world's most stupid

When he realized that the silk thread in his hand had come to an end, he looked down and was dazed.

what is this?

He... knitted a sock?

Still very ecstasy fishnet stockings!

Amon also saw the work in his hand, and was stunned for a very rare moment.What is this?a case?Have you ever taught this in an embroidery class?Why is he not impressed?

He Chun himself was also very confused. First of all, the weaving and embroidery class did not teach how to make specific objects. He only learned twisting, spinning, weaving, dyeing and simple cutting.

So how did he weave this pair of barrel-shaped socks?

Just now he was obviously drawing a talisman, no, it was weaving a talisman.But why did the runes turn into fishnet stockings?

He Chun couldn't figure it out, there was still a thread end at the top of the sock, he twisted it with his fingers unconsciously, and the thread end merged into the silk thread, and the entire sock top was seamless, leaving no traces than modern textiles, except that it was a little ugly.

"What is this?" Amon couldn't help asking.

He Chun asked him to wait a moment, raised his feet, and showed him how to put them on.

"This is... a sock?"

He Chun moved his toes, as expected of the silk he vomited, it felt comfortable to wear, although the mesh was as big as soybeans, but the toes did not protrude, and there was no feeling of silk thread pinching the feet.In layman's terms, it's like wearing another layer of skin.

Amon grabbed that foot and looked left and right, it was weird no matter how you looked.

The current socks do not fit the feet. Most of them are made of fabric stitched together, more like foot covers.

He Chun also felt a little weird when he looked at his fishnet stockings, as if a boy was wearing a girl's stockings.

But it's really comfortable and fits well!And I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that after the mesh stockings were put on his feet, the blisters he picked would not hurt so much.

Amon brushed the soles of He Zhuzhu's feet with his hand, and felt something, and ordered via sound transmission: "Try again."

He Chun happened to have the same idea. Of course, the socks should be paired, so he took out the silk in his purse and started the second attempt.

This time, he probably had a lot of distracting thoughts. He was thinking about knitting socks, but he spent a lot of time at the beginning and couldn’t get into the situation. Later, Amon’s hand pressed his head to let him meditate. He actually calmed down and found At the beginning, the fingers began to move with silk threads.

In the eyes of the spectators in the Tianlang Arena, He Chun is a boy who is better at weaving and embroidery. This can also be seen from his scores in the three courses of weaving and embroidery and Mr. Fengxian's appreciation for him.

So when he wove two strange covers with meshes, they only thought it was funny and interesting, they didn't think much about it, at most they thought that the kid had learned too much from his mother at home, or maybe the He family was just doing this business of.

On the contrary, among the ascetics, some female cultivators who specialize in clothing making and embroidery found it rather novel when they saw He Chun's knitting socks, and wanted to imitate his techniques, but they couldn't imitate, so they were slightly shocked and surprised.But having seen the finished product, even if they couldn't study the detailed method, just looking at the finished product gave them a lot of inspiration-it turns out that this kind of mesh can be used not only in fishing nets and other things, but also in designing clothes.

Here, He Chun weaves two mesh stockings in a daze, the second one is obviously smaller and finer than the first one.

He Chun didn't care about the difference, and put the second sock on his feet as well.

As the night deepened, the two simply gave up the vigil and simply rolled in the same bed to warm each other until the next morning, relying on their appearance of being young and "ignorant".

In the middle of the night, Amon's eyelids moved, but they did not open.

A very comfortable energy is gathering towards the soles of their feet one after another, to be precise, it is gathering at the soles of Xiang He's stupid feet.

Negative energy is not just pain, it can also have miraculous effects when used well, just like poison can be a life-saving medicine.

But just like not every medical practitioner and danxiu can turn poison into good medicine, not every magician who uses negative energy to practice can turn negative energy into something beneficial.

It stands to reason that judging by the time and progress of the children around him, it is even more impossible for him to grasp this point, but the fact is that he has achieved this point inexplicably through the original runes and his unique silk thread.

Weird little guy.Amon wanted to turn over, but was tightly entangled by the child who was holding him tightly, and he didn't bother to turn over even if he moved.The night in the desert is very cold, and the child's body is like a small stove, which is very different from the general magic cultivators who practice negative energy.His body wasn't warm either, but he didn't want to freeze the child, so he adjusted his body temperature slightly.

Speaking of which, how long has it been since he stayed close to a creature for the night?

By the way, last night he just slept against the child in the middle of the night, and the strange thing is that he didn't feel any rejection.

When he got up in the morning, He Chun felt the difference in his feet. He took off his socks and looked, and the blisters seemed to have completely healed.

"Put on your shoes and get ready to go." Amon reminded him.

He Chun immediately put the two mesh stockings on his feet, then put on the long socks, and finally put on the boots, and then tied them tightly with leggings.

In the desert, boat shoes are not suitable. You must wear stockings and tie them on your calves with leggings, so as to prevent sand from entering the shoes as much as possible.

This is why people in the desert wear long boots, which can prevent sand from entering and prevent scorpions from stinging.

He Chun narrowed his eyes.

Not the same, absolutely not the same.

It was as if he had walked on the rough sand all day without shoes and socks.Today, he not only wears shoes and socks, but also custom-made brand-name sports shoes, which are also equipped with advanced scientific cotton socks that can adjust the temperature, relieve fatigue, reduce friction and absorb moisture.

The most wonderful thing is that through the soles of his feet, he can clearly feel a steady stream of energy flowing into his body little by little. These negative energies are not much, but they are enough to relieve the fatigue of his muscles and bones. Can help him practice.

Based on the above, walking a long distance has become a thing full of enjoyment.

Walking is no longer painful, and He Chun has more energy to devote to finding the eye of the desert. He still twists the silk thread while walking. This skill is gradually evolving into his instinct, and even now he doesn't need to spend more time on it. Rely entirely on body memory.

Amon quickly noticed He Chun's change.

If he can notice it, others will naturally notice it too, it's just a matter of time.

After a long time, even the stupidest cultivator can see the difference after He Chun puts on those socks.

Troublesome brat.

He Chun stopped suddenly, staring at the few cacti that are common in the desert right in front of him.

I don't know if it's because the surrounding negative energy is flowing towards the soles of his feet. Just now, when he looked at those cacti, he felt the opposite energy.

To use an analogy, it is as if you are watching a huge stone appear in the middle of a small stream flowing towards you. The stream passing through this stone will naturally part and be hindered to some extent, and splash on the boulder.

And these cacti are the boulders that hinder the flow of the stream.

What would block the flow of negative energy to him?

The answer, of course, is positive energy, which is the opposite of negative energy.And what is positive energy?Of course it's aura.

There are auras, or auras that can hinder the flow of negative energy streams. There are only two possibilities, either those cactus are spiritual plants, or there are spiritual things buried under the cactus.

He Chun's ability does not allow him to directly see the difference. He can't even tell which of several cacti is the exact target, but it is probably enough for him now.

"I have a hunch! Then there must be the Eye of the Desert below." He Chun announced happily, pulling out a small shovel from behind and rushing towards the cacti.

Amon grabbed him.

"I don't want to teach you a second time." Amon's face was very indifferent.

He Chun smiled silly, "I know, I will be careful. Look."

Amon saw a stone in the child's outstretched palm, and he didn't know when he picked it up.

"It's right here, don't get any closer." It's true that Amon wanted to train the child, but he didn't want him to die.

He Chun instantly realized that there were powerful things ambushed in those cacti, and he would encounter danger if he got close, and this danger was definitely greater than what Chang Rongxin and his gang could bring.

Thinking of this, He Chun weighed the stone, pulled back his arm, and threw all his strength towards the center of several cacti.

As soon as the stone fell to the ground, "Crack!", a black shadow flashed, and the stone was smashed into pieces.

He Chun was speechless, if the stone was a person, it would be pierced by the shadow now.

"What's that?" He Chun asked in a low voice.

Amon: "A type of sand scorpion."

"Monster? Qi training period?"

"Very likely."

He Chun knew that Amon's was probably 100%, and he said this just to prevent the people who watched them from realizing that his insight was too terrifying.

Although Amon has tried his best to make himself suitable for the persona of a powerful kid, but because of his age, many spectators are still surprised and admired.

In particular, the calmness shown by Amon really doesn't look like a child who is only five or six years old.Take the young master of Guanghan Palace as an example, he is also five or six years old, and his family background is a genius cultivator with a single spiritual root, but that child is definitely not as calm as Xiaoscarface when he encounters problems, let alone analyze situation.Generally, the child is going straight and forth, hitting if he can beat him, and running away if he can't beat him.

"The older kid is also good at observation."

"It's a collision, after all, the little scar face has already said that it is possible to encounter plants."

"Whether it's luck or not, you'll know after watching it a few times."

And Brother Wei, the cultivator who bet on four ones before, couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't throw away the betting stick at this time. No one thought that the child would recover from such a serious injury in two days, and they were also very lucky. Well, I didn't encounter any threatening monsters along the way.

Unlike the previous teams, several of them fought with wolves and various poisons in the oasis before entering the desert.

After entering the desert, the situation encountered is even more varied.

"You can't underestimate those mortals, you see they also have good medicine in their hands." His friend praised.

"After all, it is still not as good as the panacea used by practitioners."

"It's good for mortals to have such a panacea."

"Compared to good medicine, I think that little Scarface is very thoughtful. In order to hide the fact that he has good medicine, he would rather separate from his companions. I don't know if it is really stupid or fake smart." The practitioner who spoke was full of sarcasm .

This also confuses many cultivators who follow He Chun and his party. If it is said that there are too few good medicines in Xiao Scarian's hand, he can say that He Chun has used up all of them.Unless he has medicine in his hand but only wants to use it for himself and He Chun, he doesn't want to give it to anyone else.

"It's selfish. I'm young, alas." Weidi sighed.

People say that when he was three years old and saw his old age, if his scarred face was really for selfish purposes, some decent cultivators who were optimistic about him would draw a cross on his head.

"Does any of you feel that the child named He Chun is in much better condition today than yesterday?" Wei Di casually chatted with his friends.

"Oh, is that so?" Several other cultivators also began to observe carefully.

And the two talisman cultivators who had been paying attention to He Chun were quite disappointed in this month. Since the child seemed to draw a talisman pattern that could alarm them during the ten-day exam in the Hall of Talismanship, the child's performance was lackluster. Sometimes they would see him trying to practice talismans, but the surprise of the first ten-day exam was never seen again. Sometimes they felt a bit like it, but most of the time it was more plausible, not to mention the artistic conception, just slightly affected No energy at all.

The talisman cultivators who looked more and more disappointed didn't know that He Chun, under Amon's reminder, would never practice the original talisman pattern in public, and practiced in the dormitory.When he was in Talisman class, he either read paper talisman making materials and other related books, or he was actually drawing talismans.And Mr. Fu Xue has given up on him, so naturally he doesn't care what he is doing.

But this time, when He Chun was knitting those two socks, they always felt as if they had sensed something, especially the cultivator who was suspected of cultivating the fifth-grade talisman. He tried to copy the process of He Chun knitting socks, but he almost went crazy .

This is impossible!

The fifth-grade talisman cultivator was horrified. If the child's technique is fine, he is just copying the process. At most, he can't make a finished product, but he is crazy?

The fifth-grade talisman doesn't look at other children now, he just stares at He Chun, and his eyes reveal the light of what he must win.

There must be a secret in that child, maybe, maybe he got an ancient talisman inheritance!

Just thinking of this possibility, the fifth-grade talisman cultivator trembled with excitement.

If his guess is true, the child is obviously still ignorant, and no one else has noticed. As long as he can get that child, wouldn't the ancient talisman inheritance be within his grasp?

He must have that child!must!

Whoever dares to snatch that child from him, then try his talisman!The fifth grade talisman showed a ferocious smile.

On the side of the desert, He Chun, who only knew that someone was watching them, but didn't know that he was on the auction list, lay on the ground and asked Amon cautiously: "Then how do you deal with the demon?"

"Think for yourself."

"Don't be like this, Amon. You must know, tell me. Come on, let me give you a smile."

Amon didn't think it was funny at all, and a brain collapse hit He Zhuzhu's forehead, "That's the sand scorpion in the Qi training period, but it can drill under the desert. It's fast, poisonous, and smart. How about you?"

"Me?" He Chun rubbed his forehead, counting his own advantages, "I have magic boots, and my speed is not slower than them. I also have a fully charged jade charm, which can resist monsters during the Qi training period for at least one day." Attack twice?"

"Your jade talisman and boots won't last long. The longer it takes, the faster they will be consumed. Especially the jade talisman, even if no one attacks you, it will be consumed quickly by yourself. Etc. , has been consumed." The last sentence Amon let go of his voice and said.

"What?" He Chun hurriedly checked the jade talisman, and found that the color of the jade talisman was gray and white, and it was no longer as bright as it was when it was fully charged. "How could this be?"

Amon patted him on the head, "Think for yourself."

He Chun had already figured it out, it probably had something to do with the socks on his feet.From last night to now, if the feeling on his body is not an illusion, then those socks have been replenishing his body with energy.But for the jade talisman, those negative energies are equivalent to attacking it, so the jade talisman has been working hard to resist the attack of negative energy until the energy is exhausted.

Uh, so if he wants to keep the socks, he has to give up the amulet?Do you have to give up those socks if you want to keep the amulet?

Can't you have your cake and eat it too?

Probably because his expression was too obvious, Amon replied him with a hard "can't".

He Chun wanted to cry, but he didn't want to give up on any of them.

Amon found the child's expression interesting, rubbed his dog's head, and said, "Study weaving and talisman well, you can get everything you want."

"But how to solve the current problem?"

"Think for yourself."

"Amon! If you say these three words again, I will break up with you!"

"Okay."

He Chun was so angry that he grabbed little Amon's hand and bit him.

Amon slapped him into the sand with a backhand.

He Chun opened his mouth and bit the sand, then turned his head to look at Amon resentfully, "You bullied me all the time."

The corner of Amon's mouth twitched, and he resisted the desire to slap him again, "Don't you want the Desert Eye?"

Under the pressure of credits, He Chun finally came up with a solution.

He asked Amon to lure away the sand scorpions, and he was responsible for digging treasures.

Amon: "..."

He Chun was confident: "I am using resources rationally, or I will lure away the sand scorpions, and you will be responsible for digging treasures?"

Amon: "Okay, let's do that."

He Chun: "Amon!" Shouldn't the stronger one bear more?Master, if you train your apprentice like this, you are not afraid that your apprentice will be stabbed to death by a demon?

Amon declared confidently: "I will get lost."

He Chun was disgusted, hugged Amon as fast as he could, slapped him hard on the face, and said, "Hey, Brother Amon, you are so cute, I love you so much."

After speaking, he let go of the person and ran away. Before he could take a step, he was dragged by Amon's heels and smashed into the sand with a thud.

When He Chun got up, Amon had already led the big sand scorpion away.

He Chun smiled secretly, Master Amon still loves me very much, so he knew it was just his mouth.

He Chun waved to Master Amon who was walking away, shouted "Don't forget to set off the fireworks if you get lost", and then strode towards the cactus with a shovel on his shoulder.

Picking the biggest one at random, He Chun gave two peeps, spit on the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands together, and began digging down hard.

The sand under a cactus behind He Chun trembled slightly, a black scorpion tail popped out, and a small sand scorpion as long as an adult's finger crawled out of the sand.

This wasn't the first one, but the second one, the third one... In the blink of an eye, fifty or sixty small sand scorpions crawled out of the sand and half surrounded He Chun.

He Zhuzhu couldn't see behind him, he dug in the sand and sang a little song, his buttocks twisted twice from time to time.

Halfway through singing, He Chun suddenly turned around.

The moment he turned his head, those little sand scorpions were also buried in the sand.

He Chun looked around, but finally did not see any danger, although he was inexplicably uneasy.

Forget it, let's dig the Eye of the Desert first.

Just as He Chun turned his head, those little sand scorpions appeared one after another.

"The eye of the desert, the eye of the desert... Wahaha, I saw it! It must be you!" He Zhuchu saw a small pebble with a black spot in the middle finally exposed at the bottom of the pit more than half a meter deep, and was so happy that he put his shovel down Inserting it next to it, lying on the edge of the pit and reaching out to reach for the desert eye.

The moment He Chun's fingers were about to touch the desert eye, the group of little sand scorpions behind him who had been waiting for a long time also rushed towards He Zhuzhu at the same time.

The pointed tails of fifty or sixty small sand scorpions pierced into He Dumbledore's body one after another.

He Chun screamed, rolled on the spot, and fell into the deep hole he dug himself.