Chapter 19: Beginner Paper Tie Man 　　After arriving home, Meng mother was cleaning up the pots and pans, and Meng Qingshan was also helping in a rare way. 　　Meng Fan shook the pamphlet that he had "asked" for from Mrs. Zhang, and was so excited that he moved a bench, crossed his legs, and put the pamphlet on his lap. 　　Meng Fan guessed correctly, that booklet is just a record of the paper man's hair, and some of the craftsmanship insights of the Zhang granny notes, Zhang granny people do not look good, the word is not bad, but the dragon and snake in the fly, more than a hint of sinister. 　　"What are you looking at?" 　　At this time, Meng Qingshan walked out, also moved the bench to sit next to Meng Fan, also do not wait for Meng Fan answer, straight from Meng Fan took the booklet, flipped a glance, his face became serious, to Meng Fan is a lecture, said, said twenty years ago, can not help but sentimental up. 　　"At that time, the family was poor, the father to help people to see the doctor can not earn a few money, your mother married over, the family has nothing, only a broken bed, can not hold the weight of two people, sleep two days on the collapse, the father on the base of a dirt kang, the results of that dirt kang is even more unhelpful, the same night on the collapse of …… " 　　"This can be your mother to fall badly, father looked heartbroken ah, want to comfort your mother, the result of a mouth first cry, but your mother than father has a good, on the ground on the bedding, pulled me over, said the big man crying what, bed couch all right, the day still have to live well …… " 　　Speaking of speaking, Meng Qingshan's eyes are moist, the corner of his mouth contains a warm smile, twisted his head to look behind him, Meng's mother is sitting on the threshold, still nabbing the soles of his shoes during the day, the corner of his mouth also contains a smile …… 　　"Son ah, men in this life, no matter how high or low origin, or to get ahead, people get ahead to have a future, do not get ahead, that is really hopeless, the end is not a few good. Father to you actually do not have much expectation, do not ask you to official salary plus body, brocade clothes jade food, only ask you to live well, marry a Gu family daughter-in-law, bleaching does not matter, regeneration of one or two children, to the old is also not lonely, I really hope that father can still live to see that day ……" 　　Said here, the words came to an abrupt end, Meng mother raised her head, staring blankly at Meng Qingshan, for a while before speaking: "Qingshan ah, what you say what nonsense it, sleepy on the hurry to sleep to go, it's a big night, you ……" 　　"Ahem." Meng Qingshan also knows that he said the wrong thing, patted the pamphlet in his hand, returned to Meng Fan, "This thing you can be curious, really if the study, or do not, can not make a fortune, but also can not support the family, other people will also laugh at you, I am afraid that you can not marry a daughter-in-law." 　　Said slowly stood up and walked towards the house, his back was a bit forlorn, and under the light, a long shadow followed behind him, and also entered the house with his footsteps. 　　Meng Fan grasped that pamphlet, his eyebrows lowered, just sitting in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, after a short while, seeing his mother also enter the house, before he let out a long sigh, "Should I tell my parents?" 　　Almost twelve o'clock in the morning, Meng Fan, who had already sat cross-legged on the bed to cultivate, suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the window pane without blinking, and heard the sound of tossing and turning coming from the next house, seemingly unable to sleep, thinking that his father must have been insomniac, and the sound lasted for a while until his mother vaguely murmured a couple of sentences, and the tossing and turning gradually subsided. 　　After determining that his parents were really asleep, Meng Fan quietly got up and got out of bed, tiptoed and pushed open the door and walked out into the yard. 　　The night was like water, the shadows of the trees, the village was quiet, it seemed that those cats and dogs also slept, and not a single sound could be heard. 　　"Will it come tonight?" 　　Meng Fan looked straight at the gate entrance, his palm flipped, in his hand came out a more than three feet long mahogany sword, he stroked the sword body, the temperature of the sword body was not as cold as the metal-like so, the touch was very gentle, the texture was also too much better than the general mahogany. 　　"Whoosh." 　　Holding the mahogany sword swung a few times, issued a sound of breaking air, if there is practicing sword connoisseur on the side to see, certainly will be surprised, because Meng Fan swinging the sword speed is very fast, fast to what extent, well …… lightning and flint, the mind to, the sword tip pointed to. 　　The improvement of Meng Fan's body by the dry corpse was very frightening. 　　It has exceeded the cognition of normal people! 　　Just wait for a night, until the east appeared dawn, the sky is hazy bright, wait for something still did not come, Meng Fan stretched his waist, the spirit is extremely good, because at the same time, while waiting, also did not give up the Taoist scripture cultivation, one night past, the progress is not bad, the foggy shadow of the true qi in the dantian, is not as thin as before, there is a little thick up the appearance of the fog. 　　The next day after breakfast, Meng Qingshan and hurried out, said to go to the doctor, in fact, Meng Fan and his mother are clear in their hearts, his real purpose should be to go to see yesterday's set, there is no set of rabbits. 　　But Meng Fan and his mother had different ideas. Meng's mother was probably thinking that if the rabbit had been caught, it would be good for her son to improve his food. 　　Meng Fan, on the other hand, is thinking that there is something to distract his father from thinking about that spiritual thing, should be able to share some of the psychological pressure, not too much impact on the mind, after all, last night, his father said something, really some sadness, some account of the aftermath of the meaning of the matter. 　　Meng Qingshan left not long after, Meng mother also end with a basin of clothing to the door, should be to go to the Meng family home of the river to wash go, walked two steps, the basin has a sheet drooped down, Meng mother reached out and stuffed it back, is yesterday to Meng Fan change down that …… 　　Knowing that his parents won't be back for a while, Meng Fan took out the booklet and flipped through it again, reading it while his hand was still gesturing, and only after a long time did he put down the booklet and stared at his brows in contemplation. 　　His point of view was very clear, the paper man that was tied up was only a form, the ultimate goal was still to carry the magic spells, and the magic spells were the key of the key. This was precisely the reason why Mrs. Zhang had given him the pamphlet so easily, without the magic spells, the paper people were just ordinary paper people, of no great use, and could only be used to offer sacrifices to the deceased when doing the White Ceremony. 　　"I have a vague feeling that if I keep practicing for one more day, I should be able to reach the first level of Spirit Condensation, and then I may not be unable to drive the paper people." 　　"So, tying up a few paper figures for backup is still necessary, maybe it can be used." 　　Thinking about it, Meng Fan began to act, Meng Fan rummaged around in the house, and eventually did not find bamboo, wax paper and so on, used to tie paper people things, but found a disk of wire for the father to the rabbits under the trap, and some lengths of wooden sticks, and also make do, think with the wire fixed wooden sticks tied out of the paper people, may not be worse than simply using bamboo tied out, so modeled according to the pamphlet on the record of the steps, and Tied up, and soon completed the skeleton. 　　"Hmm …… not bad ……" 　　Meng Fan used his hand to support his chin, scrutinizing the braided skeleton, although the workmanship looks a little rough, but there are still a few looks, it looks much more sturdy and spectacular than the skeleton that Zhang Brazi tied up, and it is also very tall, with a height of one meter eighty-nine! 　　"Just how to solve the clothes, there's no wax paper like Zhang Brazi's ah? It's hard not to still wear my clothes? The size doesn't fit anymore either ah! Looks like it needs to be improved!" 　　Another rummage, finally found a few broken cardboard boxes, with scissors to cut some, began to paste clothes for the skeleton, paste paste, childish heart up, ideas in the mind constantly – 　　"I am a college student after all, when I tied the skeleton just now, my knowledge of physics was used to ensure a strong and sturdy!" 　　"As for the appearance of this paper man, can not be like Zhang Brazi tied so …… dull and cute, it should be domineering, at least it still looks like it should be very bluffing, to be aggressive ……" 　　Another bout of tossing, and finally even fussed about drawing up a diagram, a variety of data is also quite detailed, a bit of scientific research, near noon, his first paper man finally took shape. 　　This finished product did meet Meng Fan's expectations, domineering and aggressive. 　　It was estimated that when Granny Zhang saw it, she would spray a mouthful of old blood without hesitation! 　　"Hey, Iron Man!" 　　Meng Fan put a helmet made from a cardboard box on the paper man with a satisfied face ……