But thinking of that reminder, Song Mian really wanted to laugh sometimes.

After all she had gone through, she no longer had hope in human nature.

The world is like fire, and the world is like a furnace.

She has seen too many people, hypocritical, duplicitous, selfish...

The sacrifices I once made out of kindness were gradually buried after being skinned again and again.

Just when she hated the world and everyone, she met the female nun in front of her again.

Song Mian's injury is getting better little by little.

Shen Qingyi originally planned to fly with a sword, but now that he had to take Song Mian with him, he had to change from a sword to a spirit boat.

"Goo!"

A cooing sound made both of them stunned for a moment.

Song Mian touched her belly in embarrassment.

After his life was relieved, his body seemed to have recovered.

Song Mian, who had not eaten for nearly three days, finally felt a sense of hunger spreading rapidly.

But now his life was saved by someone else, and the two of them had no friendship. Even as strangers who had only met twice, Song Mian did not expect a female foundation-building cultivator to take her to the market to buy food just because she was hungry.

Shen Qingyi really didn't plan to take Song Mian to Fangshi to buy things.

The location they are currently in is near a mountain cliff, some distance away from several square cities. If they want to go to the nearest square city, they have to turn back.

Shen Qing thought for a moment and took out the pots and bowls from his storage bag.

With the spiritual power in his hand, water and some spiritual rice were added to the pot.

"Senior...senior?"

Shen Qingyi did everything quickly.

"The injury in your body is too serious at the moment. It is not suitable to eat foods and Bigu Pills that are too heavy in spiritual power. You should eat mild foods."

In addition, the moment Shen Qing came into contact with Song Mian and touched Song Mian's wrist, Shen Qingyi felt the confusion in Song Mian's internal pulse.

Although she is not a practitioner of alchemy or medicine, she has made some basic attempts.

Song Mian's condition is very much like someone who has disabled her cultivation and damaged her meridians.

Coupled with the injuries he suffered this time, it made him extremely weak.

The elixirs given to her were the mildest ones and contained less spiritual power.

Song Mian watched Shen Qing and his entourage cooking porridge smoothly, and for a moment she was still a little confused.

"Senior... senior, how... how could you... carry... pots and bowls with you..."

Aren't there usually some important things in storage bags? When traveling, life-saving elixirs, hunting monsters, spiritual herbs...

Also, aren’t the foundation-building monks practicing fasting for the sake of their own cultivation?

"In the past when I was practicing qi, I often traveled abroad, and I didn't have any spiritual stones to buy bigu pills, so I brought pots and bowls with me."

In fact, after she got the news that she would not need to eat rice for the time being, she couldn't bear the food cooked by the chefs in the cafeteria. It was really delicious, and she thought that she would like to eat something hot again when she was out, so she brought pots and bowls with her.

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However, Shen Qingyi did not say it out loud.

Not only does her behavior seem stupid to some monks, but now she is a casual cultivator.

Rogue cultivators usually run around and desperately compete for resources to practice. How many of the rogue cultivators are obsessed with food and drink?

In order to survive and cultivate, sometimes I wolf down food, even raw ones.

Song Mian nodded and looked at Shen Qingyi a little more intimately.

It seems that this senior with no airs had a very good life before.

The aroma coming from the pot became stronger and stronger.

Song Mian's stomach growled even more.

"Just wait a moment, it won't take long."

Song Mian nodded. Although she was very hungry now, her sanity still existed.
Chapter completed!