Before Jiang Xiyan could recover from the shock, Shen Qiqi began to take things out of the storage bag again.
This time she took out several chairs.
Next is a tea set.
There is even a thermos bottle. When you unscrew the wooden stopper of the bottle, white mist will immediately come out, which shows that the water in the thermos bottle is still hot.
Shen Qiqi said to Yinqiao: "Yinqiao, please make some tea for everyone first. Drink it to ward off the cold."
The temperature in the forest is already low, and coupled with the gathering of resentful spirits around, the cold that reaches the bone marrow is something most people can withstand.
Among the five people in the group, Yinqiao is a paper man. Her body made of the skin of an ancient divine animal is invulnerable, and she cannot feel the warmth or coldness of the outside world.
Shen Qiqi is now at the Spirit King level and has strong spiritual power to protect her body, so she is not afraid of the cold outside.
Xie Beiming's expression didn't seem to change at all, so he wasn't afraid after thinking about it.
However, Qing Luo and Jiang Xiyan, whose cultivation bases are relatively weak, are not in good shape.
Especially Qingluo, her cultivation level is not high to begin with, and she was captured and abused by Shen Ning'er for so long. Although she rested in the Wuji Sect for a month, she was only able to return her body to its original state and fall. His cultivation level has not been restored yet.
At this time, Qingluo's lips had begun to turn blue. Although she tried her best to control it, Shen Qiqi still noticed her uncontrollable trembling.
As for Jiang Xiyan, as the son of Jiang Guiyuan, a powerful figure in the Lingzong Realm, Jiang Xiyan's cultivation was originally far ahead among his peers. However, like Qingluo, his body had suffered great losses, which led to the decline of his cultivation. Big drop.
Shen Qiqi checked Jiang Xiyan's cultivation level and found that he was currently only at the third level of the spiritual realm. However, he was stung all over his head by bees before and his face was red and swollen. It was hard to tell what his complexion looked like now.
But thinking about it, it's not much better than Qingluo.
Therefore, after the tables, chairs, tea sets and other things were arranged, Shen Qiqi greeted everyone: "Yin spirits are afraid of Yang Qi. The sun has not set yet, so they must not dare to come out. Let's sit down and wait for the sun. Find them after sunset to find out more."
At this time, Yinqiao had already made tea, and was holding a purple clay pot, pouring the mellow tea soup into the tea cup.
Jiang Xiyan was greeted by Shen Qiqi, and he sat down in a daze, then picked up the steaming tea cup in front of him. It wasn't until he drank a cup of hot strong tea that he came back to his senses and wiped his mouth. He said in his heart: It turns out that the little fairy brought out the tables, chairs and benches not to entertain ghost guests from all over the world, but to provide everyone with a place to rest.
He just said that monks like them are either busy practicing or slaying evil spirits all day long, so there is no reason to entertain ghost guests from all over.
Even if they really put big fish and meat on the table, those ghost guests would not dare to come to the banquet.
Besides, ghosts are ghosts. They only eat incense and cannot eat big fish or meat.
However, Jiang Xiyan soon discovered that he was wrong.
After drinking two cups of hot tea, Shen Qiqi found a bottle of cold-repelling elixir from the Qiankun bag given to her by Taiqing Immortal Lord, and asked Jiang Xiyan and Qingluo, who were the worst in cultivation, to take two pills each, confirming that both Now that people can bear the coldness in the forest, she said: "It's getting late, let's start working."
After Shen Qiqi finished speaking, she flicked her hand on the table, and all the tea sets were put back into the storage bag, and then she continued to pull things out of the storage bag.
The first things to come out were a few jars. Jiang Xiyan opened them curiously and took a look, and found that they were filled with salt and other condiments.
These are all supplies in the kitchen.
Jiang Xiyan was just wondering what Shen Qiqi was doing with these things when he heard a few "pop" sounds, and the next moment, several fish suddenly appeared on the table in front of him.
None of the fish were very fat, each weighing only a little over a pound, but they were all alive and kicking, with water stains on their scales, as if they had just been fished out of the water. With a flick of his tail, Jiang Xiyan splashed water on his face.
He hadn't even bothered to wipe off the water stains on his face. Next to the lively fresh fish, there was half a fan of mutton, a live chicken with its feet tied, a rabbit, and a few steamed buns. ...all kinds of ingredients were taken out one by one, and it seemed that there was no room for them on the table.
Jiang Xiyan was shocked, and his chin that he had just put on dropped to the ground again. He stiffened his neck and stared at the palm-sized storage bag in Shen Qiqi's hand in surprise, his eyes widening.
Seeing Shen Qiqi pull out another tree branch full of peaches from the storage bag, Jiang Xiyan could no longer control his surprise. He was stunned and couldn't help asking: "Qiqi, you ...Why does your storage bag... hold so many strange things?"
In fact, the things themselves are not strange. What is strange is that the way they appear is wrong, because they all come out of the storage bag.
Monks like them almost all have one or several storage bags. Their function is similar to a doctor's medicine box or a scholar's backpack. The capacity is limited, and most of them contain necessities for daily life.
But this definitely does not include tables, chairs, benches, chicken, duck, and fish.
Not to mention that Shen Qiqi's storage bag is too high-end and has a capacity that can hold half an acre of land. Let's talk about these tables, chairs, benches, chicken, duck and fish... who would put these things in a storage bag.
Tables, chairs and benches are fine, but as for the chicken, duck and fish, they are all raw and cannot be eaten.
Shen Qiqi naturally heard the confusion in Jiang Xi's words. She recalled the experience of being so hungry that her legs were shaking in her last life, and she couldn't help but feel a touch of bitterness on her lips.
Little Sect Leader Jiang, who has never experienced fighting for food with a squirrel family, would not know what it feels like to be hungry. Naturally, he cannot understand how deeply dependent a person who is tortured and frightened by hunger is on food.
Shen Qiqi's storage bag does not need to contain elixirs or talismans, but it must not contain food.
A storage bag that she never leaves her body contains a bag full of various ingredients.
She is like a hard-working little squirrel, hiding food in her tree hole whenever she gets the chance.
Because she was really afraid of the feeling of hunger.
But she couldn't talk about these things to others, and they were all matters of the previous generation, so she didn't mention them.
Shen Qiqi exhaled a thick breath, dragging her thoughts back from her distant past life.
She reached out and picked the largest and reddest peach from the peach branch, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and handed it to Xie Beiming. Then she looked at Jiang Xiyan and said with a smile: "Because I'm afraid of being hungry, so I like to go there." Put some food in your storage bag."
The words were true, but the tone was teasing. However, hearing it in Xie Beiming's ears, his heart couldn't help but ache.