After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 213 Cooking Porridge
But thinking of that reminder, Song Mian sometimes really wants to laugh.

She has experienced all kinds of things, and she no longer has any hope for human nature.

The world is like fire, and the world is like a melting pot.

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

What I once paid out of kindness was gradually buried after being skinned again and again.

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

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

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

"Cuckoo!"

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

Song Mian rubbed her belly in embarrassment.

After his life was free from worries, his body seemed to have returned to his senses.

Song Mian, who hadn't eaten for nearly three days, finally felt a pang of hunger spreading rapidly.

It's just that someone's life is saved now, and the two of them have no friendship. Even a stranger who has only met twice, Song Mian doesn't expect a female nurturing foundation to take her to the market to buy food because of her own hunger.

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

Now they are located near the cliffs of the mountains, some distance away from several Fangshi. If they want to go to the nearest Fangshi, they have to turn back.

After thinking for a while, Shen Qing took out the pots and bowls from his storage bag.

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

"Pre... Senior?"

Shen Qingyi was doing everything quickly.

"Your internal injury is too serious at the moment, it is not suitable to eat food with too much spiritual power and Bigu Dan, you should eat mild food."

In addition, at the moment when he came into contact with Song Mian, when he touched Song Mian's wrist, Shen Qingyi felt the confusion of Song Mian's pulse.

Although she is not Danxiu and Yixiu, she still has some basic attempts.

Song Mian's condition seems to have been abolished by someone, and his meridians were damaged.

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

The pills given to her were all the mildest ones with less spiritual power.

Song Mian watched Shen Qing and his party cooking the porridge smoothly, and was a little bit lost for a while.

"Ex...Senior, why...how...carrying...pots and bowls..."

Isn't there usually some important things in the storage bag?Traveling outside, life-saving pills, monsters to hunt, spiritual herbs...

Also, don't the foundation-building monks all do bigu for their own cultivation?

"In the past during the Qi training period, I often traveled abroad, and I didn't have spirit stones to buy Bigu pills, so I brought pots and bowls with me."

In fact, after she got the news that she would not be using bigu for the time being, she couldn't bear the delicious food made by the chefs in the cafeteria, and thought that if she wanted to eat something hot when she was away from home, she brought a pot and bowl .

It's just that Shen Qingyi didn't say it out.

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

Loose cultivators generally run around, desperately competing for resources to practice, how many casual cultivators are obsessed with food?

In order to survive and cultivate, sometimes he would gobble up food, even raw ones.

Song Mian nodded, and looked closer to Shen Qingyi.

It seems that this unassuming senior didn't have a good life in the past.

The aroma from the pot became stronger and stronger.

It made Song Mian's stomach growl even more.

"Wait a minute, it won't take long."

Song Mian nodded. Although she was very hungry now, her reason still existed.

(End of this chapter)