After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 6
Even the steamed stuffed bun in his hand is unacceptable to a cultivator. Eating it will only increase the impurities in the body.

But to Shen Qingyi at this moment, it was a delicious existence.

Eating warm steamed buns all the way, when he returned to the outer wall of the academy again, Shen Qing wiped his hands.

Along the discovered dog hole, drilled in again.

Fortunately, this body is small and has no flesh.

Go back to the hidden corner where you spent the morning.

In the lecture hall, some people have come back one after another.

After everyone arrived, the book boy started teaching again.

Time flies, and the sky has become a little dark.

The day's teaching is finally coming to an end.

After the old man and the book boy left, Shen Qingyi faintly regained his senses.

Coming to a strange world, with no one to rely on, she was a little fascinated by the urgency to learn knowledge.

Looking at the sky at this moment, I realized that it was getting late.

The other children were picked up by relatives, or lived not far away.

However, if she returned from the alchemist to the Waifeng area, the handyman of the Zedi sect, it would take two and a half hours.

It must have been dark before she returned to Handyman Peak.

There is also a small forest on the way.

To say not to be afraid would be a lie.

This is not the civilized world she used to stay in. There are demons and ghosts here.

Even if this is the jurisdiction of the Zedi Sect, no one can guarantee that this journey will be absolutely safe.

But this academy is not necessarily safe at night.

After Shen Qing thought carefully, he felt that the academy was safer than going back at night.

Shen Qingyi found a leeward corner and curled himself up into a ball.

Quietly waiting for the arrival of dawn.

It's just that the night alone seems a little too long.

In the silent night, only the whistling wind and the rustling of leaves are left.

Shen Qingyi couldn't help hugging herself even tighter.

This was the first time that Shen Qingyi felt the reality of this world so clearly.

Her previous life seemed to have become an irreversible past.

Left the school, left the family, and came to a new world full of crises.

Helpless, low and weak.

She just wants to live hard now.

Cherish life, maybe one day, I will be able to return to that familiar place again...

Thoughts tossed and turned, Shen Qing fell asleep in a daze.

The hazy halo of moonlight sprinkled on the earth.

It seems that no one in Zedizong's handyman peak noticed that there was one person missing in the thatched hut on the barren mountain tonight.

"Dong dong!"

The bell rang melodiously, awakening Shen Qingyi who was still asleep.

Shen Qingyi frowned slightly, and opened his eyes with some difficulty.

The fog in the midsummer morning was very thick, the eyelashes were covered with fog beads, and the clothes on his body were also a little damp.

Curling up all night made her feel a little stiff.

In the classroom, someone has already arrived.

From a distance, Shen Qingyi saw Mr. picking up the scroll from yesterday, and sitting on the podium again with the presence of an old god.

The book boy stood aside, waiting for the students to arrive.

Shen Qing looked at the sky and climbed out tremblingly.

Next to the street, the shop that sold buns from yesterday has already set up a place.

Still that aunt.

"Ma'am, here are two meat buns."

Hearing the childish and slightly hoarse voice, the aunt raised her head, and when she saw Shen Qingyi, she was slightly taken aback.

There are not many mortals in this alchemist, and those who come to her to buy buns, come and go, are just those people.

Those who can be called by name are all familiar, and those who can't be called by name, most of them have impressions.

And this little doll, she also has a little impression, it is the little girl who came to her to buy buns yesterday.

It was not yet bright, and the aunt couldn't help but looked around, but she didn't see any relatives like this child.

Thinking of something, I couldn't help feeling a little regretful, but I didn't say anything more.

He took out two big buns from the steamer and handed them to Shen Qingyi.

As soon as Shen Qing took the buns, he took out the money and handed it to the aunt.

The auntie looked at the silver money in those thin, almost skinny hands, rubbed the hand under the cloth, stretched out her hand, and took Shen Qingyi's silver money.

(End of this chapter)