Opening the door, Wen Qing gently put Wen Ximing, who was already asleep, on the sofa. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The villain rolled over and fell into a deep sleep again.

Wen Qing cleaned all the vegetables super quickly, washed the rice and put it in the rice cooker, and tossed it according to the memory of the original owner before cooking the rice. Then, in front of a pile of washed vegetables, I was confused.

She doesn't know how to cook at all! Wen Qingyi, who hasn't cooked for 800 years......

I had no choice but to open the brain and search for the video.

Wen Ximing's little pot friend was woken up by the fragrance of vegetables, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his mother putting various seasonings on the side, and at the same time took the time to look up at the 5D projection in front of him. The action is very skillful and constantly stir-frying, and the fragrance is fragrant.

The saliva is going to stay: "Mommy, I'm hungry!" ”

After speaking, he ran to Wen Qing's side and rubbed Wen Qing's legs, full of admiration.

Wen Qing lifted the pot, flipped his wrist, and the dishes in the pot fell perfectly into the plate prepared in advance. Wen Qing secretly said perfectly, stir-frying is still quite simple!

"Wash your hands and get ready for dinner!" patted his son's head, watched his son obediently lie down to the automatic washbasin and bring it, and put his hands in the automatic washbasin to clean it.

Wen Qing took the prepared meal and put it on the table in the living room, helped her son take advantage of the meal, and ate a lot, although ordinary meals can't replenish energy, but the feeling of satiety is still very comfortable, and Wen Qing has begun to cultivate, she can absorb aura, energy is dispensable for her, anyway, Xiuzhen and this world's abnormal physical arts are completely different systems.

After the meal, Wen Qing accompanied her son to eat together, and the two kept walking around the small living room, Wen Qing had the intention of starting to practice the physical arts of the cultivation realm for her son, she couldn't open her natal magic weapon Phantom Void Space now, and there was no magic weapon to test the spiritual root, so she could only let him practice physical skills first to strengthen his physique.

Poor Wen Ximing's little pot friend didn't know his mother's plans at all, and followed his mother with a smile and played a game of walking in circles.

Speaking of cultivation, Wen Qing was depressed again, she didn't have the money to get the body refining medicinal bath materials, she was short of money!

Flickering to let his cheap son watch TV in the living room by himself, and he was not allowed to disturb himself, Wen Qing came to the room.

Staring at the two energy crystals in his hand, Wen Qing frowned slightly.

She tried to seal the written runes into the energy crystal, but failed. Fortunately, she made a soundproof barrier in advance, otherwise the explosion would have caused the entire community to be alarmed.

The two energies simply cannot be combined.

Wen Qing stared at the only energy crystal in his hand, and his brows were about to knot. Maybe you need to change the method, think about the functional spar you saw during the day, Wen Qing decided to try it according to the method of holding it, the outside can't be put in, I should have no problem painting inside, why don't you try to use the energy in the energy spar as ink, use the divine sense as a pen, and try to draw a talisman inside?

Just do it when you think of it, Wen Qing condensed his divine sense and probed into the energy crystal, pulling the spiritual power to wrap the energy inside one by one, the whole process is a very test of control, if it weren't for Wen Qing's broad sea of knowledge and strong divine sense, I'm afraid it would not be easy to do.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wen Qing's forehead, and Wen Qing, who was engrossed in enveloping energy, had no time to care.

The energy in the energy crystal has been wrapped in a ball by Wen Qing, and by striking the hot iron, Wen Qing continued to use his divine sense to pull out a stream of energy, and quickly drew runes in the energy crystal, and after the last stroke, the energy was just used up. The silver rune flashed, and then quickly disappeared.

It worked!

Wen Qing felt unwell in his body at this time, and his spiritual power was exhausted, but the joy in his heart was beyond words. Cross-kneeled to absorb the surrounding aura, running for a big week.

"Puff~" has broken through to the second layer of Qi training.

Sure enough, when the spiritual power is exhausted, it is faster to absorb it again.

Oops, cheap son! I opened the enchantment, and I was relieved to see that the villain was lying on the sofa and falling asleep.

The TV had turned off automatically, and it was already two o'clock in the morning when I looked at it. Looking at Wen Ximing, who was curled up in the sofa and sleeping uncomfortably, Wen Qing felt distressed inexplicably and a little self-blamed.

She has never taken care of the child, since she entered the sect, she has been the one who has been taken care of, the master spoils her, and the senior brothers and sisters love her.

When she became a baby, everyone respected her and feared her.

Until the transformation of the gods, no one dared to disobey her.

After cultivating for eight hundred years, the memory of the first life was already very vague, and she only remembered her name. She is Wen Qing.

It's been eight hundred years, and she has never just followed the laws of the cultivation realm to force herself, and she actually doesn't want to live that kind of life of killing people and grabbing treasures for resources. She was just afraid of death, so she chose to succumb to the laws of the cultivation realm.

She also succeeded, she cultivated to the stage of transformation into a god, and there were few people who could threaten her life.

But she began to hate that kind of life, and Wen Qing felt that she had lived enough. The moment the Flying Thunder Tribulation came down, Wen Qing didn't want to resist, she really lived enough, even though there were family members, masters, brothers and sisters who loved her in this world, but she felt that her roots were not here.

The Flying Thunder Tribulation was brutally defeated, but the feeling of dying was too terrible, Wen Qing fled, and she was still afraid of death. Still, she was stunned by the tyrannical aura.

Now she is still alive, but, looking at the villain on the sofa, Wen Qing feels as if something is different. Something held her back, but she wasn't unhappy at all......

Picking up Wen Ximing, Wen Qing prepared to go back to the room.

Wen Ximing, who was sleeping unsteadily, squinted at the person holding him and shouted: "Mommy~". I went back to sleep with peace of mind.

Wen Qing laughed and took her cheap son back to the room, put Wen Ximing away, Wen Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the planet outside the window that I don't know what it was. It resembles the moon on Earth, but the light emits is light green.

She may know why she failed to cross the tribulation, her state of mind seems to be solid, but in fact, she has already been seen through by the Heavenly Dao. Otherwise, how could she, who was so desperate for her life during the catastrophe, give up resistance.

Because she has always been a floating duckweed, in the eight hundred years of the cultivation realm, how many people, how many things, she always has a feeling that she is a passerby.

Now that I think about it, 800 years suddenly feels like a dream.

She has ties and roots in this life. looked at Wen Ximing lying beside him, and Wen Qing had a sense of reality.

The world is so big, she has to look everywhere.

Her goal is the sea of stars!

"Poof~" had an epiphany.

The obstacle that had trapped Wen Qing for eight hundred years was broken through like this, and Wen Qing only felt that he had never been clear in his heart.

The surrounding aura poured into Wen Qing's body, and Wen Qing hurriedly hugged the Yuan Shen. Draw the aura over and over again.

There are three layers of qi training, and four layers of qi training ,......, build the foundation.

The first rays of morning light rose on the edge of the sky, Wen Qing opened his eyes, and the brilliance flashed, returning to calm.