If you don't count the time at the bottom of the Valley of the Dead, Nuomi can't remember how long she hasn't cried. She knew that no one would pity her for giving her a chance to live because of her tears, only more boredom. No one wants to annoy themselves, so glutinous rice will hold back tears.

It was really sad at first, but gradually it ...... I have forgotten the feeling of crying.

The good memories are probably only the short time when I was tired of being by my father's side when I was a child, and even then, it was not easy, and the impression was vague. Nuomi never knew or thought about why she wanted to survive.

She hadn't even seriously thought about what life was and what death was.

I just want to live, to live.

"It's good to be alive", I don't even have such thoughts. All life on weekdays is struggling to catch a breath on the line of death. Maybe she's just seen too many deaths, and then thinks in her heart that she never wants to be like that, that's it.

After entering the mountain gate, there is no need to worry about eating, but it is not easy to live at all. Although she didn't understand, she knew that many people were not kind to her eyes. She could only avoid it as much as possible, not to think about it, not to care, to carefully carry her own life, and to struggle to survive.

But on this night, at this time, Nuomi suddenly felt vaguely that it was good to be alive and to be able to come to the mountain.

She unconsciously turned around, and the bed of Senior Brother Zhuzi was empty, and the neat beds were stacked there, waiting for the return of the master. So she raised her hand again with difficulty, wiped her tears, and exhaled a long breath.

She can also be the same as the bed, wait for the pillar brother to come back, touch her head and praise him, it's fine, it's good.

My heart is so calm, just like the fragrance of medicine gently brought in by the wind outside.

It was as if something rippled in the bottom of my heart, and there was a kind of inexplicable complete silence.

When she wiped her tears for the third time, Nuomi always felt that there was something in her heart, a small sprout.

"Just, can I live...... That's nice. ”

Glutinous rice whispered to herself.

Since that night, Nuomi has never felt so peaceful and serene. It's like a dream, and you can't find it anymore. Nuomi herself was a little ignorant, but she vaguely knew that the experience that night would have a great impact on her. She has always wanted to find someone to ask, but Senior Brother Zhuzi went down the mountain, and Uncle Qingyin went out of the mountain gate again, and she didn't know when she would come back. The uncle who passed on the gong was all rotated, and his face was cold, which always reminded Nuomi of the expression of Qingming Zhenren when he grabbed his wrist, so he dared to ask more.

Sun Min was always a little disappreciative of her, but she was finally gentle, and she snorted coldly when she didn't see her anymore. If we meet at a meal by chance, we will also have a meal together, and the glutinous rice will already feel very happy.

Glutinous rice has been found in the Jing Pavilion many secular prescriptions left by ancient monks. Some are jade slips, and some are even just manuscripts. Probably those ancient monks didn't look down on it at all, and they didn't even think it was necessary to rip it into the jade slip, so they just put it in the innermost part of the scripture pavilion and piled it up.

Whether it's a coarse parchment roll or a silk cloth towel roll, glutinous rice is very fond of it.

The feeling of holding the scroll in her hand for some reason always reminds Glutinous Rice of her father, and she likes to hold the scroll full of dust and earth to look at the moonlight.

She had been trying to run the True Yuan Force for two weeks. But no matter how hard she tried, those True Yuan Powers were like wheat candy sticking to the dantian, and it took a lot of effort to tear it apart from the dantian. If you are not careful, those true yuan forces will retract back into the dantian.

And as long as the glutinous rice is not careful, the true yuan power will be sucked away by the small black ball above the dantian, and this night's cultivation will be equivalent to working in vain. Because the little black ball absorbed more and more True Yuan Power, it seemed to be more and more swollen. He had to be very, very careful to get around the little black ball exactly.

Glutinous rice is tired and sweaty every day, but surprisingly does not feel tired. Physical fatigue is nothing to a cultivator, at least a little rest can recover. This spirit is relaxed, and Nuomi still has the energy to look at Yu Jian and flip through the prescriptions.

A lot of the things on those scrolls are glutinous rice that I can't read. Especially those tedious medicine refining processes, if she hadn't stayed in the Medicine Hall for a while, she wouldn't even understand the hyphenation. Now I can barely understand the literal meaning, but more terms and other things are just memorized, and I don't really understand them.

Even so, Glutinous Rice wants to remember.

She worked very hard to listen to the conversations between those senior brothers on weekdays.

Most of the time it was small talk, but occasionally, there were words he had never heard before. If she thinks she can figure it out, she writes it down silently. If she couldn't figure it out, she would timidly ask. If any senior brother is in a better mood, maybe he will sue her.

After glutinous rice became familiar with the work of selecting immortal medicines, Hita Tian suddenly ran to the medicine hall.

Senior Sister has her own exclusive cave mansion, and she cultivates by herself on weekdays, and rarely comes to the main hall. When it comes to the idleness of the medicine hall, it is almost the first time that it has been unprecedented. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and then respectfully called Senior Sister. I couldn't help but mumble a few times in my heart.

Tian Tian responded a few words, looked around the top of the heads of a group of disciples, and suddenly his eyes lit up and beckoned.

Everyone looked back at Tian Tian's gaze. Tian Tian's eyes touched an extremely young child in the crowd. The child was thin and small, only a little bulging of a child could be seen between his cheeks, and he sat in the corner of the crowd, quite inconspicuous. Many people have to think hard to save such a little junior brother by their side.

Glutinous rice herself was also a little stunned.

She still likes her senior sister, but as long as she thinks of angering her senior sister before, she cringes a little. She didn't even know what Shizun was angry about at the time, but after doing things in the Medicine Palace, she understood that the Great Hall was a taboo, and it was not a place that anyone could enter casually. She was also frustrated that she had done something wrong, which made her master angry.

It's not because the master is not good, and it's not because the master doesn't like glutinous rice.

Therefore, when Tian Tian beckoned to her, Nuomi really hesitated for a moment before walking over cautiously.

Tian Tian saw Nuomi walk in, pouted slightly, and reached out to pull Nuomi's hand.

Even the Medicine Hall disciples behind them were taken aback. In front of their eyes and minds, Senior Sister is always on top, and she has to look at people with her chin and the corners of her eyes, and when have I seen her so close to an ordinary disciple. But Tian Tian doesn't care about this, she is a senior sister, but she can't explain anything to the junior brothers below, and she will run away after dragging people.