But thinking of that reminder, Song Mian sometimes really wanted to laugh.

She has gone through all kinds of things, and she no longer has hope in humanity.

The world is like fire, and the world is like a furnace.

She's seen too many people, hypocritical, inconsistent, selfish......

Once out of kindness, after being skinned again and again, it was buried little by little.

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

Song Mian's injuries are getting better little by little.

Shen Qingyi originally planned to fly with the sword, but at this moment, he had to take Song Mian with him, but he had to change from a sword to a spirit boat.

"Goo!"

A grunt made both of them stunned for a moment.

Song Mian touched her stomach a little embarrassed.

After worrying about his life, his body seemed to come back to his senses.

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

It's just that now that her life was saved, and the two have no friendship, even strangers who have only met twice, Song Mian doesn't expect a Zhuji nun to take her to Fang Market to buy food because of her hunger.

Shen Qingyi really didn't plan to take Song Mian to buy things in Fang City.

Now they are in a position near the mountain cliff, some distance from several Fang Fang City, if you want to go to the nearest Fang City, you have to turn back.

Shen Qing thought about it for a moment and took out the pots and pans from his storage bag.

The spirit in his hand moved, and water and some spiritual rice were added to the pot.

"Former ...... Predecessor? ”

Shen Qingyi moved quickly and did everything.

"Your injuries are too serious at the moment, you should not eat food with too heavy spiritual power and Bigu Dan, you should eat mild food."

In addition, the moment he touched Song Mian, when he touched Song Mian's wrist, Shen Qingyi felt the confusion of the pulse in Song Mian's body.

Although she is not a Dan Xiu and a medical cultivator, she also has some basic attempts.

Song Mian's condition is very similar to being abolished and cultivated, and his meridians are damaged.

In addition, the injury made him extremely weak.

The pills given to her were the mildest and contained less spiritual power.

Song Mian watched Shen Qing and his party cooking porridge smoothly, and he was a little unable to come back to his senses for a while.

"Former ...... Seniors, how...... How could it be...... Take your ...... with you Pots and pans ......"

Aren't there usually some important things in storage bags? When traveling, life-saving elixirs, hunted demon beasts, and spirit grass......

Also, don't the foundation building monks all cultivate for themselves, and open the valley?

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

In fact, after she got the news that she didn't need Bigu for the time being, she couldn't bear that the food made by several masters in the canteen was really delicious, and she wanted to eat something hot when she was out of the house, so she brought pots and bowls.

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

It's not just that her behavior is stupid in the eyes of some monks, but now her status is a loose cultivator.

Casual cultivation is generally running around, desperately competing for resources to cultivate, how many casual cultivators are heavy appetites?

In order to survive, in order to cultivate, sometimes when eating, it is all devoured, and raw food must be swallowed.

Song Mian nodded, and his eyes looked at Shen Qingyi a little closer.

It seems that this senior who has no shelf has a good life before.

The aroma coming from the pot is getting stronger.

made Song Mian's stomach scream even more.

"You wait a minute, it won't be long yet."

Song Mian nodded, although she was hungry now, her sanity still existed.

Chapter 212: Cooking Porridge