Half an hour later, everyone packed up and moved their positions to the other side, near the forest.

It's a little far from the battlefield, and even if a demon beast is attracted by the smell of blood, it won't be noticed for a while.

Jiang Mi sat silently on the side to recuperate, although those poisonous snakes were low-level demon beasts, but they couldn't bear to bite the elephant to death, after this battle, she was also extremely tired, especially the right hand wielding the sword, which was sore and painful at the moment, and was faintly swollen.

She couldn't help but use a trace of spiritual power, and slowly dredged up the operation along those tiny veins in her right arm.

It didn't take long for her to feel the soreness in her right arm fade away, replaced by a strange tingling sensation with a slight itch.

Jiang Mi frowned, and then released a wisp of divine consciousness attached to the aura, guiding it to continue to run in those tiny veins.

Soon, Jiang Mi "saw" those small veins stretched open by the aura one by one, and then increased by a few points. Although the aura retracted after the pass, it was obviously stronger and a little wider than the previous one.

This discovery immediately surprised and delighted Jiang Mi, but what followed was confusion and incomprehension.

This is because when a monk is practicing, whether the exercises run for a large or small week, they all run according to the eight veins of the human body.

Like these tiny veins in the human body, it can basically be said to be negligible.

Because of this, Jiang Mi is entangled in doubts, she doesn't know if she is lonely and unheard of? Or are the monks nowadays subconsciously ignoring it?

She has already experienced the benefits of dredging small veins just now, and it remains to be seen whether there are any side effects.

However, Jiang Mi has decided to change the part to do the experiment, after all, the right hand is indispensable, in case it is accidentally scrapped, she can't find a place to cry.

At this time, the male disciple who followed her to read the recipe quietly touched her side and asked, "What is your surname?" ”

He was really curious about this fierce and abnormal junior sister, which disciple of the senior seat was so interesting!

Jiang Mi gathered her thoughts, turned her head to look at the male disciple and said, "Don't your surname Jiang, I don't know the senior brother's surname?" ”

The male disciple scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and coughed lightly: "How can there be any high surname and not high surname, my surname is Yin, my name is Qingxi, senior sister can call me Senior Brother Yin, you can also call me Senior Brother Qingxi, it's all arbitrary." ”

The corners of Jiang Mi's mouth twitched, and she called out kindly: "Hello, Senior Brother Yin!" ”

"Hehe~, hello Senior Sister Jiang!" After Yin Qingxi smirked twice, he suddenly remembered why he came, so he said, "I take the liberty of asking, which senior sister Jiang is the personal disciple of which senior in the sect?" ”

"......" Jiang Mi was silent for a few breaths, and then said casually: "The master said that before I built the foundation, I was not allowed to reveal his name, he couldn't afford to lose people." ”

She is still a small handyman, how can there be a master?

Yin Qingxi didn't doubt it when he heard this, after all, many powerful cultivators had all kinds of habits, how could they question it.

So he glanced at Jiang Mi with a little sympathy, then skipped the topic and asked instead: "Senior Sister Jiang, when you fought before, the recipe poem you read was extremely interesting, can you make those delicious foods in it?" ”

"Recipe poems?" Jiang Mi looked at Yin Qingxi with some puzzlement, but saw that this thing was looking at her expectantly, and seemed to swallow her saliva.

Ginger honey: ...... This is what delicious I thought of, and my expression was so strange!

Yin Qingxi saw that Jiang Mi didn't think of it, so he reminded: "Spicy steamed little tender snake, salt, pepper, sweet and sour snake section, salt, garlic grilled dragon steak, dry pot stewed dragon and phoenix soup." ”

After Jiang Mi listened, the corners of her mouth suddenly couldn't help but twitch wildly, how could she do this, she hadn't eaten it herself.

At that time, I just made it up at random to brainwash myself, but I didn't want him to listen to it, and I came to ask her afterwards if she would do it? It's really strange that there are many things every year, and this year there are so many!

"No, I'm hearsay, as for where, I forgot." Jiang Mi shook her head decisively, and directly blocked the road in and out of her words.

When Yin Qingxi heard this, he instantly looked disappointed, and thought that he could taste those delicacies, but he didn't expect that Senior Sister Jiang was also a half-ass, and she would only talk about it and not do it.

……

Sleepless nights.

The next morning, it was just after dawn.

After the disciples cleaned up briefly, they took out the paper cranes one after another to activate them and continued to fly in the direction of the sect.

This place of bones is also a place of sadness, and they do not want to stay any longer.

The dead are gone, and the living are like this!

Especially for monks who have long looked down on life and death and have a great way in their hearts, such sad emotions will not be put aside in their hearts for too long.

More than 40 paper cranes flew together one after another, and the scene can be said to be very spectacular.

However, after last night's battle, and another sleepless night, the disciples manipulated the paper cranes, which were somewhat powerless, although they did not fly staggering, but they also staggered all the way.

Seeing this, Jiang Mi hurriedly manipulated her paper crane to distance herself from them, she was afraid, such a high-altitude accident would be fatal at any time.

Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way, and they finally arrived at the next station in the evening.

After checking around and not finding any danger, all the disciples couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Now I can finally rest for a while!

Jiang Mi didn't care about it at the moment, she found a place at random, and after leaving a wisp of consciousness, she immediately entered a state of meditation and pranayama.

She didn't recover last night, and she began to consume her aura again in the morning, and now there is not much aura left in her dantian.

She is still like this, but she can imagine the situation of those sect disciples, but I am afraid that it may not be much better.

If they encounter any unexpected situation, they may not even have enough spare time to deal with it.

After discussing the personnel on duty in shifts, the other disciples didn't care about eating, and after only swallowing a few pills, they began to meditate and pranayama on the spot one after another, recovering their strength as soon as possible.

Everyone is racing against time to recover, but they don't want anyone to be hiding in the shadows all the time watching them, no, more precisely, paying attention to Jiang Mi.

Since she came out of Heavenly Star City, her words, deeds, and behavior along the way have been looked at by this person one by one.

As for why this person didn't make a timely move at the beginning of last night's war, it was because of one sentence: natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Not to mention that the high-level demon beasts on the way back to the sect have all been cleaned up, even if they have not been cleaned up, it is normal for all disciples to have this experience.

The road to cultivating immortals is long, and there are so many dangers!

If you can't survive even the initial little tribulation like last night, then this road to immortality is doomed.

"Nearly eleven years old, you should be able to be self-reliant, right?"

The whispering of self-muttering soon disappeared into the breeze......