Chapter 14: Being Assigned a Life-Destroying Mission

After Ye Xiaoman drew the Qi into her body, the Qi rushed through her meridians, as if it was going to blow her up.

"snort."

Sikong Qing was rarely kind. He raised his hand and placed it in front of Ye Xiaoman's little face. He gathered spiritual energy in his palm and moved his palm down little by little, guiding Ye Xiaoman's spiritual energy to open up the 12 meridians in a certain order.

With his help, Ye Xiaoman succeeded in drawing in qi on her first try.

She broke through the obstacles in one go and advanced to the first level of Qi Refining!

After Ye Xiaoman finished her training, she jumped up from the ground with joy.

Her body felt lighter than ever before, and her five senses were sharper than ever before.

When she was a mortal before, she could only notice the movements around her, but now, she can hear everything that happens within five meters.

Ye Xiaoman ran to the door excitedly.

Sikong Qing touched the rabbit in his arms, leaned against the door, and stood in the moonlight looking at her.

With his cultivation level at the Jindan stage, he had excellent eyesight and could clearly see that Ye Xiaoman was as happy as a horse that had broken free from its reins, jumping into the river to wash away the dirt from her body.

She stood in the middle of the water, untied her soiled clothes piece by piece, washed them, and threw them ashore...

Sikong Qing turned his head and looked away.

Shameless.

When it was time to go to bed, Ye Xiaoman climbed into bed as a matter of course.

As she got closer, Sikong Qing couldn't help but recall the scene he had just seen: a girl in the river under the moonlight, her skin as white as moonlight, her lines...

He couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed or annoyed. He grabbed Ye Xiaoman's shoulders and pushed her over. "Where's the new furniture I asked you to buy? Shouldn't you at least buy a bed?"

Ye Xiaoman: "Master Sikong, our family is really poor. We have to earn money to buy you the Golden Thorn Pill. We can't afford anything else."

"Besides, if I, a solitary monk, suddenly bought two beds, wouldn't that be announcing to the world that I'm harboring demons?"

Sikong Qing: "So we're just going to...sleep in the same bed?"

Ye Xiaoman resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

This guy has never experienced hardship. In the doomsday shelter, men and women all slept in large bunk beds. The conditions were nowhere near as good as they are now.

She is not a saint who would give up her bed to others and sleep on the cold floor.

She looked at Sikong Qing innocently: "Is there a problem?"

Sikong Qing was speechless.

Ye Xiaoman acted too innocent, as if she had no idea about love between men and women.

Her frankness made him, who was struggling with this issue, seem very embarrassed, as if he had some improper thoughts about her.

Sikong Qing was inexplicably aroused by the desire to win. He rolled his eyes seductively, pulled the quilt over him, and lay down with his head covered.

His depressed voice came from under the quilt, "Nothing."

The bed was very large, with a Milky Way-width gap between the two of them.

Ye Xiaoman smelled Sikong Qing's body fragrance.

Fragrance, fragrance all over the body.

Covered in the quilt together, it feels like falling into a field of flowers.

An excellent partner for dual cultivation.

No wonder Xiao Chujing mistook her for a woman.

Sikong Qing's body fragrance helps the body's qi flow. Sleeping with him has the effect of cultivating one's health.

Ye Xiaoman squinted comfortably in the soft quilt.

She was busy all day and fell asleep quickly.

The next day, Ye Xiaoman got up very early.

The schedule was the same as the day before: attending classes and participating in Danxiu’s collective labor.

"Big Sister, can I take these spiritual herbs away?"

Ye Xiaoman pointed at the herbs thrown outside the nursery and asked.

Originally, disciples who wanted to cultivate spiritual medicines privately had to pay money to buy seeds and seedlings from the sect.

But these are spiritual herbs that have died and will be burned together with weeds to become fertilizer, so the management is not very strict.

The eldest sister is in charge of managing the herb garden. Now she no longer targets Ye Xiaoman and is willing to turn a blind eye to her behavior of taking advantage of the situation.

Although I don't understand why she picked up a bunch of garbage.

"Well, take it if you want it."

Ye Xiaoman went home carrying a basket of discarded spiritual herbs.

Sikong Qing was still lying on the rocks at the door, waiting for her to bring back food.

"We're going to grill snake meat today," said Ye Xiaoman.

Sikong Qing snorted and had no objection.

Ye Xiaoman went to the cellar and brought up a few snakes from the ice room.

Sikong Qing had processed it yesterday, cutting off the head and tail and peeling the skin. It looked no different from pork.

She put the iron plate on the stove at the door, lit the fire, and started grilling.

Sikong Qing had been standing aside in a noble manner, waiting for her to offer food. After seeing how she cooked, he couldn't help but speak out.

"If you don't remove the snake's gallbladder, won't the meat be bitter?"

Ye Xiaoman hated cooking. "It's bitter, so just make do with it."

Sikong Qing couldn't bear to see her waste the food, so he came over and snatched the meat from her hand, "Get lost."

He first took out the snake gallbladder, which was a treasure and could be used to make wine to nourish the monk's body.

For a weakling like Ye Xiaoman in the Qi Refining Stage, drinking this in the middle of winter is the most nourishing thing.

The snake meat is first marinated with coarse salt, and then sake, sugar and vinegar are added to remove the fishy smell and restore the sweet and tender texture of the meat.

While waiting for the snake meat to marinate, you can first stir-fry garlic and use chili powder barbecue sauce to make your own sauce.

Then he drove Ye Xiaoman to pick some edible wild vegetables, clean them in advance, and then wrap them with barbecue to eat to relieve the greasiness.

Heat the iron plate, brush a layer of oil on it, put the snake meat on it, sizzle it, it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it tastes better than roasted pork belly.

Ye Xiaoman squatted on the side, watching with admiration. Beneath the cool appearance, there was actually a virtuous nature.

After having a good meal and a good drink, Sikong Qing sat cross-legged on the rocks and began to practice healing.

Ye Xiaoman waved a hoe, planning to transform the large wasteland in front of and behind the house into a medicinal garden.

Si Kongqing heard the clanging noise and turned to ask her, "What are you doing?"

Ye Xiaoman grunted as she turned the soil and answered happily, "Growing herbs and vegetables."

Sikong Qing had lived a life of luxury, so naturally he couldn't understand the survival methods of the little people. He snorted coldly and closed his eyes again.

When he finished his training, the sun was setting and Ye Xiaoman's farmland had been cultivated.

The fire is burning.

She piled up the weeds she had cleared and burned them. The burned grass turned into fertilizer and was then spread onto the ground, which increased the fertility of the land.

She managed to save more than half of the hundred green grass plants that she had soaked in a basin of water yesterday.

The grass stems turned from yellow to green and tiny sprouts emerged.

Ye Xiaoman happily transplanted them into the ground.

The elder who taught the herbal medicine class said that green grass likes shade and water, so Ye Xiaoman built a small shed for them and also diverted a small canal from the river.

She followed the method she had discovered yesterday, mobilized her spiritual power, and transferred her spiritual energy to every blade of grass.

After entering the Qi Refining Stage, she had more spiritual energy, and this time, all the green bead grasses were adequately nourished.

If this batch of green grass can be successfully raised, she can earn at least 6,000 spirit coins, and can also harvest a large number of seeds and obtain more green grass.

A business with no capital investment can bring huge profits.

She followed suit, trimming the magical herbs she had plucked from the Danfeng Nursery according to the same method as for the green bead grass, and soaking them in water.

No matter how many people can be saved, it is a profit.

In the next few days, Ye Xiaoman planted spiritual herbs on the several acres of land in front of and behind the house.

Just when she was immersed in the joy of farming, she was contacted online.

"I have a task for you."