The cultivators had quite a big appetite; the food Xia Qingqing had prepared for more than a dozen people was completely consumed.
Meng Jiayu rubbed his full stomach with a satisfied look on his face: "This hot pot and barbecue are so good. How am I supposed to eat fasting pills in the future? I really wish I could eat such delicious food every day."
"It's fine to eat these things occasionally, but cultivators shouldn't indulge in gluttony," Mu Yuankai reminded them calmly.
Lu Jiaojiao retorted, "I think Mu is wrong. If you can't even eat to your heart's content, what's the point of cultivation?"
Xiao Youling taught her this from a young age: do what you want to do, and don't be timid or hesitant.
The essence of cultivators wanting to cultivate into immortals is also to live a good life. If they can't do what they want to do, what's the point of becoming an immortal?
"This..." Mu Yuankai didn't know what to say.
Xia Qingqing smiled and smoothed things over: "Jiaojiao and Fellow Daoist Mu are both right, but these things vary from person to person. It can only be said that everyone's pursuits are different."
Lu Jiaojiao nodded firmly. Her mother had told her this before: what she thought was hard work might not be hard work for others, and what she thought was happiness might not be happiness for others.
People should not judge others by their own standards.
Mu Yuankai seemed to be deep in thought. He had always regarded cultivation as the most important thing in his life. His elders said that cultivators should be pure of heart and have few desires, so he suppressed his other desires. But was that really the right thing to do?
Ascending to immortality is the common aspiration of all cultivators, but what will they face after ascending to immortality?
Mu Yuankai felt that he had reached a stalemate and needed to go back and think it over carefully.
Mu Yuankai stood up, looked at the group, and said, "It's getting late, let's go back."
Xia Qingqing knew that all three of them liked hot pot, so she specially prepared a hot pot base for each of them before they left.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xia," Meng Jiayu said happily.
Liu Xinjia and Mu Yuankai nodded to her in thanks: "Thank you for your hospitality, Fellow Daoist Xia. Let's get together again next time."
In the following period, Xia Qingqing went on several more missions with Lu Jiaojiao.
Every time he goes out, he manages to collect some specialties from the cultivation world, and he has even collected several spatial artifacts.
When Lu Jiaojiao was cultivating, Xia Qingqing never left the Xuantian Sect alone.
The world of cultivation is fraught with danger. When she went out with Lu Jiaojiao and the others, other cultivators generally wouldn't provoke them because they were direct disciples of the Xuantian Sect. After all, it wasn't worth it to offend the young ones and then the old ones would come along.
However, if Xia Qingqing goes out alone, she will face the risk of being killed and robbed by other cultivators at any time.
Three months passed in this way, and Xia Qingqing's excitement grew stronger and stronger.
Every night before she went to sleep, she prayed that she could go back the next day, but each time her hopes were dashed.
By the fourth month, Xia Qingqing was still in the cultivation world, something that had never happened before.
She began to despair, wondering if she was going to have to live here forever.
As time went on, she seemed to get used to it.
Being alive is good enough; who cares what world we're in? Living each day to the fullest is the most important thing.
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On a very ordinary morning, Xia Qingqing opened her eyes and was met with a familiar handsome face.
Her pupils dilated suddenly: "Aze?"
Hearing the sound, Song Ze glanced groggily at his watch on the bedside table and then pulled her into his arms: "Wife, it's still early, sleep a little longer, we can go to Grandpa's for dinner later."
Xia Qingqing looked at the bright red quilt covering her and the double happiness character pasted on the wall, her expression somewhat dazed.
So she went back to the morning after her wedding?
Is this a dream?
Xia Qingqing closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep. Whether it was a dream or not, it was none of her control anyway.
Life is about taking things as they come.
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