Before Jiang Xiyan recovered from his shock, Shen Qiqi started taking things out of the storage bag again.
This time she pulled out a few chairs.
Next is a tea set.
There was even a thermos. When you unscrewed the wooden cork at the bottle mouth, white mist immediately came out, indicating that the water in the thermos was still hot.
Shen Qiqi said to Yin Qiao, "Yin Qiao, make some tea for everyone first. Drinking it will help drive away the cold."
The temperature in the forest was already low, and with the resentful spirits gathering around, the chill that penetrated directly into the bone marrow was unbearable for most people.
Among the five people in the group, Yinqiao is a paper man. His body is made of the skin of an ancient mythical beast and is invulnerable to swords and guns. Naturally, he cannot feel the cold or warmth of the outside world.
Shen Qiqi is now at the Spirit King realm, with powerful spiritual power protecting her body, so she is not afraid of the cold outside.
Xie Beiming's expression didn't seem to change, so it seemed that he wasn't afraid either.
However, the situation of Qingluo and Jiang Xiyan, whose cultivation is relatively weak, is not very good.
Especially Qingluo, her cultivation level was not high to begin with, and she was captured and abused by Shen Ning'er for so long. Although she rested in Wuji Sect for a month, she only managed to restore her body to its original state, but her cultivation level that had dropped could not be recovered.
At this time, Qingluo's lips had begun to turn blue and dark. Although she tried her best to control it, Shen Qiqi still noticed her uncontrollable trembling.
As for Jiang Xiyan, as the son of Jiang Guiyuan, a powerful spiritual master, Jiang Xiyan's cultivation was originally far ahead of his peers, but like Qingluo, his body had suffered great damage, which led to a sharp drop in his cultivation.
Shen Qiqi checked Jiang Xiyan's cultivation level and found that he was only at the third level of spiritual master. However, he had been stung by bees before, and his head and face were red and swollen, so it was hard to tell what his current complexion was.
But I think it won’t be much better than Qingluo.
Therefore, after setting up the tables, chairs, tea sets and other things, Shen Qiqi greeted everyone and said, "The Yin spirits are afraid of Yang energy. The sun hasn't set yet, so they probably won't dare to come out. Let's sit down and wait for a while. We can find out what happened after the sun sets."
At this time, Yinqiao had already brewed the tea and was holding the purple clay teapot, pouring the fragrant tea into the teacup.
Jiang Xiyan was called by Shen Qiqi and sat down in a daze. He picked up the steaming teacup in front of him and drank the hot strong tea. Only then did he come to his senses, wiped his mouth, and thought to himself: It turns out that the fairy took out the tables and chairs not to entertain the ghost guests from all directions, but to provide everyone with a place to rest.
He said that as cultivators, they were either busy practicing or exorcising evil spirits all day long, so there was no reason for them to entertain ghosts from all over the world.
Even if they really put delicious fish and meat on the table, those ghost guests would not dare to come to the banquet.
Besides, ghosts are ghosts. They only eat incense and cannot eat big fish and meat.
However, Jiang Xiyan soon found out that he was wrong.
After drinking two cups of hot tea, Shen Qiqi found a bottle of cold-dispelling pills from the Qiankun bag given to her by Taiqing Immortal Venerable, and asked Jiang Xiyan and Qingluo, who had the weakest cultivation, to take two pills each. After confirming that they could now withstand the coldness in the forest, she said, "It's getting late, let's get to work."
After Shen Qiqi finished speaking, she flicked her hand on the table, and all the tea sets were put back into the storage bag. Then she continued to pull things out of the storage bag.
The first things that came out were a few jars. Jiang Xiyan opened them curiously and took a look, only to discover that they were filled with seasonings like salt.
These are all kitchen supplies.
Jiang Xiyan was wondering what Shen Qiqi was doing with these things when he heard a few "pa pa" sounds. The next moment, several fish suddenly appeared on the table in front of him.
None of the fish were very big, each weighing probably only a little over a pound, but they were all lively and energetic, with water stains on their scales, as if they had just been fished out of the water. They flicked their tails, splashing water all over Jiang Xiyan's face.
Before he could even wipe the water stains off his face, next to the lively fish, there was half a lamb, a live chicken with its feet tied, a rabbit, and several steamed buns... All kinds of ingredients were taken out one by one, and it seemed that the table was almost full of room.
Jiang Xiyan was shocked, and his jaw dropped to the ground again. He stiffened his neck and stared at the palm-sized storage bag in Shen Qiqi's hand in surprise, his eyes wide open.
Seeing Shen Qiqi pull out another branch full of peaches from the storage bag, Jiang Xiyan could no longer control his surprise. He was completely stunned and couldn't help asking: "Qiqi, you...your storage bag...how come there are so many strange things?"
In fact, the things themselves are not strange. What is strange is the way they appear, because they all come out of the storage bag.
Storage bags are something that almost every monk like them has one, or even several. Their function is probably similar to a doctor's medicine box or a scholar's backpack. They have limited capacity and are mostly filled with daily necessities.
But this definitely does not include tables, chairs, benches, chickens, ducks, fish and meat.
Not to mention that Shen Qiqi's storage bag is too advanced and has a capacity so large that it feels like it can hold half an acre of land. Just look at these tables, chairs, benches, chickens, ducks, fish and meat... Who would put these things in a storage bag?
The tables, chairs and benches are fine, but what about the chicken, duck, fish and meat? They are all raw and cannot be eaten.
Shen Qiqi naturally heard the confusion in Jiang Xiyan's words. She recalled the experience of being so hungry that her legs were trembling in her previous life, and a hint of bitterness could not help but appear at the corner of her lips.
How could Jiang Xiaozongzhu, who had never experienced competing with the squirrel family of three for food, know what hunger felt like? Naturally, he could not understand how deeply a person who was tortured by hunger would rely on food.
Shen Qiqi's storage bag may not contain elixirs or talismans, but it must contain food.
She always carries a storage bag with her, which is filled with all kinds of food.
She was like a hardworking little squirrel, hiding food in her tree hole whenever she got the chance.
Because she was really afraid of the feeling of hunger.
However, she couldn't tell anyone about these things, and they were all things of the previous generation, so it was better not to mention them.
Shen Qiqi exhaled the foul air and pulled her thoughts back from her distant past life.
She reached out and plucked the largest and reddest peach from the branch, wiped it clean carefully with a handkerchief, and handed it to Xie Beiming. Then she looked at Jiang Xiyan and smiled faintly, "Because I'm afraid of being hungry, I like to put some food in my storage bag."
The words were true, but the tone was teasing. However, when Xie Beiming heard it, his heart couldn't help but ache.
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