The next morning, we crossed the water city.
Xiang Sheng opened the door panel with his hands like an ordinary person, looked at the snow-white street outside, and exhaled a breath of white air.
The previous owner of the shop left behind a lot of tools. Xiang Sheng found a broom from inside and went to the door to start sweeping the snow.
After sweeping for a while, the shops along the street opened one after another. Seeing Xiang Sheng getting up early to sweep the snow outside, they all showed surprise, and then picked up the broom to join in.
The snow was still falling from the sky, and Xiang Sheng made a crunching sound when he stepped on it.
She swept away piece of snow after piece, as if sweeping away some of the haze in her heart, and her brows relaxed slightly.
What she and Jiang Yi said was not false.
Since she traveled through time, in order to survive, she has been like a taut string, scheming and scheming all day long, fighting for life and death, and never really relaxing. How could she not be tired?
Although this seclusion is only to avoid the attention of the cultivation world and solve the hidden dangers of the Earth God, it is also what she wants in her heart.
If one day, she can sort out the cause and effect, she will definitely find a peaceful place and live in peace.
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Half an hour later, the snow on the streets was almost cleared.
Xiang Sheng put away his broom and was about to go back to the house when he saw Widow Wang coming over with a bowl of steaming porridge, smiling and saying:
"Xiang's sister, come and try the Laba porridge made by auntie to warm yourself up."
Xiang Sheng subconsciously wanted to refuse, but then she thought that she was now in seclusion in the mortal world and was interacting with them as a mortal, so the chances of her being involved were very small.
Besides, she will be staying here for a long time, so it is not a bad thing for her to build good relationships with the neighbors.
With this thought in mind, Xiang Sheng stopped refusing and smiled as he took the bowl of porridge from Widow Wang. "Thank you, Auntie."
"Just a bowl of porridge."
Widow Wang waved her hand, then took a look at Xiang Sheng's thin clothing and frowned, saying, "Sister, it's not like inside here. You should wear more clothes. It would be bad if you catch a cold."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Auntie."
Xiang Sheng nodded, raised his head and drank the Laba porridge in his hand, then returned the empty bowl to Widow Wang and praised her, "The Laba porridge you made is really delicious."
"That's not the case."
Widow Wang put her hands on her hips and snorted softly, "Here on East Street, the Laba porridge I make is the best! It's always sold out every year. If you weren't a new neighbor, you might not even be able to have some."
"Auntie is absolutely right."
Xiang Sheng smiled warmly and agreed. Widow Wang frowned slightly when she saw this. She looked around and saw that most of the neighbors had left. She pulled Xiang Sheng back to the bamboo pavilion and said in a low voice:
"Xiang's sister, I'm not saying anything bad about you. I don't know why you would come here alone in this cold winter. But when a woman is away from home, if she is too easygoing, she will suffer."
Widow Wang spoke very quickly. Before Xiang Sheng could even open his mouth, she was silenced by another sentence, "Also, you have a pretty face. If you show it off too much, it will easily bring you trouble."
Xiang Sheng touched his face.
The last time someone said this to me was when I first joined the Chiyan Sect as an attendant. Because of my beauty, people with ulterior motives spread rumors about me.
Now that her cultivation has improved, she has shown her true face in front of many sects, but no one dares to make any comments about her appearance.
Beauty is not the original sin, weakness is.
"Xiang family girl?"
Aunt Wang stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Xiang Sheng.
Xiang Sheng came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, auntie, I know what to do."
Widow Wang was full of doubt. This girl looked like she had just reached the age of marriage, so how could she have any sense of propriety?
Despite this, Widow Wang didn't say much this time. She turned around and looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the house. She couldn't understand them, so she shook her head and left.
Xiang Sheng returned to the house, and with a thought, his robes instantly transformed into a cotton-padded jacket. Then, with a flick of his finger, he tapped the charcoal basin, and the cold charcoal instantly reignited, generating warmth.
He brushed his sleeves and sat down at the long table. He spread out a new sheet of paper and just as he was about to pick up his pen, he suddenly felt the Mystic Realm Pearl hanging on his chest vibrate. Then a familiar voice rang out:
"Don't you even remember to save some Laba porridge for me, your brother?"
Xiang Sheng's eyes lit up with surprise, "Brother?"
A mysterious light flashed on the surface of the secret realm bead, and a black light suddenly escaped from it and landed lightly on the table.
This is a black tiger the size of a cat, with fur as black and shiny as silk.
He opened his eyes, his golden pupils shining brightly, revealing the majesty of royal blood.
Xiang Sheng looked at "Wang Tuo" in front of him with astonishment in his eyes, "Brother..."
"It's me."
The black tiger spoke in human language and licked the sole of its paw. "I have just woken up, and my demonic power is not enough to maintain a human body."
Xiang Sheng immediately touched his storage ring and took out many elixirs and even Yuanquan.
Wang Tuo waved his paws upon seeing this, "I don't need these. The demon race cultivates bloodlines, not spiritual power. I have only just begun to accept the bloodline left by the old man, and it will take a long time to digest it."
"I see."
Xiang Sheng suddenly realized something, waved his sleeves to collect the bottles and jars on the table, and said with a gentle smile: "That's fine, the thing I have the most right now is time."
Wang Tuo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said, "Sister Sheng, you seem to have changed."
"People change." Xiang Sheng picked up his brush and painted, smiling without looking up, "No one is immune to this."
Wang Tuo was silent for a moment, then sighed bitterly: "You are right."
As time went by, he was no longer the heartless young man who could sneak out and travel the world.
"Brother, take a look. Does my drawing look like the real thing?"
Xiang Sheng's words pulled Wang Tuo out of his memories.
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