Liu Liang's excitement disappeared in an instant.
She actually did it.
"What evil things have you done?"
Qingyue's voice was somewhat cold and harsh.
It is absolutely not feasible to go against the Yangxi Jue method. If you harm others, you will harm yourself a thousand times.
If this disciple really had the intention to harm others, then he would kick her back with his own feet and would not care about her anymore. He, Qingyue, would just pretend that he had never accepted a disciple.
Liu Liang never felt that she had done anything wrong. Even if the world was unfair to her, she never thought of ending her own life. Who doesn't want to live? Who doesn't want to live well?
If she had not died in that life, she would not be alive now. If those people had not been cruel to her then, she would not have so much hatred.
Once the word "hate" is uttered, it will never be forgotten in this life.
She told Qingyue about the grudges in her previous life and her rebirth in this life, including how Liu Pengcheng stole her medical money and eventually caused the tragic death of her and Zhou Lanping.
In this life, she only destroyed his thing, and she felt that she had already shown mercy.
Qingyue rubbed the top of Liu Liang's head.
"No wonder I've been losing my soul. It's just because I have too much resentment."
Liu Jing touched the mole under her eye, and her voice was slow but still firm.
Master, if I were given another chance to choose, I would still choose to cripple him. If I don't cripple him, I would be unworthy of being a human being. If I don't cripple him, I would kill him.
If their world was not a society ruled by law instead of the Tianyuan Continent, Liu Pengcheng would have died in her hands long ago, and she would not have been able to let him survive until now, grow up safely, and continue to disgust her.
Qingyue touched her belly.
"Go and cook for me, I'm hungry."
Qingyue stopped trying to persuade Liu Liang. He was filled with resentment after hearing what he heard, not to mention Liu Liang himself.
He understood that one should not do to others what one does not want others to do to you.
Liu Liang hurried to the kitchen and prepared to light a fire to make something for Qingyue.
She expressed her gratitude to her master through words. He was her teacher in two lifetimes. Although her abilities were limited, she would always be filial to him.
It's just that the stove here is really slow, and the firewood it burns is not very satisfactory.
She needs to think carefully about how to improve the fire problem here.
The stove is not good, it is slow, and making coal balls is a laborious and time-consuming task. The most important thing is that it is also slow.
The gas stove is definitely faster, but she can't just carry a gas tank with her whenever she wants.
Natural gas is even worse.
All she could think of was no.
Until she thought of something.
As for whether it works, she still needs to experiment. She still has a month to stay here, which is a long time for her. She can read most of the high school textbooks and make what she wants.
Half a month later, Liu Jing touched the stove that she had finally made after several revisions.
This was a stove commonly used in rural areas in the 1990s. Because of frequent power outages, most rural people used this. Regardless of whether there was electricity or not, as long as the fire was lit, it would keep burning. What was used was charcoal instead of wood.
Coal is easy to find here and very cheap. For example, there is a coal mine on the mountain where they live. Liu Jing can just carry some up herself when she has nothing to do, because she is strong and can run fast.
And the last time I went there, it was enough for more than a month.
Qingyue picked up a piece of charcoal, threw it into the stove, and then closed the small stove door. Then the fire inside began to burn, and the flames were very big.
“This is magical!”
Qingyue squatted in front of the stove. He had never seen anything like this before. The stoves used by the people here also looked similar to this one, but they all required firewood and needed to be fanned from time to time. However, this one didn't need a fan. Once the stove door was closed, the fire would keep burning, as if there was wind blowing.
"This is a suction stove."
Liu Liang opened the pot and added mountain spring water into it. While she was busy, she also explained that although Qingyue could understand the principle at first sight, it would take some time.
"The principle of the suction stove is to use the principle that the density of fireworks becomes lighter after heating, and then rises to draw air, just like using a bellows."
Qingyue nodded, not knowing whether he understood or not, but probably, he didn't understand. Professional terms like density were only understood by people in Liu Liang's world.
With the new stove, Liu Liang cooked much faster. However, although she tried her best, the food she made still lacked flavor because she was missing some seasonings.
I'll just wait until she comes next time and bring some of them with her. I'll also bring some vegetable seeds and plant them on the mountain myself. That way, if I want to eat them, I can just pick some from the back of the mountain.
In the rest of her time, she practiced the Yangxi technique or held her high school textbook.
A month later, when she opened her eyes again, she was back in her room, still holding the book in her hands. The cover had become a little worn, as if the book had become old in just a glance, but no one knew that it was not a glance, nor a breath, but a month.
This book testifies whether she was in an absurd dream or a whimsical mental disorder.
Putting the book aside, Liu Liang stretched lazily. She had gained a lot in this month. She had almost finished reading the textbooks. It was also thanks to the different spiritual energy over there that made her memory very good. She had memorized the entire textbook.
And her breathing technique had also made great progress. Of course, because she carried coal manually every day, her strength and speed were also much greater.
Think about it, she is a skinny and weak girl, carrying a bamboo basket that is bigger than her body. How could the old man feel comfortable doing this?
Now she finally understood what it meant for disciples to do the hard work when there was trouble.
It turned out that when there was coal, the disciple carried it on his back, and when there was something, the disciple carried it. The old man didn't treat her as a woman at all. He treated her as a superman, no, not a human.
Liu Jing took the calendar and looked at the time. Tomorrow was Saturday, the weekend, so she went to buy some things and put them aside first to avoid the old man saying that she did not respect teachers and loved children, and scolding her for no reason.
How much she deserves to be scolded.
Taking out her wallet, Liu Jing counted it carefully. After several years of competitions in junior high school, plus the money Zhou Lanping gave her, her small treasury was becoming more and more sufficient, and she was almost financially independent.
Picking up her schoolbag, she told Zhou Lanping and went straight to the shopping mall. In fact, she didn't know what to buy.
I bought a lot of things, useful and useless, food, daily necessities and toys.
She also bought seeds and seasonings.
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