She counted her belongings, including two sets of rotten linen strips that she and her daughter exchanged, a set of clothes that Qingyan donated as a gift, a low-grade spiritual stone given by an old Taoist priest, and a bag of spiritual beads exchanged by Qingyan.
Other than that, there is nothing else.
Hu Qing poked the bag of spirit beads with his fingers. It was very hard. When he opened the mouth, there were stones like small Go pieces inside. They were red, yellow, green, and white. They looked like agate, with natural lines, making them into safety buckles.
It must be beautiful.
The Lingzhu alone is very beautiful, but when compared with the Lingshi, it is not enough.
The spiritual stone given by the old Taoist priest looked like fine jade. It was neatly arranged and a big piece in the palm of your hand. It had no impurities or variegated colors, and was light green with a warm oily sheen.
Hu Qing had a rough guess that this kind of spiritual stone was one level higher than the jade in the mortal world.
Although this bag of spiritual beads was obtained in exchange for five spiritual stones from Qingyan, in Hu Qing's case, the spiritual stone given by the old Taoist priest was much more precious.
This represents the old Taoist priest's great kindness without asking for anything in return.
Hu Qing has a keen eye for human relationships. She has been scorned by her scumbag father since she was a child, and the people closest to her love her and hate her. They are great when they are good, but they let her die when they are bad. She has no superpowers after the apocalypse.
After struggling for three years, I have seen through the human heart.
The old Taoist priest is the only person she has met in the three worlds so far who only does good things for her without expecting anything in return.
Of course, the old Taoist priest cultivates his heart and practices kindness, and he is just an ordinary one among his good deeds. But to himself, the old Taoist priest's good deeds are the light of supreme goodness that warms her cold heart.
Hu Qing held the spirit stone in both hands. First, he kept the money for himself for five years. The package was left untouched in the same place. Later, his daughter got a fairy fate. The old Taoist priest asked for the opportunity to accompany him. He knew that his life was approaching and he couldn't wait for her to come.
In return, he also gave her a spiritual stone that is a treasure for mortals.
If it weren't for the old Taoist priest, I might have been forced to separate from my daughter.
This kindness is so profound, the spiritual stone in my hand is heavy.
Qingyan also owed a favor, but they could afford it.
Hu Qing has a sharp eye. Qingyan's surprise when her daughter detected her spiritual root was thoughtful. She understood it as the kind of surprise that teachers who find good talents in colleges and universities can get bonuses. During the quiet conversation when they came here, Hu Qing
Qing Ye can also tell that people who cultivate immortals pay attention to being pure in heart and having few desires, and helping others is not their basic virtue.
Therefore, Qingyan has an agenda, whether it is for himself or for his sect. This is normal. The interaction between people is inherently motivated by their own agenda. As long as it is not harming his mother and daughter, it is indeed for his own sake.
They found a way to survive, and Hu Qing remembered his great kindness and would repay it in the future.
Hu Qing took the Lingzhu in his pocket, tilted his palm, and the Lingzhu clinked, making a crisp sound.
Hu chuckled. This was an investment. It seemed that his daughter's spiritual roots were very good. However, they were not good enough for Qingyan to think more about them.
She was a little worried in her heart, not knowing that the real world of cultivating immortals was different from what was written in those novels about cultivating immortals, and all the novels about cultivating immortals were saying one thing: cultivating immortals is cruel.
She couldn't wait to know the cruelty of cultivating immortals.
Start from the front.
She grabbed the spirit beads and put them on the table, counting them five by five to see the currency exchange rate.
When she counted one hundred, she probably guessed that one spirit stone should be exchanged for one thousand spirit beads. It can be seen that the spirit beads are not valuable and are only for mortals.
She continued to count to verify her guess. At the same time, the news from Qingyan had not yet come back. She did not know the result of her daughter's apprenticeship. She was a little uneasy. Counting the spirit beads would help calm her mind.
Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, five thousand.
There seemed to be some noise in the yard. Hu Qing's ears twitched and he came out of the yard and went behind the door.
"who?"
No response.
She frowned and looked out from the small gap between the two door panels. With her excellent eyesight, she saw a flying one at a height of people in front of the door - a paper crane?
The paper crane's small beak pecked at the door panel.
Suddenly, Qingyan opened the barrier of the yard, and it couldn't fly in and could only peck at the door.
There is news!
Hu Qing opened the door excitedly, and the paper crane flew in and landed on her hand. Qingyan's voice came from inside: "Ms. Hu, Xiao Nuan has successfully become a direct disciple of Master Qiao Yu. Don't worry. Wait for Xiao Nuan to rest.
Just go see you."
After the sentence was passed, the paper crane, which had completed its mission, spontaneously burned into ashes, which was shocking.
Hu Qing was overjoyed. His daughter passed the interview, and from now on she would become a member of the sect, with food, housing and education included. She was far more promising than following a mere mortal like herself.
Immediately, her face darkened, "Qingyan, a straight man, please explain clearly how you take the vacation and when will she come back next time?"
My heart skipped a beat as I put it down and brought it up again, Qiao Yu, the real person? Qiao Yu? Male or female? Alas, this young man Qingyan lacks pre-job training. I miss my assistant.
Hu Qing entered the house and put the spirit beads back into his bag. After thinking about it, he grabbed twenty of them and put them in his waist pocket. Oh, by the way, Bigu Pill is still here with him.
After pouring it out and counting, in addition to what the two of them had eaten on the way, there were eighty-seven pills in the bottle. One pill lasted for ten days, which was eight hundred and seventy days.
Hu Qing touched her belly. She found that she did not feel hungry after taking the Bigu Pill and her body was normal. But for her, she always felt empty in her belly and panicked. It was the same as the feeling of starving in the apocalypse. Her mouth
Her stomach needs food.
Put the bottle carefully and place it in the closest place to make sure it is not accessible to thieves. This is a large amount of food expenses. When there is no income, every penny saved is worth a penny.
She hid the bag containing the spirit beads behind the bed board. The three rooms were fully furnished and there was not much room to hide things. After thinking about it, she took it out and hid it behind the bookshelf in the west study. Too many people like to hide under the bed.
Things, let’s change places.
When she came out and locked the door, she thought of the barrier Qing Yan mentioned and touched the house number on her waist. She especially wanted to find someone to try to see if she would be able to break in even if she broke into the door and climbed over the wall.
I looked at the neighbors' houses on the left and right, and it was so quiet that I didn't know if anyone was living there. I looked away slightly, and there was a creaking sound, and a person came out, and then their eyes met.
She was a woman who looked about forty, dressed like a rich lady. She looked at Hu Qing, and Hu Qing clearly saw two words in her eyes: poor and sour.
Well, it’s better to be naked than someone with a head full of jewels and emeralds, but do you think she is a country bumpkin? Gold, silver and jewelery are not valuable here at all.
Hu Qing had a cold face and didn't look at her again, missing the woman's surprise and jealousy when her eyes fell on her clothes.
Qing Yan is the direct disciple of the Inner Sect Master, so the things assigned to him by the sect are naturally the best among his peers.
These mortals who live in the city all year round have developed a pair of sharp eyes, and they can barely distinguish the good from the bad of things used by immortals.
What is the identity of this bumpkin who just came here? How can he afford such nice clothes with his hair like a chicken coop? What is his origin?
The woman thought about it while carrying the vegetable basket and heading in one direction.
Hu Qing glanced at her vegetable basket, which was empty. After thinking for a moment, she waited for the woman to turn into another street, and then slowly followed her.
I have developed a skill in the last three years, one of which is long-distance tracking. It is not difficult to track this woman, just follow the strong smell of osmanthus oil in the air.
