The mother-in-law released a white paper crane, and its wings fluttered in the air. Hu Qing, who had already seen Qingyan paper cranes delivering messages, did not show much surprise.
The corners of the mother-in-law's lips were slightly lowered: "From now on, if you come here at this time, the paper crane will take you to where you should go. Don't run around." She smiled sinisterly: "Chaos.
You will die if you run away. This is not the realm of mortals, and there is no government to support you."
Hu Qing smiled good-naturedly: "Thanks for the reminder."
Don't get angry with irrelevant people. This is a valuable lesson she learned in the last days.
The woman snorted, turned and left.
Hu Qing looked at it, smiling slightly on her face but frowning in her heart. She couldn't guess the age of a cultivator based on common sense, but the woman's eyes were cloudy and she always felt that she didn't have the immortality of a cultivator.
She shook her head and followed the paper crane on the path to Bi Liantian.
She still doesn't understand the world of cultivation now. If she sees such a person in the future, she will be able to tell at a glance that this is a sign that he has failed to advance in cultivation and is about to reach the end of his life.
Cultivators are also divided into three, six or nine levels, and the most fundamental difference is the difference in spiritual roots. There are those with excellent spiritual roots like Hu Nuan who are valued by the sect, and there are those with mixed spiritual roots that are not accepted by the sect and have a difficult time cultivating. Ordinary ones are always better than ordinary ones.
Much more excellent.
This mother-in-law has a low spiritual foundation and it is difficult to improve, otherwise she would not get a job looking for the back door in a place like this. Now that the deadline is approaching, she is worried and panicked. She does not dare to vent to others, but she dares to glare at a mortal.
Mortals, you ants, originally thought that this new flower delivery boy would be able to teach her a lesson by disrespecting her, but this ugly woman turned out to be very stupid. Forget it, her precious time
Why waste it on a mere mortal woman? Why not go into seclusion as soon as possible. It is impossible to say that one enlightenment can extend your life for hundreds of years.
Hu Qing followed Zhihe, not knowing that she had escaped. She was cautious all the way and secretly memorized the route. She felt that the surroundings were as quiet as night. It was not surprising when she thought about where this place was. Finally, Zhihe stopped in a vast expanse of water.
On the side, there is a tower standing among the green lotus leaves.
Hu Qing's face was confused. The water looked like a wild lake in the distance, but the water he followed Mr. Hua to see yesterday was not here. How big is Nonghua Pavilion?
The paper crane was frozen in the air. Hu Qing didn't have time to think too much when he saw two pots of nine-grade plum blossoms on the left and right in front of the wooden building by the water that was closed during the day.
Holding it on my waist, the paper crane has already flown towards the original path.
Hu Qing left the Nonghua Pavilion and placed two pots of ninth-grade plum blossoms in the vacant space. After thinking about it, it seemed that cultivators hated being disturbed when they were practicing. Boss Zuohua explained it to her and she left work quickly.
After walking a hundred meters, she paused, looked at the other road going forward next to her, and temporarily changed her direction. She counted her steps to estimate the time, and it took her more than half an hour to walk around Nonghua Pavilion.
I was secretly shocked, the inside was definitely bigger than it looked from the outside. Is it because of the magic formation, or is it a mysterious cave written in a novel about cultivating immortals?
Shaking his head, he still knew too little, and the people living around him were all mortals. Many people did not even dare to take a step across the boundary river. Who could he ask for information? I thought he would know more after a long time here.
Hu Qing returned home, and it was only noon when the woman next door happened to come out. When the woman saw her holding the green hairpin on her head, she snorted with her nostrils pointing to the sky.
Hu Qing entered his home unseen and was speechless. Inexplicably, he became the target of comparison with his neighbors.
She had heard some information from the gossips of the neighbors. Speaking of it, almost all the mortals here come here to provide for their retirement. In other words, they are all from the small tribe. Those who have no support behind them will not come here, but those who have support will not come here.
, the monks at home can feed them with just a little bit between their fingers.
Therefore, the biggest pastime of these people on weekdays is to talk and compare in a circle.
Every time I go out to take out the trash or go shopping, Hu Qing can hear the gossip along the way.
I personally heard this neighbor show off to others. Her son is a disciple of Chaohua Sect, and she came with her son. According to her, the man used to treat her and her son badly, and then her son was found to have spiritual roots.
Hit the man hard in the face.
This is one of her main points to show off. She uses extremely rich vocabulary to describe the man's regrets and cries, and she is proud that she dumped him.
Another point to show off is that my son is filial.
Therefore, Hu Qing really wondered where she could compare with him? He was just a newcomer.
Hu lighted the stove and cooked a handful of noodles.
The aroma spread to the next door, and the woman's eyes turned green, and she cursed her for being poor. She had no choice but to eat it too, but her cooking skills were really bad, and the little widow next door didn't know how to flatter her.
As for the filial son, well, she has no shortage of Bigu Pills, but can this thing be delicious?
Hu Qing is not aware of the resentment next door. Now she only eats one meal a day. I wonder if she has been trained by being hungry in the apocalypse. Eating only one meal does not affect her physical strength.
After packing up, I went out and continued to look for a job, hoping to find a part-time job with free time.
Returned empty-handed at dusk.
On the second day, there were more things going on at the flower boss’s place, because on this day many flowers and plants in Nonghua Pavilion had to be replaced, and there were quite a lot of them.
Hu Qing went over an hour later than yesterday and greeted Boss Hua. Boss Hua wanted to test her and deliberately kept silent. Fortunately, Hu Qing memorized yesterday's list firmly and searched for everything on the list, going back and forth in an orderly manner.
I changed the flowers several times.
This time when I went to Nonghua Pavilion, I didn't see the old woman. There was only a paper crane waiting for her behind the door.
Boss Hua was very satisfied with it: "From now on, you can do it according to the list. I'm busy practicing. Apart from taking care of flowers and plants, don't disturb me if you can do anything else."
Hu Qing respectfully expressed his understanding, and Boss Hua turned around and went in to practice again.
This is the daily life of a cultivator, very focused.
This Hu Qing finally had a serious livelihood and lived a regular life.
On the other hand, Master Qiao Yu looked a little exhausted.
He never knew it was so difficult to read.
He is a real person who can cut mountains and seas with a single strike, but he is reduced to holding a carving knife and carving large characters on wooden plaques one by one, teaching everything from numbers to names to daily words, word by word.
His apprentice's reaction was so cute. He tilted his head, opened his eyes wide, and suddenly realized: "So it looks like this!" or "It turns out that the character is x!".
every time.
every time!
He didn't understand, so he showed her the two characters in turn. How did she manage to pronounce them wrong every time and still pronounce them differently every time?
The key is, he is very sure that the apprentice is not playing tricks on him, she really can't remember it!
Open the skull, there must be a worm in the brain.
In fact, Hu Nuan can't be too blamed for this. Although she didn't go to elementary school and didn't learn to read, she had many opportunities to come into contact with words. In her impression, words were the horizontal and vertical simplified characters of Hu Qing's world.
, and the words here are all twists and turns in traditional Chinese characters.
Hu Nuan's little thought was: can words still look like this?
Such a strong shock and contrast, the fact that she didn't come back crying after only a few days of enrollment is because her mental quality has improved.
