Although Xuan Yao was slightly injured than Hu Qian, he was at the cost of burning his origin, so his recovery was much slower than Hu Qian's.
After all, this is a place with abundant spiritual energy. He has to absorb the spiritual energy and transform it to replenish himself. There is no other member of the same race who can help him, so he can only do it bit by bit.
Hu Qing wanted Demon Emperor Ling to help him, but Demon Emperor Ling disagreed, saying that there was no need to use it because of Xuan Yao's injury.
Hu Qing wanted to take a nap, but no one in the group was willing. Hu Nuan even put away the small bed and put out an oversized bed, which was all carved with patterns. It was a high bed with soft sleepers, and the whole family could lie on it and roll around.
"Where did it come from? Do you think your extravagant behavior looks like a cultivator?" Hu Qing looked at the colorful jade mosaic inlaid on the bed rail and scolded him bitterly.
Are you a rich second generation? Your mother hasn’t started fighting yet.
Hu Nuan curled her lips and said, "Mom, don't make such a fuss. The cold jade carved bed used by Uncle Shuanghua is bigger than this one, and the large shark yarn bed used by Leng Ruo is also bigger than this one. The hundred flower bed she gave me is also bigger than this one." This is good. I am already very low-key."
Hu Qing said: "You also brought the bed?"
Hu Nuan: "No. It's the bed used by Chaohua Zong. The Jurchen beds of Chaohua Zong are more beautiful than the other. You've never seen them before."
Hu Qingmo, she really has never seen it before. Why is she looking at someone else's bed in such a good way?
However, do people actually use daily necessities of such quality and grade? ——Before this, she was still complacent about having a big house and a big villa. What the hell, I just realized now that my big house and villa, in the eyes of a truly wealthy person, is a poor man's configuration.
sigh.
As soon as the word "poverty" touches one's body, one has to fight hard with one's life.
Several people were holding quilts and pestering her to tell her about the battle with Baili Jiang. Xuan Yao was weak, so everyone squeezed him in and separated him from the bed with quilts. It was pitiful.
"Don't you know how to backtrack? Have you all seen it?"
Hu Huahua said: "I can only see some pictures, not all of them, and there is no sound, which is not interesting."
Hu Qing said: "I'm hungry."
Snap, snap, snap, the carp jumped up, and no one shied away from cooking for her.
Hu Qing was very pleased and pulled Hu Caicai: "You stay here."
He raised his leg to touch Xuan Yao, who was struggling to get up: "An Sheng, your cooking skills are not that good."
Xuan Yao then lay down quietly.
Finally, Hu Qing enjoyed the blessing of having children.
She lay on the soft quilt and just opened her mouth.
Eat with one mouth, speak with another mouth. Several good sons, daughters, and nephews were considerate of her injuries and fed her all kinds of good ingredients, but they were also inconsiderate and asked her to explain everything carefully, whether it was the battle with Baili Jiang or the situation in the secret realm, even the people in the devil's cave. Let her explain clearly all the monsters.
Hu Qing was asked such a question that he felt dizzy, irritated, and blood-deficient: "These are questions for Xuan Yao."
Xuan Yao immediately recalled the pain of being asked this and that: "I have already explained everything. If you ask me again, I can't figure it out."
Hu Qing was surprised: "You can go in and see for yourself."
Everyone chirped: "You can't get in anywhere. With that slash of yours, even the door outside was split open. Master said you can't get in until it's repaired."
Hu Qing was stunned: "Can my slash hit the outside? Am I so powerful?"
Several people pressed against her: "Mom, that's a great move, teach us."
Hu Zhuzhu also wanted to learn: "Auntie, my good aunt."
Hu Qing looked at the older young man Hu Zhuzhu with mixed emotions: "Zhuzhu, when you grow up, you finally know how to be sweet-tongued?"
It's too late, you are not as cute as you were when you were a child.
As for the trick of making gods and ghosts cry, they can't learn it.
"You guys are demons, and you can't practice demonic cultivation techniques. Xuan Yao can."
Hu Nuan raised his hand: "I can do that too."
"You are so stupid!" Hu Qing's eyes widened, "You are a good person. Why would you learn a technique that is not good if you have better and more suitable techniques?"
"But you-"
"I have no choice. Baili Jiang is so powerful that even ten thousand of me can't be her opponent. I have no choice but to risk my life and borrow the power of the secret realm to deal with her." Hu Qing said helplessly, "If it weren't for In the Demon Cave, I have no spiritual power to supplement except the Demonic Qi. If I were outside, I would not risk my life to touch the Demonic Power."
Therefore, it is forced by the general environment.
If it hadn't been for this, even if she only had to come out of the Demon Cave, she wouldn't have used the Cry of Gods and Ghosts, but would have extracted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the five spiritual fires. Maybe, she could really be kept.
She said to Hu Nuan: "You are not suitable for cultivating demons, so why not practice Buddhism instead. Didn't the masters teach you a lot?"
Hu Nuan hummed, then you still make a mess for me and asked her: "What if I encounter such a situation?"
Ah, Hu Qing remembered: "Yes, I will teach you the technique of converting spiritual energy and demonic energy."
Xuan Yao said: "You don't want to learn from me, for fear that I will teach you wrongly."
A few people looked at him, nonsense, you are just a rookie.
As a result, after learning it, I found that Huhuahua, Huzhuzhu, and Hucaicai couldn't be used, so I learned it from Hu Nuan.
"Yes, you have your own inheritance, so practice your own skills."
Hu Huahua nodded and said, "Yes, we demon clan should have our own secret methods for converting spiritual power, and we may wake up one day."
Hu Qingwei is truly envious. His education system is engraved in his blood. As long as he is alive, the inheritance will not be interrupted.
She said: "Don't always accompany me. Those who should practice must practice. That woman Bailijiang will definitely not let Canjianshan go. In the future, you must be extremely careful when you go out. In the final analysis, you are responsible for yourself. The more powerful, the better.”
So, what happened after falling in love with his junior brother and imprisoning his master? Did anything happen before being locked up and sealed?
Thinking of this, I scratched my head and punched the quilt with my fist. Damn Yun Zhong, is that a story? That's not even as good as an outline.
Her children and nephews looked at her gnashing her teeth in wonder, thinking that she hated Baili Jiang so much that they all expressed that they would kill Baili Jiang to wash away the shame she suffered.
Hu Qing's heart is so blocked.
She's such a shame!
The rest of the recovery consisted of eating and sleeping. Fortunately, Tang Er was kind-hearted and the medicinal diet he prescribed for her tasted good. The little ones used his own hands to cook every meal and feed it to her mouth with their own hands, which moved Hu Qing so much. It doesn't work, it makes other masters very angry.
"If you were a teacher, would you be able to do this?"
The apprentices were puzzled: "Why can't you do such a small thing? Master, think big, if you are killed by Baili Jiang, I will sacrifice her head."
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Well, the little bit of excitement I had originally disappeared without a trace. Don't dare ask for filial piety or anything like that, just live a good life as a teacher.
Hu Qing, who had been recuperating like a confinement, was finally healed, and she couldn't wait to go to her fire room. After lying down for less than half a year, all the muscles in my body were shrunken into knots, and I was in urgent need of stretching myself with iron.
In the valley, outside the fire room, a dead magic dragon and a dead magic eagle came into view, and there were a bunch of other magic beasts around them.
Jin Xin proudly put one hand on his waist and waved out the other, scolding Fang Qiu: "Auntie, we got this for you, you can use it as you wish."
(End of chapter)
