After that, Jiang Sibai began to try his best to get some delicious food for Goddess Jianhui in this valley.
At the beginning, Zhu Ling still followed blindly to eat and drink, but Shen Hui wanted to help but didn't know how to start.
But as the days passed, they gradually gained a certain understanding of how to cook various delicacies, and they were able to start making some things by themselves.
Jiang Sibai didn't expect that he originally wanted Han Qianjin to be his fire cook, but Han Qianjin couldn't rely on him outside the valley, so he had Zhu Ling as his fire girl first.
It must be said that Zhu Ling is very talented in warming the fire.
You can always stew the soup until it's crispy, and you can roast the roasted food until it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Unknowingly, after a few months passed, Qiuniang became a frequent visitor to this valley again.
She always followed Taoist Mo Shang here and ate and drank.
It is indeed easy to eliminate a child's sense of strangeness. If one meal is not good enough, then have two meals. If two meals are not enough, then her stomach will completely change into the shape of her senior brother.
Anyway, although now it seems that because I am getting older, I have learned the name of someone in this sect and am only willing to call Jiang Sibai his senior brother, but the intimacy is back.
Especially when Jiang Sibai unexpectedly discovered that the talisman basin he had forgotten to return could also send messages to the outside world, the communication between the brother and sister became more frequent.
This even made Jiang Sibai want to think about the principle and think of any good ways to make this kind of communication more real-time and convenient.
Qiuniang also became the first junior disciple to go crazy playing in the valley, because Jiang Sibai had developed all the fun things in the valley for her.
This makes people wonder, if Qiuniang makes a mistake and is punished to the valley in the future, will there be any punishment effect?
Anyway, now she is being taken care of by her grandfather, pampered by her senior brother, and taken care of by grandma Jianhui and elder sister Zhu Ling to eat, drink and have fun.
This kind of life lasted for more than seven months, until Goddess Hui seemed to have sprained her ankle while climbing a mountain, but she still didn't get better.
Jiang Sibai hurriedly checked her, only to find that the bones in Jianhui's ankle had been broken, and some of the muscles were almost necrotic.
It was just an injury that could not be taken seriously, or even an injury that a cultivator should not suffer at all, but it made everyone look stern, and they had a premonition of the arrival of that moment.
Jianhui looked sadly at her feet that could no longer walk and could only sit cross-legged on the ground.
But after sitting for a long time, her tailbone hurt badly. Even if hay was laid out for her to lie down, she still felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Xiaobai, Xiaoling, I'm afraid I won't survive."
Eventually she resigned herself to her fate.
Then he looked at Zhu Ling and Jiang Sibai and cried bitterly: "I have the teachings of my master. If I had known this, I would have prepared for the Emergence Ceremony a year ago. Now I don't even have the strength to sit up, and my soul seems to be everywhere." It’s a sieve of loopholes, all the cultivation of Three Flowers Gathering is wasted!”
Jiang Sibai's expression was touched after hearing this, and he said, "Uncle, you don't have to be like this. You have already paid a lot for Luo Yun. No one can ask you to do anything more."
Sister Jianhui cried and said: "But I want to leave something more for Luo Yun, otherwise I will not rest in peace even if I die."
Jiang Sibai didn't know what to do about this, while Zhu Ling, who was even more confused than him, cowered and said, "What should we do? We have to do something, right?"
Since her sword was broken, her spirit has also been completely broken.
At least in front of Jiang Sibai, she completely lost her opinion. Perhaps in her heart, it was natural for her to obey the strong.
Jiang Sibai paced back and forth, and finally suddenly thought of it and ran quickly to a dense forest somewhere in the valley.
There is no sunlight all year round in this valley, and many strange plants grow under the erosion of the spiritual tide.
The forest that Jiang Sibai is going to now is very strange. These unknown large trees only grow two or three inches every year, but there are towering trees everywhere here, which shows how ancient this forest is.
In an accident, Jiang Sibai discovered that this big tree would secrete some very viscous milky white sap from time to time, emitting a peculiar fragrance, constantly attracting insects in the forest to stay.
When insects stop and try to collect these sap, they will be stuck by the sticky sap and stick to the trunk, and then quickly decompose and become nutrients for these big trees.
The disciples in the valley regarded this kind of tree as something ominous, and most of them avoided it.
Jiang Sibai had some interesting ideas about this tree sap.
He began to collect the sap.
Scratch some tree trunks to allow the sap to drain, and then accumulate it in containers.
"What do you want these things for?" Zhu Ling glanced at Jiang Sibai timidly.
Seeing that he didn't speak, or rather didn't wait for him to speak, she quickly found another tree and did the same.
Jiang Sibai glanced at Zhu Ling speechlessly. How come this senior sister has always acted like a frustrated little daughter-in-law ever since she was defeated by him?
But since she was willing to help, it was a good thing, so he asked Zhu Ling to collect more.
After three days of this, the two finally collected enough sap.
Jiang Sibai also used the sap very simply, throwing it directly into the medicinal spirit cauldron for universal refining.
During this period of time, he had made various simulations in the nightmare and finally settled on a quite suitable plan.
Strangely enough, although the current gloomy nightmare seems to him to be a severely distorted, low-pixel world, many of his experiments in it are often successful.
It is still much easier to use than his spiritual exploration in reality.
Could his vicious nightmare still reveal the reality of the world?
Jiang Sibai was completely confused about this, but it worked anyway.
He refined the sap and finally made it into a ten centimeter thick, two meters long and wide... latex mattress!
Jiang Sibai felt that he was so miraculous that he could even refine latex mattresses, allowing the world to enter the industrialized era in advance.
This latex mattress is very comfortable and can support a person's weight well without causing too much pressure on the body.
Therefore, when Jiang Sibai placed the old lady Jianhui on the latex mattress, the old woman who had been suffering from bedsores for two days finally had a good night's sleep.
However, what Jiang Sibai didn't expect was that she never woke up after falling asleep.
Jianhui Shengu didn't have time to say her last words. When she left, she looked like a mortal who had died. She passed away in her sleep with a smile on her face.
Jiang Sibai looked at the relaxed face of Goddess Jian Hui and felt relieved.
"Senior sister, you can see that she left with a smile on her face. Our work has not been in vain these three days."
Zhu Ling looked at Jiang Sibai blankly, as if she wanted to imprint the tenderness he quietly showed at this moment into her heart.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Sibai asked uneasily.
Zhu Ling shook his head and smiled brightly: "It's nothing, I just seem to understand a little bit."
With this smile, it was obvious that she was deliberately imitating someone's tenderness.
Jiang Sibai nodded and said nothing. After all, other people's perceptions belong to others.
And he was melancholy thinking, what kind of sweet dream did Goddess Jianhui have before she died?
After this episode, there should be less of Zhu Ling’s plot. In fact, I just wanted to write a plot that uses gentleness to change people, but why so many people can’t stand it.
At that time, I was thinking, if the gender of the master and the apprentice were both male, would these things not happen?
After all, if they are female, are you worried about what will happen to them and the protagonist, so you react so strongly?
Also, let’s talk about the Madonna I wrote about… I have this character in reality. I don’t dare to call myself the Madonna. At best, I have a more peaceful personality and am willing to be kind to others.
The Holy Mother has become a derogatory term at some point, which is really sad.
Many people use the terms Holy Mother and Holy Mother Bitch interchangeably. They don't know the difference and are still complacent, which is even more sad.
I can say very frankly that I just want to write about a gentle and kind person, hoping to leave something bright in this world where etiquette and music have collapsed, so that everyone does not see only chaos and turbidity.
Even if my writing skills are not good enough and I can't write well, I will stick to it. After all, I have been writing like this since 2009. I have been writing step by step from a small author who entertained myself to the present, and I will continue to do so. Go down.
(End of chapter)
