After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 207 Awakening
Half a year seems to have passed too quickly, Yan Qin's hair has only grown a little, and half of the persimmon trees in the yard are still green and half are turning yellow.

Song Jingmo looked at the persimmon tree in a daze, not caring whether the falling rain would wet his hair or his clothes.

It doesn't rain often in Fengling Continent, and when the wind, rain, clear snow and snow become regular, the rules of this world will be almost complete.

Heaven's recuperation period has passed.

"The persimmons are not yet ripe. If you really want to eat them, you can pick a few and bury them with millet. You can eat them after a while." Yan Qin just opened the door and came out. Seeing Song Jingmo staring at the persimmon tree, he said with a smile .

"The persimmons that are ripe on the tree are sweeter, let them hang on the branches." Song Jingmo shook his head, his eyes fell lightly on the medicinal plants bathed in the rain.

Of course, the aura rain is more conducive to the growth of herbs, and the rain that contains the power of subtle rules is also very beneficial to plants.

Thinking of this, Song Jingmo unceremoniously took the clean bottle to collect the rainwater.

Left and right are going back to the wasteland, just in time to start preparing special products from the Fengling Continent for the whole family in the wasteland.

It has to be said that human intelligence is indeed outstanding, and they are very good at making tools.

Song Jingmo mentally went over the food he had experienced and tasted in the past six months, and quickly finalized the list of special products to bring back to the wasteland.

Rainwater can only be regarded as one of the small gifts, and other things need to be considered.

"Ayan will be sixteen tomorrow." Song Jingmo temporarily put aside the matter of the gift, and turned his head to look at Yan Qin who was standing with him watching the rain.

Yan Qin hasn't undergone any radical changes in the past six months, she herself is extremely good.

After taking Xisui Pill and medicinal bath to wash tendons and cut marrow, there is not much change in appearance, but the skin is fairer, the hair is black and shiny, and the eyes are like a clear spring when they look at a certain place quietly. Breathe clean.

Because he often dealt with medicinal materials, and would open a furnace to make alchemy from time to time, Yan Qin had a faint medicinal fragrance on his body, as if he had been pickled.

The scent of the medicine is slightly bitter, but it can also refresh you.

"These days, Ah Yan has refined a lot of elixirs?" Song Jingmo smelled the types of elixirs from the fragrance of the medicine.

The lord of Windless City selects the top and bottom officials who govern Windless City by way of assessment. Although the positions of officials are vacant, the power is actually delegated.

The content of the assessment is divided into two aspects, one is the literary test, and the other is the martial arts competition.

The theoretical knowledge of the essay test is to screen out talents who have real talents, practical knowledge, ideas and courage to do something. There is no restriction on identity, and ordinary people can also sign up for the assessment.

Martial arts competitions are mainly for martial masters to participate, and there are also good spiritual masters who sign up. Those who pass the martial arts test will be arranged to serve in the city defense of Windless City after a period of training.

Whether it is a high-ranking official or a small official, they are an indispensable part of governing a city well.

There is no advantage for ordinary people to participate in martial arts competitions. Taking part in literary examinations is a good way to invest in a small amount of money. Every time there is an assessment, the demand for Qingshen Pill and Qingshen medicine will increase sharply.

There is a consensus among the majority of candidates on the matter of cramming temporarily. It doesn't matter whether it is temporary or not. The important thing is to have this heart, not just show it off.

Yan Qin pursed his lips and smiled, but did not speak.

The City Lord's Mansion of Wufeng City will buy Qingshen Pills on weekdays. As the assessment time is approaching, those who have applied for the examination will increase the price of Qingshen Pills. Some alchemists who are not high enough will buy them during this period. Concentrate on refining the Qingshen Pill to make a small fortune.

For Yan Qin, refining the Qingshen Pill is not difficult. As long as the medicinal materials are prepared and the spiritual power is supplied, hundreds of pills can be refined at one time.

During this period of time, he was refining the Qingshen Pill, and his body was soaked with the medicinal fragrance of the Qingshen Pill.

Slightly bitter, with a touch of coolness, a bit like the fragrance of pine leaves mixed with mint after rain.

"What do you think about tomorrow's birthday?" Song Jingmo changed the subject.

Yan Qin didn't have any idea about living a bad life, it's okay to live, but it's okay, so she shook her head.

Song Jingmo stared at Yan Qin for a long while, until Yan Qin thought he was disheveled before looking away.

"Okay, I see, take a good rest tonight."

"Okay." Yan Qin is also used to accepting what Song Jingmo prepared for her, which doesn't mean she can't take care of her daily life.

Early the next morning, raindrops formed curtains under the eaves, and the air was cool.

Yan Qin put on new clothes, and followed the scent of osmanthus into the small kitchen.

"Osmanthus glutinous rice cake, try one." Song Jing did not raise his eyes, and precisely handed the small plate with a piece of osmanthus glutinous rice cake to Yan Qin.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qin took the plate, picked up the glutinous rice cake and took a bite, the sweet scent of osmanthus filled his lips and teeth, with the fragrance of new rice.

Song Jingmo lowered the long noodles into the pot, subconsciously rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, then raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Longevity noodles! After eating the longevity noodles, everything will go smoothly in the future, Chang'an is safe."

There is only one noodle in a bowl of noodles, and a fried egg lies inside.

No other side dishes were added, the seasoning was simple, but the aroma was strong. Yan Qin's eyes turned red unconsciously when he saw the bowl of longevity noodles being served in front of him.

Something seemed to flash in my mind. The white-haired old man got up early in the morning to pick fresh green vegetables with dew in the vegetable garden. He boiled the water, rolled the noodles, cooked the noodles and seasoned them, and put the noodles and side dishes into a thick porcelain bowl. middle.

Noodles, fried eggs, vegetables, the aroma of the mixture of the three can wake up a sleeping child.

"Grandma, there are eggs in today's noodles!"

"Today is Yanyan's birthday, eat longevity noodles."

"I'm a child, longevity noodles should be eaten by the elderly."

"Longevity noodles are eaten by the elderly for longevity, and children are safe and sound after eating them."

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Yan Qin ate the noodles slowly, and his memory came back little by little.

Song Jingmo didn't notice any abnormalities, but thought that Yan Qin's eyes were blinded by the heat of the noodles, so he ordered a portion of plain noodles and started eating.

Yesterday, she invited spirit stones with ice-attribute spiritual power to make a small freezer for her. The cakes were made at night and put in the freezer to refrigerate. The freezer was placed in a small wind gust to prevent the ice from melting.

There are other arrangements during the day, and the cake will be eaten at night.

Here at Song Jingmo, the birthday must either not be celebrated, or it must be celebrated with a sense of ritual.

For a person like her, the birthday cake is the biggest symbol of birthday, not to say that she is one year older.

Eating cakes, receiving gifts, accepting blessings, and being happy should be the whole content of the birthday.

Song Jingmo didn't make too many preparations, he just prepared everything that should be prepared as much as possible.

"Little Whale, thank you for your hard work." Yan Qin said softly after eating the noodles.

"It's not hard, what's so hard about it."

"Look, the rain will stop soon, let's go out first." Song Jingmo didn't realize that something was wrong, and when he pulled Yan Qin to stand under the eaves, Song Jingmo suddenly remembered Yan Qin's tone just now.

That didn't look like Yan Qin, but more like Shen Qingyan.

The rain just stopped at this time.

The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

"Look! Rainbow!" Song Jingmo had known that there would be a rainbow, but Song Jingmo was still amazed by the rainbow.

Familiar with the principle of the appearance of the rainbow, as long as you think about it, you can artificially create a rainbow.

But that kind of rainbow is not as good as the rainbow that appears when the sun shines after the rain.

The air is moist and seems to be soaked in the aroma of grass and earth.

The sun is warm, not hot, and it even feels soft and fluffy when it falls on the skin.

Yan Qin looked at the rainbow in the sky with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"It's so beautiful." She seemed to have not seen such a rainbow for a long time.

In fact, she didn't even pay attention to the scenery around her for a long time.

The memory still stays in the time when the continent was split apart and the catastrophe came.

The memories of that time were too heavy, like dark clouds pressing down on her heart, making her breathless, and she had to force herself to make decisions more rationally and soberly.

The human race does not lack a Shen Qingyan.

But there is a lack of a spiritual leader who can persevere from beginning to end and plan for the human race wholeheartedly.

No one is more suitable than Shen Qingyan.

This was also Shen Qingyan's own choice.

"It seems that the day when the wasteland revived, it was just as beautiful."

The beauty exuding vitality is not lifeless, but full of hope and radiance.

"Ah Yan, those are all in the past."

"Now is a brand new era, and you also have a brand new future." Song Jingmo didn't expect that Yan Qin would suddenly regain her memory as Shen Qingyan, but she reacted quickly.

"Yeah, such a future is clear."

"It is also possible to see the end at a glance, but it makes people feel that it is worth looking forward to."

Practice and break through step by step, relying on alchemy to earn spirit stones and cultivation resources, until breaking through the Nascent Soul stage, arriving at the barren land of the transfer plane through the world passage, and then choose to stay in the barren area or go to a higher world.

Life is in your own hands, and you will not feel uneasy or confused.

Shen Qingyan is completely able to take one step at a time, do the current thing well, and then slowly think about what to do next.

Song Jingmo also laughed.

They are not the same kind of people, but just right, they can chat together.

"When I was eating noodles just now, I remembered something from my childhood." Shen Qingyan said slowly.

"When I was young, the elders in my family would make me a special bowl of longevity noodles."

"At that time, the family conditions were not good, and the noodles were just noodles. Because it was a birthday, I put an extra fried egg."

"The aroma of fried eggs is soaked in the noodle soup and dyed on the noodles. A bowl of ordinary plain noodles also has a strong aroma."

"I haven't eaten noodles like that for many, many years."

Song Jingmo had never heard Shen Qingyan mention his life in the original world, and at first hearing it was different from what he had imagined.

"Do you think it's a little weird?"

"Not at all."

Shen Qingyan's eyes scanned the courtyard inch by inch, as if he wanted to look at every grass, every flower, every leaf on every tree.

"That was a long, long time ago."

I know I can't go back, so I deliberately don't think about it. Gradually, it's like forgetting.

Unexpectedly, it was this memory that came to mind first.

"What's going on at home?" Song Jingmo himself had no worries, and he didn't have much nostalgia for the original world.

If Shen Qingyan wanted to go back and have a look, he could think of a way.

"Before I grew up, the elders who raised me passed away, and then no one cooked longevity noodles for me."

It's not that no one remembers her birthday, and it's not that no one celebrates her birthday. It's just that there are many, many things that can replace longevity noodles, and young people have always disliked those.

Blessings, gifts, flowers, delicacies, and excitement can bury a person completely, but they can never fill the gap.

That piece can only be filled by that simple bowl of longevity noodles.

"I never asked, Qingyan, do you want to go back?"

Now the height of the plane of Fengling Continent is similar to the height of the original world, and it only needs to use some special means to determine the spatial coordinates of the original world.

Talking about going back is not empty talk, but practical.

Shen Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and didn't say he wanted to, nor did he say that he didn't want to.

At this time, tens of thousands of years have passed, what about in the original world?How much time has passed?

If ten thousand years have passed, has the tomb of the elders of the past merged with the hillside where she was buried?Is there no trace of the old house that once lived in?

There are also people I have known, it may be difficult to find relevant records in history books.

Shen Qingyan dared not think about it.

At the very beginning, she would occasionally think about it, too much time has passed...

"As long as you want to go back, space and time are not a problem." Song Jingmo thought of his brothers and sisters who shuttled freely between planes, and said quite optimistically.

"I'll think about it again." Shen Qingyan still didn't make a decision.

Even if she had a choice now, she still had to wait for a long time.

It is impossible to travel between planes if the body is too fragile, it is extremely important to improve the cultivation base and temper the body.

Ye Zi arrived with a gift and said a lot of blessings, Shen Qingyan was still a little uncomfortable when he accepted the gift.

The three of them went for a stroll outside, bought some special snacks, and ordered a table in the restaurant to go home. The three of them had no other entertainment and pastimes, so they hung out in the yard. Planted herbs.

Each chooses several kinds of medicinal materials to be processed on-site to make potions, medicinal powders or elixir, and then see whose finished product is more interesting.

Song Jingmo looked at Shen Qingyan, the new shell contained the spirit of an old alchemy master, and then looked at himself, a senior pharmacist and an alchemist, only Ye Zi was just an apprentice pharmacist.

Such a competition seems unfair.

Ye Zi didn't care about these gaps, but tried her best to configure her newly learned potion, and the finished body quenching liquid was quite satisfactory, reaching the passing line.

Shen Qingyan refined qi invigorating pills, one is worth three, while Song Jingmo refined beauty potions, which are more popular among women.

In the evening, Ye Zi returned to her residence with the potion and pills in her arms.

When it was dark, Song Jingmo pressed Shen Qingyan on the chair, took out the cake in the freezer hidden by the concealment formation, lit the candles, and sang the happy birthday song softly.

The singing awakened distant memories, and Shen Qingyan made a wish, blew out the candles, cut the cake, and ate the cake.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was like water, and Shen Qingyan stood by the window looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, and couldn't help but wonder if one of them was her hometown.

The cool night wind blew by, and a bouquet of white flowers fell in front of Shen Qingyan's window.

"Happy birthday." The male voice was clear and clear, just like back then.

Shen Qingyan received the flowers with one hand, and closed the window with the other, keeping the moonlight out of the window, leaning against the window, her cheeks pink.

(End of this chapter)