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

Chapter 60 Retreat
The day I returned to Zongmen.

The senior sister in charge led a group of senior brothers and sisters to welcome her at the entrance.

Song Jingmo washed away his exhaustion and sat at the table in the dining hall. When he asked Nan Tao casually, he learned that the task Nan Tao had received had not been completed, and he would not come back for ten days and a half months.

The white porridge was boiled soft and thick, and it smelled rich in rice fragrance. The clear and thick aroma had the magic power to arouse the greedy worms deep in the body. Several senior brothers and sisters brought several large bowls to the table like presenting treasures, which were filled with radishes.

Song Jingmo looked at all kinds of radish products, and remembered the picture of his hard work on the first day he entered the sect.

Song Jingmo drank two big bowls of porridge with the spicy and crispy dried radish.

The others didn't seem to be hungry, they just watched her eat.

Chi Zhishu took the bowls and chopsticks to wash, and the other brothers and sisters all stared at her with the familiar eyes of Song Jingmo.

"what happened?"

"The radishes are finished..."

In the accusations of the brothers and sisters, Song Jingmo barely pieced together the daily life of this group of radish heads during the days when she was not in the sect.

White rice or white rice porridge, served with boiled vegetables and boiled in water, sometimes even forget to season, without salt.

Until the senior sister in charge noticed those bottles and cans.

After opening, the pungent fragrance attracts everyone's attention.

As the head of the sect, the senior sister was the first to taste it.

"Hmm... that's weird... try another one..."

"Hmm...it's still weird..." After the third mouthful and the fourth mouthful, all the carrot heads around stretched out their sinful claws.

It is true that some people are not used to this taste, and they like it after trying it a few times.

Because they all like it, and there is nothing else to eat, there is a glorious deed of all the senior sisters and brothers of the sect eating several jars of dried radish in a few days.

"There could be an extra jar, but Mr. Teng smelled it and came to take away a jar, saying that he wanted to have a side dish with wine."

Song Jingmo pursed his lips and understood what he was going to do.

"Let's go, pull the carrots."

The half-sized radish heads cheered, and a senior sister took Song Jingmo to the Lingtian where the vegetables were grown. The radishes had been pulled out and piled up neatly into a hill.

"Senior Sect Leader figured out that Junior Sister is coming back soon, so we pulled out the carrot first." Everyone laughed.

Song Jingmo also laughed, rolled up his sleeves and dealt with it directly.

Spiritual power is the best tool and weapon for spiritual practice, even in the face of piles of radishes.

After a while, the radish mountain turned into semi-finished products of various colors, those who went into the jar went into the jar, and those who made balls made balls.

It happened that there was a newly hunted mallard duck in the dining hall kitchen, so Song Jingmo used it to stew an old duck and radish soup.

It was early in the morning when she returned to the sect, and she was busy with work, which happened to be lunch time.

Rice was cooked in one big pot, and Song Jingmo played in the other big pot.

Thinking that this might be the last meal he cooked before retreating, Song Jingmo rummaged through the ingredients he could use from the small world of Wanshouzhu, and made a table full of dishes in a very short time.

Once again convinced that his brothers and sisters each had a bottomless pit-like stomach, Song Jingmo added a few more dishes.

After eating to his heart's content, rubbing his stomach and hiccupping without any image, Song Jingmo proposed that he wanted to retreat.

Yin Zhihua looked at the little junior sister who had just returned from the task. She calculated that there were some variables during this trip, but she couldn't figure out what happened specifically.

It must be good for junior sister to take the initiative to ask for retreat and practice.

Yin Zhihua, who wholeheartedly wanted her juniors and juniors to become talents, first nodded in agreement, and then praised them aloud.

It was only when she was about to be sent directly into the practice room that Yin Zhihua felt the gazes from her surroundings.

There was still an empty plate in front of him, and the smell of the food he had eaten hadn't dissipated.

The little junior sister who made these dishes said that she would retreat, and she immediately agreed, but now, a trace of regret is drilling out, trying to impress herself.

"How long is my junior sister planning to retreat this time?"

"I have gained something during the time of going out, and I plan to sort it out and try to make a breakthrough. The specific retreat time is still uncertain." Song Jingmo thought for a while and replied.

Feeling that the mood of the people around was a little bit low, Song Jingmo remembered something he planned to do before.

"Elder Sister, do you have the recipe for Bigu Pill?"

"Little Junior Sister wants to refine Bigu Pill?"

Song Jingmo nodded.

"I plan to study alchemy from Bigu Pill." Pharmaceuticals and alchemy have similarities, but also have incompatibility.

Song Jingmo didn't have the idea of ​​combining the two, but only planned to learn one more skill, which would come in handy when needed.

Yin Zhihua's eyes seemed to light up, and he took the hand of the little junior sister, and his smile widened a lot.

"Why don't I teach my junior sister how to make Bigu Pills."

"Thank you, Sister Sect Leader."

The two reached a united front, and the others could only go to the training ground to practice sadly.

After Song Jingmo's small success in alchemy and he was able to refine a qualified Bigu Pill, Yin Zhihua personally sent him into the training room in the center of the training ground.

The spiritual energy there is the strongest, and it can get twice the result with half the effort when you practice it.

She also stays in the training ground on weekdays, and if there is anything wrong with the little junior sister's cultivation, she will be able to find out immediately.

It was time to start the day-to-day routine of cooking vegetables with white rice and water, and all the disciples were doing their own training tasks with drooping faces.

The senior sister in charge quietly appeared, with a strong aura.

He cast his gaze over weakly, and quickly retracted it when he was about to meet his gaze.

Holding the pill bottle in his hand, Yin Zhihua walked around the training ground with a smile hidden in his eyes.

"How's the training going? Has anyone completed the training task?" Lingxiu's physique is not as good as Wuxiu's, which is the consensus outside.

The spiritual cultivator of the Qingling Sect was required to beat ordinary martial arts with bare hands.

Weakness is not a problem, the sect has elixir, and the elixir can pile up into mountains by consolidating the foundation, cultivating the source, strengthening the physique, opening up the meridians.

Poor talent is not a problem. Those who can enter the sect will not be mediocre. As long as they are willing to endure hardships and wash their marrow once, they will come twice, and they will always have good talent.

Resource sects have all of them, and whether one can become a talented spiritual cultivator does not depend on talent, physique, or background, but only depends on whether or not one works hard enough in cultivation.

Yin Zhihua has never spoiled her juniors and juniors, even if it is a cute and tender child who is as soft as a bun, she can be ruthless and ask the other party to complete the training tasks she has set.

Fortunately, no matter how unreasonable the task she set seems, the juniors and sisters will try their best to do it.

The selected Chi Zhishu stood in front of the senior sister in charge with a bitter face, mentally prepared to be beaten up.

Unexpectedly, the senior sister in charge didn't want to beat him, but handed him a bottle of elixir.

"Bigudan."

Chi Zhishu took it, and realized that besides boiled vegetables, he still had the option of Bigu Dan.

But he would rather choose boiled vegetables than eat Bigu Dan.

This is his last stubbornness.

(End of this chapter)