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

Chapter 78 Departure
The people in Beixuan Lingyuan did not regard themselves as guests, and learned to clean up the dishes and piled up the clean dishes. The dish cabinets are always carefully, for fear that if the other party is not paying attention, those dishes will be smashed to the ground.

Dean Zhao was half-drunk before being let back by Mr. Teng. Mr. Teng asked Dean Zhao to bring a message and asked him to send some braised pork.

Song Jingmo looked at the two plates of stewed meat left, put them in a food box and sent them to Mr. Teng.

Old Teng sat on the ground in front of a hut at the entrance of the spiritual realm, with a stone table in front of him, and two empty plates on the table.

"Little girl is good at cooking appetizers." Teng Lao poured wine from the wine gourd into the cup. The cup was very small. Teng held the cup and took a sip of the wine. He took a piece of stewed meat in his other hand and chewed for a while. Repeat the action of pouring wine, drinking and eating meat.

Song Jingmo didn't leave, but just stood there and watched.

When Teng Lao finished eating the two plates of stewed pork that he had just delivered, it was already sunset.

The sunset in the spiritual realm is beautiful, and after seeing it a few times, it feels normal.

I don't know when the wind blew up, and the wind was a little cool.

Old Teng put away the wine gourd and got up, not at all drunk.

"Little girl, it's been almost a year since you came to Qinglingzong."

Song Jingmo nodded.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it has been almost a year since she was reborn.

If a few more days pass, her 16th birthday will also be here.

In her previous life, when she was 16 years old, she was alone.

At the age of 16 in this life, she has many senior brothers and sisters, all of whom are very good-natured, even if she does not celebrate her birthday, she is happy every day.

Without Mr. Song by his side, Song Jingmo didn't care much about his birthday.

Not in the mood to celebrate either.

Old Teng seemed to have seen her thoughts, and raised his hand to touch Song Jingmo's head.

That hand was thin and warm, as if it could give people strength.

"It's almost your birthday, that guy Song Zheng must remember."

Song Jingmo's eyes widened when he heard the familiar name.

"There is a special method of contact between the big monster and the big monster. I came out of the barren land." Teng Lao smiled.

"Speaking of which, I have seen you since you were a baby."

Song Jingmo has no memory of when she was a milk baby, she only remembers that she was raised by Song Zheng.

"Your luck is related to many people. If you want Song Zheng to wake up earlier, you have to go out." Teng Lao raised his hand and pointed vaguely at the top of Song Jingmo's head. His eyes were far away, and Song Jingmo felt that he was revealing Seeing something that doesn't exist by yourself.

Song Jingmo opened her mouth, she wanted to ask something, but when she was about to speak, she didn't know what to ask.

After all, she was going to leave the sect.

Either sooner or later, you have to leave.

Zongmen is a particularly good safe haven. It is difficult for her to increase her luck when she stays here.

"Your partner will accompany you." Old Teng said slowly.

"She's coming back soon."

Song Jingmo was puzzled. Seeing that Old Teng looked tired, he only responded, "I see."

"Go back."

partner?Who can accompany her on this journey?

Qingyan is still sleeping in the Beast Orb, waiting for her to gather enough luck to wake her up.

The dumpling consumes too much, and it is also restricted by the rules, so it cannot intervene in certain things that are destined to happen.

There is no worry...

Thinking of the unexpected, Song Jingmo thought of those brilliant golden eyes.

I always feel that those golden eyes are familiar.

The big cat cub accidentally took away the spirit mouse Xiaobai. I don't know how Xiaobai has been in the past six months.

Song Jingmo slowly walked back to his yard, and began to practice with a sinking heart.

Nan Tao picked a few empty yards to accommodate the visitors from the North Xuanling Academy, and after looking around, she found that there were only two of her younger brothers and sisters left.

"What about the rest?"

"Junior Sister went to deliver food and drinks to Mr. Teng, and now I should go back to my own yard to practice."

"Brother Zhishu and the others went to the back mountain to hunt, and they said they wanted to ask my junior sister to make more braised meat for today." Sheng Zhichun was left behind by the hunting team because of his weak combat power and slow running speed. Bei Xuanling who hadn't left yet The students in the academy were also a little moved when they heard about hunting.

It's just that it's getting late now, and it's not appropriate for Mao rashly to propose that he wants to go hunting, so he suppressed his excitement and went to the yard to rest temporarily.

The accommodation conditions of Qinglingzong were really average, but the people in Beixuanlingyuan were not short-sighted. They knew that the aura here was of good quality and rich in aura. No one fell asleep that night, and they all practiced cross-legged all night.

Song Jingmo went to see the vegetables planted yesterday, and found that finger-length shoots had grown.

It was definitely not edible, so Song Jingmo pulled out a few wild vegetables growing on the side, planning to make dumplings with egg and vegetable fillings, and then spread a pancake.

There was no one to greet him, so Dean Zhao brought the students here to smell the smell.

Director Zhao thought about it all night, but he couldn't figure out why the person who can make such dishes is not a spiritual chef.

After seeing Song Jingmo's proficient skill of rolling the skin with one hand and making dumplings with one hand in the kitchen, he realized that a good cook can use enough good ingredients to make a dish that is not inferior to any dish produced by Lingchu.

At least the spiritual chefs he saw used spiritual power to cook. No matter how they handled the ingredients or the seasoning, it seemed that they were not as good as a disciple of the Qingling Sect.

Song Jingmo felt a strange gaze, looked up and saw Dean Zhao.

"There are pancakes here, cooked porridge in the pot next to it, and pickled vegetables in the jar on the bottom shelf by the wall. The dumplings will have to wait for a while. If you are hungry, you can eat these first." She greeted casually.

Without Dean Zhao's instructions, Ye Yu went over to ask this and that, and the other students used to be just enough to do the same for one person.

Dean Zhao sat at the table. On the table were a pot of boiled eggs, a pot of white porridge, several plates of refreshing side dishes, and two plates of pancakes.

Yesterday's chair was put away, so it's hard to find it now, so only Dean Zhao was sitting alone, and the others stood crowded together at the table, holding bowls for breakfast.

Song Jingmo finished cooking the dumplings, and brought out a pot of dumplings with a dish of oil and vinegar.

Dean Zhao picked up a dumpling and ate one empty-handed. His tongue was scalded first, but he couldn't bear to spit it out. He used spiritual power to cool down the temperature, and then he ate the dumpling smoothly.

I didn't taste the taste, and I was going to pick up the second one, but when the chopsticks stretched out, it was empty.

Take a closer look, good guy, where are there any dumplings, there is only one pot left.

Three meals a day are delicious and delicious, and they usually train and grow vegetables with the disciples of Qinglingzong. The students of Beixuanlingyuan have changed from who I am, where I am, and what I am doing to enjoying it.

Dean Zhao also knew that the disciples of the Qingling Sect depended on herds, so he bid farewell to Nan Tao.

Yin Zhihua happened to leave the customs at this time, and packed up a few disciples for Dean Zhao to take away with him.

As one of the packaged ones, Song Jingmo left the sect with the team from Beixuan Lingyuan.

(End of this chapter)