Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

"Dead?" Shen Qing looked at the little girl in confusion, stared into her eyes and said, "You are fine, why do you say you will die tomorrow?"

The little girl blinked her bright eyes and said innocently, "I will go to serve Huang Daxian tomorrow. The children from the village who went there never come back, and I should not come back either, which means I am dead."

Shen Qing continued to ask, "Huang Daxian? Demon?"

"Hush!" The little girl made a gesture to keep quiet, looked around worriedly, and said carefully, "Huang Daxian doesn't allow others to say that about him."

That is a demon.

Shen Qing understood.

"Aliang said that Huang Daxian likes children. If any village doesn't send people there, he will be very angry. Many villages were eaten by him because they didn't send children. I don't want my parents to die." The little girl said seriously.

Shen Qing looked at the innocent face of the little girl, and after a while, he said, "Aren't you afraid?"

The little girl smiled brightly, her eyes curved into crescents: "Don't be afraid, Ah Liang said that when a person dies, it's like sleeping, it doesn't hurt."

Shen Qing said, "Do you want to die?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "No."

Shen Qing said, "Do you want to live?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said, "Well, I want to honor my parents before dying."

Shen Qing said solemnly, "Then don't go out tomorrow, just stay by my side."

The little girl waved her hand and said nervously, "Tomorrow Huang Daxian will send someone over, if you stop him, he will kill you."

"It's okay, let him kill you." Shen Qing said lightly.

The little girl glanced at Shen Qing and saw that there was not much blood on his face, and he looked a little weak, but it made her feel at ease for some reason.

She hesitated for a moment, nodded heavily and said: "Okay. Big brother, you and Ah Liang look alike."

Shen Qing said: "Who is Ah Liang?"

"My big brother."

"Where did he go?"

"He went to Wong Tai Sin and died."

Shen Qing was silent.

With a creak, the dilapidated wooden door opened.

The dark-skinned woman pushed the door open and walked in.

She had a basket in her hand, which was full of fresh vegetables just picked from the field, exuding an alluring aroma.

"Niuniu, come here quickly, there are your favorite sweet potatoes." The basket in the woman's hand shook gently, with endless tenderness in her voice.

The little girl ran towards the woman with joy: "Wow! That's great, I want to eat it, I want to eat it."

"Don't worry, it's all yours."

The woman's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if she was trying hard to control her tears.

After a while, the woman came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly steamed sweet potatoes, steaming hot.

The little girl walked over and picked one up, chewing it in big mouthfuls, very happy, as if she was eating a big fish and meat.

Chen Gouzi and the woman in the house couldn't bear to see this scene, and hid outside the house.

Shen Qing saw the whole scene.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stopped looking at it, then slowly closed his eyes and practiced to repair his injuries seriously.

Shen Qing gently touched the treasure bag and took out a yellow pill with a strong medicinal fragrance.

This is the Huiling Pill he looted from Xue Zhao, which is very helpful for repairing injuries and restoring spiritual power.

Shen Qing pinched the Huiling Pill with two fingers and put it into his mouth to chew.

At that moment, a fresh and fragrant breath emanated from his mouth.

This is the unique medicinal fragrance of the Huiling Pill.

Shen Qing couldn't help but think of the chrysanthemums that appeared in the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting that day. This pill is comparable to it, with a hint of spiritual essence.

As Shen Qing continued to chew, the pill gradually turned into a warm spiritual liquid, which slowly slid down his throat into his stomach.

Suddenly, a warm and powerful force began to spread in his body, like countless small streams, gathering into a river in his body, rushing endlessly.

This force was full of vitality, allowing every inch of his flesh and blood to revive under the nourishment of this force.

Shen Qing closed his eyes and concentrated, guiding this force to flow along the specific meridian route of the Flowing Samsara Technique, first rushing up along the Governor Vessel, then slowly sinking through the Ren Vessel, penetrating into various acupuncture points, forming a perfect cycle.

In this process, the damaged meridians, muscles, and even bones and souls in his body were nourished and repaired by this spiritual power, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shen Qing felt his broken bones reconnected, the damaged meridians gradually became smooth, and even the hideous wounds on the surface of his body quickly scabbed and fell off, revealing intact skin.

When the last bit of spiritual power merged into the sea of ​​qi and was refined, Shen Qing exhaled heavily. He felt that the original feeling of weakness gradually dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of comfort and relaxation.

This good medicine helped him a lot.

However, the spiritual power here is scarce. It is extremely slow to repair injuries with spiritual energy alone, and even the refining of medicine is extremely slow.

Shen Qing slowly opened his eyes and saw the sky outside the window. He had unknowingly practiced until late at night.

Chen Gouzi and his family had already rested.

He loosened his fingers and felt the changes in the spiritual power in his body. It recovered 40% to 50% of its former heyday.

It was not enough.

Shen Qing took out two pills from the treasure bag in succession, threw them into his mouth one after another, and continued to refine and repair his injuries.

Time passed little by little.

The east was already bright, and the big roosters in the village were crowing one after another. Many men in the village got up and went out, intending to go to work while the weather was cool.

The same was true at Chen Gouzi's house where Shen Qing lived. They got up early.

The only exception was that Chen Gouzi did not go out after getting up early in the morning, but sat in a daze at the door of his house.

The little girl put on new clothes this morning, becoming lively and lively, and taking off many of the rustic characteristics of a farmhouse.

The woman specially cooked two eggs. She took an egg and peeled it. While peeling it, she said to the little girl: "You have to be good when you go to Huang Xianren today, understand?"

The little girl nodded heavily, staring at the white and tender eggs with her legs swinging under the chair: "I know, mother."

"Eat it."

The woman brought the eggs to the little girl, and the little girl ate it sweetly. She saw Shen Qing and suddenly remembered something. She took out the last egg on the table and brought it to Shen Qing and said: "Big brother, do you want to eat eggs?"

Shen Qing opened his eyes and looked at the lonely egg in her hand, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

But as the saying goes, a gentleman does not save, and a saint does not shirk his responsibility.

There are some things that he can still take care of.

Shen Qing was about to say something when suddenly there was a burst of noise outside. (End of this chapter)