An Hua was used to farm work, and a small fire was lit in a short time under her diligent figure. The jumping flames jumped around and were full of life.

An Hua took out a thin piece of cloth from her cuff, fixed the four ends with ropes and hung it over the fire to boil water.

"Can cloud gauze still be used in this way?"

Qin Long was dumbfounded by An Hua's series of operations, and the expression behind the mask was very colorful.

Cloud yarn is one of the third-order materials used in cloth making.

Although it is called cloud, it is a common third-order stone. This stone has a soft texture and can be spun into yarn and finally woven into cloth after being smelted.

The surface of the finished cloud gauze has a natural stone texture, and it is very beautiful when connected into pieces. Most of the big forces use them for curtains. Because they are cheap, some monks also use them to make armors, but the use of Anhua really makes him happy.

Blinded.

Adding in the ingredients collected along the way, and stirring constantly with the branches in An Hua's hand, the thick soup will bubble up from time to time, dispersing the aroma of the food into the air.

Looking at An Hua, who was surrounding the fire with a smile on her lips and wiping her sweat from time to time, and continuing to work, Qin Long's irritable mood, which was eager to avoid the human soul wolf, felt a little better for no reason.

"This feels really good." Looking at the happy An Hua, the young man said silently in his heart.

Dinner was prepared quickly. An Hua dipped some branches into it and tasted it before saying with a smile.

"It's done, Sister Qingyu, Brother Molong, do you want to eat some?"

"No need."

Qin Long and Qing Yu's voices sounded at the same time.

Cultivators can live by eating breath, which can replace eating to a certain extent.

It is normal for monks in the foundation-building stage to go without food for several days, and it does not matter if high-level monks like Qingyu go without food for several months.

An Hua's craftsmanship was good and the smell of the thick soup was very tempting. Although Qin Long wanted to eat it, he refused because it was best not to take off the mask.

Perhaps because the girl accidentally ignored An Chang, the cold man's face instantly darkened.

I am obviously your eldest brother, yet I am so affectionate to a monk I have just met for a day.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have brought you to the next world, Yucheng, let alone let you enter the door of cultivation. A bitch like you should have lived in that shabby little place in Anjia Village all your life, waiting for my blessing!

Glaring at the girl, An Chang shouted coldly: "Huh! Momojiji, Anhua, you are already a monk, why haven't you learned to breathe for so long? Do you think that Team Leader Qingyu and Brother Molong also

Do you have to rely on eating every day to survive like a mortal?"

The angry tone made the girl shrink her neck, and her originally lively appearance instantly turned into a frightened quail, and she said timidly: "Yes... I'm sorry, Brother An Chang."

As if he found a sense of accomplishment in the girl, An Chang glanced at Qin Long and continued proudly: "You can't do a small thing well. Hurry up and finish your meal and go have a rest. You bitch has delayed your journey tomorrow. I'll forgive you."

I can’t help you!”

"Yes, Brother An Chang." The insulted girl was not angry, but the smile on her face was gone. She quickly drank the dinner in her hand and limped back to the stream to clean Yunsha and the still bleeding wound.

.

Maybe it was the concepts from the past life that were causing trouble. An Changyi's commanding attitude and An Hua's submissive reaction made Qin Long feel very dissatisfied.

He was a little angry at what An Chang had done, but as an outsider, he was eager to rush to Nanling to escape from the dangerous situation and didn't want to get involved.

She could only pretend to be casual and walked to the stream softly and said: "An Hua, you have just entered the spiritual practice and need to give your body some time to adapt to the spiritual energy. The wound is difficult to heal by just washing it with water. I will use... spiritual energy to help you.

Treat it so it won’t affect your activities when you go on the road tomorrow.”

Qin Long almost said his inner strength smoothly, but considering that his practice method was too unique and did not want to risk being exposed, he changed his words to spiritual energy.

The girl shook her head vigorously and said, "No need, Brother Mo Long, Brother An Chang will scold me again if he knows about it."

Looking at the girl who was silently cleaning the wound with water, Qin Long sighed and said: "An Chang's approach is a bit... excessive. In fact, you don't have to obey him so much."

Hearing his words, An Hua's hand in the water froze and she said slowly: "Brother Mo Long, you don't understand. If it weren't for An Chang, I might have been forced to marry the village chief now, and he promised that I would just go with him.

I will use my status as a monk to help our family get rid of the rent, and I have to marry him for the sake of my mother. From now on, I can only do this."

"But you are also a monk now." Qin Long forgot to pretend and lost his voice.

When An Hua heard the change in Mo Long's voice, she was slightly startled and then laughed to herself.

"My status as a monk was also given by An Chang. His master said that I have no talent for cultivation and can only linger in the elementary level of Qi training for the rest of my life. I can only learn one or two moves and live a few years longer than ordinary people.

What kind of monk is that?"

Looking at the girl with a hint of worry on her brows, Qin Long sighed, walked towards the campfire, lay on his side on a flat boulder, closed his eyes and meditated, trying to fall asleep.

Every time he thought of An Hua's words full of decadence, Qin Long felt irritable in his heart. He saw his own shadow in An Hua's body, hiding his identity and escaping from the wolf, and he was passively accepting everything that happened unexpectedly.

"But I'm different from her. How can I jump out of the general trend?"

Qin Long thought angrily in his heart. He had no intention of going back to sleep and he stood up cross-legged, facing the night and washing his body with essence over and over again.

In the darkness not far away, long ponytails fluttered among the branches. Qingyu looked at the blurry figure on the boulder, as if she saw herself when she was young, and said with interest.

"Haha, is this little guy attracted by Fan Xin? Do you want me to help him? It might be very interesting!"

A strange smile appeared on Qingyu's face, he put the medicine in his hand back into his waist pocket and leaned against the tree trunk before falling asleep.

Although An Hua is already a monk, her body is still too weak after her first level of Qi training. Even a minor injury that scratches the surface of the skin cannot be recovered overnight without medicine.

"pain..."

The wounds covered with bleeding scabs restricted Anhua's movements even more. The scabs would burst if she took just two steps. Waves of heart-breaking pain kept coming from her ankles, and her already tender eyes were instantly filled with tears.

On the teardrops.

The girl's painful expression made Qin Long feel pity for her. Just as he was about to step forward and use the Yin Yang Fish to help, he heard a disgusting tone coming from behind.

"What did I say yesterday, good-for-nothing woman? If you drag everyone down today, I won't let you go. Get up and keep walking. It's just a minor injury. You're obviously a village girl, why are you pretending to be delicate?"

An Chang's words were full of contempt, and the way he looked at the girl was like observing a wounded and wailing beast on the roadside, even with a slightly gloating expression.

An Chang's words filled Qin Long's heart with disgust. He usually hated such arrogant people: "Brother An Chang, she is new to cultivation and only practices Qi. She is not much better than an adult man. Now her ankle has been injured. Why are you doing this?"

Blame?”

"I..."

An Chang wanted to refute Qin Long, but thinking of his identity but worried about retaliation, he could only glare at the girl, bowed his hands to Qin Long and defended politely.

"Brother Molong, An Hua is my wife in name only. I can do whatever I want to her. Please don't interfere in my family affairs."

Then An Chang took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist pocket. The porcelain bottle was milky white and looked very warm. The mouth of the bottle was tightly sealed with red cloth. It was obviously some kind of medicine.

Pulling out the lipstick cloth, An Chang pretended to be regretful: "An Hua asked me to tell you that you are good, but even walking on a mountain road will hurt your legs and feet."

"This bottle of wound medicine was specially left for me by Master before I left. It will be healed immediately and is worth a lot of money. I didn't expect that the first person to use it would be you, a bitch. Come quickly and kowtow to Master."

, I will show you great mercy and heal your injuries."

"Good guy, is this a talkative scumbag in the world of cultivation?" He was a typical PUA master. Qin Long's eyes were wide open behind his mask.

Since An Chang became a monk, his status in the village has been improving rapidly. Taking advantage of his improved status, An Chang not only chose the cousin he had loved since childhood as his wife, but also used various means to find an unprecedented sense of fulfillment in her.

An Chang raised the porcelain vase with an evil smile on his face and looked arrogant as he waited for the girl to plead.

beg me.

When you show your face that only I am the savior and cry and beg me, I will show mercy and give you this bottle of medicine. Do you still want to have sex with other monks? I will turn you into a beast that belongs to me step by step.

Say those words quickly, beg me quickly, hahaha.

"Brother An Chang, no need."

The emotionless and flat tone exploded in An Chang's ears, and An Chang felt a little confused because of the buzzing in his head.

"I'm just a bitch, not worthy of Brother An Chang's priceless medicine."

The weak girl in front of her had stood up at some point. The words of bitch in An Chang's mouth finally stimulated her, and she dragged her steps forward regardless of the cracked ankle wound.

"You, you bitch, you are so shameless!" Faced with the girl's resistance, An Chang yelled angrily and threw the porcelain bottle in his hand at the girl's face.

"Yin Yang fish."

A white palm stopped the porcelain vase, and Qin Long, who was covered in black robes, used his inner strength to block An Hua.

Throwing the porcelain bottle back, Qin Long said in a bad tone: "Brother An Chang, Qingyu and I will escort you to Nanling. We don't want to encounter disharmony within the team. Please respect yourself."

"So fast!"

An Chang was surprised. Every time he and his senior brother sparred, he was suppressed by his agile movement. However, although the senior brother was fast and could still see some shadows, the speed of the black-robed man was as if he was teleporting.

"This kind of speed dwarfs even my senior brothers in the foundation building stage. I'm afraid only Master... No, maybe he is stronger than Master!"

"I understand."

His face twitched several times with expressions of begging, but An Chang finally chose to give in, lowered his eyebrows, cupped his hands, and walked away with his sleeves rolled up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Brother Molong, it's An Hua who has dragged you down."

The girl's voice was already filled with tears, and the strands of blood seeping out of her shoes stained her shoes red. Her pretended strength fell apart the moment An Chang left, and she fell to the side and started sobbing.

Qin Long couldn't help but be moved when he saw the girl's pear blossoms. He was about to take action to heal the wound, but unexpectedly the other party actually picked up some dry soil and covered the bleeding wound a moment later.

"What are you doing?"

"My mother said that ordinary minor injuries can be cured very quickly as long as you do this."

"Nonsense." Qin Long stopped An Hua, stretched out his hand to hold her feet, and white light poured out from his palms.

"Brother Molong?"

An Hua was slightly startled and wanted to run away, but she felt a cold and soothing feeling coming from the wound, which stirred her heart. The girl was so comfortable that she almost moaned, but because of her face, she forced herself to endure it, and could only make imaginative hesitating sounds.

.

The wound quickly closed under the light touch of Yin Yang Fish. As the blood scab fell off, the blood marks on An Hua's ankle had turned into flawless white skin.

Realizing that she had just made an embarrassing sound, An Hua's face flew up with two wisps of red clouds, and she silently pulled her feet out of Qin Long's palm.

Qin Long also felt that this move was a bit out of line, and said with some embarrassment: "Ahem, be careful not to hurt yourself on the next road. Okay, let's get on the road."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards Qingyu.

"Thank you."
Chapter completed!