Chapter 273 Rare Things "Ok?" These words were confusing and Wei Wenxin didn't understand them at all. Mu Lingxiang gave her a resentful look, took out the bowl and chopsticks and the spiritual rice that she had cooked earlier, and invited her to eat with her. The monks of Qingshen Sect are different from monks from other places. Even though they have a high level of cultivation, they still maintain the habit of eating three meals a day like ordinary people. Before, when she was riding on the battleship of Wanjian Sect, the monks of Wanjian Sect basically practiced fasting, so it was not strange for her to not eat all day long. Now that she had entered the Qingshen Sect convoy alone, she naturally had to follow the local customs. Mu Lingxiang had to eat on time every day. With two people in one car, it was impossible for her to just sit there and watch, so she would be invited to every meal. Wei Wenxin accepted Mu Lingxiang's invitation. In return, he would prepare spiritual fruits, spiritual dew, fruit wine and the like to share with Mu Lingxiang. Today is no exception. The two sat down, and Mu Lingxiang served out two bowls of rice, placing one in front of Wei Wenxin and taking the other bowl herself. After being cooked, the light yellow rice becomes as big as a little finger, crystal clear, and smells like a flower.
Wei Wenxin had never seen this rice before, so he asked about the variety of it. "My uncle cultivated a variety called Topaz. It tastes slightly sweet and long-term consumption can help remove impurities from the body. It is one of the eighteen unique spiritual rices of our Qingshen Sect." Wei Wenxin knew that these eighteen kinds of spiritual rice were only provided to their own monks by the Qingshen Sect and were never sold. Even if they were given to friends and relatives, they would be processed so that they would no longer have the ability to reproduce. Wei Wenxin didn't care much about these things, so he didn't know what the eighteen types were. Now that we have come to this point, I just asked. Mu Lingxiang was happy to chat with her, so she told her everything one by one. Either it has the effect of improving one's cultivation, or it can cleanse one's essence and marrow, and calm one's mind and spirit... No wonder it never sold. Perhaps only the Qingshen Sect would put so much effort into food. Wei Wenxin couldn't help but sigh. Mu Lingxiang picked up the chopsticks, picked up a grain of rice and put it in her mouth, looked up at her, and turned off the spirit stone stove. "Wen Xin, do you think that we Qingshen Sect monks are particularly unmotivated?" Seeing Mu Lingxiang biting the tip of her chopsticks, lowering her head slightly and not looking at herself, Wei Wenxin swallowed the rice in her mouth and looked at her in surprise: "Lingxiang, why do you think so? There are thousands of great ways. No matter which one you specialize in, as long as your heart is towards the great way and you don't hurt others, it is something worthy of recognition." Apart from the shameless people in the Hehuan Sect who have been looked down upon all the year round, the Qingshen Sect has always had a good reputation. She really couldn't understand why Mu Lingxiang would say such a thing. The Qingshen sect advocates simplicity, and the carriages are not luxurious, which also means that the space in the carriage is limited, and it is unrealistic to be alone for a long time. So Wei Wenxin didn't plan to do anything these days. It just so happened that he got along quite well with Mu Lingxiang, so he simply found a topic to pass the time from time to time. In her opinion, today was similar to the previous few days except for the topic. In short, just another ordinary day. Unexpectedly, after hearing her words, Mu Lingxiang lowered her head, sighed, and said with a look of loss:
"But when I meet someone I like, I'm always rejected. I guess there are still many people who don't think that way!" This was a bit confusing and beyond Wei Wenxin's understanding, so she thought for a moment and could only give a universal answer: "Fate is unpredictable. Sometimes it may come a little late." Being disliked by others means that the two people are not suitable for each other and there is no need to force them together. Wei Wenxin frowned slightly, and after a moment he said: "Besides, this is not your fault. It's those people who have no vision. You don't have to feel sad about it. Just try your best to be yourself." Mu Lingxiang raised her head and looked at her for a while. She didn't continue the topic, but asked her directly: "Wenxin, what kind of person do you like? When you choose your future Taoist partner, do you have any criteria?" It is normal for female cultivators to talk about this topic. Yue Jinxiu had talked about it with her before. But she didn't think that her relationship with Mu Lingxiang was good enough to talk about this, and her brows furrowed even tighter. Mu Lingxiang changed her usual calm and generous appearance, grabbed the hem of her clothes, gritted her teeth, and whispered: "More than a hundred years ago, I followed my family's ancestors to participate in the Nine Sects and Eighteen Schools Competition. I was fortunate to see you fighting with heroic spirit. At that time, I couldn't take my eyes off you..." While they were talking, Wei Wenxin had already finished a large bowl of rice. Mu Lingxiang picked up the rice spoon to add more for her, but she quickly covered the mouth of the bowl with her hand: "That's enough, thank you!" At this moment, she finally understood the meaning of Mu Lingxiang's first words. Autumn feels like spring, is this a euphemism for springtime? It's quite euphemistic. Wei Wenxin has never lacked suitors since she was very young, but this is the first time that someone is so simple and sincere, and walks up to her and says it to her in person! He couldn't help but open his eyes wide and stared at Mu Lingxiang. After a long time, he drew out the Burning Sky Sword with a cold face. Mu Lingxiang's mind was full of the words "Enough", and she was shocked when she saw her drawing the sword! I have always known that the eldest sister of the Wanjian Sect is extremely powerful and will start a fight if she disagrees with something. Does it mean that she will be beaten if her confession fails? Just when he was at a loss, he heard the extremely cold and beautiful female cultivator opposite him said calmly: "Men, they will only slow down my sword-drawing speed!" After saying that, he ran straight to the door of the carriage, flipped over, and jumped onto the roof of the carriage. He actually ignored the speed of the carriage and planned to practice sword there. I don't know what he thought of, but he jumped down again, walked back into the carriage, and added: "Of course, the same goes for women." Then he went out again, climbed onto the roof of the carriage, and started practicing quickly. Traveling with the people from the Qingshen Sect, the carriage was narrow and she hadn't been able to practice sword skills for several days. She was already feeling suffocated. I didn’t want to stay with Mu Lingxiang at this moment, so I ran out and found that this was a great place to practice sword skills! Wei Wenxin's sword was very fast, and it was even faster since he was on the carriage. Every time he attacked, a sharp whistling sound would be heard. Mu Lingxiang listened to the movement above her head, and when she looked up, she could see the occasional fluttering skirt and the occasional flash of sword through the transparent space. To be honest, this is the first time Mu Lingxiang has encountered such a thing in her hundreds of years of life! She has always been good at dealing with people, otherwise she would not have been able to take care of Wei Wenxin. But she couldn't utter a word at this moment.
Being rejected should be a sad thing, but why does she want to laugh so much now? I feel sad but want to laugh at the same time, what should I do? So, having a crush on a stranger is not safe after all. She wanted to laugh, but when others heard the noise and used their spiritual sense to take a look, they saw that Wei Wenxin still did not forget to practice sword skills even in such a situation, so they could not laugh at all. The convoy was on the road day and night. It was not easy for ordinary people to stand steadily on the roof of a speeding carriage, but Wei Wenxin was able to practice sword skills on it with ease. I can only say, she is worthy of it! Give the allied monks a little shock. (End of this chapter)