How did the promised redemption villain become marriage first and love later?

The bowl is a round bowl.

It is the size of a palm, can be held in one hand, and the depth of filling the rice may not necessarily make you full, it is very tasteless.

There is a golden border around the bowl, as if trying to make the bowl look more expensive.

Ran and egg.

Because the sides of this bowl were bumpy, as if it had been hit on the ground many times, it was still not broken, it could be called tattered.

Shen Xitang stared at the bowl for a long time.

Whether she believed it or not, what she fished out from the gap in the void was indeed such...a broken bowl.

She was silent for a long time, and finally said with emotion from the bottom of her heart: "...a cow."

It's not the usual kind of bullshit.

No wonder the original book never described what "Eating Soul" is.

The male protagonist Yushu Linfeng stood there, absorbing the essence of the world and cultivating, but holding a broken bowl in his hand. What kind of moving picture is it?

It's too out of character.

It can be called a complete collapse.

Shen Xitang thought about the picture, and even couldn't help laughing out loud.

It's hard to imagine Gongsun Yulou's cat hiding in the stream courtyard, avoiding Shen Lianyun's sight, quietly touching the bowl to practice.

If she passed by, she might throw two copper coins into the bowl without saying a word.

Shen Xitang laughed for a while.

Then I couldn't laugh anymore.

After all, the person holding the bowl became her.

The person who squatted on the side of the road holding a bowl and might be rewarded with copper coins also became her.

It's kind of funny.

Also a little disgusted.

"At least give me a new bowl." Shen Xitang complained, "That's it?"

I don't know if it was her illusion, but after she said these words, the broken bowl with a pale white body had an inexplicably resentful aura.

Shen Xitang stared at the bowl for a while.

Think maybe I'm crazy.

A bowl is a bowl, even a heaven-ranked spiritual treasure named "Spirit Devourer" cannot change this fact.

How can the bowl be resentful?

Shen Xitang quickly forgot what he felt just now.

"Spirit Devouring" has already been obtained, since it was obtained with her blood, and task [-] has been definitely completed, it means that this day-level spirit treasure has completed the recognition of its owner.

Outrageous is outrageous, let alone a bowl, even if it is a spoon, she has to use it.

Shen Xitang quickly accepted that "Spirit Devouring" is a broken bowl.

She suppressed her smile, held the bowl, and tried to pour spiritual energy into it.

The scar on her wrist pierced by the hairpin healed visibly, and her skin returned to its original fairness and flawlessness.

At the same time, the nine spiritual veins in her body seemed to be awakened and began to flow together!

By the lakeside of Yunhu Lake, Shen Xitang had already swum through the spiritual energy roughly, and roughly figured out the direction of the spiritual veins in his body.

It's just a direction.

At this moment, she finally had a real understanding of what Manjing Jiulingmai is.

Possessing spiritual veins and feeling spiritual energy is a gift of being born as a human being.

The number of spiritual veins you have determines the amount of spiritual energy you can feel.

Every time one more spiritual vein is opened, the more heaven and earth spiritual energy can be felt.

Reiki must first be perceived before it can be used.

Opening five spiritual veins is the threshold of real practice, because in practice, the simplest spiritual art techniques need the aura that can be mobilized by five spiritual veins to drive.

The more spiritual energy that can be driven and used, the more spells that can be used.

And the Nine Spiritual Veins all over the world are the upper limit of the spiritual energy that human beings can drive!

When the nine spiritual veins flow together, all the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth can be sensed and mobilized by her!

She closed her eyes to perceive the world, and on the wall of the small white bowl in her hand, branches and leaves emerged quietly. The branches and leaves were originally scorched black and dry, and then slowly stretched out, as if they had finally woken up from a long sleep.

The color of the dead branches fades slowly, just like spring returning to the earth, everything is revived, and tender green gradually emerges.

On the white porcelain, green branches spread like vines, and buds appeared on the branches, which immediately turned into green leaves.

The plain, tattered white bowl has just turned into a work of art that looks exquisitely crafted and can't be more gentle and beautiful.

The bottom of the shallow bowl was empty, but as Shen Xitang's nine spiritual veins circulated, there was some kind of gurgling liquid at the bottom of the bowl.

If there are truly discerning monks here, they will definitely recognize that the liquid that is gradually increasing in this bowl at this moment is condensed from the purest spiritual energy, a spiritual liquid that is hard to find in the world with just one drop!

The spiritual liquid first moistened the branches and leaves on the wall of the bowl, and then entered Shen Xitang's skin along the direction of the growth of the branches and leaves.

Shen Xitang didn't know what was going on in the bowl.

She only felt that her spiritual veins were running, and this place was extremely exhausted, but at this moment, her spiritual veins seemed to be filled with nectar after a long drought, and each one was filled with joy, almost soaked in spiritual energy with joy.

She even felt that her spiritual veins had been washed and widened again.

So she can perceive more aura.

And this kind of washing and widening is like some kind of uninterrupted and endless cycle, extracting her body over and over again.

In the memory of the original owner, the memory of practice is very vague.

But Shen Xitang vaguely felt that his current state should be called meditation.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, and sat like this for a whole night, when she opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright.

Shen Xitang froze for a moment, then looked down at "Cang Ling".

It's time.

For a while, she was still immersed in the wonderful feeling of the spiritual veins flowing before, and she was a little dazed for a while.

Until the sound of someone knocking on the courtyard door brought her back to her senses.

"Second Miss! Your elder sister is calling you to eat! Get up quickly!" The maid's voice was crisp and clear: "Ignore me again, I'm going to break into the door and lift your quilt!"

Shen Xitang recognized the owner of the voice.

It was the last maid left beside Shen Lianyun, her name was Qingrong, she was bought back from Ren Yazi back then, when Shen's family was destroyed and all the servants were dismissed, only Qingrong stayed loyal, Following the two of them suffered a lot.

But it didn't end well.

If in the original book, her death was the last straw that made Shen Lianyun black, Qingrong's death was the beginning of Shen Lianyun's cold heart.

Shen Xitang got up to open the door, Qingrong was obviously relieved when she saw her, her eyes fell on her messy hair again, and she smiled dotingly: "Sit down quickly, I'll comb your hair. Missy is already waiting for you It's been a while."

Qingrong's hands are very skillful, and a beautiful bun was quickly formed under her hands, while she was talking about what happened the night before: "Young Master and Missy are really... tired of crooked for most of the night, seeing Missy so happy, I've settled my mind. Now that we finally have a home, we don't have to be like duckweed floating in this world anymore. It's great."

The bun was quickly put together, only one hairpin was missing.

Qingrong's eyes were sharp, and when she saw the black hosta casually placed by the bed, she reached out to grab it.

When her fingertips were about to touch it, she let out an "oops".

Shen Xitang followed the sound to look: "What's wrong?"

"It's strange." Qing Rong stared at his hand, frowned, and stretched out his hand again.

However, this time, she still couldn't get close to the hairpin, and retracted like an electric shock.

"Why don't I dare to take this hairpin?" Qing Rong murmured.After all, she stayed in Shen's house, and she was not completely ignorant, so she quickly realized: "Second Miss, is this Lingbao?"

Shen Xitang did not expect that this hairpin was not allowed to be touched by others.

She reached out to pick up the hairpin, followed Qingrong's guidance, and gently inserted the hairpin into her hair: "Don't tell others."

After a pause, he added: "Don't tell me, sister."

Qingrong's eyes lit up, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Second Miss has grown up and has her own secrets. Qingrong knows it, so don't talk about it. It's a good thing that Second Miss has Lingbao by her side."

Shen Xitang knew at a glance that her thinking was wrong. At this moment, she must be full of tokens of love and private life.

But she didn't bother to explain.

After all, think about it carefully...

What Qingrong thinks if she has to say it is, yes, yes.

What she did may have gone too far than what Qing Rong imagined.

Shen Xitang felt guilty for a very rare moment.