Quick Travel, Miao Miao’s Villain Cannon Fodder Rescue Plan

The morning light is dim and the mountains are shrouded in mist.

Shouyi stood in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, his plain white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. He closed his eyes and concentrated, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

After the morning exercises were over, he slowly opened his eyes, stroked his long beard with a refreshed look, and suddenly remembered the little dumpling he had picked up yesterday.

"I don't know if the little guy has woken up..."

He pushed the door open and walked into the room, and at a glance he saw Miaomiao sitting on the bed in high spirits, her little hands and feet flapping happily.

He Xuan floated aside with a dark face, and a ghostly aura around him, just like a dark cloud struck by lightning.

It seems that the two of them get along very well.

Shouyi stroked his beard with great satisfaction.

"Ah! Yay!" Miaomiao immediately waved her little hands excitedly when she saw Shouyi coming in.

Her other little hand was tightly grasping one of He Xuan's fingers, and the soft touch made Lord Ghost King feel uncomfortable all over.

Seeing Shouyi appear, He Xuan felt as if he had been pardoned, and immediately stuffed the little ball into his arms: "You picked it up, take care of it yourself." Before he finished speaking, the whole person turned into a wisp of black smoke and floated away. Judging from his posture, he was probably going to find a deep mountain forest to calm down for three days and three nights.

Shouyi was stunned for a moment as he held the little ball that was suddenly stuffed into his arms.

Miaomiao tilted her little face up, her big watery eyes staring at him without blinking, and her pink little mouth was blowing bubbles.

"What a pretty little baby..." Shouyi couldn't help but reach out and poke her chubby face. It was warm and soft to the touch, just like freshly steamed glutinous rice dumplings.

The little guy seemed to understand Shouyi's praise. He puffed out his chest proudly and flapped his two short legs happily.

Yes, the cub is very beautiful.

Proud face.

Suddenly, Miaomiao's stomach growled.

Shouyi touched the little guy's belly, which was originally round and now deflated: "It's time for breakfast."

He casually made a communication gesture, and Shouyi's voice immediately rang in He Xuan's ears as he was enjoying the cold wind on the mountaintop: "Go milk the goats."

He Xuan: “…”

Never mind, the situation is stronger than people... and stronger than ghosts.

Shouyi carried Miaomiao to the kitchen.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a smell of stale dust hit me in the face.

There was a thick layer of dust on the stove, the pots and pans were covered with cobwebs, and there was even a bird's nest in the corner.

"This..." Shouyi rarely showed embarrassment.

He has been fasting for many years, and He Xuan, a ghost, doesn't even need to eat. This kitchen has probably been idle for at least twenty or thirty years.

Miaomiao looked around curiously, grabbing Shouyi's clothes with her little hands. Suddenly she sneezed, and a little dust got on the tip of her nose, which looked particularly funny.

"Looks like we need to clean up first." Shouyi sighed, holding Miaomiao in one hand and performing the Dust-Clearing Technique with the other. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and all the dust and cobwebs disappeared, leaving even the stove looking brand new.

Miaomiao opened her eyes wide and looked at the changes in the kitchen with curiosity.

He recalled Lin Cuicui's instructions yesterday: "The eight-month-old baby can eat some rice porridge."

Just do it.

"You stay here and don't run around, okay?"

Shouyi placed Miaomiao in a makeshift "nest" made of Taoist robes, bent down, and gave her serious instructions.

The little guy tilted his head, and looked at the Taoist priest in front of him with his watery eyes blankly.

"Okay, you agreed." Shou Yi thought Miao Miao agreed and began to rummage through the drawers to find ingredients.

The little cub, who had been promised to be a good boy, immediately crawled around curiously when he saw Shouyi was not around, as if he was inspecting his territory and took a look at everything.

Completely unaware of this, the old Taoist priest only found half a bag of old rice and a few shriveled red dates in the corner.

Shouyi was in a dilemma.

As a great Taoist master, he could easily exorcise demons and monsters, but he was indeed lacking in cooking skills.

While he was hesitating, He Xuan floated in with a cold face, holding a bowl of steaming goat milk in his hand.

He picked up the little kid crawling on the ground and held him in his arms. Seeing Shouyi staring at the stove in a daze, He Xuan couldn't help but sneer: "What, Taoist priest can't even light a fire?"

Shouyi's face flushed, and he said with forced composure, "You are so rude, I was just thinking about what to make for the little guy."

He Xuan placed the goat milk on the table, dodging the kid's hand, and said calmly, "Didn't the village woman say yesterday that we could eat rice porridge?"

"That's right." Shouyi stroked his beard and said, "It's just that this rice..."

He Xuan was too lazy to listen to his nagging, so he just waved his hand, and the ghost energy wrapped around the half bag of old rice and floated in the air.

Amidst the black mist, the old rice became plump and fresh at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a bowl of crystal clear rice milk.

Shouyi raised an eyebrow: "I didn't expect the Ghost King to have this ability."

He Xuan snorted coldly: "I was a royal noble in my lifetime, these crude techniques..."

Before he finished speaking, Miaomiao suddenly screamed, and stretched her little hands towards the rice milk, and her little mouth was chewing with a smacking sound, obviously she was very hungry.

The two grown men looked at each other and started working in rare tacit understanding.

He Xuan kept the fire boiling and poured the rice paste into the pot. Soon, a bowl of fragrant rice paste was ready.

Shouyi carefully scooped a spoonful, blew it cool, and then brought it to Miaomiao's mouth.

The little guy couldn't wait to open his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. He immediately squinted his eyes happily and kicked his little feet happily.

"It seems to suit your taste." Shouyi said with a smile.

He Xuan stood aside, watching the little dumpling's face covered in rice paste, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly. But he quickly realized his mistake, and immediately frowned again, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

Shouyi shook his head and chuckled, continuing to feed Miaomiao patiently.

The sunlight came in through the window lattice, shining on the old man and the young, adding a bit of warmth to this cold Taoist temple.