The cannon fodder just wants to survive until the end

Through her memory, Ming Huaixi knew that it would be a time soon for the major sects to select disciples. The original owner had entered a sect in her previous lives, but she knew a lot afterwards. The sect could not teach her anything at all. Entering a sect again would just be an additional constraint for herself, so she did not enter a sect and became a casual cultivator.

Ming Huaixi also had no plan to join the sect. She planned to find a place to improve her strength first, and then go to the Jinglan Secret Realm.

From her memory, she knew that there was a paradise that was very suitable for her current situation. It was located at the border between cultivators and mortals, not far from her. If she walked at her own pace, she would get there in about a month. This was completely feasible.

After figuring this out, Ming Huaixi raised his head and looked around his "home". It could no longer be called a "home". It should be just a simple little house, a simple thatched hut.

Look at myself again, small hands, small person, well, I forgot that I am still a child now.

"We still have to make money!" Ming Huaixi didn't expect that his first step would be difficult because of money. As expected, a penny can make a good man fall, and it successfully stumped Ming Huaixi.

A man came in and said, "Girl, girl, the food is left at your door. Remember to put the bowl at my door after you finish eating." Then he turned and left.

It turned out to be the village chief.

When the original owner was young, he lived in a remote village in the mortal world called Rongxing Dynasty. Every ten years, the cultivation world would come to the mortal world to select mortals with the qualifications to cultivate immortals and bring them back to the cultivation world to enter the sect for training.

However, it must be done on children between ten and five years old. At the age of five, the meridians are already roughly clear, and a five-year-old child also understands a few things, making it easier to teach.

Basically, those who start practicing after the age of ten will not achieve much. The older they are, the less innate spiritual energy they have in their bodies. It is already the best they can achieve to build a foundation, and this is only possible for people with some luck who have obtained some great opportunity. As for the golden elixir, it is even more impossible. Of course, if the opportunity is against the will of heaven, and there is some innate spiritual treasure that changes one's own qualifications, one can still pursue the great way, but such a person may not appear until ten thousand years.

The original owner was now just seven years old, just in time for this election. Otherwise, he would not have been able to enter the world of cultivation so smoothly in his first life.

Monks go against the will of heaven. Family background, aptitude, and opportunities are all factors in the pursuit of the great way. Some people are destined to miss out, while others are destined to go smoothly.

It’s time and fate. A person’s life is chosen at birth.

The original owner's father was a hunter in the village. At that time, the original owner's mother was about to give birth, and he wanted to hunt more prey to exchange for some money to nourish the original owner's mother during the confinement period after giving birth.

Unexpectedly, the original owner's father happened to encounter monks fighting in the next mountain while hunting. The scene of the monks fighting was not something that those mortal beasts could withstand, so they all ran to the mountain where the original owner's father was hunting.

Originally, there were no particularly large beasts on this mountain, and there was generally no danger. But this time, we happened to encounter a nest of tigers.

The original owner's father did not return for one day, so the villagers went into the mountains to look for him, but they only found the original owner's father's broken body. If it weren't for the strips of cloth, it would probably be unrecognizable.

The original owner's mother was filled with grief and gave birth to a premature baby. Due to her excessive emotional fluctuations before delivery, she did not survive after giving birth to the original owner and died with him.

The original owner became an orphan at birth. Everyone in the village felt that she was unlucky in marriage, and that no one had an easy life in those days, so no one was willing to raise her.

The village chief was kind-hearted. A ewe had just given birth in his family and fed the original owner with her milk. When the original owner was still young, he took her home and raised her for two years. When the original owner was able to move on her own, the village chief's family had a new person, and it was inconvenient to continue supporting the original owner, so he gave the house of the original owner's parents to her.

The original owner lived alone in the village. Although the villagers did not want to support the original owner, they were kind-hearted and could not bear to see a little kid starve to death in the village. So the families with surplus food gave some to the village chief and asked him to give the original owner a meal every day so that at least she would not starve to death.

Sometimes the original owner would wander around the village, and people who had leftovers at home would feel sorry for him and give him a bite to eat. In this way, the original owner grew up to the age of seven.

When Ming Huaixi came out, the village chief had already gone far away. It was at this time that she felt her stomach aching with hunger. She picked up the bowl from outside the door, went back to the house, found a pair of chopsticks, and started eating without any disgust.

Facts have proved that if a person eats when he is extremely hungry, even the spicy whole grain rice will taste delicious.

After finishing his meal, Ming Huaixi washed the bowl and walked to the village chief's house with the bowl in his arms. "Grandpa Village Chief, I'm here to return the bowl." Ming Huaixi knocked on the door and shouted at the top of his voice.

The door opened with a "creak".

A woman came out, "Hello sister-in-law, I'm here to return the bowl."

The woman looked at Ming Huaixi with some disgust, took the bowl with some disgust, then turned around and went back to the house without saying a word to Ming Huaixi.

There was another "creak" and the door was closed.

Ming Huaixi took a step back, afraid of being pinched by the door, touched her nose, looked at herself, and thought, well, she was indeed dirty, she deserved to be despised, then she smelled herself and almost passed out from the stink.

"——yue~"

The original owner was just a seven-year-old child and lacked adult guidance. It was only after his aptitude was tested that he understood some common sense.

A woman who has been strong all her life would not allow herself to be so shameless. Ming Huaixi ran directly to the river. The weather was still hot, so she was not afraid of getting frozen if she went into the river.

"Huh, so comfortable." Ming Huaixi soaked herself in the river. She was so dirty, so she washed her whole body. She also washed her clothes.

After washing, Ming Huaixi went home directly wearing the wet clothes. After returning home, she found a piece of her mother's old clothes in the house, which was not too big. She changed the wet clothes, wrapped herself in that piece of clothes, and hung the wet clothes on the stick outside. In the hot weather, they would dry in a while.

Ming Huaixi began to think about whether there was any way to get some money first, or whether he had to leave here as soon as possible. Who knew who the counterattacker would be this time? What if he came to kill him directly, then he would die at the beginning, which was not acceptable.

The world consciousness is a bit unreliable. He said that he could block the arrival of the counterattacker and give her more time to grow. Ming Huaixi always felt that something would happen to him.

"Let's go to the mountain and find some herbs to buy and make some money."

Ming Huaixi changed into clothes that had been dried in the sun and went up the mountain.

"There are actually spiritual herbs here!" Ming Huaixi was lucky and encountered a spiritual herb not long after he got to the mountain. Although it was only a level one spiritual herb, it was still quite valuable in the mortal world.

Ming Huaixi carefully picked the magical herb according to his memory and hid it on his body. He did not stay on the mountain for long and went straight down the mountain to the town's pharmacy.