The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

"I'll go back tomorrow morning."

After Xiao Han finished speaking, he stood high in the sky and stared blankly at the mountains under the night sky.

Shui Wuhen didn't know about Xiao Han's previous mortal life, but he could see that Xiao Han had no joy at meeting her relatives, which only meant that she didn't have any relatives who were truly kind to her.

In fact, there is also fate between relatives.

Shui Wuhen suddenly felt that he had been too talkative. Seeing that Xiao Han was not in high spirits, he said, "The mortals in this world are so lively at night. Let's go and take a look."

It was rare that Boss Shui was interested in shopping in the mortal world, so Xiao Han naturally wouldn't refuse.

The two randomly found a city near the Qinling Mountains and walked on the streets.

Brightly lit shops, supermarkets, and various late-night snack stalls.

Those delicacies that Xiao Han had never dared to think about before, now when she sees them again, she has no desire to eat them at all.

Young couples strolled arm in arm, while mothers pushing strollers browsed the children's clothing shops. Bikers in yellow vests occasionally passed by, as did pedestrians hurrying by, talking on their phones.

Looking at the busy people coming and going around him, Xiao Han thought of his past self.

Then she thought about her life of cultivating immortals. If there wasn't a living Shui Wuhen by her side, she would have felt that the so-called life of cultivating immortals was actually a dream.

But in fact, no matter whether you were working like a slave for a few thousand yuan a month at that time, or you are a great monk who can fly into the sky and hide in the earth now, in any situation, you just need to live in the present.

As for her relatives, she has lived for almost a thousand years, so what is there to be unhappy about?

She wouldn't miss them, but now that she was back and had the ability, she could give them some money as a way of repaying the kindness of giving birth to her.

It can be considered as another form of severing worldly ties.

However, if she wanted to give some money, she had to ask Tang Qi for help.

Thinking of this, she said to Shui Wuhen, who was walking beside her as if taking a stroll, but was actually a little daydreaming: "Shui Daojun, I have something to take care of, so I won't accompany you shopping."

Shui Wuhen had originally used shopping to distract her because he saw she was suddenly feeling down. Since she had other things to do, he naturally wouldn't stop her.

"It just so happens that I've also had some insights and would like to find a place to sit quietly for a while. You can go and do your own thing."

Shui Wuhen's casual excuse made Xiao Han envious again.

Are these big guys so easy to understand?

The two flew back to the Qinling Mountains together.

Shui Wuhen randomly found a mountain top and pretended to meditate, while Xiao Han flew to the place where Tang Qi had fallen previously.

Tang Qi, who had just finished checking the Feng Shui compass, was about to fly back to headquarters overnight when he suddenly heard Xiao Han's voice: "Tang Qi, come out for a moment."

Tang Qi hurriedly ran out of the house, and the next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Xiao Han used his spiritual power to lift him high into the air and said straight to the point, "Can you give me one million in cash? Use old, non-consecutive banknotes. I can exchange them for something."

Tang Qi hurriedly said, "Senior, what are you talking about? You gave me a priceless treasure, the Qiankun Bag, and so many spirit stones. What's the point of one million in cash? I can get you ten million."

Xiao Han waved his hand, "You don't need that much. One million is enough. Any more is useless. Just put it in an ordinary travel bag."

For her father, one million is a huge sum of money that he could never earn in his entire life. Giving him too much would only harm him.

She didn't want Tang Qi and the current officials to know her past and her current family, so she acted according to the routine of kidnappers demanding ransom in previous TV dramas.

Although Tang Qi didn't understand why Xiao Han could give away those rare treasures so easily but couldn't even take out a million in cash, he knew that everyone had their own privacy, so it would be better for him not to ask too much.

He would do whatever his seniors asked of him.

"So when do you need it? Should I send the money here?"

Xiao Han said, "It would be fine if I could have the money tomorrow morning. Just send it here."

These people have helicopters to ride when they go out. With such high salaries, it must be very convenient for them to use helicopters to send the money here.

Tang Qi immediately said no problem.

After Xiao Han put him down again, he thought that the three Mahayana monks were meditating and seeking enlightenment, and since he had nothing to do, he might as well travel around.

She flew away invisibly, and the first place she went to was the coastal city where she had worked for several years.

After searching with his powerful spiritual sense, he soon saw the familiar streets in his memory.

However, when her spiritual sense searched for the small garment factory where she worked when she traveled through time, she found that the garment factory was gone and had become a small hardware factory.

I didn't expect that in just two or three years, the familiar factory and co-workers were all gone.

Near the factory, after the old house was demolished, a new building has been built on the vacant land that once lifted her up to the sky.

Xiao Han stood high in the sky, sighed for a while, and then traveled around.

The scenery under the night sky was greatly reduced without the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds, but she could still appreciate the scenic spots and historical sites that she had envied when she was a mortal.

These landscapes are really nothing worth seeing for her now. The reason she wants to see them is just for the dreams that were once out of reach for her when she was a mortal.

I remember there was a saying in China in the past: Traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, which means that immortals can travel around the world in one day.

Now she finally has the power of this legendary god, and can be said to have returned home in glory, becoming a living god.

When the morning sun once again filled the earth, Xiao Han returned to Qinling Mountains and found that Tang Qi was already standing outside the house of the secret base in the Qinling Mountains, looking up at the sky.

At his feet was a bulging suitcase.

Xiao Han used his spiritual power to take the luggage bag away, then sent a voice message to Tang Qi to express his gratitude.

Tang Qi originally had a lot to say to Xiao Han, for example, the head of their department was in the room and wanted to see her.

Unfortunately, Xiao Han didn't show up and just took the luggage bag away.

Xiao Han quickly found the small mountain village where she had lived for fifteen years high in the sky.

She has never been home since she left home to work when she was still a minor.

Now that she really saw him again, she thought she would be excited and full of emotion.

But when it really came to this moment, she found that she was neither sad nor happy.

The dilapidated old house in her memory is gone, replaced by a two-story building that is common in rural areas nowadays.

Inside the house, she saw her grandmother, who had always disliked her and always complained that girls were money-losing goods. She also saw her father, a strange middle-aged woman, and a little boy of about ten.

That little boy was not her biological brother with the same father and mother. Her biological brother should be about fifteen or sixteen years old now.

Obviously, the middle-aged woman is her stepmother, and the little boy should be the child brought by her stepmother.

At this time, the four of them were sitting together having breakfast.

Even though her two closest relatives were there, it was really not the home she remembered.