Take your childhood sweetheart to cultivate immortality

Liu Wenwen looked at Madam Lu in confusion. Madam Lu smiled weakly and said, "I know my body well. I was not only attacked by the demon cultivator, but also by the demon cultivator.

My heart has been damaged by the evil cultivator, and I won't live long.

I'm so sorry for wasting your good medicine. Can I ask you to help me take care of Jie'er until he grows up, please?

Brother Cheng and I have no parents, so we can only ask you for help. This is what Brother Cheng and I have collected over the years. Consider it my reward for helping me raise Zhijie, okay?" Madam Lu said as she pulled the storage bag from her waist and slowly placed it in Liu Wenwen's hand.

Liu Wenwen looked at the pale-faced Madam Lu and nodded quickly: "Okay, Madam Lu Wenwen agrees to you."

After hearing this, Madam Lu seemed relieved. Her body looked even weaker, and she could hardly support herself. She forced herself to stand up and said to Lu Zhijie.

"Jie'er, Mom is dying. This is your father and Mom's good friend, Sister Liu. Would you please stay with her from now on?"

Lu Zhijie shook his head and cried, "It's cold, it's cold."

Madam Lu said with a bit of sadness, "You stay with your sister for a while. I'll go find Dad and we'll go home together. I'll make you some brown sugar rice cakes, okay? They're so sweet." Madam Lu said more and more weakly.

Lu Zhijie hadn't eaten for two days, so he naturally agreed when he heard it: "Howl~"

Lady Lu said weakly to Liu Wenwen, "I'll leave Zhijie to you. With you, Brother Cheng and I will feel relieved."

As soon as Madam Lu finished speaking, her hands drooped weakly. Liu Wenwen hurried forward and shook Madam Lu, saying, "Madam Lu, Madam Lu?"

The uncle behind him sighed and said, "She has died. Poor child, she lost her mother at such a young age."

Liu Wenwen wiped her tears, picked up Lu Zhijie, and seeing that the child refused to let go, she hurriedly said.

"Zhijie, look, this is sweet, do you want to drink it?"

Lu Zhijie was only about one and a half years old. When he heard the sweet voice, he quickly looked up at Liu Wenwen.

Liu Wenwen understood and quickly added some water to the porcelain bottle to dilute the spiritual honey, and then dropped a small drop of spiritual honey into Jie'er's mouth.

Sure enough, Jie'er's eyes lit up after drinking it.

Seeing that it was effective, Liu Wenwen quickly handed the spiritual honey water to Jie'er, asking him to hold it in his hand and drink it. He also asked Xiaohong to come down and play with Jie'er in the cave.

He carried Madam Lu's body out of the cave, found a place with good scenery, dug a hole and buried it.

Liu Wenwen stood in front of the grave for a while and sighed, "Madam Lu, don't worry, I will raise Jie'er, you can go with peace of mind."

Before Liu Wenwen reached the cave, she heard Jie'er crying loudly in the cave, and her uncle, who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, was also whispering comfort to her.

Liu Wenwen accelerated and flew towards the cave. As soon as she entered the cave, she walked quickly towards Jie'er.

All I heard was Jie'er making a fuss in his uncle's arms: "It's cold, it's cold" and looking for Madam Lu.

Liu Wenwen hurried over, picked up Zhijie and said, "Your mother went to buy some brown sugar rice cakes. We will be able to eat sweet rice cakes soon. Be good and you will be able to eat them soon.

"Would you like to drink this sweet spiritual honey from your sister first?" Liu Wenwen thought as she tried to feed Zhijie some more spiritual honey, but he knocked it all away.

But little Zhijie kept crying until she was tired and fell asleep. Even in her sleep, she was still calling for her mother weakly.

Liu Wenwen sighed and moved his wooden bed out of the space to a secluded corner of the cave.

She gently placed Zhijie on the bed and asked Xiaohong to squat beside the bed, waiting for Zhijie to wake up so that she could talk to him.

Liu Wenwen walked towards his uncle who was guarding the cave entrance and said softly, "Thank you, uncle. I am the outer disciple Liu Wenwen, meeting you. I haven't thanked you yet for taking care of my friends and their families. Wenwen is here, thank you very much." Liu Wenwen said as he bowed.

When the uncle saw him, he nodded and smiled and said, "I am Dao Muya, number 61 of Xuanzi in the Law Enforcement Hall. You can call me Sister Muya or Uncle."

Liu Wenwen hurriedly bowed again and said, "Greetings, Uncle Master Mu Ya."

Dao Muya nodded, supported Liu Wenwen for a while and said, "Your little disciple is quite courageous.

How dare you show up alone in Yunshen City? We launched a general attack two days ago and killed many disciples of the Demon Sect. I think the matter of Yunshen City is about to end.

Then you can go back to the sect with our Law Enforcement Hall. As for your friend's child, we have to let our Law Enforcement Hall verify it.

If the Demon Sect sneaks in, we will kill them immediately. If not, you can bring them to the Tianyan Miscellaneous Service Summit where there will be special people to look after them, or you can bring them with you and let them be looked after by the outer gate."

After hearing this, Liu Wenwen quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Uncle Mu Ya, for your guidance."

"Yes, you go take care of the child first. After a day or two, Daoist Master Liuyun has subdued the old demon Songfeng, and we can return to the sect."

Liu Wenwen nodded in agreement.

After returning to Lu Zhijie's side, he looked for a while and then set up a spiritual mist formation around the bed. Otherwise, with so many wandering cultivators in the cave, it would be very uncomfortable if they kept staring at him for no reason. It would be better to set up a formation to isolate them from the outside.

Thinking that Jie'er was a child about one and a half years old, and eating fasting pills would not be good for his growth, he took out some spiritual rice from the storage bag.

I used my spiritual power to shatter it, thinking about watching my mother cooking on Earth, and seeing if I could make some porridge for the little one.

After searching the space with his mind for a long time, he finally found a stove and a small stone pot in the small storage bag he bought when he first entered the world of cultivation.

The rough outer shell of the crushed rice is blown away with wind, leaving some fine edible rice flour.

Bring out some water, clean the stone pot, then pour the spiritual rice powder into the pot, take out a little spiritual spring and ordinary water from the space, and stir the powder evenly.

He said to Xiaohong who was standing at the head of the bed watching, "You come and light the fire."

Xiaohong nodded, opened her mouth and spit a mouthful of fire towards the bottom of the stove. Unexpectedly, the stove melted instantly, just like the plastic on Earth.

Liu Wenwen quickly called a halt. Fortunately, she was quick to protect the small stone pot, otherwise it would have tipped over and Xiao Zhijie would have no idea what to eat.

Liu Wenwen sighed. The fire of the Flame-Winged Fire Crow was indeed not something that ordinary weapons could withstand.

He could only endure the suffering himself. He dug a narrow pit on the ground a little away from the bed, then placed a small stone pot on it, converted the spiritual power in his dantian into fire, and slowly stewed the rice noodles in the small stone pot.

A quarter of an hour later, a gurgling sound came from the small stone pot, and the water boiled. Liu Wenwen waited for a while until the spiritual rice flour became thick and paste-like. Then Liu Wenwen stopped inputting spiritual fire and put the stone pot into a small storage bag.

I thought that Xiao Zhijie could eat hot rice porridge after he woke up.