Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

When she was trading with Yu Ying the next day, she noticed that Song Pan'er was in a bad mood and asked about it.

Song Paner told Yu Ying what had happened to her.

"Sister Yu, I don't know if I'm being pretentious. Seeing those people fall to the ground and die, I really feel very sad."

She had never felt this way before when she killed the refugees who stole their things.

Perhaps it was because the people she met these two days were ordinary people who had no ill will towards her.

After hearing what she said, Yu Ying also sighed.

"You are not being hypocritical, but because you have a kind heart."

"It also has something to do with the education we received since childhood."

Yu Ying slowly recounted her life before she traveled through time.

"I was a war correspondent before I traveled through time..." she said, laughing self-deprecatingly, "I died on the battlefield and ended up in this Jianghu plane now."

It is precisely because she has witnessed the cruelty of war that she feels how precious it is to have a kind heart.

"But, kid, you're still too young. Even with the Plane Trading System, it can't save everyone. In a world like that, being able to protect yourself and your family is a blessing."

"Don't think too much, put yourself first. When it's time for you to step up, God will guide you."

After the voice finished saying this Zen-like sentence, the transaction channel was suddenly disconnected, and the time for this transaction had come.

Song Pan'er held the secret book in her hand, and Yu Ying's last few words kept echoing in her mind.

"When I need to stand up, God will give me guidance..."

"Pan'er, are you okay?" Qian Jinfeng's voice sounded not far away.

Song Pan'er put the Qinggong secret book into the supermarket, stood up and said, "Okay."

Qian Jinfeng came over immediately.

She knew why her daughter was in a bad mood, but she had no way to help her and could only choose to accompany her silently.

She thought that perhaps it was because of her daughter's kindness that Guanyin Bodhisattva accepted her daughter as a disciple.

"How was your class today?" She asked with a smile, holding Song Paner's hand.

Song Pan'er looked up at her mother and said, "Thank you, mother."

Thank you for understanding me, tolerating me, and accompanying me.

Let me have a harbor called "home" in such a difficult world.

Qian Jinfeng touched her head and said, "There's no need for us mother and daughter to thank each other. As long as you're well, I'll be well too."

Song Pan'er hugged Qian Jinfeng's waist, buried her head in her arms, sniffed, and then... "Mom, you smell so bad!"

Qian Jinfeng: ... "I think you're asking for a beating!"

She raised her hand to hit someone, and Song Pan'er hurriedly ran away.

The mother and daughter kept circling around the camp. Song Dahe felt relieved when he saw them playing.

I hope my daughter returns to normal.

We had wild vegetable pancakes tonight, and then each person was given a piece of dried meat to chew slowly.

After dinner, Song Paner took out the Qinggong secret book she had just exchanged for today and said, "Starting today, we are going to learn Qinggong."

Except for Tie Wenqin, everyone's eyes lit up.

But there was no other way. Since everyone else was learning, he had to learn too. He could only grit his teeth and persevere.

But I was praying silently in my heart, hoping to get to the county town as soon as possible so that I could buy materials and start work.

Think about it, I’m already old, but I still have to learn literature and martial arts. Who the hell can I complain to?

After training, he was covered in sweat and had no place to take a shower. Tie Wenqin couldn't sleep for half the night because of the bad smell on his body.

Turning around, Yang Shaochun, who was on night watch, was still practicing his shooting skills silently not far away.

Tie Wenqin: ...Young people are in good health.