Quick Transmigration: Leisure

In the afternoon,

Having regained her energy, Xia Youmi briefly explained some details of her communication with the spirits to the three children.

They were also advised not to be greedy and to try, but not to release their full spiritual consciousness easily at present.

Lacking experience, one can easily be tricked into revealing information by those evil spirits mixed in with them. Furthermore, some ghosts seize the opportunity to pour out their grievances, and if one were to listen carefully to each one, even they might not be able to bear it. One can easily be swayed by sorrowful emotions and lose the ability to maintain accurate judgment.

To summarize her words, it is this: don't believe anything, and be wary of every claim.

Even if it's true, you shouldn't risk your life.

Amid the solemn admonitions of the four Yin Generals, the three little ones nodded vigorously.

A new round of cleaning has been launched.

What Xia Youmi didn't explicitly say was that, in addition to the magical artifacts she had placed on them, they also had items specially sent by Yama, mainly for defense and positioning, capable of withstanding a burst of attacks.

Xia Youmi, Xiao Hei, and even Ox-Head and Horse-Face were not equipped with such a powerful weapon.

They gradually upgraded their equipment through actual combat. The daily set provided by the underworld was useful, but it couldn't handle unexpected situations.

Every day after work, items have to be handed over for unified inventory and maintenance. Over time, they naturally can't compare to the closeness that comes with being on your person.

There are too many rules to sort out.

Xia Youmi couldn't possibly share everything with each student in class first, so they would remember it and then put it into practice at a certain stage.

No one can wait for her to take her time.

"grown ups......"

Thanks to the midday exchange, their overall progress was much smoother than when they first arrived in this land.

Only then did the three little ones realize that Little Black Master's speed could be even faster, giving them ample room to apply what they had learned.

At this moment,

As Qingze gradually got the hang of it, his route became closer to Xia Youmi's, and he couldn't help but ask a question.

"My lord, I thought... you were going to tell some heartwarming stories."

"Uncomfortable?"

“A little,” Qingze said frankly. “Based on my observation this morning, I thought you were trying to influence them and empathize with their grievances, which is why they were so willing to crawl into the gourd.”

“If you were to tell a story, you would find it’s not heartwarming at all.” Xia Youmi laid out the reality: “The fact that they can stay in this place, without even being able to enjoy the normal procedures of the underworld, means that it’s destined to be anything but easy.”

"I understand." Qingze's eyes were a little moist. The fact that he could be a great philanthropist for seven lifetimes meant that he was empathetic by nature, someone who sympathized with the suffering of the people and took it as his duty to relieve the pain of others.

It can be said that his choice to no longer enter the cycle of reincarnation and join the preparatory camp was not only due to his disappointment with reality, but also because he wanted to make a change and use a place with the ability to make a change to benefit more people.

But when he arrived here,

Just as I was about to rejoice in my meager success, just as I was about to be satisfied with the value of the underworld, just as I came into contact with the ladder to heaven that could fulfill my ambitions...

The situation before me remained cold and indifferent.

"My lord, you always surprise us."

"Really?" Xia Youmi thought back and realized that she taught according to her own ideas, without any fancy tricks or anything, just basic courses.

"In the preparatory camp, the stories of Black and White Impermanence are endlessly fascinating," Qingze said with reverence.

"Most of them are stories of the older generation."

“There are many predecessors, but they see you, the second generation, as their role models.”

"Oh?" Xia Youmi raised her voice, slightly smug, but she still spoke humbly and ironically. "That makes sense. The past of the seniors is too far away, while how Xiao Hei and I rose to power is right before our eyes. It's not impossible for us to be replaced."

"No!" Qingze quickly explained, "Although some people think that way, I don't."

"Ha ha!"

Xia Youmi found his flustered state amusing; he was too honest, admitting the inside story before even explaining himself.

"My lord, what I see is that you and Lord Xiao Hei are not bound by convention! The first generation were pioneers, but few can be so great. The second generation, however, are those who, while adhering to ordinary standards, have achieved the ultimate balance between dedication and self-realization!"

Qingze's eyes were full of seriousness.

"Not only are your cultivation techniques so exquisite, but you and Lord Xiao Hei have also cultivated spiritual fields, produced spiritual incense to satisfy your appetites, and possess such profound understanding!"

These compliments made them blush, but Qingze didn't stop there; he continued.

“Chaying, Jijun, and I all felt a breakthrough. This means that you, who have only been in office for three years and are not much older than us, have become very capable masters. If you hadn’t experienced it yourself, you probably would have found it hard to believe.”

"So, it was unexpected?"

"Yes, but not only that." Qingze steered the conversation back to the main topic from the praise. "I thought that since the Black and White Impermanence were so powerful, they would provide the corresponding cultivation method during our second meeting, with such precision that even a newcomer like me could figure it out on my own. So, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of exquisite manuals I would be given after formally becoming their disciple, and how I would practice diligently every day and make rapid progress."

"So, you ended up rolling around in the mud?" Xia Youmi's hands didn't stop moving. Because of the change in route, the areas that Xiao Hei and Niu Tou Ma Mian were responsible for were separated, and Xia Youmi naturally ended up with Xiao Hei. He was worth three groups of Niu Tou Ma Mian.

This time, Qingze came over first, and the other two couldn't just leave the other path unattended.

A distance naturally formed.

therefore,

The rest of the conversation was mostly audible to the three of them. Cha Ying was chatting with Sister Niu Tou, and Ma Mian occasionally responded to Ji Jun, creating a rhythm where no one was idle. Xiao Hei was quietly listening in.

"To be honest, those days were my happiest memories." Qingze looked at Xia Youmi, then glanced at Xiao Hei, sniffed, and said this pitiful thing.

Perhaps no one in the human world has ever experienced so many exciting moments.

They are always discovering and exploring their own potential, and truly realizing the corresponding value.

"Qingze, it's a good thing that you can feel the joy in it," Xia Youmi replied earnestly. "You'll have even more to come in the future."

"Thank you."

Xia Youmi said you have it, not that you will have it again.

This small amount of power was conveyed to Qingze without reservation, and Xiao Hei responded in kind.

"Later, when we went to the battlefield, a sudden surge of resentment filled our hearts, and we felt extremely uncomfortable. We thought you were finally going to reveal the mystery to us, and we even wondered if they had countless stories that corresponded to the suffering that each of the ghost messengers had experienced together."

Xia Youmi nodded slightly, affirming Qingze's inference about the teaching process.

This is one possible solution.

Find the stories of the deceased that correspond to the three little ones, and through this, deeply realize that only by having the good intention to guide them will they be accepted by the other party, and thus be as at ease as Xia Youmi, with the deceased actively complying.

But she didn't tell many stories during the rest period.

Simply listing the colors, coldly distinguishing their respective paths.

However, this journey home was not as smooth as expected, and was even filled with a sense of calculation.

This left Qingze confused; had he chosen the right place to belong?