After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 12 The Night
The weather was cold, Shen Qingyi didn't stay outside for too long.

Go back to the main hall, pack up your things, and leave the main hall.

"boom!"

The loud sound woke up Shen Qingyi who fell asleep at night.

Shen Qing suddenly got up from the bed.

I saw that the window that was closed before going to bed was opened at this moment.

Outside, there was a strong wind blowing goose feathers and heavy snow.

The snow on the ground was also lifted, and countless snowflakes floated in from the windows.

Shen Qing hurriedly got up from the bed, put on a bamboo hat, and was about to close the window.

"Hoohoo!"

All of a sudden, the strong wind and the accumulated snow rushed towards Shen Qingyi.

"Snapped!"

As soon as Shen Qing couldn't dodge in time, a cold touch suddenly appeared on his face.

He reached out and touched his face.

The snow melted, and water stains dripped from between the fingers.

Shen Qingyi was slightly taken aback.

She felt a warmth just now.

But how can the snow be warm?

Shen Qing was puzzled, the strong wind and heavy snow outside the house remained the same.

"Oh!"

There was another loud noise, and Shen Qing was startled, it came from the main hall.

Shen Qingyi was afraid that the strong wind would blow open the doors and windows of the main hall and damage the things inside.

Shen Qing ignored the doubts in his heart, fastened his cloak, put on his shoes, and went to the main hall.

It was only a short distance from the corridor, the cold wind and snowflakes made Shen Qingyi's face bruise from the cold.

Sure enough, when she arrived at the main hall, she saw the door of the main hall was open, and countless snowflakes were blowing into the main hall with the strong wind.

Several portraits hanging high in the main hall were also swaying in the strong wind.

The window on the left side has been blown open by the wind.

An incense burner on the side also fell to the ground, spilling incense ash all over the floor.

Shen Qing quickly went to close the door and window.

After closing the doors and windows, Shen Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Back at the place of sacrifice, he bowed to the portrait and raised his hand to smooth the portrait.

"hiss!"

Shen Qing suddenly withdrew his hand.

There was a stabbing pain in the fingertips, and blood dripped to the ground.

Shen Qingyi did not expect that the edges of this seemingly ordinary and soft scroll would be so hard.

It was just a light touch, and his finger was cut by it.

Wiping off the blood from his fingers, Shen Qingyi squatted down and picked up the incense burner on the ground.

However, when cleaning the incense ash on the ground, they found something like a wooden stick.

Shen Qing picked up the stick that was stained with incense ash.

"call!"

The ash was blown away, revealing the true face of the wooden stick.

A small stick that looks like wood and iron, and there are mottled patterns on it.

It looked old and ordinary on the outside, but Shen Qingyi didn't deal with it casually.

She didn't know where it came from, so taking it without asking was considered stealing.

Shen Qingyi flipped the little stick left and right, looked around the hall, but finally couldn't find where the stick came from.

After cleaning up everything, Shen Qing put the wooden stick back on a wooden table in the corner of the main hall.

I'm going to ask the dean when he comes back, if it's not something important, it's not too late to clean it up.

Shen Qing closed the door of the main hall, turned and left.

What she didn't know was that after she left, the portrait that once cut her finger moved in the windless hall.

A flash of spiritual light flashed from the corner.

As soon as Shen Qing returned to his residence, he pushed open the door and got into the bed which was still a little warm.

I exhaled with my hands, rubbed them vigorously, tightened the quilt, and fell asleep again.

In his sleep, Shen Qingyi seemed to smell a mild sandalwood fragrance.

And the originally cold body gradually warmed up.

Early the next morning, Shen Qingyi got up to pack his things.

The closer it was to New Year's Eve, the more lively the alchemists became.

Although many monks and mortals have left to go home for the new year, there are also many new monks and mortals pouring in.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are many monks and mortals with families.

But many more are homeless.

(End of this chapter)