I am doing meritorious deeds in Liaozhai

Song Yushan slept for two full days before waking up, but he still felt weak when he woke up.

"Are you awake?" Qin Yuan was meditating in her bedroom. As soon as she moved, she got up quickly and came to her side.

Song Yushan was still in a daze when she sat up. When she saw her senior sister, she subconsciously put her arms around her waist and said coquettishly, "Senior sister~ I'm so hungry!"

Qin Yuan choked back the lesson that came to his lips: "Wait a minute!"

After going out, he did not forget to close the bedroom door, lest the horse couldn't help but poke its head again.

There was also a small kitchen in the backyard. She guessed that the junior sister had slept for so long, and she might be hungry when she woke up, so she kept boiling water and prepared all the ingredients.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a bowl of Yangchun noodles overflowing with scallions was brought to Song Yushan's bedside.

Song Yushan sniffed, and the glutton in his stomach was hooked up: "It smells so good!"

There was only the sound of "suction" in the room.

Light but delicious noodle soup, moderately soft noodles, fried and fragrant eggs, and the Yangchun noodles made by my senior sister are the best in the world!

Song Yushan ate cleanly with soup and noodles.

Feeling relieved, she also remembered what stupid things she had done before.

Qin Yuan put away the bowls and chopsticks with a serious face, and said seriously: "Junior Sister, you slept for two whole days and two nights, I watched your complexion the day before yesterday, and it was only a little bit short, and your blood and essence were exhausted. More, the injury is still good, I'm afraid I'm going to die!"

Song Yushan was also frightened and quickly gave up: "Senior sister, I did it rashly without understanding the difficulty of piercing the soul with the perfect level paper. I don't dare to do it anymore!"

It was indeed too dangerous. Fortunately, what she made was a paper horse, but it was bigger and not as spiritual as a paper doll. She chose the moonlight night for some spirituality.

If she really decided to make a paper sedan chair before, and made a paper man to carry the sedan chair first, and didn't pick a good day, then she might be taken out of time, or even weakened to death.

This is different from the slap-sized paper figurine like Xiao Jia.

She underestimated the difficulty of this.

With her current cultivation base, it is still too much for her to make large consummation-level paper bundles.

In a short period of time, not only large items were stuck in paper, but even small paper figurines of the Perfection level were no longer dared to be made by her.

Seeing that she realized the seriousness of the matter, Qin Yuan's tense face eased, and he sat down on the edge of the bed: "Do you know that you scared me to death! The miserable appearance of you fainted at that time, I almost I thought you were out of breath!"

"It's Yushan's fault that makes senior sister worried about me."

Song Yushan recalled that if the same thing happened to her senior sister, she would probably be the same as her senior sister.

She was the one who lost her body and fell into a coma, but the one who was awake was worried, which was even more difficult.

"咴咴~"

"Dong Dong~"

The bedroom door slammed loudly.

Song Yushan turned to look at the door.

Qin Yuan: "..."

She stood up helplessly and opened the door: "You are not allowed to squeeze in, you can only poke your head in and take a look!"

The horse eagerly stretched its head in and said: "咴咴~"

"This paper horse has refused to leave the door for several days." Qin Yuan said as he saw a slender white hand on the horse's head.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw that the junior sister who was supposed to be resting on the bed came behind her barefoot without knowing when.

"My dear horse, you are so handsome, what should I name you?"

"It must be a handsome name to be worthy of you. You are like black forging, why not call it Wuzhao! Wuzhao horse is a famous horse..."

"Junior Sister!" Qin Yuan was very angry, grabbed her by the collar, dragged her back to the bed, and said fiercely: "You give me an honest bed rest, when will the blood and essence come back?" , when will you get out of bed!"

Song Yushan knew he was wrong, he smiled, and obediently rolled up the corner of the quilt, and sealed himself in the bed: "Senior sister, don't be angry, I promise to rest and recuperate obediently!"

Qin Yuan snorted: "Just lie down and I'll kill a chicken and make soup for you!"

"Yeah!" Song Yushan nodded with a smile, not to be obedient.

Qin Yuan walked to the door aggressively holding his sword.

Wuzhen immediately moved away, and only after she was far away did she dare to stick her head into the door and greet her master: "咴咴~"

Song Yushan was very bored lying on the bed, so he took out "Introduction to Formation" from the Qiankun bag.

As soon as she opened the first page, the stern-faced senior sister jumped in from the window and took away the book in her hand with an expressionless face: "The formation book looks very painful, so please leave it here first, and other magic books too." stop looking."

Song Yushan: "..."

You don't have to read the formation book, nor can you read other magic tricks.I'm afraid it's very sad to be in bed!
But she didn't dare to refute, the chicken that the senior sister had raised for so long was rare in the past, but this time she didn't hesitate to kill it to make soup for him.

She is still obedient and obedient, and it is better not to let the senior sister worry about it.

"咴咴~"

Wu Zhui was in high spirits and never seemed tired, but her master felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

Suddenly thought of something, she took out a record of practice experience from Qiankun bag, and asked her senior sister cautiously: "Can I read this? The records of seniors are all written like travel notes, it doesn't take any brains at all!"

Qin Yuan took it over and flipped it over roughly, then nodded in agreement.

Song Yushan let out a long breath, okay, okay, I can still read the record of my experiences!

The senior sister really went out this time.

She also read the journal of her experiences to pass the time.

This time the bedridden time was far longer than she expected, and she lay down for more than half a month. Although she could get out of bed and walk around later, she still couldn't leave the yard, and could only read the experience records of her grandparents.

The recording was interesting, but she was going crazy.

The most important thing is that it is already the beginning of the month again, "The Misplaced Life of the Real and Fake Daughter" has been updated again, and her last saved manuscripts have been used up.

Although a new issue of the newspaper will not be released until the first day of June next time, time must be reserved in advance for typesetting and printing.

After all, before the middle of this month at the latest, she would have to write out the thirteen to fifteen chapters for the next issue and send them back to Fushui County.

Otherwise, "Yinshi Zabao" will open the skylight!
This will not work!

But the senior sister would watch her Qi every day, and after more than half a month of raising her, she was indeed better, but the senior sister's standard was still much worse.

Senior sister estimates that by the end of this month, most of the recovery will be done, and she will just pay attention to slowly replenishing her body later on.

But her manuscript couldn't wait until the end of the month, so she could only secretly write a little while her senior sister was cooking every day.

Fortunately, Wu Zhui was smart enough to report the news to her.

It was not in vain that she had been sluggish all these days in order to give Wu Zai some inspiration. Seeing this horse made her feel a little better.

After writing in secret for more than ten days, I finished the manuscript before the middle of the month and secretly sent it out.

Seeing Xiaoyi leave with the manuscript in her arms, she really breathed a sigh of relief. These days, the fear is too tortured.