When Fang Xing woke up, he felt that his physical body was rather weak. He didn't even have the slightest bit of strength left in him. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a dilapidated roof. Several tiles were broken, revealing bits of the sky. He was covered with a thin, tattered quilt, and it took him a great deal of effort to sit up. He found that he was lying in a dilapidated hall. From the looks of it, it seemed to be a dilapidated temple. In the middle of the hall was a statue of a deity that was half broken and covered in a layer of dust. Even the paint had fallen off. And in the middle of the hall, there was a pot propped up on a wooden fork. It was gurgling, and next to the pot was a little girl!
The rich aroma of porridge wafted out from the pot, stirring up the emptiness in his stomach and causing the fires of hunger to rise.
The feeling of hunger was truly unbearable. For Fang Xing, he had taken the Father Heaven Pill in the Dragon Realm and healed his internal injuries. But after his injuries were healed, his body was at its weakest, and he urgently needed nourishment. It was just that he didn't have the time to do so, so he came out to fight and then came to the 33 Heavens. But he didn't expect that he would encounter such a strange thing and be seriously injured. For him, this kind of injury healed quickly, but he needed nourishment to recover. So at this moment, he was truly unbearably hungry!
It wasn't that cultivators weren't hungry. Sometimes, they were more sensitive to the need for energy than ordinary people, especially after they were injured. Their bodies would feel a great need to replenish their energy. Of course, with their bodies, they might be hungry, but no matter how hungry they were, they wouldn't die even if they didn't eat for a hundred years. Hunger was just a feeling!
Some cultivators cut off this feeling a long time ago, and they also cut off their desires for the mortal world. Their minds were like knives, and they only used spiritual energy to make up for what they lacked. But for Fang Xing, he ate and drank whenever he needed to. Unless he encountered some big trouble or needed to go into seclusion, he never stopped eating three meals a day. He was even more particular and punctual than ordinary people …
It was precisely because of this that when he opened his eyes, the first thing he said was subconsciously, "I'm hungry. Bring me a bowl of porridge!"
This call made the little girl who was sitting beside the earthen jar stare blankly. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes lifeless. Then, she came back to her senses. Without saying a word, she put down the worn-out zither in her arms. Then, she reached out her hand and searched for a long time. She found a chipped rough porcelain bowl and a wooden spoon. She slowly scooped a bowl of vegetable porridge and carefully brought it over …
It wasn't a good porridge. Coarse rice was mixed with wild vegetables and sprinkled with some salt. It was really coarse. In the past, the old man didn't even use this to feed pigs. However, he was hungry now. Smelling the fragrance of the porridge, his appetite actually increased. He gulped down a bowl of porridge and even felt a little unsatisfied. He raised his head and saw that the little girl was already sitting there hugging her zither like a wooden statue. He waved his hand and said, "Another bowl!"
The little girl put down the zither again, groped her way over, took the bowl, and went back to help him scoop the porridge.
It wasn't until this bowl that Fang Xing had some time to consider other things. He slowly drank the porridge while looking at the little girl. He saw that she had delicate features and was very pretty. However, her clothes were worn-out and she looked very poor. The straw sandals on her feet were torn, revealing a toe. Her eyes were wide open, but her eyes were dull and her pupils were unfocused. He asked curiously, "Are you blind?"
The little girl seemed to be a little shy when he asked her. She carefully nodded and sat on a small stool with the zither in her arms.
"Tsk tsk, so you're a mute …"
Seeing this, Fang Xing shook his head with some regret.
"I … I'm not a mute. I just can't see …"
The little girl opened her mouth and gently lowered her head.
"Hehe, I saw that you only nodded and didn't speak. I thought you were a mute …"
Fang Xing laughed and looked around. "What kind of shabby place is this?"
The little blind girl lowered her head and said softly, "This is the territory of the Giant Stone Tribe. They agreed for me to live here!"
"The Giant Stone Tribe? This should be the Thirty-three Heavens, right? "
Fang Xing whispered to himself. After thinking for a while, he asked the little blind girl curiously.
"Thirty-three Heavens?"
The little blind girl didn't understand. "What's that?"
Fang Xing thought for a while and said with a smile, "She's asking you what territory this place belongs to?"
Hearing this, the little blind girl lowered her head and said, "This is the Giant Stone Tribe …"
Fang Xing was speechless. He said with a wry smile, "Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. Did you save me just now?"
The little blind girl lowered her head even more and hugged the zither in her arms tightly. She said, "I went to dig wild vegetables and met you and your child on the way back. He said that you encountered a wild beast and it bit you. Since you had nowhere to heal, I … I brought you here!"
"My child?"
Fang Xing was stunned. He touched his chest and found that the Grand Illusionary Mirror was gone. He asked hurriedly, "Where is the little bastard?"
The little blind girl was also stunned. "Isn't he your son?"
Fang Xing was stunned. He said with a wry smile, "How could I have such an unreliable son? Where did he go?"
The little blind girl replied with an "oh" and didn't ask further. She said in a low voice, "He was called by the chief. The Giant Stone Tribe usually doesn't take in strangers with unknown backgrounds. The chief said that he would ask him about your background. He asked me to wait here for you to wake up …"
"I see …"
Fang Xing roughly understood. After finishing the second bowl of porridge, he put the bowl aside and lay down comfortably. He rubbed his stomach and said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect to encounter such a strange thing. I didn't expect to be taken in by a little blind girl like you …"
Although the vegetable porridge was coarse and didn't have much food in it, he felt much more comfortable now that he had some food in his stomach. At Fang Xing's level, what he ate was not important. He only cared about the taste. As for energy replenishment, even dragon liver and phoenix gall couldn't do it. He could only breathe in and out and take pills for cultivation. Therefore, after eating two bowls of vegetable porridge, he felt full. He lay down lazily on the haystack and began to ponder with a straw in his mouth. He used his divine sense to check his current condition!
When he broke into this domain, the injuries he suffered were not light. However, they were not comparable to the internal injuries he had suffered previously. His current injuries looked terrifying, but they were all external injuries. He would only need to rest for ten days to half a month before he could recover. If he were to consume the Heavenly Grandmaster Pill, it would only take a day or two …
"This should be the Thirty-three Heavens, but I don't know which day and place it is …"
He thought to himself. A wisp of divine sense came out of his shell and explored the surroundings. He found that the Giant Stone Tribe he was in was located in a deep forest, surrounded by dense forests and dangerous mountains and rivers. Within a radius of three hundred miles, there were about four or five such small tribes where humans lived. They didn't live in tall houses or halls, but in small thatched huts. There were about a hundred families. There were farming tools at the door and animal skins were drying behind the houses. Obviously, they were small clans that relied on farming and hunting for a living.
And now he was in a dilapidated temple at the head of the village. He didn't know how many years there had been no incense burning there.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he asked the little blind girl a few more questions and found that she didn't know much. She only knew that this place was called the Giant Stone Tribe.
"Coo …"
The little blind girl answered Fang Xing's question in a soft voice, but her stomach growled. She blushed a little and covered her stomach carefully, as if she wanted to use this method to cover the sound. However, it awakened Fang Xing from his contemplation. He looked at her and said with a smile, "My stomach will growl when it's hungry. What's there to be embarrassed about? The vegetable porridge tastes good. I'm already full. You can eat yours!"
"The porridge … has … been eaten up …"
The little blind girl lowered her head. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She seemed a little embarrassed.
"Huh? Why is it so little? "
Fang Xing was slightly stunned and said disdainfully, "Why are you so lazy? Just make a little more!"
"There's … no rice left!"
The little blind girl seemed a little embarrassed, but she didn't want to say anything more. She stood up and took out a shabby bamboo basket from behind the temple door. There were still some wild vegetables in it. She fumbled for water and washed them, put them into the crock, and added a ladle of water. It seemed that she was going to eat it. However, Fang Xing was stunned and felt a little embarrassed. He just smelled the porridge and drank two bowls of it. He didn't expect that he would eat the last rations of the little blind girl.
"My dear guest, don't be embarrassed. The chief will distribute the rations in three days …"
Hearing Fang Xing's silence, the little blind girl blew the fire under the crock and comforted Fang Xing.
"I'm not embarrassed …"
Fang Xing answered as if it was a matter of course.
"Oh …"
The little blind girl answered after a while. Her face was a little red.
Fang Xing asked curiously, "But can you be full eating only wild vegetables?"
"Yes!"
The little blind girl blew the fire and sat quietly at the side, waiting for the water to boil.
"By the way, I still have half a pomegranate. You can have a taste!"
Fang Xing searched through the skull and found that the things inside were not good. There was not much that he could give to the little girl, but there was still half of the purple pomegranate that he obtained in the Dragon World. He took it out and threw it to the little blind girl. The little blind girl did not stand on ceremony and thanked Fang Xing softly. Then, she fumbled around and found the pomegranate. Then, she carefully peeled the pomegranate. There were two small handfuls in total. She handed one to Fang Xing and ate the other one slowly. It seemed that she really treated the pomegranate as a pomegranate and did not know how precious it was.
Fang Xing didn't think that there was anything wrong with it. In his eyes, it was just a pomegranate.
'You give me two bowls of vegetable porridge and I will give you half a pomegranate. This is a very fair thing …'
"The food in the tribe is not enough to eat. I can't leave two outsiders here …"
Before he finished eating the pomegranate, he suddenly heard a sound outside. A large group of people came to the temple door.
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