I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 29 Shadows in the White Mist
At first, the adults didn't pay attention to the two children's actions, until Meng Ziyang's surprised voice rang out, and Lin Qingquan looked at the two of them.

He paused for two seconds, then suddenly stood up abruptly. He took two steps to Meng Qi's side, half-squatting down and looking at her with slight nervousness, asking, "Swallowed it?"

Qi nodded blankly. She hadn't actually reacted yet. It wasn't her fault; the thing practically melted in her mouth, and she couldn't even feel it before it disappeared.

"What does it feel like?"

Meng Qi smacked her lips twice, about to say she didn't feel anything, when suddenly, with a whoosh, a cloud of white mist appeared in front of her. Just a moment ago she was in the kitchen, sitting at the dining table with her grandpa, mom and old Lin Ziyang, how come she was all alone now?

She stared blankly at the white mist around her, not understanding what was happening.

But Meng Qi was bold, a trait she inherited from her mother, Meng Shulan. So even though she didn't know the situation, she wasn't afraid, but cautiously moved forward slowly.

After walking for a short while, the fog in front of us thinned out a bit, and we could vaguely make out a figure ahead.

However, the shadow was shrouded in white mist and could not be seen clearly.

Meng Qi asked bluntly, "Hello? Who are you?"

No one spoke, which meant that they ignored her.

Pretty arrogant!
Mengqi thought, "I'll go over there, drag you out, and beat you up. Let's see if you're still so arrogant then."

With that thought in mind, she kept walking towards the shadow shrouded in white mist, but as she walked, she realized something was wrong. It seemed that the distance between her and the shadow remained the same, without shortening at all.

Weird!

Just as she was trying to figure out what was going on, a familiar voice suddenly called out, "Xiao Qi? Xiao Qi!"

Is that Lao Lin?

Meng Qi was overjoyed and was about to turn around to find her father when the scene suddenly changed, and she was back in the kitchen.

She blinked, then blinked hard again, to make sure she was in her own kitchen and that her grandparents, her parents, her father, and Ziyang were all around her.

So you just had a dream?

"Xiao Qi, come out and sit cross-legged in the courtyard."

Lin Qingquan was a cultivator, and the dense, visible energy of heaven and earth surrounding his daughter's body pained him. But the kitchen was too small; it wasn't a place where he could absorb energy and transfer it to his dantian.

Meng Jiu's yard is very spacious. He had put in a lot of effort to make sure that one-year-old Meng Qi could crawl freely, and he laid a very thick and smooth cement floor.

At this moment, the father and daughter sat down cross-legged in the yard. Lin Qingquan then called to the other three people, "Dad, you all sit down cross-legged around Xiao Qi. I'll teach you how to circulate your qi to your dantian."

The fox demon had cultivated for eight hundred years, and almost ninety percent of the purest and most refined energy of heaven and earth that it had accumulated was in its demon core.

Meng Qi swallowed the demon core, but she was too young to absorb and convert the energy of heaven and earth into her own, so the energy leaked out and lingered around her body.

It would be such a waste to let all this energy escape, so let's all help absorb it and convert as much as we can.

So, in Meng Jiu's courtyard, this scene unfolded: all five of them, adults and children, sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and began to breathe in and out, then followed Lin Qingquan's instructions to regulate their breathing.

After repeating this a few times, he no longer needed to provide much guidance; everyone could practice their breathing independently.

Meng Qi had actually known this for a long time, but the Jade Fairy's teaching wasn't as detailed as Old Lin's. After repeatedly flushing her body with the gas several times, she felt her whole body felt clear and unobstructed.

"Huh? What are they doing?"

About half an hour later, the gate of Meng Jiu's courtyard was pushed open, and Meng Zichen and the tall and strong Meng Shubing walked in from outside.

The two looked at the five people who had their eyes closed as if in a meditative state, exchanged glances, and were both puzzled.

Meng Zichen reached out to pat Meng Shulan's shoulder, but Meng Shubing stopped him, saying, "She might be practicing some kind of divine skill. Don't touch her, or you might go berserk."

He smiled as he spoke of going astray in his cultivation, clearly joking. Meng Shubing pointed to the kitchen and whispered in Meng Zichen's ear, "I don't know what your Ninth Grandfather cooked, but it smells amazing. Come on, have a bowl and try it."

The clay pot is still on the stove. Because it's covered, the temperature is maintained—neither too hot nor too cold—just right for drinking.

Meng Shubing lifted the lid of the casserole. The faint aroma he had just smelled outside was nothing compared to the rich fragrance before him.

Meng Jia's thirteenth son couldn't help but drool.

"Hey, Uncle's cooking skills are amazing now! What is it that smells so good?"

The two of them didn't stand on ceremony at all, each finishing a bowl of soup and eating all the meat in the pot.

Finally, seeing that there was really none left, he reluctantly put down the bowl.

As Meng Shubing came out of the kitchen, he looked up and met Meng Qi's dark eyes.

The little girl narrowed her eyes. "Uncle, you drank all the soup that my grandpa left for my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, didn't you?"

Meng Shubing remained unfazed. "Hey Xiao Qi, this soup is too nourishing. Your great-grandparents are too old to handle it. Tomorrow I'll catch a pigeon and make them pigeon soup."

"Are you trying to fool a child?" Meng Qi rolled her eyes.

Meng Shubing chuckled dismissively, then pointed at the other four people who still had their eyes closed and asked, "What kind of divine skill are you practicing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four people he was pointing at opened their eyes one after another.

Meng Jiu was closest to him. She first rubbed her legs, which were a little numb from being crossed, then stood up and slapped him on the back of the head. "Who are you pointing that paw at?"

"Uncle."

"Go over there and sit cross-legged. Qingquan, teach him how to breathe and circulate his energy."

After saying that, Meng Jiu turned to look at Meng Zichen, who shuddered and quickly rolled over to sit down cross-legged.

The whole family started practicing kung fu before we even started eating. When I went back to the kitchen, the rice and dishes were still there, but the soup was gone.

Meng Jiu simply heated it up, and everyone made do with a meal.

After finishing his meal, Lin Qingquan went to the courtyard to watch the two practice their breathing exercises.

Although Meng Shubing was tall and burly, he could learn breathing techniques very quickly and was a natural at martial arts.

But it was Meng Zichen.
He repeated how he inhaled and exhaled, which made Lin Qingquan laugh in exasperation.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Get up, everyone."

Meng Jiu looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression. "You two came here because you need something?"

They both glanced at Meng Qi simultaneously.

Before dinner, Meng Ziyang found Meng Zichen and told him that Meng Qi had killed the python last time. He said that his aunt wasn't just strong; she was really amazing.

Then I told him, if this snake isn't a demon, how could it smell so good?

So the snake meat he sold for 300 yuan per catty last time was actually snake demon meat.

As for whether it was sold cheaply, Meng Ziyang, being a child, naturally wouldn't know.

But he knew his aunt wanted to eat mutton.

See you tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)