"Get a good rest." Mengling dragged Qiuyan back on the mattress and lay down, then left the room with a bowl. Qiuyan was left alone looking at the wooden roof and crying silently.

It's really bad luck. I've eaten strange things these days. Qiu Yan counted with tears in his eyes what he ate, the green fruit called ma fruit, and the jade that he relied on to survive. The last thing was the medicine provided by Meng Ling with unknown origin.

Although the taste is still good, as long as you recall that the thing was still squirming when it slipped into the abdomen, Qiu Yan felt nausea and nausea. The slightly sweet and cold taste tormented Qiu Yan's nerves like a nightmare...

I want to vomit so much! Although Qiu Yan has this idea, it is extremely difficult for him to turn over. At that time, the things he vomited will flow into his stomach again...

Forget it, I gave up. Since this is the case, Qiu Yan had to give up and force himself to forget that bad thing.

Lying on the mattress, there was nothing to do, so Qiu Yan began to continue to try to use the Yanling Art. After all, practicing is not a matter of overnight. Even if you have no clue for the time being, it will not be a reason to give up on your practice.

Qiu Yan once again began to carry out the spiritual chapter, but still did not make any substantial progress. But this time, Qiu Yan felt a strange feeling after the operation, and the feeling was indescribable, as if something new was gradually revealed to him in the world.

Although there was only a little bit of vague feeling, at least I took a real step. Qiu Yan was not happy for long, and the closed door was opened again. Needless to say, Yun Fei's body instinctively developed a sense of resistance.

"Is it the next day?" Qiu Yan was struggling for a long time and only said one sentence was left.

"It seems you've been sleeping for a long time." Meng Ling didn't say much. The bowl containing a piece of transparent soft object was placed in front of Qiu Yan. This time, he did not hand the bowl to Qiu Yan's hands, but directly sent it to Qiu Yan's mouth.

The fragrance of a girl that hits her face cannot save Qiu Yan's heart. Once again, I realized the disgusting feeling that seemed to be a living creature slipping into her stomach. Qiu Yan's eyes were a little dissipated. This is really not something that people can eat, no matter how good it tastes...

It is said that good medicine is bitter, so is this sweet one poison? Qiu Yan never complains about this inhumane drug in his heart.

However, no matter how nausea is, the effect of the medicine is still very obvious. The numb feeling that gathers in Qiu Yan's body gradually begins to dissipate. Instead, it is a feeling of pain. If it hurts, it means that you have initially recovered your physical sensation.

After a few days of recuperation, Qiu Yan can walk down the ground.

Qiu Yan saw the whole picture of this backward house for the first time. The floor area is not large, but the layout is quite interesting. What attracted Qiu Yan even more attention was that the sign of the Shuboli Shrine was hung on the front door of the house.

Qiu Yan didn't know what the shrine was like. Meng Ling also saw Qiu Yan's doubts and said, "The shrine is a place where gods are worshipped."

"Divine? The gods who created the God Realm?"

Qiu Yan was immediately interested. Although the divine realm was created by gods, there were not many people who believed in this set. The divine realm was basically a cultivator as powerful as a god who created the divine realm.

When practicing helps people master strength, they naturally deny those too mysterious and unexplainable existences. Public cognition is that as long as their strength reaches a certain level, they can naturally do such things.

Therefore, the word "Divine" will never reach the level of worship. Qiu Yan wanted to know what the person who built this shrine thought.

"Faith can drive away the emptiness in the heart; and the degree of faith can also bring inner comfort and motivation." Meng Ling, who stood in front of Qiu Yan, turned around, "People in the divine world lack such things. Although such things are not based on foundation, the excessive material world will make people's minds indulge in it."

"The existence of the shrine is not to deceive others into superstitiousness, but to purify and cleanse the mind." Meng Ling pursed her red lips slightly, walked into the main hall of the room, sat down there, as if she was beginning to perform the so-called ritual of faith.

Qiu Yan looked at Meng Ling in the ceremony and felt embarrassed to disturb her, so he started to watch the front hall of the shrine on his own. If the atmosphere of this shrine seemed more relaxed than the ancestral halls in the gods that once sacrificed heroes and others, or it was an ethereal feeling, which made people feel very comfortable.

Qiu Yan also began to understand why the faith mentioned by Mengling can cleanse the soul, and such an atmosphere can make people relax. When relaxing, the heart will naturally unload the heavy burden, and after turning to the point of sustenance, the mind will naturally be purified.

As the saying goes, faith will make you feel. If you don’t believe it, it will naturally be of no effect. At this time, Qiu Yan swept a portrait hanging on the wall.

The smiling woman is beautiful and dignified, with her black hair neatly combed, hanging softly on her shoulders, and wearing a strange costume like Mengling. Her face is somewhat similar to Mengling. This portrait is lifelike, and Qiu Yan even has the illusion that a person lives in the painting.

"This is my mother." Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Qiu Yan. He turned his head and saw that Meng Ling had finished the ceremony. He was kneeling on the soft cushion. Looking at the portrait in front of Qiu Yan, his eyes were filled with remembrance, "She is the real owner of this shrine, and this shrine was built by herself."

"It's really amazing." Qiu Yan exclaimed.

When Mengling heard Qiu Yan praise her mother, Mengling smiled faintly. Although Mengling's life seemed as simple as it seemed, Qiu Yan understood that Mengling's identity was definitely not ordinary.

"Then, where is Auntie now?" Qiu Yan said curiously.

"Where." Qiu Yan looked at Meng Ling's pointing, and a lonely grave came into his eyes. Qiu Yan was stunned.

"sorry……"

"It's okay, it's over." Although he said this, Qiu Yan could still feel sad from Mengling's words.

Qiu Yan walked to Mengling's side and sat down at the so-called sacrificial point of the shrine, imitating Mengling's appearance and closed his palms.

"If you pray to the gods, you can express your wishes, right?" Qiu Yan asked with a smile.

"That's it." Meng Ling looked at Qiu Yan strangely, not understanding what he wanted to do.

"Then, Mr. God. Please allow me, a half-baked newcomer, to ask you, please make your benefactor Mengling happy every day. Please!" Qiu Yan lowered his head and thought.

"You idiot! You don't need to say what you pray!" Meng Ling's face suddenly turned red, but the sadness successfully dissipated. Qiu Yan smiled without a trace. It would be nice to pray to the gods like this.

This is a shrine on the lakeside and a special place in the Qilian Mountains. Here, Qiu Yan truly met a girl named Mengling. Qiu Yan's cultivation path finally made progress.

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