One of the jobs of the miscellaneous disciples working in Lingtian was to use a spirit hoe to break up those small pieces of mud that had hardened up.

The spirit hoe is the simplest and lowest level of auxiliary magic weapons, after being beaten and soaked by spiritual power, the small iron hoe containing spiritual power can lightly knock open those condensed mud blocks, and scatter the spiritual power back into the mud, so that the herbs growing in the field can better absorb those spiritual powers.

Those tiny iron hoes were only the length of a glutinous rice arm, and they looked very rough, and the spiritual power content in them was not high, but they were enough for the operation of the entire magic weapon, and there was almost no need for the user to send spiritual energy into them. Even a guy like Nuomi, who has just run his true qi once, and can't even touch the threshold of the opening period, should be able to use it easily.

Glutinous rice first tried to use a spirit hoe to knock the congealed mud directly, but the effect was not very ideal. Because she didn't pour her true yuan power into the spirit hoe. Without the spirit array engraved on the handle of the spirit hoe activated by the true yuan force, there is no way to guide the spiritual power inside the spirit hoe and use it well.

After knocking on a small area, the glutinous rice was already so tired that it was drenched in a thin layer of sweat. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and neck, and then cautiously glanced around. However, nothing can be seen.

If you want to use a magic weapon, you must be a cultivator with true element power. But that's not enough. If you don't infuse the true yuan power into the magic weapon, you will consume a lot of body. Just like glutinous rice now, in less than a few square meters, it is already tired and sweaty, and the effect is not ideal at all. She was busy for a long time, and the mud was still sticking hard, but it was a little thinner, not the appearance of ordinary mud.

"There's no sun......"

Nuomi looked up at the mist-shrouded sky, and no sunlight was shining through. In the past few years, Nuomi has been wandering outside, trying various ways to survive, she knows what kind of weather will make her body feel, when to hide and rest, and when to go out to forage. Glutinous rice is like a small animal that lives by instinctive feelings.

Turning his sore wrist, Nuomi found that the miscellaneous disciples around him were still working hard. She followed suit.

The hoe was so heavy that it couldn't be lifted, so the glutinous rice put down the hoe and broke the hard clay with his hands.

Nuomi herself is a thin girl, and even her fingers are so thin that they only wrap a layer of skin on the bones, and the bone joints are obviously prominent, and they are very hard to the touch. She tried to slowly crush the clotted mud with her fingertips.

The aura-soaked mud was much stronger than it looked. The glutinous rice held the lumpy soil very hard, and pressed it with the tips of his fingertips for a long time before he broke up a small piece.

After working hungry until lunchtime, Nuomi patted the dirt on her body, reached out to wipe the sweat on her face, and followed the other miscellaneous disciples in the direction of the kitchen. In the morning, Nuomi saw some miscellaneous disciples eating steamed buns, and he didn't know if it was saved last night or the breakfast he bought back with his contribution points.

Glutinous rice's dinner yesterday was divided between Zhu Zi and Sun Min, and they didn't have any contribution points, so they could only be hungry until noon. Fortunately, when she used to wander, she had long been accustomed to a hungry stomach. Sometimes if you're unlucky, you may not get anything to eat for two or three days. It's just that there's one less breakfast she wouldn't have eaten, and she doesn't feel like there's anything. If it weren't for the fact that she had exercised so much more this morning than before, she probably wouldn't have felt hungry by now.

Among those miscellaneous disciples, Glutinous Rice had not yet had time to meet friends, so he could only receive the meal alone, and shrunk his whole body in the corner, his knees tightly tucked in his chest, and slowly drank the bowl of porridge with only the aroma of meat. Her fingers were stuffed with mud and blood, but she didn't care about the dirt on her hands, and after taking small sips, she drank the porridge on her hands and began to eat the steamed buns with dried vegetables.

"Senior Brother Glutinous Rice."

Sun Min looked around for a long time before finding the little figure sitting in the corner, and hurriedly waved over there to greet him.

Glutinous rice looked up a little dazedly, and raised her hand happily when she saw Sun Min to show where she was.

Sun Min also smiled, and walked to the corner with his lunch.

It's not bad to have such a stupid and stupid junior brother, although you need to listen to him say something stupid and naïve, but it's good to eat an extra steamed bun. A steamed bun is also worth two contribution points.

Sun Min's initiative to greet made Nuomi feel very happy. On this entire Qingquan Peak, there are only a few people she knows who come and go, but there are many disciples in the mountain gate. Regular disciples would not take these miscellaneous disciples in their eyes at all. Glutinous rice, who has been wandering and begging all the time, is quite sensitive to other people's attitudes towards him, although she doesn't mind how others treat her ignorant and bad, but that doesn't mean that Nuomi likes to flatter those who hate her.

Glutinous rice is like a wild little beast, living by instinct, carefully testing the attitude of the outside world towards her. When they encounter unkindness, they will retreat far away; And when I finally met someone who could communicate, I naturally wouldn't let go of such an opportunity.

Although Sun Min sat next to Nuomi, he did not speak to Nuomi. He didn't bother to talk to Nuomi, and Nuomi didn't know what to say to him, so the two were just silent. Although Sun Min wanted to get another steamed bun from Nuomi, Sun Min was a little impatient with the simplicity of Nuomi, and before he could figure out how to ask Nuomi for the steamed bun, he could only be silent.

This silent atmosphere made Sun Min a little embarrassed, and Nuomi's eyes were very erratic, and he didn't know where he was looking in the crowd.

In Sun Min's mind, Nuomi is a soft and glutinous child who is easy to deceive and bully, even if he doesn't open his mouth, Nuomi will take the initiative to hand over the steamed buns to him. When Sun Min was thinking this, a voice came in directly from the side.

"Senior Brother Glutinous Rice."

The big rough hand came out of the air and rubbed the glutinous rice's long hair that was somewhat scattered.

Nuomi was startled by the sudden attack, looked up blankly, and then squinted and laughed.

"Senior Brother Zhuzi. Do you eat together? ”

"Okay."

The pillar grinned a little and sat cross-legged next to the glutinous rice. Sun Min's eyes changed when he saw the pillar, and he turned sideways unhappily. Sun Min originally looked down on the pillar, and felt that the physical cultivation that didn't even have an official name was so vulgar that he couldn't bear it.