It was completely dark again.

When she returned to the broken house, her eyes were black, and she realized that she hadn't actually done anything today, and she had been taught a lesson by the big guy for a day, and she regretted a little that she was going to tease people, and if they didn't let them in, they wouldn't let them in, anyway, the mark was set on the ground and wouldn't run, and she would wait to see what she could lose when she settled down.

I took out the candle head and looked at it, there was not a finger length left, and I put it back again, took out the oil lamp and lit it. The oil lamp is much darker than the candle flame, and it basically means the same thing when it is placed on the ground, and it is impossible to understand where it shines.

But there is no way, she is a newcomer, and she hasn't figured out the number of roads, who would have thought that she would be able to continue to live the life of an ordinary person when she returned to the Xiuzhen world, it should be an upgraded version of the dust cleaning trick - the dust sweeping trick, and all places, including the yard, will be cleaned up by dividing five by two.

Unlike now, there is a lack of lighting, furniture, and daily necessities, and she lacks all mortal things anyway. She pinched her fingers, pinched one after another dust cleaning tips, her fingers were about to break, this little broken house was only a little cleaner, at least sitting on the felt would not be dark.

That's it for now, she leaned against the wall in frustration, closed her eyes, and her consciousness entered the little golden finger in the primordial spirit.

Unlike the golden finger in other novels, after her consciousness entered, although she knew that the small puddle was a super powerful existence, she herself did not feel any sense of fairy energy cleansing her body.

The puddle and the stele are one, and there is nothing else here except them, and the place where she is "is" is only nothingness, and she has no substance at all, but she can control the appearance of the things in the circle with her mind.

She leaned over the stone tablet and estimated it. More than twice as tall as herself, but only one of her wide, the four sides are equal, there is a cloud pedestal below, there is an eaves cover, "Wentian" two mighty big seal fonts are engraved on the top, and the rest of the place is a blank.

This is the biggest help of the heroine in her previous life, she used Wentian to get countless things that others couldn't think of, so as to profit a lot in cultivation and connections, and became a member of the top club in the cultivation world.

She has read novels, so she is no stranger to Wentian, from the use to the law has long been deeply imprinted in her mind, and she touched Wentian with her consciousness, and a paragraph appeared in the original blank space.

"To create all things, from one's own heart, to ask the heavens, to bind the earth"

After a while, this sentence slowly faded, and the originally white and miserable stone tablet surface of Wentian turned into a misty translucency, and a piece of green "heart" inside was revealed. At the same time, the small puddle rises with mist, forming the word "tie to the ground" and then fades.

In this way, even if this golden finger is successfully activated, if she wants to use it in the future, she only needs to directly integrate the envisioned "formula" into Wentian using the Yuan Shen and consciousness, and the earth will provide immortal energy to make Wentian condense the result, which is very magical and convenient.

Don't look at her now that the operation is very simple, and the method of use seems to be very easy, after Lan Yinyin got this golden finger, she hid in the quilt and groped for a long time, step by step, starting from using the Wentian Condensation Accumulation Pill, only then did she figure out what kind of formula could condense things according to her ideas.

At this time, Hua Lingyuan didn't have any materials in her hands to use, but she thought of the weeds that were growing wantonly in the yard outside the small dilapidated house.

Her consciousness came out of it, she got up, picked up the oil lamp, and went to the yard to pull weeds, and only came back to sit down again.

There are two conditions for asking the sky condensate, one is to have the power of the master's primordial spirit, and the other is that there must be raw materials.

There are also two kinds of raw materials, one is a foreign object, and the other must be the immortal energy of the earth. Everything is controlled by the master's primordial power, and the emerald heart of Wentian can condense according to his own understanding.

Now she grasped these native weeds in her hands, which had not been nourished by spiritual energy at all, and under the drive of consciousness, Wentian released a mysterious power to suck the grass into the body of the stone tablet.

Then Hua Lingyuan saw that the weeds in her hands quickly dried up and decayed, and finally turned into a handful of grass ashes and soiled her hands.

Wild grass is a very low-level raw material, she doesn't have to think about what to do with her conscience at all, she only releases a thought to "condense", and the ground turns into a fairy qi into Wentian, and the next second, a "pill" as small as millet appears in her palm.

If it weren't for the fact that her primordial spirit was closely connected to the heavens and the earth, she wouldn't have been able to find this thing smaller than the boogers, and she might have disappeared into the dust on the ground with a shake of her hand.

“......”

She was speechless and leaned over to the oil lamp to stare at the "pill", and finally saw that it was green.

I sniffed it closer, and almost sucked it into my nostrils before I could smell the fragrance of the grass.

Not poisonous.

Relying on two lifetimes of experience, she came to a conclusion, and then she threw this thing into her mouth with a lot of trust in Wentian.

The taste is naturally untainable, and it's hard to say whether such a thing has been swallowed by yourself or not.

I struggled to sip some saliva to make sure there was really no extra object in my mouth, and suddenly I felt a feeling of fullness.

She quickly entered the Yuan Shen again, and at this moment, there was an extra text in the sky: The grass is condensed, and it has the effect of opening the valley.

After seeing this paragraph, although she knew how powerful it was to ask the heavens and the earth, she was still shocked. The heart said that the immortal qi is indeed the immortal qi, so that the weeds pulled at random on the roadside can also be condensed into Bigu Dan.

Imagine that she is away from home, facing a state of starvation without food for some special reason. At this time, she harvested some wild flowers and weeds at will and sent them to the sky, and the earth started to condense many, many Bigu Dan, and from then on, her physical strength was infinite, and she no longer had to worry about hunger and malnutrition, which would save her a lot of trouble!

She almost shook her legs with joy. And she also thought that this Bigu Dan is also the most popular thing for mortals, especially those martial artists who do not have spiritual roots to cultivate physical arts, if they want to further improve their physical fitness, ordinary food can no longer supply sufficient calories, and spiritual vegetables and spiritual meat are too expensive, so it is convenient to eat a Bigu Dan.

If she can concentrate on Bigudan's business, the raw materials are weeds that can be seen everywhere, and the cost can be said to be equivalent to nothing, selling to all corners of the mainland, even if it is a little cheaper than others, it is a net profit, where does she need to work as hard as her senior brother to support her family.

Judging from this point of view alone, it is really not surprising that Lan Yinyin can accumulate such a net worth.

But if she thinks about it this way, she wouldn't do it if it wasn't for special circumstances. Weeds don't need money, but fairy spirit is precious, and spending it for money is actually a huge loss, and the slightest trace is a loss.