This is a flat land of only twenty square meters, in the middle of the flat ground, a spring the size of a baby's fist gurgling, the spring water in the low-lying depression formed a small pool of half square size, although the spring is constantly gushing out of the spiritual liquid, but the surface of the pool still maintains its original height, no more, no less.

There was nothing on the flat ground except the springs, and at the edge of the plot was surrounded by a gray mist.

Everything was no different from when she first entered this spiritual pool space in her previous life, and Song Xiaotian knew that as she continued to explore this space, it could show more magic.

However, for now, we still have to confirm whether the spirit pool is the same as the original.

Song Xiaotian squatted down and cautiously stretched out her fingers to touch the water.

A cool and slightly sticky feeling came from between her fingers, and she took out the small porcelain bottle that she had used to hold medicinal wine from her bosom, dipped the porcelain bottle into the water, and took a whole bottle of spiritual liquid.

Then he tightened the lid and walked towards the glowing white door.

Through the door frame, her consciousness was instantly pulled back into the real space, and she touched the heavy spiritual fluid in her arms, and a bright smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

"There is no such thing as an endless road! As long as I use the spiritual liquid properly, I will definitely be able to live a good life in this era! ”

Song Erniu immediately cheered up and began to look for her test subject.

There is no problem with the Ichor space, and the next step is to test the efficacy of the Ichor on the native plants.

More than a dozen meters away, she saw a wild plum tree by the pool, and now it was the season of ripe fruit, and the branches were full of green and red fruits.

Song Erniu picked a low branch and picked a ripe fruit that had turned dark red, wiped it with her sleeve, put it in her mouth and took a bite.

"So sour!"

She chewed it a few times and quickly spit it out.

This is unpalatable beyond Song Erniu's ability to bear, I didn't expect this fruit to look very good, but in fact, I don't like to eat it, no wonder the trees are full of fruits, it turns out that no one picks it because it is too unpalatable!

"That's you!" Song Erniu ate a few more fruits of different ripeness, decisively took out the spiritual liquid, poured a small half bottle on its roots, and then went back and forth a few times, watering the roots thoroughly with the water of the small stream in the ravine.

In a few days, we will be able to come and accept her results!

Song Erniu clapped her hands, she didn't care if she had some spiritual liquid on her hands, and wiped it on the side of her pants.

Then he took out a firewood knife from the bamboo basket and began to chop firewood.

There is also a lot of attention to chopping wood, and generally choose to pick up dead branches on the ground, which have less water and are easy to ignite.

Song Erniu pinned the firewood knife to her trouser pocket, walked around, and picked up a lot of dead branches and grass, which was half a basket.

Then he came across a dead branch with the thick mouth of a bowl, so he picked up his firewood knife and chose a good place to cut it.

I have to say that this Song Erniu's strength is too great, the big firewood knife made of iron is as easy to carry in her hand as holding a small branch, waving the tiger and the wind, a notched firewood knife is hard to use the feeling of a treasure knife, and it takes less than a cup of tea to open a triangular opening in the tree.

Song Erniu chopped tree trunks rhythmically, and sighed that if she had this kind of power in her previous life, she would definitely be able to turn the pot upside down, and she would be able to become a star restaurant chef in less than five years, which was much easier than the original hard work for more than ten years.

For a while, there was only the sound of chopping in the silent woods, Song Erniu changed the direction, and after a few more casual chops, the dead tree fell in response.

Just as she was about to begin to break down the trees, a muffled beastly cry came from the bushes behind her.

"What's that!?" Song Erniu was startled, turned around and faced the bushes, staring at the densely wooded place.

A black nose arched out of the foliage, and then a black, coarse-haired creature hummed out of the woods.

Seeing the appearance of the animal clearly, Song Erniu couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "Wild boar? ”

In front of him was a rough in appearance and a thick boar, which looked like it was about eighty or ninety kilograms, and the pig's nose kept twitching in the air, and finally aimed at Song Erniu's side.

Seeing the pair of long sharp fangs of the wild boar leaking outside, the corners of Song Erniu's mouth twitched: "What does it mean?" You can't be attacking me, are you? ”

The wild boar also took action to answer her question, and it slashed a few times on the ground with its hind feet, and rushed towards Song Erniu with its head down.

"Don't!! Help me! Song Erniu didn't even care about the firewood, hurriedly pulled out the firewood knife, shouted for help, brandished the knife, turned around and ran to the other side.

As if with a tracker, the wild boar reversed its direction and rushed towards Song Erniu again!

No way! Song Erniu wants to cry without tears, what kind of talent is this wild boar, how can she find herself no matter how she runs?

Seeing that she could not escape the pursuit of the wild boar, she ran to a thick tree with a hug, found a position conducive to defense, and then suddenly turned around and aimed at the wild boar with a firewood knife.

Come on! It's not like I haven't seen the scene of killing pigs! Since it is so entangled, let it be your own ghost!

Song Erniu held her breath and waited for the pig to run closer, at this time, the huge inertia made the pig too late to turn, and it didn't seem to care, its little eyes stared at Song Erniu, and bumped into it with an indomitable attitude!

But Song Erniu was already ready, reached out and grabbed a thick branch above her, and easily hung herself up with one hand, and the wild boar narrowly grazed under her feet and hit the trunk of the tree head-on!

Suddenly, the branch in her hand shook violently, Song Erniu didn't think much about it, let go and poured her strength into the firewood knife with the power of the fall, and slashed at the neck of the wild boar!

The blade touched the tough outer skin, slightly blocked, and then broke through the skin and cut straight into the neck!

A strong bloody breath erupted, and a terrible cry sounded through the forest.

Song Erniu didn't think about it, held the boar's body with her hand, then lifted the knife and cut it down again!

The second knife cut the bone on the basis of the first knife, Song Erniu was thrown aside by the wild boar's vigorous twisting and knife, she got up, watched the wild boar struggle desperately in place, blood sprinkled on the ground, it barely stood up and climbed a few steps, and soon fell to the ground.

The miserable cry of the wild boar before it died startled a group of birds, and Song Erniu stood in place, holding a firewood knife, watching the pig's struggle gradually weaken.

Until the end, there was no more action.

She exhaled, stepped forward and lifted the pig's two hind legs, crouched down, and carried the boar onto her shoulder.

This pig is about one hundred and sixty pounds, which is a lot of weight on the shoulders, but for Song Erniu, it's okay.

She carried the pig to the big basket, poured out the firewood and put it with the tree she had chopped, and then put the pig in the basket.

This time her shoulders were stressed, and it was easier to carry it, Song Erniu went to the stream to wash her hands and bloodstained firewood knife, and then proudly carried the bamboo basket on her back and set out on the way back to the village.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, there was a little pig pig sent to the door, wild boar because of the perennial foraging in the mountains, no one to feed, so it generally does not grow as big as a modern pig, one hundred and sixty pounds is a very good pound.

Song Erniu was immersed in the joy of harvest, and suddenly felt kicked something under her feet.

Snake?