Many things seem complicated, but in fact, to put it bluntly, it is simple, but there is no trace of the complexity. The method that Ye Bufan thought of was very simple, that is, to see if he could take out the contents of the storage bag with his mind.

I have to say that with his idiot-like cultivation knowledge, the method he thought of was indeed a little clear. Originally, this was the most basic method of using the spiritual power of a cultivator with spiritual sense.

And just now, Ye Bufan had just condensed his spiritual sense through an epiphany, although he still didn't know anything about it, so it didn't prevent him from continuing to exert the almost stubborn persistence in his personality.

Although the pain of slashing and chopping made people's hearts palpitate when they thought about it, Ye Bufan didn't care too much, but he just fainted again. After contemplating and meditating again, he separated a trace of spiritual power in the dantian and rushed to the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, Ye Bufan found that the impact of spiritual power this time became extremely smooth, almost between the thoughts, a trace of spiritual power had already followed the operation of the exercises, and rushed into the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows.

The head didn't feel a slight swelling pain, but a warm heat crept up between his eyebrows, making him feel a kind of comfort bathed in the sun, Ye Bufan didn't have time to reminisce about where this comfort came from, his thoughts diverged, and he had once again "seen" the light wafting in the hut.

These bands of light were thin like thin strips of sand, slowly floating in the space of the hut, Ye Bufan concentrated on imagining the divergent thoughts into a finger, gently touching a band of light floating in front of him.

The ribbon of light was like a small fish that had been suddenly frightened, writhing and suddenly jumping, escaping from the unknown fright, and then slowly drifting in the direction of the roof.

Surprised and delighted, Ye Bufan's heart became playful, and once again he touched all the light bands in the hut one by one.

For a while, the space of the hut seemed to have become a small pond, and countless "small fish" were busy dodging the stubborn "fingers" stretched into the pond.

Restrained his mind again, completely throwing himself into the light emitted by the storage bag, and in the clearly recognizable shape of the storage bag, Ye Bufan "saw" a closed space the size of a cage isolated by the spiritual light.

Spanas, gold and silver, and jade plaques still have some things that can't be seen as anything, occupying most of the place in this "cage".

In the ecstasy in Ye Bufan's heart, there was a sudden stinging pain between his eyebrows, and he hurriedly calmed his mind and completely gathered back the idea of restraint, Ye Bufan opened his eyes, and he couldn't see any surprises on his face.

It's just that the accelerated rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his heart beating like a drum have punctured the calm he deliberately maintained.

When the beggar saw the golden mountain, how could he not be moved. Ye Bufan's current appearance is already quite restrained from his impulses, mainly because he doesn't know how to use spirit stones, and he doesn't know that in the eyes of cultivators, spirit stones can be regarded as a second life.

The most important thing is that what Ye Bufan lacks most now is the cultivation and inheritance of the truth.

There was nothing like books and paper found in the storage bag, and Ye Bufan shook his head with a little regret.

Continuing to sit cross-legged on the bed, Ye Bufan gradually calmed down his mood.

When there was real peace on his face, Ye Bufan had already decided to completely dig out this small treasure in front of him today no matter what.

In Ye Bufan's sea of consciousness void, the spiritual sense increased a little brighter, and again, a wisp of spiritual power slammed into the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, separated by an invisible barrier, and the divine room behind the ancestral aperture slightly underwent a shock, after the shock, in the void below the spiritual sense, followed by an illusion, a big hand that seemed to be composed of smoke and haze, slowly poked into the storage bag enclosed by the spiritual light.

"Touching" a spirit stone with his mind, the feeling that Ye Bufan brought was an indescribable wonder.

Carefully wrapping the entire spirit stone with the big hand imagined by his mind, and imagining moving this "hand" to his chest.

In Ye Bufan's sea of consciousness void, after the spiritual sense expanded slightly, a fleeting ripple appeared in the surrounding void, and in the image of the void, a spirit stone had already appeared far away from the storage bag.

Immediately after, the feeling of the spirit stone hitting his body was very real.

Ye Bufan withdrew his thoughts from his still calm mood, and the first moment he opened his eyes, he saw the spirit stone lying in his leg socket.

This oval spirit stone is the size of two knuckles, and it is the same as the spirit stone that he has mined, and through the moist surface, he can faintly see that there is a milky white thing flowing slowly.

Ye Bufan couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart anymore, "hehe" laughed twice, grabbed the storage bag and threw it into the air, and then looked shocked, his legs bounced up hard, and he firmly grasped the storage bag in the palm of his hand.

The next thing was troublesome, but it was easy and ordinary.

After spending a long time emptying the storage bag, Ye Bufan looked at the pile of things rising in his leg sockets, and scratched his scalp that had already dried out with pride.

The sun had already passed over the treetops, the light in the hut was dim and hazy, Ye Bufan carefully spread his legs and let a push slowly roll down the bed, lifting the faded coarse cloth cover to cover the colorful light on the bed. He decided to wait until the dead of night to gather the little treasure that he had almost lost his life.

There was a hungry sound in his stomach again, Ye Bufan put on a short coat, covered his shirtless, picked up the coarse porcelain bowl on the table and the remaining piece of rich cake, walked into the yard and scooped a full bowl of cold water from the canal well, did not enter the hut, squatted on the threshold, looked at the gradually falling sunset, smashed his mouth, and sent the rich cake that had long been dry into his stomach with cold water.

The night was getting darker, and even the moon didn't know when it was hiding in a large shadow, and only a few wild dog whimpers could be heard occasionally in the street in front of the river, and even the grass insects had stopped chirping.

Such a night is suitable for hiding in the hut, picking up the lights and candles, and admiring the treasures that cannot be seen.

Ye Bufan closed the wooden door of the hut tightly, picked up the oil lamp on the table and carefully placed it on the wooden bed, and slowly lifted the cover on the bed with some urgency, revealing all kinds of light that was even more dazzling under the oil lamp.

Ye Bufan took a deep breath, squinted his eyes slightly, swept all the things on the bed, and after looking back and forth twice, he picked out the two most familiar things from the middle.

Two pieces of horseshoe silver for one or two have become the most conspicuous thing because they are the most ordinary.

Placing these two pieces of horseshoe silver at the foot of the bed from afar, Ye Bufan pondered that this should be something that Liu Shancai casually put into the storage bag, because the five ingots of purple gold of the ten taels and one ingots picked out next completely compared the two pieces of horseshoe silver to something like straw.

Ten taels of gold and one tael of red gold, one hundred taels of gold and one tael of purple gold.

One tael of purple gold is 10,000 taels of silver! You must know that buying a small courtyard with two positive and two biases in Xiahe District will also require thousands of taels of horseshoe silver.

Ye Bufan has only seen one or two purple gold once in his life, the purple-red color, and he looks so rich. Now on a dilapidated wooden bed that is not worth a tael of silver, but there are fifty taels of purple gold, Ye Bufan feels as magical as a dream when he thinks about it.

Ye Bufan smacked his lips, and picked out the five ingots of purple gold and piled them next to the two pieces of horseshoe silver. Although this purple gold is said to be extremely precious, in Zhongzhou Star, it can also be "rampant" in the mortal world.

That piece of rough spirit stone seemed to have a hundred and ten spirit stones, and any one of them was worth more than fifty taels of purple gold in the eyes of the cultivators.

When Ye Bufan was still a mortal, he knew the importance of spirit stones. In those Xiuzhenfang City where he couldn't get in even if he tried his best at that time, the heart protection pill that his son needed, people only accepted spirit stones, which was a life-saving elixir that could not be exchanged even if it was full of silver mountains.

In more than ten years, relying on the kindness of most of the villagers in the village, Ye Bufan has saved twelve spirit stones!

The piece of spirit stone on the bed now fell in his eyes, which made Ye Bufan feel the urge of disgust in his heart, he grabbed a piece of spirit stone, squeezed it tightly with the palm of his hand, and bit the crown of his teeth, wanting to crush the spirit stone in his palm, the surface of the spirit stone was moist, but the palm of his hand hurt, and with this pain, Ye Bufan could slowly calm his mood.

After the wick burned for a long time, it gradually approached the surface of the beeswax in the oil lamp, and the beeswax roasted by the fire made a "crackling" sound, which sounded particularly real in the quiet night. Ye Bufan woke up from his stunned stup, let go of his palm, looked at the spirit stone that was still moist in his palm, and smiled silently bitterly, the expression on his face had a kind of powerless sadness for the first time since the fire that night.

It's just a spirit stone.

Even if you can crush it, what can you get now?

can only prove once again that as a mortal at that time, he was as powerless and weak as an ant.