Author: Love to eat lemon peels

Yan Yun returned to Songxue Peak and began to study the Spring Rain Technique mentioned by the Confucius.

She practiced the technique over and over again, and every time she couldn't do it halfway through.

It's not that she forgot, but that it was suddenly interrupted.

She has known since she was a child that she is not a talented player. She has to read the knowledge several times that others can remember in just a few glances, and it takes many twists and turns to understand the formulas that others can understand in one go.

So she didn't get discouraged. If it didn't work ten times, she would do it a hundred times. If it didn't work a hundred times, she would do it a thousand or ten thousand times.

As long as the results are the same, her efforts are not in vain.

She recalled the precautions mentioned in Confucius' class and corrected her small mistakes every time.

By the time she could perform the complete maneuver smoothly, most of the afternoon had passed.

But she was still very happy, all this was very novel to her.

After learning the technique, you need to unite your mind and heart and slowly pour your spiritual power into it.

"boom--"

Seeing a little green light emerge, Yan Yun's eyes lit up, and then it exploded on her fingertips with a bang.

She shrank her fingers in pain, touched her head and tried to figure it out.

It doesn’t matter, do it again a million times!

By the time she completely touched the threshold and could barely get a trace of rain, it was already evening.

Although the rain can only fall for a few seconds, and the area is pitifully small, Yan Yun feels very sweet, and finally learned it!

Striking while the iron was hot, she practiced it over and over again, until she ran out of spiritual power and stopped.

The high-intensity concentration made her sleepy as soon as she stopped. She yawned, opened the window and let the cold wind blow in, and she suddenly became more awake.

Yan Yun suddenly remembered the packet of seeds from last time and took it out of the storage bag.

She ran to the backyard and cleared the snow to make a space.

This packet of seeds is no different from ordinary seeds. Yan Yun picked it up purely because of the farming genes engraved in his bones.

And the system said it was of high level, which gave her some ideas.

But when she put the hoe down, she was almost stunned. The land was frozen hard by the perennial snow. As a southerner, she realized it.

She silently held the hoe and gave up the idea of ​​cultivating the backyard.

At this time, the weather also responded, and it started to snow, and it was completely white.

She used to be eager to see snow, but after coming here she became a little numb.

Snowflakes fell on her one by one, on the clearing she had just cleared. She looked up and saw countless snowflakes pouring down, forming an oblique angle with the wind.

There is a watchtower a few hundred meters away from here, and you can see most of the architectural landscape of the sect.

When Yan Yun first came to Songxue Peak when he was young, he was often too scared to sleep, so he would run to the pavilion in front because he could just see Jiuxiao Palace from there.

The little girl's memories overlapped with those of her previous life for a moment. She suppressed the emotions rising in her heart and forced herself not to think about them.

Let’s first think about how to plant these seeds.

Yan Yun thought about it, so he ran to the southeast scrapyard. As soon as he passed by, he saw Zhou Zhengyuan.

"Uncle Master."

"Hey, you said you would come work for me again. Why haven't I seen you in the past few days?"

Zhou Zhengyuan drank some wine and was a little drunk. He looked at Yan Yun with a smile.

"You can see for yourself what needs to be done. Uncle Master, I will continue to drink."

He was still wearing the clothes Yan Yun was wearing when she saw him that day. He waved his hand and turned around to ignore her.

"Uncle, what's your name?"

Yan Yun didn't leave in a hurry, she chased after him and talked to him.

"I seem to have rarely seen you."

Zhou Zhengyuan stopped and looked at her, her curious eyes without any malice.

"I'm just a nobody."

He raised the wine bottle and took a sip, then shook his head. It was obvious that he was not very willing to talk about this.

"Then you didn't accept a disciple? It feels like you are always here alone."

Yan Yun followed him, and she would go wherever he went.

"I'm already like this and still want to accept a disciple? Hahahaha."

Zhou Zhengyuan laughed and said, "Being my disciple means you have to live in a garbage dump."

"Stop following me, little girl, go and do your business. If you want to work, then do it. If you don't want to work, just go back. Uncle Master is not an unreasonable person."

He was obviously a little drunk and his steps were wobbly.

After hearing what he said, Yan Yun stopped where he was and watched him enter the cabin, which was then lit with dim lights.

She wanted to take some soil back, so she first found an open space and started hoeing.

Her movements were very familiar, as if she had done them thousands of times, and in less than a while, she had filled up the soil she needed.

Then she started picking up and throwing away things in the scrap yard. She packed up the ones that were useful and threw the ones that were useless into a new open space she had opened.

"System, why don't you check if there are any good things here?"

"It's all rubbish."

The system thought about it for a while and finally said it, so it was only their host who became the treasure.

"If you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, a little bit is worth hundreds of millions."

Yan Yun sighed, magical weapons like these that were exploded, and the secret disc that failed after being used once... are all good things.

"..."

I don’t understand Duocai, but he will never tell his friends that he has a host who loves to pick up garbage.

Other people's hosts are doing business to make money, while its hosts are making money by picking up garbage.

The bright moon floats on the branches, exuding gentle moonlight.

She was squatting on the ground, trying hard to pick out a handful of glazed stones inlaid on the bronze mirror.

The hard work paid off, and she finally got it out after nearly breaking off her fingernails.

Glazed stone is the most commonly used gemstone for jewelry worn by female nuns in the world of immortality. Although it is very common, it is always useful to save it!

"Host, I will show you a clear path. You go to the pile of garbage in the southwest. There is a first-grade and sixth-grade scrap of copper and iron at the bottom."

I really can’t stand the wealth anymore.

...First-grade and sixth-grade broken copper and iron? Is this any different from a thick sheet?

Although Yan Yun didn't know what first- and sixth-grade scraps of copper and iron meant, Yan Yun was still very moved.

She clapped her hands and walked over there.

She had never picked up the pile of rags in the southwest. Looking at the pile of rags as high as a mountain, Yan Yun fell into deep thought.

Three seconds later, she took out a large bag. It was exactly the storage bag she had just picked up. It had a small capacity but was very convenient to carry. It was shaped like a sack.

Apart from being ugly, he's pretty good-looking.

It happened that a disciple came over to throw away garbage. When he saw Yan Yun squatting there, she was startled and said, "What are you doing here! You're scared to death."

He muttered and quickly threw away the trash and ran away.

Yan Yun moves very quickly now, his eyes are like a scanner. If he sees something good on it, he throws it into the sack.

"Woo..."

The little beast whimpered softly, pitifully, and Yan Yun heard it.

She paused, followed the sound, and her eyes fell on the thing thrown by the disciple just now.
Chapter completed!