Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

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

She practiced the hand gestures over and over again, but each time she couldn't go on halfway.

It wasn't that she forgot, but that she suddenly stopped.

From a young age, she knew that she was not a talented person. She had to read several times the knowledge that others could remember after just a few glances, and she had to go through many twists and turns before she could understand the formulas that others could comprehend at once.

So she didn't give up. If ten times didn't work, she would try a hundred times. If a hundred times didn't work, she would try a thousand times or ten thousand times.

As long as the result is the same, her efforts will not be in vain.

She recalled the precautions the teacher had mentioned in class, correcting her own small mistakes each time.

By the time she was able to perform the complete hand gestures smoothly, most of the afternoon had passed.

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

After learning the hand gestures, you need to focus your mind and spirit, and slowly infuse spiritual energy into it.

"boom--"

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

She retracted her fingers in pain and touched her head, but couldn't figure it out.

It doesn’t matter, try it a billion times!

By the time she had completely touched the threshold and a drizzle of rain could barely be seen, it was already evening.

Although the rain only lasted for a few seconds and the area was pitifully small, Yan Yun felt very happy in his heart because he finally learned it!

Strike while the iron is hot, she practiced over and over again until her spiritual power was exhausted.

The high-intensity concentration made her very sleepy as soon as she stopped. She yawned, opened the window to let in some cool wind, and immediately felt much 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 room.

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

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

But when she dug the ground with the hoe, she was almost shocked unconscious. The land was frozen hard by years of snow. As a southerner, she finally reacted.

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

At this time, the sky also responded to the weather and it started snowing, making everything 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, and on the open space she had just cleared. She looked up and saw countless snowflakes pouring down, forming slanted angles with the wind.

A few hundred meters from here there is a lookout pavilion, from which you can see most of the sect’s architectural landscape.

When Yan Yun first came to Songxue Peak as a child, he was often so scared that he couldn't sleep, so he would run to the pavilion in front, because he could see the Jiuxiao Palace from there.

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

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

Yan Yun thought about it and decided to run to the southeast wasteland. As soon as he arrived there, he saw Zhou Zhengyuan.

"Uncle Master."

"Hey, you said you'd come to work for me again, why haven't I seen you these past few days?"

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

"See if you need to do anything. I'll continue drinking."

He was still wearing the same clothes that Yan Yun had worn when she saw him that day. He waved his hand and turned away, ignoring her.

"Uncle Master, what's your name?"

Yan Yun didn't leave in a hurry. She chased after him and started talking to him.

"I don't think I've seen you very often."

Zhou Zhengyuan stopped and looked at her, her curious eyes without a trace of malice.

"Me? I'm just a nobody."

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

"Then you don't have any disciples? It seems like you are always alone here."

Yan Yun followed him, wherever he went she went.

"I'm already in this state, and I'm still accepting disciples? Hahahaha."

Zhou Zhengyuan laughed, "If you become my disciple, you will have to live in a garbage dump."

"Don't follow me, little girl. Go and do your own thing. If you want to work, then do it. If you don't want to work, then go back. Uncle Shi is not an unreasonable person."

He was obviously getting a little drunk, and his steps were unsteady.

Yan Yun heard his words, stopped where he was, and watched him enter the cabin, and then the dim lights in the cabin were turned on.

She wanted to take some soil back, so she found a vacant lot and started hoeing.

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

Then she started picking up and throwing things in the scrapyard, packing up the useful ones and throwing the useless ones into a new space she had cleared.

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

"It's all rubbish."

The system considered it for a while and finally said it out, and their hosts will treat it as a treasure.

“When you run a household, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are. A little bit counts like a billion.”

Yan Yun sighed. These magical weapons that were blown up and the Tianji disk that stopped working after being used once... are all good things.

"..."

Duocai doesn’t understand, but it will definitely not tell its friends that it has a host who loves to pick up trash.

Other people's hosts make money by doing business, but its host makes money by picking up garbage.

The bright moon floats above the branches, emitting gentle moonlight.

She was squatting on the ground, trying hard to pick at the glass stones inlaid on a bronze mirror.

Hard work pays off, and after such efforts that she almost broke her fingernails, she finally got it out.

Colored glaze is the most commonly used gemstone in the jewelry worn by female cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation. Although it is very common, it is always useful if you collect them together!

"Host, I'll show you a way. Go to the pile of garbage in the southwest. There is a first-grade, sixth-level piece of scrap copper and iron at the bottom."

Duocai really couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

...Rank 1, level 6 scrap metal? Is there any difference between this and thick sheets?

Although he didn't know what the sixth-grade first-class scrap metal was, Yan Yun was still very tempted.

She clapped her hands and walked over there.

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

Three seconds later, she took out a big bag, which was the storage bag she had just picked up. It was not very large but very convenient to carry, and its shape was the same as a sack.

Other than being ugly, it's pretty nice.

A disciple happened to come over to throw away the trash, and when he saw Yan Yun squatting there, he was startled by her, "What are you doing here! You're so scary."

He muttered, threw away the garbage and ran away.

Yan Yun is now moving very quickly. His eyes are like a scanner. If he sees something good in the sack, he throws it into the sack.

"Woo..."

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

She paused, followed the sound, and her eyes fell on the thing that the disciple had just thrown.