The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Yi Er tested twelve of his junior brothers and sisters who had never learned any martial arts, and only Xiao Qijiu, who was obsessed with the formation, had spiritual roots.

Tutu was here, watching Yi Er struggling to deal with a few little babies. Not only did he have to comfort them, but he also had to let them reach their hands into the formation. He was so busy that he wished he had eight hands.

She went to the mother and baby store at the entrance of the community, bought a walker and various small toys, put them in a cardboard house, and asked Yi Er to receive them quickly.

Yi Er took the time to open the package, first tore Xiao Qijiu off his body and put him into the walker.

"Oh~Oh~" Little Qijiu held on to the handle of the walker with difficulty, standing tremblingly with a look of curiosity on his face.

Yi Er handed Xiao Bashi to the 7-year-old Xiao Liujiu and asked her to help hold her. The -year-old girl was very well-behaved and tried very hard to hold her junior sister face to face.

"Oh~" Little Bashi tried hard to straighten his little head and put his hands on the shoulders of his seven-year-old senior sister. He looked at her carefully and found that she seemed to be cuter than the man who always took care of him. He was very satisfied and lay obediently on the shoulder of the little senior sister with his head tilted.

While Yi Er was changing the diaper of the newborn, Xiao Bashiyi, he asked Tutu,

"The percentage of people with spiritual roots is very low. Should we also test those junior brothers who have already practiced the old techniques?"

Tutu was strolling in a maternity and baby store. Upon hearing this, she put on her Bluetooth headset and pretended to talk on the phone.

"Your old skills probably have an impact on your spiritual roots. You probably won't have any spiritual roots. In fact, you don't have to be obsessed with spiritual roots. If you practice the body-refining skills well, you can rival cultivators who have reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.

In the world of cultivation, there are very few cultivators who can build a foundation.

Moreover, it is good enough for the five spiritual roots to be able to cultivate to the high level of foundation building, and that is an achievement that can only be achieved on the basis of having no shortage of cultivation resources. "

Yi Er sighed, "You can all fly with swords, I wonder how envious we are."

Everyone was asked to come out and test their spiritual roots, but it turned out that no one could make the formation glow.

Finally, he gave up and asked, "Is there anything that can help us to refine our bodies? If we just rely on the routine training, I don't know when we can recover our original combat power.

For example, the evil spirit and animal blood listed in the technique. I tried the blood of a large insect that Master caught. It had some effect, but the effect was minimal. Compared with the driving effect mentioned in the technique, which is "like a river flowing into the sea", the difference is huge.

So far, only he and the eldest brother have done the reconstruction. They are going to pave the way and then help others to rebuild.

The original fixed training time every morning has been changed, and everyone is working overtime to forge weapons so that they can accumulate some points in exchange for resources for retraining.

"If you want evil spirit, I can't help you, but I can buy you some beast blood."

You can probably get some animal blood from Ruifeng and Muguo.

Ruifeng had some blood that he had collected while watching monsters fight, but the quality was too high. Even a drop of blood was too much for a rookie like Yi Er to bear.

Tutu contacted Muguo, who was making straw sandals. It was harvest season in her place, and the weather was getting colder, so she had to prepare for the cold winter.

"Muguo, wait for me to find you a video of Baina shoes. You can learn how to make them. This will make you more comfortable in winter."

Muguo nodded and happily went to study with the old patriarch.

Tutu played the video repeatedly to Muguo and asked,

"Muguo, what grade of beast blood did you use to forge your body in the early stages of your body training?"

Mu Guo was threading a needle with a bone needle, and when he heard this, he looked up.

"Bull blood, you can use it at the beginning. A bucket of bull blood is enough for three days.

An adult bull can release three buckets of blood. So, do you want to try it?

Everyone in our tribe has started using the blood of the British Leopard, and only in the first three levels of body building will we use the blood of the Barbarian Bull.

You want the blood of a wild bull, I will keep the blood when I kill the bull at noon."

"I want to sell the barbarian bull blood to the weapon refiner Yi Er. He needs it to strengthen his body," Tutu didn't know how Muguo was going to give her the barbarian bull blood.

"Do you still have the weapon refiner's sword? I also want to keep the flying sword for future foundation building."

Muguo was learning how to sew the soles of shoes while waiting for Tutu to carve the formation for her flying sword.

There was a sound of a bull struggling outside the window. "Tutu, do you want to try some beef? It's freshly slaughtered and the meat is very good."

Tutu quickly finished carving the formation and said, "Okay, but how are you going to give it to me?"

Muguo took out a large wicker basket, filled it with beef, then covered it with dry leaves, and placed a hair-growing fruit worth one point on the top.

I tried uploading it, and it worked. Tutu was so excited. "Can you use a fruit basket for your own ideas?"

Muguo shook his head. "Since the old patriarch learned how to make various rattan products, he has been thinking about its usage scenarios, so let me try it."

Tutu was very happy. She took out the fruit basket and went straight to the private kitchen, asking several chefs to make some dishes for her using beef as the raw material.

The first thing that came out was the stir-fried beef, which was tender and delicious. Tutu used his spiritual power to feel it and found that it was indeed free of any impurities and full of energy.

Tutu collected all the food in the private room and sent some to the newly opened small supermarket.

There is a small room in the small supermarket for taking naps. Tutu went in and closed the door.

"Muguo, how do we get the blood of the wild bull?"

Muguo took out a wooden barrel made from a thick tree trunk and said, "You don't mind putting fruit in the blood of the barbarian bull, do you?"

Tutu's eyes widened. "Wait a minute, this wooden barrel of yours, with its color and pattern, can it be sandalwood?"

Mu Guo smelled it carefully. "Fragrant wood? This kind of wood does have a little fragrance."

Muguo got down from the kang, went to the kitchen and picked up a piece of wood from the stove. The texture and color showed that it was red sandalwood.

"This kind of wood has a light fragrance when it burns and is very durable, so it is used for burning firewood."

As he said this, he stuffed the fruit into the stove.

Tutu was very distressed, "Can you not burn this? The piece you just threw away can probably buy enough food for your tribe for the winter."

Mu Guo stood in front of the stove with his eyes wide open, "What, just a small piece of firewood?"

She walked out of the yard in silence, pointed at the firewood that had been chopped into pieces and asked Tutu,

"It's like this now, can it still be exchanged for money?"

The wall, from the base to the top, was filled with chopped rosewood firewood.

Tutu rubbed his face, which was a little numb from the excessive shock, and asked, "Are there many trees like this?"

Mu Guo nodded and pointed to the edge of the tribe. "There are trees all over that mountain. I'll have people cut them all for you."

Tutu looked at it numbly. There were some very tall tree stumps on the mountain. It seemed that in order to prepare for winter, Tutu and her friends had cut a lot of red sandalwood for firewood.