Because it was through the power of space, the hawthorn tree and Li Xiaomian were thrown in together.
In the space, except for a small patch of green crops and the dendrobium tree, the rest was still full of yellow sand.
Xiaomian rubbed her buttocks that were sore from the yellow sand while wandering around in the space.
Where is the best place to plant hawthorn trees?
Suddenly, she froze.
There is fine yellow sand everywhere in the space. Where did it come from that hit my butt?
She squinted her eyes and looked at the space, looking at the place where she fell.
There is……
Li Xiaomian ran over suddenly.
When the yellow sand was peeled away, a black ball with three legs facing upward was revealed.
"Hei Wu, I knew you must still be there."
Xiao Mian happily held the alchemy furnace, poured out the contents, and carefully cleaned the yellow sand from its body.
"Heiwu, are you okay? Do you know? We have traveled through time again."
Xiao Mian was wiping the alchemy furnace and talking casually.
Heiwu had been with her since her first life, and she had always used it as a makeup box.
In the second life, he followed her all the way to fight monsters and advance to the level of alchemy and immortality.
When she advanced to the golden elixir, Heiwu gave birth to a weapon spirit.
But now, she can't sense the existence of the weapon spirit, and Heiwu has become a silent and cold existence again.
Maybe he has changed his body in this life and needs to shed blood to recognize his master again?
"Yes, it must be like this." Xiao Mian thought of this, her eyes lit up, she quickly bit her finger and blood dripped on the alchemy furnace.
One drop, two drops...
The alchemy furnace still showed no response.
"Xiao Hei, wake up, Xiao Hei..."
Li Xiaomian couldn't help but shed tears.
Tears fell on the alchemy furnace, and a faint sigh came.
In Xiaomian's surprised eyes, the alchemy furnace slowly turned into a ray of light and flew towards Xiaomian's Dantian.
However, Xiaomian's body has no spiritual roots and no Qi gathering, so how can he have a Dantian.
The spiritual light rushed through Xiao Mian's body, blood overflowed along her skin, and the pain made her break into a cold sweat.
"Xiao Hei, it's useless."
Xiao Mian weakly wanted to stop it.
Suddenly, the spiritual light suddenly exploded in Xiaomian's dantian.
Li Xiaomian passed out.
I don't know how long it took, but Xiaomian woke up covered in blood.
Looking at the dull alchemy furnace lying next to her, Xiao Mian felt mixed emotions in her heart.
Heiwu is gone.
It used its last life to help open up Dantian for itself.
Now, she is already a newbie with five spiritual roots and a first-level Qi training.
Five spiritual roots, in this world that lacks spiritual energy, it is difficult to build a foundation.
"Xiao Hei, you are so stupid and not worth it!"
Xiaomian held the alchemy furnace and felt sad for a long time before she calmed down.
She knew that only by living strong and living well could she be worthy of Heiwu's sacrifice.
Looking to the side, he saw what was poured out of the alchemy furnace just now.
A pack of spiritual plant seeds, a black gold soul-locking fan, and a Qiankun bell.
This was what Heiwu protected in his arms and left for himself when the space collapsed.
Spiritual planting seeds are urgently needed in the current space.
The black-gold soul-locking fan belongs to my senior brother. I borrowed it to look cool before the accident.
Turn your finger on the Qiankun Bell. This is Huo Qilin's storage bell. He never leaves his body. When did he put it in space?
Looking at the ring in his hand, the jasper has lost its luster, and the vivid little bell on the ring no longer rotates.
Suddenly, Li Xiaomian saw a faint line of blood in the bell, and her heart tightened, giving her a bad feeling.
Fire Qilin must have had an accident...
But there was nothing she could do.
Xiaomian planted all the spiritual plant seeds in the space. Then he left the space and returned home dejectedly.
Hei Wu's departure and her worry about Huo Qilin left her at a loss, not knowing where to go.
Xiao Mian thought blankly: What is the meaning of time travel?
Is it just to taste the taste of life, separation and death?
Once is not enough, do it again?
Li Xiaomian's sudden depression was felt by everyone in the Li family.
Mrs. Song asked her if she was sick?
Xiaomian shook his head and said that he was thinking about other ways to make money.
Sugar snowballs and candied haws are a winter business. After the New Year, they cannot be sold when the weather is hot.
With this excuse, Xiao Mian stayed at home and slept for three days.
Mrs. Song was relieved that she was really not sick.
I thought, this child is probably tired, so let her stay in bed.
Li also said: "Xiao Mian has been getting up early to make sweets for so many days. How can he not be tired? This child is also sensible and does not cry or make trouble."
Li Benshan said: "Don't bother her, let her have a good rest. When children grow, they lack sleep."
Therefore, during these three days, the family was careful not to make any noise, so as not to affect Xiao Mian's rest.
As for what she said about thinking about ways to make money, no one took her seriously.
Is the way to make money so good?
Xiao Sanshun scratched the door frame and poked her head around.
Why is the second sister so lazy? Does he want to play with the second sister?
Li Xiaomian looked over lazily.
Xiao Sanshun ran over quickly and looked up at her.
Li Xiaomian waved her hand, "I don't have any candy for you. You can go and play by yourself."
"I have candy. Second sister, can you play with me?"
The mistress dug and dug, and took out a bare candy from her pocket.
The dark candy was covered with grass chips.
The little guy was holding the candy far away.
Li Xiaomian raised his eyebrows: "You damn boy, have you learned how to seduce people?"
Inexplicably, she felt much happier.
The annual rings will not stop turning because of someone's departure, someone's helplessness, or someone's joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
The new year is approaching in a blink of an eye.
Children, don’t be greedy. After Laba Festival, it’s New Year. Drink Laba porridge for a few days, and you’ll be twenty-three in one drink...
During the Chinese New Year, farmers kill pigs and sheep and wear colorful clothes.
This year of the Li family has been spent in a busy manner.
Because there is an annual party before the year and a temple fair after the year.
Annual meetings and temple fairs are the golden stage of the Li family’s candied haws and snowball business.
The whole family gets up early and works hard until dusk.
Because he was too busy, it was not until the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month that Sanshun went home crying.
After eating eggs all winter, Sanshun's body became obviously much stronger, and the little guy cried so loudly.
"I want to wear a floral dress, I want to wear a floral dress? Wuwuwu..."
Only then did Mr. Song realize that it was the New Year and the New Year’s goods had not yet been prepared.
Sanshun cried for a while: "Ping An is already wearing floral clothes, woo woo woo..."
Ping'an is the youngest son of Aunt Lihua's family.
Although he was still sobbing, his voice was much softer.
Mrs. Song and Mrs. Li looked at each other.
Is it too late to make new clothes now?
Mrs. Li shook her head: "Buzhuang is closed."
Mrs. Song: "Then I'll cut more meat."
Xiao Mian: "Buy some red paper, pen and ink, and write Spring Festival couplets."
Mrs. Song turned to look at her second daughter.
She knew that several children took the time to learn to write, but could they write Spring Festival couplets?
Will he be laughed at?
Xiao Mian smiled and said: "Buy one and stick it on the door, and we can write the rest by ourselves. We can stick it on our own home. What are we afraid of?"
Mrs. Song nodded and hurried out.
Don't go too late, you won't have the meat anymore, so Sanshun will be hard to coax.
Mrs. Song bought three kilograms of pork. After all, she arrived late and they could only spare so much.
I bought red paper, pen and ink, and some yellow paper.
It’s Chinese New Year, and the child’s father has to be invited to the house to offer paper money and burn it.