After the smoke and dust dispersed, Ling Luo could see the whole of the hut clearly. There was no bed, only a hard board lying on the ground. There was a porcelain vase placed on the hard board. Next to the porcelain vase, there was a note with two words written on it -
Spiritual seed.
Ling Luo leaned down, picked up the porcelain bottle, poured out a grain, and put it in the palm of his hand.
The seeds are brown-black and extremely shriveled, no different from tiny gravels on the ground.
She closed her eyes, inserted a trace of spiritual power, and checked the life fluctuations within the spiritual seed.
It's too weak, almost nonexistent.
If you want to use ordinary methods to breed spiritual seeds into spiritual roots within seven days, it will be extremely difficult to achieve.
This was her mission for seven days.
Ling Luo couldn't help but sigh deeply, her eyes drifted to the corner of the room and saw a hoe.
The corners of her eyes twitched.
Forget it, let's take what comes. Because of Yu, there is a reason why she has to win.
Thinking of this, a look of hope flashed in Ling Luo's eyes. She stepped forward, picked up the hoe, and walked into the wasteland outside the hut.
Just do it!
Ling Luo raised the hoe with both hands and smashed it against the dry and barren land. Let's start by weeding and plowing the ground.
However--
"哐"!
When the hoe fell on the ground, it made a deafening sound. This wasteland was as hard as a rock.
The hoe in Ling Luo's hand also collapsed and flew out due to the rebound force of the hard ground, and her arm was numb from the shock.
She looked at the ground in disbelief, what the hell is this?
"No, it must have been an illusion just now. Try it again." Ling Luo encouraged herself.
She picked up the hoe again, concentrated her pure energy on her arms, a bright light flashed in her beautiful eyes, shouted loudly, and then hoeed the field hard.
"哐"!
A louder and sharper sound came out.
This time, because Ling Luo used too much force, her whole body and the hoe flew out together.
Not only did the field fail to be hoeed, she actually landed on her butt, which was so painful.
Ling Luo rubbed her butt and buttocks, frowned, and muttered: "This land is really evil."
When the pain subsided a little, Ling Luo stood up energetically again and tightened her grip on the hoe.
"Sure enough, the task of Grade A is extremely arduous, even farming cannot be careless. Last time I used five points of vitality, this time I have to use ten points!"
However, it's all in vain.
Ling Luo tried again and again and slashed wildly, but it was of no use at all. Not to mention turning over the soil, not even a crack was left in the wasteland.
Ling Luo wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, almost helpless.
She had been busy for probably more than an hour. Looking at the sky, the sun had already set.
Forget it, let's take a good rest, conserve some energy, and think carefully about countermeasures.
Ling Luo replied, "Inside the thatched house," her eyelids drooped helplessly. Can people really sleep in this kind of place?
She swept the hard bed board on the floor, then took out two pieces of clothing from the black jade space ring, threw them on it, and lay down.
So hard——
My whole body hurts.
But it has to be said that when people are stimulated by pain nerves, their brains are always particularly bright.
What should be done with the wasteland outside the door?
Suddenly, a light flashed in my mind.
Even if she can't hoe the ground, she can still get rid of the weeds first. Don't farmers like to burn the weeds with a fire and then use them as fertilizer before sowing seeds?