It was windy and snowy.

evening.

A rickety figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, wiped the snow from his face, and pushed open the wooden door of the dilapidated courtyard.

There were several rooms in the yard, and he walked towards one of them familiarly.

"Chen Lin, why are you still going out in such weather? Aren't you afraid of being weird?"

It seemed that the door opened, and the window of another room was pushed open, revealing a yellowed woman's face.

"Oh, I don't have any rice at home. I'll go out and buy some. I'm going to go into seclusion during this period."

Chen Lin pointed to the big bag in his hand and said "oh" back.

The woman's eyes suddenly brightened, and she eagerly stuck her head out, covering her forehead with her hands to prevent snowflakes from falling into her eyes. She stared at the bag in Chen Lin's hand and said, "You bought rice, can you even it out for me?"

point?"

"cannot!"

Chen Lin decisively refused and opened the door of his room.

"I can get something in exchange!"

The woman's voice became more urgent. She was about to run out of food.

"Do you have anything valuable to exchange?"

Chen Lin paused for a moment and looked at the other party suspiciously.

The woman opened her mouth, then suddenly gritted her teeth and straightened her chest, "How about I spend the night with you?"

"Boom!"

What answered her was the dull sound of the door closing.

When the woman saw this, she looked disappointed.

Suddenly, her temperament changed suddenly, and she squinted her eyes and revealed a weird sneer, "Damn old thing, you deserve to be beaten to a bachelor, curse you for not being able to poop after eating, wait until I break through the middle stage of Qi training and you will look good!"

"Pooh!"

After spitting viciously, the woman slammed the window.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers instantly covered the footprints in the yard, and the entire city was shrouded in a blizzard.

Chen Lin stood in the house, silently watching the woman's disappearing face through the window, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He took off his hat, shook the snow off his body, and put the rice into the rice vat.

I found a few pieces of firewood to relight the extinguished stove, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.

After staring at the fire for a while, Chen Lin sighed, stood up and started cooking.

Putting the washed rice on the stove, he turned around and came to an old wooden table.

After sitting down, open the drawer.

First, he took out a palm-sized pile of yellow paper from his pocket, and then took out a silver brush.

Finally, he carefully took out a dark-colored bottle from his pocket and placed them on the table.

These items are talisman paper, talisman pens, and spiritual ink for making talismans.

He ventured out this time, partly because he didn't have rice, but mainly because he wanted to buy this spiritual ink.

A small bottle contains several spiritual stones, which is so expensive that it makes people’s hearts bleed.

After taking a look at the porridge cooking on the stove, Chen Lin took a breath, picked up a piece of talisman paper and laid it out.

Dip the silver talisman pen into spiritual ink, adjust your posture to the best state, and your expression becomes solemn.

The tip of the pen fell lightly, and thin lines shining with spiritual ink appeared on the talisman paper, slowly forming mysterious runes one after another.

The seemingly easy painting made Chen Lin sweat on the tip of his nose and his brush strokes became slower and slower.

When the whole talisman was halfway drawn, the runes on it suddenly flashed twice quickly, and then exploded with a bang.

Looking at the burnt tabletop in front of him, Chen Lin grinned.

"The first-level mid-level talisman is indeed much more difficult than the powerful talisman, and the requirements for mana are also high. The cultivation of the second level of Qi training is too difficult."

He shook his head, murmured to himself, and laid out another talisman paper again.

The repetitive process continues.

This time I drew more rune lines than before, but I still couldn't escape the fate of failure and exploded midway.

However, Chen Lin did not feel defeated at all, and calmly picked up a piece of talisman paper and laid it out again.

Another failure.

Paved.

fail.

Paved.

fail.

Chen Lin was like a robot, constantly repeating the action of drawing runes.

So and so.

Repeated nine times.

Then.

The tenth time.

There was still no change in the movement this time, and the talisman began to flicker and explode midway.

but.

Just when the runes on the talisman flickered for a while and were about to explode.

It was as if there was a big hand that roughly gathered the energy that had exploded into one place, and then pressed it into the talisman paper again.

Immediately afterwards.

The rune paper flashed, and the rune lines on it became clear and bright, and soon calmed down again.

A vague fireball pattern appeared on the talisman.

"It seems that the golden finger ability is also effective in refining first-level mid-grade talismans. Now there is another way to make money, but the ability is a bit weak. You can only win once in ten times."

Chen Lin took the talisman in his hand, nodded, and then shook his head.

As a time traveler, no matter how bad the status you obtain is, you still have the necessary benefits.

It's just that this golden finger is a bit tasteless.

It is an innate ability, and he calls it ‘a sure hit every ten times’.

The full name can be called: "Theoretically it is possible, and if you use the correct method to make any item, you will definitely succeed once in ten times."

If there is no restriction on using the correct method, then this ability can be said to be incredible, but with this restriction, it is quite frustrating.

What is the correct method?

Suppose you want to refine an elixir. You must first master the elixir recipe, be familiar with the refining steps, have a matching alchemy furnace and fire source, and your cultivation level must be within a reasonable range.

This is how you can win once in ten times.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing."

Chen Lin did not continue to complain.

Traveling to such a dangerous world, with such a bad start, it’s already good to have an ‘ability’ at your side.

At least, you can survive.

The fragrance of rice fills the air.

The porridge is ready.

Chen Lin stopped thinking about it, took the porridge pot off the stove, filled a bowl and started drinking it.

Although this is just rice porridge, it is not ordinary rice, but spiritual rice. It not only tastes endless aftertaste, but also has certain benefits for cultivation.

The price is naturally not cheap, one piece of spiritual stone weighs a pound.

Normally he wouldn't dare to be so extravagant, but this time it was because his cultivation had reached the peak of the second level of Qi training, and he wanted to see if he could make a breakthrough with the help of the energy of spiritual rice.

A bowl of porridge goes down quickly.

Gentle spiritual energy began to radiate from the stomach to the whole body.

Warm and very comfortable.

Unfortunately, the spiritual power was too little and it disappeared quickly.

Chen Lin, who was still unfinished, was about to serve another bowl when there was a knock on the door.
To be continued...