Those years of farming in the mountains

Bitter winter.

The wind this year is more piercing than in previous years.

The branches and leaves among the trees decayed early, and the bare rocks appeared cold.

In the morning, mist filled the air.

When Chen Yu came back from outside the Great Wall, he used his proficient dust-dispelling technique on himself, as if the tiredness from the long journey had drifted away along with the dust.

Step into the lively world.

Even if his heart is quiet, he still can't help feeling a little affection at this moment. In this world, probably only the remote small temple on Qingtai Mountain can be called home.

It was also after entering the state capital that Chen Yu was surprised to hear that Emperor Liang died, the new emperor was assassinated, and the court fell apart.

Before he could return to Shiya, the news of Jianye's fall and Daliang's failure to return came like a tide.

The world was in an uproar.

In fact, the incident happened in mid-November, and now it is approaching the end of the year. The changes brewed during the difference of more than ten days are far from simple to explain in one or two sentences.

"It's come to this point after all."

Recalling back then, it was only half a year since he went north to Qidi, and it seemed like yesterday.

It can only be said that the ups and downs of the world are unpredictable.

Chen Yu has feelings for the demise of Nanliang, but it is not too deep. Earlier when I saw that the court official in the palace was immersed in evil thoughts like an abyss like a sea, I already knew that there would be such a day, but it came too soon. , came at random, slightly unexpected.

After a while, the stone teeth were faintly visible.

Feeling timid near the hometown, fortunately, he has a good cultivation base, and this inexplicable disturbance quickly disappeared, and his thoughts returned to normal.

Entering the city and leaving the city, walk through the dirt road, and then you can see Qingtai Mountain after more than ten miles.

"..."

Standing at the intersection, looking up, Chen Yu gazed at the sea of ​​frost and mist that was churning and curling non-stop.

It is really eye-catching, and it is difficult to compare with the quiet and remote delicate hills in the past.

Different from ordinary people, his eyes are dotted with spiritual light. He penetrates the outside and falls straight to the inside, and has a clear view of the scene inside.

Then he saw that inside the familiar courtyard wall, a deer and a fish ganged up together, harming the spiritual field, swallowing a lot of spiritual plants, hiccupping from time to time, sitting up and spitting out after playing, so happy!
The fog came from the instinctive practice of the two. He looked at the formations on the roads at the foot of the mountain. Sure enough, there were still many gaps in the techniques at that time, which gave the two guys a chance to take advantage of the breath. Triggering and operating mode effect changes.

This was not the original intention of the gluttonous deer and the two, it was a coincidence.

Chen Yu stepped out, submerged in the mist, and climbed up the stairs along the mountain road.

The frost mist avoids the sides, and does not stick to a corner of the clothes.

Not long after, the Taoist temple was hidden in front.

Compared with when we left, the spirituality of the mountain today is stronger, and the auras of No. [-] and No. [-] suspended in the air are like strips of dough, fluctuating with the wind.

He went to the backyard first, and raised his eyebrows. He was a little surprised at the integrity of the formation, and looked carefully. There were no gaps in the barrier covering the field.

Rubbing his chin, he is now quite curious about how the other side arched in like this.

"It's no wonder that the spirituality of the gluttonous deer is a bit weird just now, and even the breath of breathing is also contaminated with some characteristics, so it can affect the operation of the formation."

Not only the deer, but the black fish is also filled with a layer of indistinct power, which is completely different from the ones he knows, and it seems to be born naturally after a rough feeling.

Chen Yu originally thought that the two little guys had instinctively adapted to the changes when they imitated their spirituality, but now it seems that there are still some things worth exploring.

Snapped!
Just as he was thinking, he stretched out his right middle finger and tapped it in the air.

With a soft sound, invisible golden ripples spread from under the knuckles, fainting in the sky and the earth.

Gradually, the light flickered and faded, and the earth, rocks, grass and plants appeared one after another.

Chen Yu glanced at the back and walked straight to the innermost part of the Lingtian. Fortunately, perhaps because it was not to his liking, the peach and tea trees were well preserved, unlike the mess behind him.

He waved his sleeves and rolled up the aura, moved the two together with their roots and leaves to the wonderland, and planted them on the shore of Xinghu Lake and a corner of the mountainside respectively.

The spirituality here is more abundant, and there are continuous spewing of the meaning of good fortune, and dozens of stars transformed from secret treasures are constantly spreading light day and night, nourishing many spiritual plants on the earth.

The blue peach fruits on the peach tree were shaking, and soon after taking root, the branches and leaves spread out, and strands of spiritual energy evaporated from the spiritual soil on the ground, almost liquefied.

The tea tree is also similar, obviously both adapt quickly and are satisfied with the current environment.

Xu Yu is frugal and extravagant. At this time, the peach and tea trees are full of vitality, and the moment in the spectacle is worth half a day in the outside world, and they grow extremely fast.

Looking at this, Chen Yu reckoned that the peaches should be harvested in about January, and the camellia planted by himself would not take too long to soak in a pot.

Back to the moment, after packing the two that he valued more than other spiritual plants, he did not stop at the spiritual field that had been eaten countless times, but raised his eyes to look.

At that time, before going down the mountain for a cloud tour, the floating field was created with light grass, divided into three parts, and the largest part has been integrated into the wonderland and the Qingyun Mountain into one, and it is filled under the mountain lake to consolidate the earth.

The other two were smaller, and he used them to plant a batch of spiritual plants, including Runchang Grass, Orchid Fruit, and other types of spiritual seeds that were cultivated by the second spiritual machine, as well as the Yuan plant that was cultivated by the third spiritual machine. spiritual root.

So far, the batch of psychic fluids and spirit stones used in his hands have been consistent, including the spirit stones transformed from radish cultivation, all of which are still in the second cultivation stage of inspiration.

Now the only one that has really started three spiritual cultivations is Yuanlinggen, and it was planted in the floating field above the Taoist temple early.

I don't know how it will grow.

He sighed to himself, the situation should not be very good.Just now when he was looking down from the spiritual sense, when he swept across the sky, he vaguely reflected a trace of the scene in the floating field.

Withered.

This is also expected.I thought that the second and third times the brainstorming would be very slow, and it would be fine for me to leave Yunyou for three to five months or even half a year.

Unexpectedly, since August last year, it has been one year and four months since I entered the mortal world. Without care and care, it is not like the usual stable spiritual seeds and spiritual plants. The newly cultivated plants are prone to fatigue and wither and die halfway.

Fortunately, spiritual bamboo and other existing spiritual plants are planted on the other side of the floating field. As long as the spiritual energy is sufficient, even if it dies season by season, new shoots will always sprout.

Chen Yu stepped on the cloud and came into the air, and with a wave of his hand, he blew away the blockade outside the two floating fields.

Like a bubble bursting, the formation turned into countless phantoms.

These two places are no better than the spiritual fields behind the hospital, and they have not been harmed by gluttonous deer, but the situation is indeed not as optimistic as I expected.

Especially in the area where the Yuanlinggen, which was cultivated three times by spiritual inspiration, was planted, the soil was grayish-yellow, and the spirituality was seriously lost, with clusters of black withered buds scattered on the surface.

They're all dead... He scooped up a handful and it turned into dust when he touched it.After a long while, after several identifications, it was determined that it was the leaf of Yuan Linggen, but there was no vitality left at all.

"Pity."

Turning his head to look at another place, he was quite satisfied.

Although the spiritual soil filled in the floating field is also yellow and has no spirituality, there are many green spiritual bamboos scattered on it, and a thin layer of light silver is scattered on the ground.

The wind blows, and the silver is rolled upside down into the bosom.

"Sure enough, it's a silver penny."

He looked around and found that the bamboo and rice that should have been concluded together had disappeared, and they probably had sunk into the soil to rot.

Weighing the stack of silver cents several feet high in his hand, the color is dull and the texture is a bit poor, but fortunately, a lot can be left after refining.

"Now, it's a big step closer to knitting a dress for myself."