After taking care of everything outside, Qingyang blocked the entrance of the cave with stones again, allowing the master to rest inside, and he turned around and entered the mountain forest. While it was still early, he prepared to walk around the woods and test some of his ideas by the way.

One of his most important thoughts is his own induction of spiritual objects, according to the records of the longevity formula, after becoming an immortal cultivator, he opened the shackles of the primordial gods, and his divine thoughts could sense the existence of ordinary spiritual objects, such as the aura in the air, the spiritual grass growing underground, as well as spiritual stones, demon beasts, and so on.

It's a pity that the spiritual objects in the outside world are extremely scarce, and they are not at all something that a beginner immortal cultivator like him can find, Qingyang doesn't even know the variety, characteristics, and growth environment of the spirit grass, so such an aimless blind turn is purely a waste of time.

More than two hours passed, and he found that there were also spiritual qi in other places, but the places were different, and there were thin and rich differences, and he didn't even find a single hair.

While looking for spiritual objects, he also transplanted some wild flowers and weeds into the space of the Drunken Immortal Hurd, and even got some plant seeds and scattered them in the open space next to him, wanting to test whether plants could grow in the space of the Drunken Immortal Hu.

However, watering seemed to be a problem, and he tried to find some utensils that could hold water and try to draw water from the outside world, and then sent it to the Drunken Immortal Gourd space for watering, but it turned out that it was too tiring to do so.

Then he put the drunken fairy gourd directly into the river and asked him to pour water into it himself, which was quite convenient, but the water poured in was like a rain in the space, flowing everywhere, and even some water was stored in the nine wine pools.

After several attempts, he finally found a trick, when pouring water into the drunken immortal gourd, if he used his divine mind to control it slightly, the scope of the rain could come according to his own requirements, and only rain where he wanted him to rain.

It's just that this method consumes more divine thoughts, and his current strength is relatively low, so he can only use it when he needs it, and he can't usually try it casually.

At this time, Qingyang suddenly had an idea, his current self is like the master of the Drunken Immortal Hu's space, he wants him to rain whenever he wants, and he can let it rain wherever he wants, but the space of the Drunken Xianhu is relatively small.

If you magnify him countless times, and a world will be generated inside, won't it be the same as the world outside you? I don't know if there is also a master in the world I live in.

After thinking about it for a while, Qingyang flashed into the space of the drunken immortal gourd, and was busy for half an afternoon, he wanted to take a look at the results of this period just now.

The space of the drunken immortal is foggy, the space humidity is much larger, the wine pool square on the stone floor in the middle is better, and the other places are already muddy. Qingyang stepped on the dirt and came to the plants he had planted.

Wild flowers and weeds are too troublesome to grow, only a small patch, not even a cent of land, but the wild plant seeds have gotten a lot, and they have been scattered on the side of an acre of land. But the time is too short, and the place where the seeds are planted has not changed much, but the wild flowers and weeds are very spiritual, although they have been transplanted once, but looking at the situation, it seems that it is better than growing outside.

It seems that this space is still suitable for plant growth, and since there is no problem, then the four seeds I got in the dense ground can be planted here.

As soon as he said it, Qingyang directly dug a pit in the land with his hands and planted the seeds, in order to avoid mutual interference, only one seed was planted on each side around Jiuchi Square. What the immortal masters left behind must be good things, and they don't know what they can grow in the future, Qingyang is full of longing.

After planting the seeds, Qingyang was about to go out, and suddenly smelled a faint aroma of wine, which was very similar to the taste of immortal wine that he smelled for the first time in the hall in the secret ground, but it was much lighter, and it didn't have the power to make people almost drunk when they smelled it.

What's going on? Could it be that there is something wrong with the Drunken Immortal Hu space?

Qingyang quickly found the source of the aroma of the wine, which was in the ninth wine pool on the wine pond square, he took a closer look, and suddenly realized. It turned out that when it rained in the drunken fairy gourd in the afternoon, some of the rain fell into the wine pool. This situation is not good, and it seems that these wine pools will have to be covered in the future.

The other eight wine pools have been dry for I don't know how many years, and the rain falling into them has no effect, and this ninth wine pool was filled with a lot of immortal alcohol flowers a few days ago. Although it was drunk by the wine bees, it didn't know how clean it was, and now when it was washed away by the rain, the smell of the wine was washed out, and I sniffed it with my nose, and it seemed to be very fragrant.

Qingyang suddenly became interested, he tied a rope to the bottom of the pool, and then dipped a little with his finger and put it in his mouth to taste, the taste was very strong, I don't know how many times better than those fine wines in the outside world, and even compared to the alcoholic bee honey drunk in the dense ground.

The immortal wine in this wine pool has been diluted countless times by the rain, and there is still this kind of taste, and the immortal alcohol Hua didn't know how powerful it should be, thinking of this, Qingyang felt a faint pain in his chest, such a good thing was actually stolen by a few bees, it was really a tyrannical thing.

But that's fine, this diluted immortal wine doesn't have that much strength, and ordinary people won't have problems drinking it, so they can put some on it and give it to the master to taste.

Finding two clean porcelain bottles filled with some rain wine, Qingyang flashed out of the drunken immortal space, and saw that it was not early, he caught two hares in the mountain forest, and then returned to the cave.

Qingyang packed up the hare, took it back to the cave and handed it to the master, but Songhe Lao Dao took a bite and put it down, and it seemed that he had no appetite at all.

Seeing that Songhe Lao Dao was still a little appetizing, Qingyang knew why, he smiled, took out a porcelain bottle filled with rain wine from his arms, and then shook it in front of Songhe Lao Dao's eyes, and said, "Master, what do you think this is?" ”

Songhe Lao Dao is extremely sensitive to wine, Qingyang just took it out and he smelled it, for him, wine is his life, as long as there is wine, nothing is a problem. His eyes narrowed into a slit with joy, and he said in surprise: "Wine, where did you get the wine in this barren mountain and wilderness?" ”

Qingyang scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "That, didn't I tell you about the wine pool before?" I brushed the pool with water in the afternoon, and this ......"

Songhe was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the contents of the porcelain vase to be this origin, and said: "That is to say, it is not wine at all, but the water you used to brush the pool?" ”

Qingyang nodded awkwardly and said, "Yes." ”