Facts have proved that weeding is worthy of Chen Yu's second best job - the first best is naturally cooking.

Fishing has to come in third.

After the hospital, in less than two moments, the original messy medicine field was cleaned up, and even the compacted soil layer was turned over shallowly, and the loose and soft soil was spread on the ground, some yellowed, and it didn't look very fertile.

Gesturing left and right, he measured the distance under his feet, pulled out two shallow ditches with a hoe, and divided the already small medicine field into three, after thinking about it, Chen Yu walked to the smallest area, half-squatted down, and touched the ground with his palm.

In the depths of his consciousness, the waves were turbulent, and he had already experienced it a few times, and he was very familiar with driving the waves transformed by his spiritual power to continuously lap on the invisible net.

The silver-white spirit machine as bright as the stars was very firmly inlaid, but it was still cut off under his perseverance.

Chen Yu stuck his finger into the soil.

Try to combine the spirit with the soil.

Unexpectedly, there was no change in the soil after the injection of the spiritual machine, neither thickening out of thin air nor becoming black fertilizer.

He was not disappointed, he just watched and felt the spiritual changes in the soil.

After a long time, that grain of light began to dissipate, turning into countless scattered and invisible points of light, like fireworks blooming in the soil.

It's just that Chen Yu at this time finally waited for the change he wanted. The surprise in his eyes grew stronger.

As the spirit disintegrated, he saw a different scene that he had never seen before.

The silvery white particles of light turned into countless parts, glued to each grain of soil, and the rotting leaves, dead branches, stones, everything under the soil layer was enveloped. The collapse continued, and while the particles of light became smaller and smaller, the breadth of the adhesion spread dramatically. From one point to another, each time a target is wrapped, it continues to radiate in all directions.

In the end, when the spiritual machine had become almost unperceivable even by Chen Yu, everything froze.

A network of countless silver-white nodes appeared before him, covered under the layers of soil.

"It can really be diluted!"

Chen Yu tried to dig through the soil with his hands again, and found that once the soil left the earth, the diluted spirit in it would dissipate within half an hour.

Completely scattered into the air, no longer noticeable.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up, went to the vegetable garden next to him and pulled out two white sticks, and after thinking about it, he pulled the jade insect coat.

Gently insert it into the medicine field. Only a part of it was put in. The rest was planted in the soil that had not been integrated into the spiritual machine. When transplanting, the plants are specially separated from each other to avoid overgrowth and squeezing.

Comparing the two, you may be able to gain something.

Then he leaned against the wall and waited.

Somewhat surprisingly, after a quarter of an hour, the plants were still the same, unchanged.

In particular, the plants on the soil with spiritual power are not at all like the previous ones that twitch wantonly as soon as they come into contact with them, and they grow wildly quickly.

"It seems that there will be no results for a while."

It remains to be seen whether the diluted psychic will be able to exert enough effect on the target receptor as he imagined.

Chen Yu no longer waited, but returned to the view and began his routine lunch break.

Today I watched "Guangyun Theory. The Book of the Five Elements", the content of this Taoist scripture is mixed and simple, which is very suitable for a fake Taoist priest like him who has half a bucket of water.

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it came to Shenshi, that is, around three o'clock in the afternoon.

"I don't know what happened to those earthworms."

Curious, he removed the bamboo tube that had been hanging on the post, and since he decided to make a good fishing rod, these earthworms obtained from weeding and digging ditches have been stuffed in the tube, except for the ventilation holes, which have not seen the light of day for a long time.

When I unscrewed the lid, I saw that the soil inside was fine, apparently drilled from time to time, and it seemed to be a little darker than the color of two days ago.

Sure enough, earthworms can fertilize the soil.

The thought slipped, and Chen Yu thought about whether to put these earthworms in the medicine garden first? Forget it, put it in the vegetable garden, there is still an inspiration in the medicine field, this group of guys may not know what to do when they go down, in case they wake up and find that they are surrounded by a group of earthworm kings......

I shudder to think about that scene.

Speaking of the earthworm king, he set his eyes on the other bamboo tube on the side.

After opening it, the other party's straight body was still stiff, and there was still no trace of corruption.

Does the spirit also have a preservation effect?

It's a good feeling. He thought wildly, turning his attention back to the immediate moment. I originally wanted to use this dead earthworm king to fish, try to see if there is a dragon and a dragon hidden under the deep pool in the ravine like the legend, but the fishing rod did not land, and I don't know how long it can be kept fresh if I put it down, so I can only find a way to deal with it first, so as not to drag out an earthworm zombie again and again.

In other words, is the earthworm infused with the spirit still an earthworm?

Can you really fish? Fish won't be disgusted, right......

Maybe it's really a lack of spring and summer, as the willow trees on the mountain road begin to bud, Chen Yu feels that his head is more and more cranky.

Thoughts are like catkins, I can't tell when they will float to the sky, and I can't get them back.

In the end, Chen Yu still took the bamboo tube, went upside down in the vegetable garden, and gently patted the bottom twice.

Toot toot!

The dirt flew down, and the earthworms wrapped in it fell one by one, and some of them clumped together and rolled on the ground.

It can be clearly seen that these earthworms are much thinner than when they were caught, Chen is good at vegetable farming, but he is still a pure newcomer in terms of breeding.

The kind that doesn't even get in.

He took a hoe and dug up the earth to cover the earthworms scattered on the ground, lest these little ones finally escape from the tiger's mouth and die from the sun.

After dealing with this, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have missed something - although he did not put any living creatures into the medicine field, it was estimated that there would still be a large number of small insects in the soil.

Fortunately, the Inspiration isn't dangerously set to attract other creatures, so it shouldn't be a big problem to leave it overnight.

"Hopefully I won't wake up tomorrow surrounded by a bunch of fist-sized bugs."

It turns out that reality is always unremarkable.

When I woke up the next day, not only were there no insects, but most of the transplanted plants in the medicine field were dead.

It is estimated that Chen Yu's craftsmanship is too poor, and the roots are seriously damaged.

After a night, half of it immediately withered, and some of the leaves in the remaining half were yellow, and as for the few jade insect clothes, they were even more crooked, and none of them survived.

He focused on the innermost corner of the medicine field, where a grain of spirit was placed, and most of the plants planted on it were also killed, and only a big white stick was still struggling to support it, and he didn't know when it would die.

Squatting down to concentrate on perception, with the spiritual power far beyond ordinary people and the natural fit with the spiritual machine, he can still vaguely feel the fluctuation of the spiritual machine in the soil layer.

The net I saw yesterday was no longer in shape, tattered, and most of the spiritual energy that had entered the soil had evaporated after a whole night.

The only surviving white root is still the same, and the size and color have not changed.

Failed again?

Not really.

It is true that the fragmented network of spiritual machines is about to collapse completely, but what can be clearly seen through the layers of the earth is that one node after another is constantly converging towards a certain place.

It's the big white stick that is in a difficult situation

The spirit condensed in the center of the rhizome, forming a cloud-like mist, and something seemed to be brewing between the churns.

Chen Yu tried his best to see clearly, and the next moment, the ocean in his consciousness seemed to be moved, and his gaze suddenly crossed the leaves and stems, penetrating them.

He saw it.

It was a milky wisp of gas.