Early in the morning, it was an experiment and a drink of spiritual liquid, and at the same time, the body was light, and the stomach digested last night's dinner.

So he cooked a pot of rice porridge to fill his stomach. Two slices of greens were added halfway through, and a pot and spoon were stirred in the bubbling boiling soup to avoid sticking to the bottom of the pot.

Gollum~Poo!

The bubbles burst with a crisp sound. Chen Yu concentrated, sometimes stirring, sometimes stopping, not letting even a grain of rice scorch at the bottom. At first glance, it seems that he has not rice porridge at his disposal, but a pot of intricate potions.

The white rice rises and turns in the soup, gradually changing from slender to plump, from firm to soft and glutinous. The rice clothes are peeled off, and the rotten vegetable leaves are like waves in the pot, and you can vaguely smell the sweetness mixed with the steaming heat.

Swallowed. For some reason, he always felt a little hungrier than usual today.

Chen Yu suspected that the spiritual fluid not only washed his body, but also raised his already high amount of food again.

It can only be said that blessings and misfortunes depend.

And that's exactly what happened. Two quarters of an hour later, he looked at the empty bowls and clay pots in front of him, as clean as if they had been licked, and was speechless for a moment.

As the old saying goes, it's good to eat early, eat full at noon, and eat less at night.

But all this has changed when he arrives, no matter morning, noon or night, he has to eat three meals, otherwise the belly will be the first to be dissatisfied, and he will make a fuss.

"That's it, it's a blessing to be able to eat."

The left and right have turned into nutrients to nourish the body, which can not only meet the consumption of martial arts, but also will not wantonly grow fat and make the body fat and round.

No longer thinking about what he had or didn't have, Chen Yu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and then changed into the Qingtian Cloud Crane Taoist robe and respectfully offered incense and candles to the worship hall.

There are a lot of things going on today, and he has always been self-aware, and he feels that he is likely to be so busy that he forgets about this Dao Ancestor and the true monarchs from all walks of life, so he simply advances a few hours in advance.

As for whether it is not at noon, the yang energy is not enough, and whether the great god can taste it or not is none of his business.

After solving these trivial things, Chen Yu came to the vegetable garden with a hoe.

He plans to transplant some more, catalyzing them into mutant plants. Although I am also curious about how the medicinal varieties bought under the influence of the spirit will change, the herbs grow for too long, and the environment layout is more troublesome. At present, it is better to start with simple vegetables and fruits.

After accumulating enough experience, or finding an easier way to induce spiritual effects, it is not too late to experiment with medicinal seeds, anyway, the activity of those seeds he bought can be preserved for a short time.

In the courtyard, carefully avoiding breaking the roots, Chen Yu slowly dug up some vegetables and put them aside.

Two white sticks, two orchid fruits, and a handful of about seven or eight jade insect coats and a large handful of green vegetable seedlings.

Compared to before, this time I am a lot more proficient, so it is all intact and there is not much damage.

In addition, the white stick and the orchid fruit are both dug into the adult plant, and in order to create a contrast, he also specially pulled out a ripe orchid fruit to prepare for transplantation.

There are more than a dozen red fruits under the leaves, and I picked one in the process of filling the soil, wiped it twice on my clothes and threw it directly in my mouth.

Eating and digging, after all the transplants were completed, Chen Yu was about to stretch out his claws and pull another one to treat himself, but found that Lan Tingguo had not much left, leaving only two or three to hide in the depths of the blades of grass and shiver.

With the corners of his eyebrows raised, he stood up and returned from the medicine field to the vegetable garden, grabbing the red fruits covered by the green leaves between the soil and the dragons.

I had a lot of them in my arms.

"I didn't find it before, Lan Tingguo is quite suitable for being a snack."

The cheeks are swollen and the mouth is full of fresh sweet juice.

Smack!

After a while, Chen Yu, who was eating and wiping his hands cleanly, followed the last operation, closed his eyes and concentrated, and his mind sank into the sea of consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, a full moon-like silver-white light particle fell off and was ingested by him out of thin air.

However, it did not stop, and the waves continued to surge.

Prosperous! Rumble!

Spray and silver light intertwined in the void, and the endless ocean reverberated endlessly.

The waves are not driven out of thin air, but rely on his mental power, and each slap consumes a part of it.

As time passed, Chen Yu's mind gradually became a little unstable, and the rows of waves began to become low, and faintly, the momentum fell, far less majestic than at the beginning.

After a long time, he finally stopped, not because of anything else, but because his consciousness was about to be unable to support it.

The spirit is about to dry up, and if it doesn't stop there, it will hurt the brain, ranging from internal concussion to dementia and stupidity.

So had to stop.

Fortunately, the harvest was not small, and after looking at the quiet and motionless light particles on the side, Chen Yu was quite satisfied. Immediately after that, the thought moved, and he broke away from the space of consciousness and returned to the outside world.

When he opened his eyes and felt the three points of light in his mind that could be adjusted at any time, he flashed a trace of doubt while delighting.

It's only been ten days since the last time I manipulated my spiritual power to dig into the corner of the Sea of Consciousness. At that time, although I didn't use all my strength, I only picked out one grain.

It is estimated that even if the spiritual power is consumed to the critical threshold like today, it will only be two grains at most.

And now it's an extra grain of inspiration.

The reason for this is probably that the mental power has been improved.

Chen Yu recalled, and finally locked on an object.

Ichor.

At this time, I think that the feeling that the soul seems to be washed at that time should not be vain, but it really acts on the spiritual aspect, so that his spiritual power has been enhanced.

It seems that I will have to take a few more sips when I go back later.

Then Chen Yu suddenly remembered that he was only intoxicated with the comfort of the full top and bottom, and forgot to remember the taste of the spiritual liquid itself.

At this moment, I have no impression of it.

Isn't this the same as Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit? Unable to help but laugh a little, he retracted his senses, squatted down and injected the spirit into the soil of the medicine field.

Unlike last time, although the three areas were transplanted and planted with corresponding vegetables, they were not lined up to the brim, but each plant was separated by some distances.

Last time, only a white stick survived, and after some analysis, he guessed that it might have been too dense to provide for the spiritual machine.

Now that this is the case, it should be better than last time...... Probably.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the inspiration was really limited, he would have tried to put in a few more pills to see the results.

Now we can only hope that these plants in front of us can grow vigorously like the big white roots, and finally breed spiritual energy and spiritual sources, which can be melted into water and turned into spiritual liquid, which can be drunk and nourished by the spirit.

If your spiritual power increases, you will naturally be able to cut out more spiritual energy, plant more land, and get more spiritual liquid.

Perfect closed loop.

Ha-yawn!

By injecting the spiritual energy, through perception, you can 'see' the network under the soil layer that is slowly formed, hanging on the roots of vegetables and vegetables, connecting with them and catalyzing nourishment.

Then it's time to wait.

Scratching the back of his head, Chen Yu stretched. This time, he dug up three spiritual machines at one time, and he felt a little dizzy after spending too much energy. After hastily disposing of the medicine field, he returned to the Taoist temple and moved a chair to lie down on his back.

With a shake of his right hand, he shook out a bag of water bladders, which contained the spiritual liquid after the fusion of yesterday's well water and spiritual energy.

Untie it and take a sip with your head up.

The warm throat moistening sensation swelled on the lips and tongue, and after swallowing slowly, it turned into a ball of warmth and slowly dispersed, like a gurgling flow through the bones of his limbs, Chen Yu couldn't help moaning, changed to a comfortable posture and closed his eyes.

The spiritual power is recovering, and the flesh and blood meridians are strengthening little by little under the action of the spiritual fluid.

All changes occur imperceptibly, and when a gust of spring breeze blows away the clouds in the sky, the sun shines down on the courtyard, and you can see that there is a faint hazy white covering the body, as if covered with a layer of white jade.