In the end, Chen Yu chose a few stout and luxuriant flowers, and invested in the inspiration.

When the spirit is strong, the speed of excavation is greatly accelerated, and the recovery is also convenient.

But until now, he hadn't been able to penetrate the vague film behind the obscuring vision. The film is hidden in the tide of consciousness, and only through meditation can we calm the turbulent waves and see the true face.

However, not to mention that it is not easy to enter the first light every time, even if you see it, it is useless, after all, the spiritual power cannot penetrate, and even the place where the consciousness space has not been found so far.

The complexity of the brain domain far exceeds that of the five organs, he doesn't dare to move too much, and when his mental power is driven, he can only float around the Mud Pill Palace, as for the depths of his consciousness, he has no confidence to explore.

There have been several times when the spiritual power has taken the initiative to descend into the misty chaos, but there is no trace, as if it has been cut off.

Repeat it twice, and he won't waste it anymore.

"Sooner or later, I'll find out."

There are too many unknowns and incomprehensions in the spiritual field, and he has been influenced by all kinds of literature in his two lifetimes, and he always feels that digging deep into the spiritual potential is infinite and the future is limitless.

And as he returned to the mountain, many of the ideas he had earlier could also be put on the agenda, such as pinching a villain in the Mud Pill Palace.

"When my Yuan Shen is completed, I will definitely reflect Daqian!"

muttering something that ordinary people can't understand, in short, that's what it means.

Retracting his gratuitous thoughts, Chen Yu turned his head and saw the stupid deer staring at him. The face couldn't help shaking, but fortunately, the other party shouldn't understand.

Rub the deer's head angrily.

It was so that the fawn couldn't bear to jump and escape, so he went to the backyard with his hands behind his back.

The Yuan Shen in the Taoist book is extremely mysterious, and it can be condensed by very people, but it is not a matter here in Chen Yu, because he doesn't know whether the villain he pinched is the so-called Yuan Shen.

After being pinched into a mud pill, can there really be something supernatural...... Everything is unknown.

"Later, maybe it will work."

In addition to pinching the villain in the mud pill palace, there are also five internal organs that are also planned. Originally, he was planning to use fetal breath to build a passage between the organs, imitating the method of collecting evil recorded in a scripture, and at the same time, it also fits the saying that the five elements of the Taoist sect are born and rotate endlessly.

But then there was Qi seed, and this idea was put out of my mind, and I no longer wanted to spend this effort.

"The liver has condensed the Qi seed, and the rest of the four places have to be made up."

Not only that, but the six intestines are indispensable, and if the situation allows, he has to fill in some of the human body's orifices.

Since he found out that he couldn't find the legendary middle dantian that could reside qi in a short period of time, Chen Yu thought about using all the acupoint joints that could be found as a spare dantian.

Although there is no magic and transcendence of the upper dantian and the lower dantian, these places are so related to the physical body, I can't tell what will happen after filling in the Qi seed.

"It should be a good thing."

No matter how bad it is, it can speed up the absorption of Qi by the body, thereby promoting the strengthening of the body.

Chen Yu felt that this idea was really not bad, and he also thought of no longer arranging according to Zhou Tianxingdou's position, filling in little by little? In this way, once the spiritual fluid is absorbed, it must be extremely shocking from the perspective of spiritual power.

Of course, all of the above is in the imagination, and it is still far from being realized.

Especially in the end, the acupuncture points of the human body are not the number of stars in Zhou Tian, and they cannot be arranged at will.

So for now, it's just a delusion when he's bored.

……

Backyard, medicine field.

The spring millet is tall and spreads all over the fields.

The field is very well maintained, and a lot of effort was spent on taking care of it earlier, so even if it is ten days away from the mountain, there are not many weeds growing at this time.

Stepping on the gap, Chen Yu pulled up the scattered weeds and threw them aside, while squatting down to carefully examine the germinated crops.

Before leaving, he threw the spring millet seeds cultivated by the spiritual liquid in the field, and poured a bag of spiritual liquid mixed with well water and sprinkled it with water.

Now it was growing well, far more than he had seen at the bottom of the mountain.

Faintly visible, some of them began to tassel, it has only been ten days, you can imagine how fast.

Not all of them are satisfactory, though.

Chen Yu looked at the corner of the medicine field.

There was no spring millet there, only a stalk of decay.

That's where he deliberately didn't apply the ipsichord, and the result goes without saying, all of them died and didn't grow.

Looking at its appearance, it seems to be caused by a lack of fertility, but the medicine field is already a rare Ueda on the mountain, but it still can't be satisfied.

Is it catalyzed by ichor......

Chen Yu suspected that the demand for fertility, or spiritual liquid, had been greatly amplified by the batch of grain seeds that had been catalyzed by the spiritual liquid, and ordinary field power could not sow seeds at all.

After thinking about this, he couldn't help sighing, he thought that he could produce one more grain crop with high yield and fast harvest, but it seems that it is still very early at the moment, even if these can really produce a thousand catties per mu, they can only be limited to the mountains.

No one else has a spiritual fluid to fertilize these crops.

"But it's enough to support yourself."

I just don't know how this kind of millet cultivated by the spiritual fluid eats.

Although he was curious in his heart, Chen Yu was not greedy enough to directly pull a handful of immature tastes. He got up and hugged a bunch of green grass with long leaves, which had also eaten the spiritual liquid, and the leaves were large, tender, and extremely green.

I hugged the fawn and threw food for a while.

The sky was faintly bright, and Chen Yu returned to the view to cook. The fawn departed and sank into the depths of the forest.

……

May 18, cloudy and rainy.

Sitting under the eaves, he wore a robe and looked out into the sky.

After going down the mountain for ten days, there was no rain, and at most on the way back, there was a strong wind, but it never got down.

But now, it rained as soon as I returned to the mountain, and the time was quite accurate.

In front of him, a scroll was spread out.

Chen Yu read it carefully, and after returning to the mountain for two days, he first sorted out the harvest, and then immersed himself in the books he brought back. Considering that there were too few books on the mountain, the Taoist books he chose to bring back were not too thin, but thick stacks.

plus the four books given by Daoist Jiang, a total of more than twenty copies, all of which he put down on the wooden shelves in the utility room.

Leaning against the original Taoist books.

At this moment, what he was reading was the book "Fire Trick Imagination" that Daoist Jiang had spent time introducing.

Remember, this is a saying that Daomen has only recently emerged. In my memory, the old Taoist priest only talked about meditation and the pursuit of self-insight, and as for the method of preserving other things and contemplating one's own body, few professors were taught.

In fact, as Daoist Jiang said, this is the method of self-interpretation, also known as contemplating thoughts and sending thoughts.

Of course, in ancient times, the Daomen was not without a method of condensing divine thoughts with external objects, but it has long been lost, and it has been iterated for hundreds of years, and the remaining ones are more and more pretending to be ghosts.

Throughout the whole text, the gods and gods chatter, and the serious Taoist priests don't practice, and probably only the mountain witches and goddesses who wander the countryside will study.

There is not much content in "The Concept of Remembering the Fire Technique", and the aspect of thinking is even more incomplete, but Chen Yu himself is not interested in this set of exercises, but the description and explanation of the inner house trick in it makes him even more addicted.

Rao is a rough reading through, and I feel that the inspiration in my head can't stop jumping out!