A space for him to carve, whatever he wants.

Interesting.

Chen Yu's body is solid, this is also a kind of illusion, he stepped on the ground with both feet, and the things in front of him were extremely familiar, it was a Taoist courtyard in the forest.

The peach trees outside the hospital are forested, and the five medicinal soils behind the courtyard are scattered together, and on the side of the cliff still stands the big bluestone that often sits and sits on the side.

The maroon fawn lies under the peach tree, flapping its ears, and the peach blossoms above it are bright and dazzling, which is different from the green scenery of the outside world.

But when he saw his thoughts, all the peach blossoms on the trees withered and fell and were buried in the soil.

The peach fruits of different sizes sprouted, and then changed one breath at a time, and in the blink of an eye, they were the size of a fist, and the water was hanging on the tree.

As for the deer, it was stupid, unaware of it, and was still asleep with its eyes closed.

"Can imitate the spirit plant...... What about the inspiration? ”

Everything in front of him was an illusion, and Chen Yu already knew this, but he was still curious, because there were spiritual plants in the medicine field, and as the roots of the Yuan Spiritual Roots continued to grow and die, the spiritual source aura even gathered into a small pool.

However, in this nowhere space, it seems that he can't perceive his own sea of consciousness.

After contemplating for a long time, only chaos remained, and the feeling of being dragged and rapidly declining in the past was not at all at this moment.

Unable to summon it, he changed his method, copying the appearance of the spirit in his heart, and soon, a little spiritual light flashed in front of him.

It was exactly the same, but Chen Yu frowned, and he conjured up an aura, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

After a while, he took a bite of the red peach fruit on the tree, the juice, sweetness, and slight sourness, everything was the same as in his memory, or this was originally embodied from memory.

But when he pulled out a Yuan Ling Root from the medicine field and opened it, in the cavity of the real one, the spirit came from Gu Zi's volatile aura, but in his eyes, there was something wrong with these aura.

It's as if something has been lost, but there is nothing to show for it.

Suddenly, he remembered what was missing from the aura in front of him.

Spirituality?

Reiki also has spirituality, and even because of this, it can nourish spiritual power and internal qi, and it is spirituality that strengthens both.

However, these hands have no spirituality, although they have the same appearance and color, but the fake is always fake.

Sighing, Chen Yu still thought about condensing the heavenly spirituality he had seen before directly here, but it seemed impossible to see what the result was.

I tried it, but I really couldn't do it, and the white mist was surging in front of me, but there was no change in other things.

Then, he conjured up a lot of things, and it turned out that even if it was unfamiliar or pure fantasy, as long as there was this idea, it could manifest here.

But it's not without its limitations.

For example, if he transforms into a bird, his wings vibrate and fly, but the flesh and blood inside are only kneaded into a lump, and the internal organs are all based on his imagination, which is completely different from the real thing.

This is a place that has lost its spirituality, and all transfigurations can only be counted as 'dead things', as long as Chen Yu relaxes his consciousness, he will return to the white mist.

"It's not very useful, I feel."

Although he came here inexplicably, for some reason Chen Yu didn't feel any danger in his heart, but felt like he had returned to the Taoist dormitory, his body and mind were warm and comfortable.

So I didn't think much about how to leave for a while.

Soaring clouds and fog, calling for wind and rain, I had a lot of fun for a while.

After a long time, he stopped, looking at the Taoist temple in his sight, Chen Yu observed carefully, and found that the view and the various things in it seemed to be solid, but compared with the ground under his feet, it was more illusory.

After a few glances, his face became more and more strange.

It is understandable that the peach tree is rooted in the earth and grows from the ground, but this Taoist temple is as if it grows from the earth.

The deer, too, had an inexplicable aura that connected to the earth on its belly.

With a wave of his hand, he dispersed everything, including the great sun in the sky, leaving only the thick earth beneath his feet.

The light is still there, and he sees it, radiating from the craggy clouds and mountains and the misty sea of fog, coming from all directions, gathering into a rainbow in the surroundings, so that the eyes are always bright.

It's a pity that there are fewer pavilions and pavilions, otherwise there is really a bit of immortal style, and presumably the long-standing cave blessed land in the story is nothing more than that.

Turning his head, he simply squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

Finally licked curiously.

Well, cloud taste.

It's a little sweet.

Looking down, he wondered how this square land was different from those that were also converging and transforming, and why it gave people a more realistic feeling.

Yes, more true.

Looking at this land, there is always an urge in my head to pick up a hoe and quickly plant......

It's really weird.

……

"You won."

"Concession."

In a majestic building, there is a person sitting on each side of the chessboard, one holding a white piece and one person holding a black piece.

On the chessboard, you come and go, fighting endlessly.

In the end, a large dragon was tied and killed. The man was dejected, holding his forehead and sighing.

Wow! In the surrounding stands, tens of thousands of spectators burst into cheers in unison, and the sound shook the sky and spread through the sky.

Listening to this somewhat fake cheer, Chen Yu suddenly felt bored. As soon as you clap your hands, everything dissipates like a bubble.

The pavilion was gone, the chessboard was shattered, and the young man in front of him who was exactly like him was gone.

Only the ground beneath your feet remained.

He lay on his back and looked up at the sky. At first, the magnificent scenery of the clouds and sky is only a little delicate at this moment, and after seeing it for a long time and more, it loses the kind of touching beauty.

It's a bit boring.

He didn't know how long he had been here, but every time the thought of leaving arose, he was vaguely reluctant to do anything, as if there was something important to do.

Plant something.

All the novelty dissipated, and Chen Yu's eyes returned to the fertile soil beside him.

There was nothing to do left and right, so he stretched out his hand, and a large white root seed appeared.

Along with them were hoes and dirt pockets.

Dig pits, bury seeds, water them.

There is no inspiration, just planting.

He looked, did not stop, and continued to dig a pit in another place to bury the seeds.

I don't know how long it took, but the whole land was full. And Chen Yu was still taking care of it and did not leave.

After a long time, there seemed to be a sun and moon in the sky, and the years seemed to begin to flow.

One-day, two-day ......

Half a month later, the big white root grows. He ripped them out one by one, then sowed and watered them again.

The moment the raindrops fell, Chen Yu, who was standing on the edge of the field in a daze and didn't know what to think, moved and began to dig ditches and divert water to avoid the rain.

Later, the harvest of the big white roots filled half of the land, and he had to cultivate the other half.

In this space, for a long time, all the new things that can be thought of have been tried, but in the end, only tasteless, only planting, watching the scene of seeds breaking through the ground and sprouting, a kind of achievement arises spontaneously.

It was almost everything to him.

Chen Yu never thought of leaving, if he still had this idea at the beginning, then he cultivated it again and again, as if it was completely dispelled.

He wants to farm and plant until ...... For a long time?

How long is it? Forget it, plant it first.

Rain or shine, day and night.

When weeds grew in the field, he pulled them out, and with each one he pulled up, the distractions of wanting to leave were reduced by two. Farming is getting more and more determined.

Eventually, the entire land was obscured, and the large white roots piled up high seemed to be mountains, connecting into mountains and coiling in front of you.

Obviously, a long, long time has passed, but Chen Yu's appearance is still young. But at this time, he never thought about this, only trembling and looking up, a little sluggish, and his movements were stiff and wanted to swing his hoe to continue planting new big white roots. However, there is no place left.

Push out of the earth? As soon as the thought came to him, a surging guilt rose up and made him stop thinking about it.

After working for half a day, only a small piece was freed up.

Enough for one seed.

"One ...... A ......"

This is, the last one.

A flash of light lit up, and the cloudiness in his eyes gradually dissipated.