September 10th, an uneventful day.

There is no wind or rain, and the sun is shining.

is still a little enthusiastic, but it is nothing to Chen Yu, who is not afraid of the cold and heat, he is covered with a cyan robe that has not changed for thousands of years - in fact, he has changed a set of clothes, the cuffs before are depicted with patterns, but now it is the appearance of a turtle, one left and one right looks honest.

The clothes I bought down the mountain said that they were for autumn and winter, but in fact, they were not much different from the ones on my body, which were available in all seasons, and were not as heavy and thick as I imagined.

"Ride the wind!"

Walking outside the courtyard, he waved his hand, and a large amount of Qi accompanied by spiritual power smeared in the sky, staggering, entangled, and trembling.

Several patterns are faintly outlined.

Soon, a gentle breeze slowly blew on the face, and with it, a thin layer of smoke rose beneath his feet and surrounded his body.

Chen Yu stood in it, and a mixture of silver and white mist came out of his mouth and nose.

Feeling the smoke around his body, a burst of force lifted it up, and his body suddenly lightened.

Then he will no longer be exhausted, and he will generally stop moving.

Sure enough, that's all.

He stood still, and eventually the formation cracked and shattered, and the mist could not keep it even half an inch off the ground until it cleared.

However, the clothes are fluttering, and the posture is detached enough, like a fairy in the fog.

Somewhat disappointed, he dispersed the formation pattern and withdrew some of the Qi, and then put his sleeve robe behind his back with his hands.

After taking Caodan, there is no need to be stingy with Nei Qi as before, Nei Qi seems to be naturally close to himself, and Rao can be withdrawn like a milk swallow when it is released from the body.

There may be a certain amount of wear and tear, but he is no longer worried about it after the completion of the Qi filling.

The Wind Spitting Fog Technique is a method that he figured out from the formation pattern earlier, and it is slightly more clever than the Iron Fist Technique that simply releases the internal Qi externally and is used to scare the black bear, but it is still superficial.

It is not very useful, but it has many limitations.

Now that his spiritual power has improved, almost qualitatively changed, he wondered if he could go to the next level in his technique. The results are at hand, they speak for themselves.

It is still far from the high and high and ever-changing in the heart.

Even though he knew very well that if he used light power to assist all the spiritual power in the Mud Pill Palace and all the Qi in his body, and increase the amount to push, it would be enough to exert his strength and ride the wind.

But in this way, not to talk about how far he can float, it is completely inconsistent with his expectations of spells.

The so-called spell should not be half the effort.

You have to figure out the essence of the formation first, otherwise you will not be able to draw the scoop according to the gourd.

Now that there is almost no shortage of internal qi, Chen Yu can naturally rest assured and boldly allocate some of his energy to the formation patterns and spells.

By the way, the study of spiritual nodes is also on the agenda. He created the Spirit Gathering Array, but his understanding of this thing is actually very shallow, and he needs to explore and explore.

With the arrangement in mind, he rearranged the time that had fallen on filling in the body.

However, although the mind is set, the spell is a big project, and it is not possible to make a breakthrough in ten days and a half months, and what Chen Yu can do now is to integrate and sort out the existing spells first.

Some of the designs that previously seemed subtle have been re-understood as the study of various supernatural powers has deepened.

In the same way, some of the humble ideas of the past also inspired him to replan his spell path at this time.

Count the current spells: Light Body Technique, Feather Transformation Crane Technique, Circle Sound Technique, Wind Spit Mist Technique......

Oh, and there's also the Iron Fist technique, which is rarely used once, the talisman technique that has been eating ashes, and the art of the Imperial Object, which has grown from the watering technique.

The latter can be regarded as the culmination of the Qi exercise, rather than a single technique, more like an experience, with a summary.

There are a lot of spells in the hand, but except for the light body technique, which can play a role when cooperating with footwork and light skills, the rest are all tasteless and discarded.

Chen Yu was going to spend time sorting it out, starting with the most familiar aspects of the imperial objects and formation patterns......

……

Turning my head, a few days were spent in such an atmosphere.

On this day, he raised his head from the complicated formation, a ground of debris, and a lot of wooden talismans engraved with patterns. Not far away, there were also five-sided spirit gathering arrays beside the stone table, some activating and some extinguishing, and colorful spiritual nodes that were invisible to the naked eye swam in between.

Rubbing his head, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a day and a night these days, but I've put a lot of effort into studying the formation patterns and spells. Fortunately, the spiritual power is getting stronger and stronger, and with the Qi Yun to nourish the body, a little bothering is not a big problem.

Today, he put down the work in his hand, mainly because there was another matter to deal with in a hurry, and more importantly, it could even be said that he had waited for more than half a month.

The Great White Root is ripe.

Chen Yu went to see it all earlier, and the green and green grew on the ground, which was different from the yellowing and wilting that he was familiar with in the past.

But the powerful spirit is no longer what it used to be, and the layers of soil and skin that were once difficult to pierce are now easily penetrating into it.

The familiar chamber, and the liquid drops of spiritual source in the package.

It turns out that from seed cultivation, it is still possible to grow the spirit plant of Yuan Ling Root. Based on the situation he perceived, the aura content was even one or two layers more than when he was halfway through the monk and cultivated as a seedling.

I still remember that the first Yuan Spirit Root produced eleven Qi Beads, and at the moment, the narrowest one in the chamber had the amount of ten Qi Beads!

Great harvest!

Phew, finally don't worry about the spiritual fluid anymore.

Looking at the lush Yuan Linggen, a mountain of big white roots inexplicably appeared in his mind, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember the reason, he shook his head to dispel the picture.

Since entering that space, memories and mental consciousness have popped up from time to time some things that have never been experienced, but the impression is very faint and has little impact, so Chen Yu, who can't find a reason, soon stopped caring.

Let it rise and perish.

His gaze fell back to him, and he withdrew from the formation, holding the dirt pocket and urn bucket, intending to pluck some of it first, and see if the rest would continue to grow—now that he had no spiritual liquid, he was frustrated in the face of the grass pill that grew slowly like a turtle.

I've been talking about splashing a scoop for a long time.

Nostalgia for the twenty-first day of the taste of spirituality.

Unconsciously licking the corners of his lips, Chen Yu's index finger hooked, but he saw that the largest Yuan Ling Root blade not far away was instantly restrained and dragged by an invisible hand, and the soil arched, and the next moment it flew out of the ground and slowly fell into the soil pocket.

It is difficult for the spell to produce results, and it is even more difficult to find a clue for a while, but a few days are not wasted, at least the art of the imperial object is becoming more and more handy.

The soaring spirit is combined with the internal qi that comes out from the outside, and it becomes extremely simple to control external objects.

It took him half an hour to harvest Yamada spring millet at the beginning, and if it were put to the present day, he probably wouldn't have exceeded a moment.

It would have been faster with more scythes, and perhaps it wouldn't take as long as it would have taken him to pick up and pick back and forth.

In the medicine field, Chen Yu pulled out seven Yuan Ling Roots and carried them in his pocket. All of them are white and chubby, as if they are wrapped in porcelain.

It feels a little frosty to the touch, and the droplet-shaped round head is tightly stacked in the soil pocket, and it is very appetizing to look at.

Yes, it seems that I haven't tasted it since I planted the Yuan Spirit Root, and I just care about eating the spiritual energy fusion spiritual liquid.

Rubbing his chin, he suddenly became curious about the taste of the Yuan Ling Root, why don't you try it at noon today?

With my current physique, eating less should not be a big problem.