Winter is bitter.

This year's wind is more bone-chilling than usual.

The branches and leaves of the trees decayed early, and the bare mountains and rocks looked cold.

In the morning, the mist fills the air.

Chen Yu returned from outside the plug, and his perfect dust removal technique was used by him on himself, as if the fatigue of the long journey was also scattered with the dust.

Step into the hustle and bustle of the world.

Rao is his heart lake is quiet, and he still can't help but have a trace of affection at this moment, in the world, probably only the remote small temple on Qingtai Mountain can be called home.

It was also after entering the state capital that Chen Yu was surprised to hear that Emperor Liang had died, the new emperor was assassinated, and the court fell apart.

Before he could return to Shiya, the news of the fall of Jianye and the lack of skills for the Liang Dynasty came like a tide.

The world was in an uproar.

In fact, it happened in the middle of November, and now that the end of the year is approaching, the changes brewing in the intervening ten days are far from being explained in a simple sentence or two.

"After all, we have come to this point."

Recalling the beginning, it was only more than half a year since he went north to Qidi, and he was in a trance like yesterday.

It can only be said that the world is unpredictable.

Chen Yu has feelings about the demise of Nanliang, but it is not too deep, when he saw the prince of the Manchu Dynasty immersed in the evil thoughts like the sea in the palace earlier, he already knew that there was such a day, but it came too quickly, and it came at will, but it was slightly unexpected to him.

After a while, the stone teeth were already faintly visible.

The hometown is timid, but fortunately, the cultivation is good, and this inexplicable disturbance is quickly dissolved, and the mind is as calm as ever.

Enter and go out of the city, walk through the dirt road, and then walk more than ten miles to see Qingtai Mountain.

“……”

Standing at the intersection and looking up, Chen Yu looked at it and fell on the sea of frost and fog that was churning and rolling endlessly.

It's really eye-catching, and it's hard to talk about it with the quiet and remote hills of the past.

Unlike ordinary people, the aura dotted his eyes, and he penetrated the outside and fell straight inside, taking in the scene at a glance.

I saw that in the familiar courtyard wall, a deer and a fish were embarrassed, scourging the spiritual field, swallowing a lot of spiritual plants, sometimes hiccuping, and sitting and lying down after playing, so unhappy!

The mist came from the instinctive cultivation of the two, and he looked at the formations on several roads at the foot of the mountain, and sure enough, there were still many gaps in the techniques at that time, which gave the breath that these two guys had an opportunity to take advantage of, and the triggering and operation mode were impregnated and changed.

This is not the original intention of the gluttonous deer, it was a coincidence.

Chen Yu strode out, submerged in the mist, and walked up the mountain road.

Frost and mist avoid both sides, and do not stick to a corner of clothing.

After a while, the Taoist temple was hidden in front of it.

Compared with when he left, the spirituality of the mountain is stronger now, and the No. 1 and No. 2 spiritual qi suspended in the air is like a piece of dough, undulating with the wind.

He went to the backyard first, he raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the integrity of the formation, and looked carefully, there were no gaps in the barrier covering the field.

Rubbing his chin, he was now quite curious that the other party arched in this way.

"It's no wonder that Fang Cai sensed that the spirituality on the gluttonous deer was a little strange, and even the breath of exhalation was also contaminated with some characteristics, so it could affect the operation of the formation."

Not only the fawn, but also the black fish was also imbued with a layer of misty power, which was very different from all the things he knew, and it seemed to be born naturally in a rough feeling.

Chen Yu originally only thought of the changes that the two little guys instinctively adapted to when they imitated their own spirituality, but now it seems that there are still some things worth exploring.

Syllable!

Just as he was thinking, he stretched out his right middle finger and knocked it in the air.

With a soft sound, invisible golden ripples spread and rippled from under the knuckles, blurring between heaven and earth.

Gradually, the light swayed and faded, and the earth, rocks, grasses and plants were revealed in front of them.

Chen Yu glanced at it and walked straight to the back, coming to the innermost side of the Lingtian, fortunately, perhaps because it was not appetizing, the peach trees and tea trees were well preserved, not like the mess behind him.

With a wave of his sleeves, he rolled up the spiritual light, and moved the two roots and leaves to the wonderland, and planted them on the shore of Xinghu Lake and the corner of the mountainside.

The spirituality here is more abundant, and there is a continuous spouting of creative rhyme, and the stars transformed by dozens of secret treasures continue to spread day and night

Light nourishes many spiritual plants on the earth.

The cyan peach fruits on the peach tree swayed, and soon after taking root, they stretched out their branches and leaves, and streams of spiritual energy evaporated from the spiritual soil on the ground, almost liquefied.

Tea trees are also similar, and it is clear that both are adapting quickly and are satisfied with the current environment.

Xu is frugal into luxury, at this time the peach tree and tea tree are full of vitality, and the moment in the wonder is worth half a day in the outside world, and it grows very fast for a time.

Looking at this appearance, Chen Yu estimated that the peach fruit should be harvested in about January, and it would not take too long to soak the camellia pot planted by himself.

Back to the present, after packing the two that were more important than the other spirit plants, he did not stop at the spirit field that had been eaten countless times, but raised his eyes.

At that time, before going down the mountain, the floating field was created by using light sky grass, which was divided into three, and the largest part had been integrated into the wonders and the Qinghao Mountain into one, filling in the mountain and lake to tamp the earth.

The other two smaller ones were used by him to plant a batch of spiritual plants, including several types of spiritual seeds cultivated by the second spiritual machine, such as the intestinal grass and the Lanting divine fruit, as well as the Yuan spiritual root cultivated by the third spiritual machine.

So far, the batch of spiritual liquid spirit stones used in his hands has always been the same, including the spirit stones transformed from radish cultivation, all of which are in the secondary spiritual cultivation stage.

Now there is only one kind of Yuan Spiritual Root that has really started to cultivate the three spiritual machines, and it has been planted in the floating field above the Taoist temple early.

I don't know how it's growing.

He sighed to himself, things should not be good. Fang Lingzhi looked down, and when he swept across the sky, he vaguely reflected a trace of the scene in the floating field.

It's a wither.

This is also to be expected. I thought that the second and third spiritual opportunities would be very slow, and it would be okay for me to leave Yunyou for three or five months or even half a year.

Unexpectedly, since August last year, it has been a year and four months since entering the world, and without care, the spirit seed spirit plant that has not been stabilized like an ordinary spirit seed, and the newly cultivated plant is easy to be weakened, and half of it withers and dies.

Fortunately, on the other side of the floating field, the spiritual bamboo and other existing spiritual plants are planted, as long as the spiritual energy is abundant, even if it dies in one season, it will always send out new shoots.

Chen Yu stepped on the clouds and came to the air, and with a wave of his hand, he blew away the blockade outside the two floating fields.

It was like a bubble bursting, and the formation turned into countless phantoms.

These two places are not as good as the spiritual field behind the hospital, and they have not been harmed by gluttonous deer, but the situation is indeed not as optimistic as he expected.

Especially in the area where the Yuan Spirit Root was planted three times with spiritual cultivation, the soil was gray and yellow, the spiritual loss was serious, and clusters of black dead buds were scattered on the surface.

They're all dead...... He scooped up a handful, and when he touched it, it turned into powder. After a long time, after several distinctions, it was determined that it was the leaf of the Yuan Linggen, but there was no vitality left at all.

"It's a pity."

Turning his head to look at the other place, he was quite satisfied.

Although the spiritual soil filled in the floating field is also yellowed and has no spirituality, there are many verdant spiritual bamboos scattered on it, and a thin layer of light silver is scattered on the ground.

The wind blows, and the silver is rolled upside down.

"Sure enough, it's Silverquill."

He looked left and right, and found that the bamboo rice that was supposed to be tied together was missing, and it was estimated that it had sunk into the soil and rotted.

Weighing the stack of silver quills several feet high in his hand, the color is dull and the texture is worse, but fortunately, there is still a lot left after refining.

"Now, I'm a big step closer to knitting a dress for myself."

Chapter 1 Back to the Mountain (Single)