For a plant to survive, it needs at least three conditions: light, land, and water.

There is no need to worry about the land, after all, the seeds have been planted.

As for the light, there is no light of the sun and moon here, only fog, but it is as bright as day, and I wonder if there is some light source, as long as there is light, this is not a problem.

What's more, there is an abundance of aura here, unlike the aura outside. The aura originally contained the sun, the yin, and the qi of the five elements. So, you don't have to worry about it so much.

Then, the only thing that can make Chen Mo worry is nothing more than water.

In such a place, Chen Mo was sure that even if there was no spiritual spring, only an ordinary mountain spring, he could plant this spiritual valley well.

But... Chen Mo was very sure that there was no other water source here except for the strange water.

If he eats a grain of Linggu seed, he can not eat or drink for three or two days, but this Linggu cannot be without water for a day.

Come to think of it, there are only two ways, one is to water it with that strange water.

Second, that is to dig up the field, dig a few feet deep, and see if you can dig up water? After all, the soil is fertile and moist, and there is not necessarily groundwater underneath.

As for the ground outside the field, there is no need to think about it, the thing that looks like soil is not soil, and what looks like stone is not stone is extremely hard, and Chen Mo didn't dig up a single bit with the strength of milk just now, and he didn't even raise a grain of dust.

Of course, his purpose just now was just to see if there was any land under the ground, and if he could cultivate more land.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo's brows stretched, people are not afraid of difficulties, they are just afraid of nothing.

It's just that compared to digging the soil, Chen Mo is more inclined to use that strange water, after all, the aura is amazing, and it's a pity to waste it.

But Chen Mo didn't dare to bet, after thinking about it, he finally decided to use only two of them to experiment, so that even if the results were bad, after a year, he could still harvest seven spirit valleys, which was enough to survive.

The idea has been decided, Chen Mo went to the stone wall to get water, there is a small jade spoon among his tools, which was originally used for fine watering of some special herbs, it was useless for Chen Mo to hold it before, after all, all he planted was Linggu, and now it comes in handy.

A jade spoonful of water is not much, and if you want someone to drink it, I'm afraid it will only take a sip. But the water in the pit was almost one-fifth less like this, and Chen Mo was worried again.

However, this water aura is too sufficient, two spirit valleys, this spoonful is probably enough. Even no more watering for a month is fine.

After all, according to the standards of the outside spiritual spring, one of them is the water aura of the five elements qi, and the nourishing effect is powerful and long-lasting, this strange water should be about the same, right?

Chen Mo had no theoretical basis, and he could only deduce it in his heart.

The water was soon poured out, Chen Mo scratched his head, thinking that the rest of the matter was to try to dig a pit under the field to see if there was any groundwater, right?

Thinking like this, Chen Mo took out the jade hoe, and was just about to activate it, when an inexplicable pulling force reappeared without warning.

Chen Mo was startled, thinking to himself if he would be dragged to something more strange, right? Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought appeared, the pulling force suddenly became huge and irresistible like last time, and Chen Mo lost consciousness again.

Some yellowed bamboo walls, a self-made, somewhat crooked wooden cabinet, a bamboo bed underneath, a thin blue quilt on the bed, and a crooked bottle in front of you, and an empty bowl...

When Chen Mo opened his eyes and saw this familiar scene, it took several breaths to keep himself from jumping out of bed.

"Back, here?" Chen Mo was a little incredulous, turned his head to look out the window, and saw the sky as faintly bright as the moment he broke through, he couldn't help but rub his eyes, suspecting that he had a dream.

But this matter is so real, where is the dream that can be explained? Chen Mo took out the cloth bag he was carrying from his arms, and when he counted it, the jade sickle and jade hoe were missing from the bag.

"That's it. "Isn't this kind of evidence enough to be sure?" Chen Mo seemed to have a calm expression, and put the pile of spiritual tools in the cloth bag, but in fact, when he looked closely, his hands trembled a little.

He knew very well that the jade sickle was used to test the mist, and as for the jade hoe itself, where could he still get it when it was being pulled?

As soon as he went, Chen Mo took a stick of incense to get used to it. This time, how could Chen Mo be calm down so quickly? Now that he has a stomach full of questions that cannot be answered, he doesn't know who to ask?

Things happened one after another, Chen Mo was not iron-clad after all, and his brain was messed up, so he simply let himself stop thinking about it, gnawed on a little dry food, and simply threw himself on the bamboo bed and fell asleep.

This sleep was dark, and it wasn't until dusk that Chen Mo woke up.

After getting up, Chen Mo was not in a hurry, he washed his face leisurely, and then walked towards the Lingtian outside the house.

The mountain outside the house was already covered in snow, and it seemed that last night's cultivation had missed a snowy scene.

One year after getting started, although the cultivation is not successful, but it is not the little beggar who can freeze to death with a heavy snowfall, and now he is afraid that it will not be a problem to deal with the martial arts masters in the world, right?

Thinking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help but be happy, jumped up from the snow, and easily landed on a flat boulder outside the spiritual field.

Xianmen lives a lonely life, this big stone is where Chen Mo reads, learns, and thinks every day, and now he has a stomach full of questions, and he naturally came here.

The moonlight after the snow was cold, and Chen Mo lay on the boulder, but he didn't feel cold.

After resting, his thinking was unusually clear, and the problems in his stomach were straightened out, which was nothing more than two key points.

First, I was never dragged into that mysterious place for no reason, so why?

Second, will you be pulled into that place again in the future?

Compared to these two issues, the rest of the details are not too important. It's just that no matter how carefully he recalls, Chen Mo still has no clue.

"Whew..."Chen Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, he couldn't figure out whether it was still easy to feel at ease, and he habitually wanted to grab the bead hanging on his chest.

It used to be like this, whenever he really couldn't feel at ease, the beads were his only comfort and support, which could make him feel at ease and warm.

But this time, Chen Mo grabbed an empty spot, and the red rope around his neck that tied the beads was clearly still there, but the beads were nowhere to be found.

This discovery made Chen Mo sit up from the boulder suddenly, and the cold sky made him sweat all over his body.

How could it be gone? Chen Mo had never been so flustered, and he didn't even know what to do the next moment?

But it was also at this moment that a memory that seemed to have been deliberately blurred by God suddenly crossed his mind like lightning.

He remembered that there was a misty blue light on his chest when he was dragged into that mysterious place, and that was not the place where he hung his beads.

Chen Mo pursed the corners of his mouth suddenly, and rushed towards the house almost frantically.