In the early morning of the second day, Chen Mo, who had returned from that mysterious space, reappeared on the futon of the bamboo house.

He opened his eyes and looked around him for a long time, and when he was sure that there was nothing unusual, he let out a sigh, only to smile bitterly again.

Before, he wondered that since the strange water could improve the quality of the spirit valley, he casually threw a spirit stone into the stone pit, thinking about trying to see if he could improve the quality of the spirit stone.

After this attempt, Chen Mo found that he was a little whimsical.

Not only did the strange water not improve the quality of the spirit stone, but the moment the spirit stone fell into the pit, it made a "hissing" sound, and soon disappeared completely.

This surprised Chen Mo. Not only did he not get the middle-grade spirit stones, but he also lost one of the only two lower-grade spirit stones, which made him feel very distressed.

Before he could come back to his senses, he saw that there was a sudden movement on the gray stone wall, and the water droplets that had been slowly condensed suddenly increased, converging into a trickle of Juanjuan, and flowing straight into the stone pit, and converging into a small Wang Lingquan at a very fast speed.

Chen Mo was dumbfounded, and after a closer look, he found that the diameter of this stone pit seemed to have expanded slightly.

He made a slight gesture and found that the stone pit, which was originally the size of a fist, had really expanded in a circle.

In this way, the capacity must have increased a lot!

Chen Mo, who was excited, took advantage of the fact that there was still some time, so he threw the remaining spirit stone into the stone pit, hoping to expand the stone pit a little more.

Unexpectedly, except for the increase in spiritual springs again, this stone pit did not react at all, and there was no growth at all.

Seeing this, Chen Mo was stunned again, why didn't the capacity of the stone pit change this time?

After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that the most likely reason was that this strange stone pit was the same as a person, and the spirit stone was an elixir to it, and after taking the same elixir, not only would the effectiveness get worse and worse, but as the cultivation improved, the quality of the required elixir would probably get higher and higher.

The spirit plants had all been planted, and the last spirit stone had also been thrown into this stone pit, Chen Mo sighed, and had to water the new spirit spring with the spirit valley and the grass, still helpless in his heart.

"Hey, a stone pit that can swallow spirit stones..."

Back in the bamboo house, Chen Mo was secretly happy but worried.

The good thing is that the original stone pit spiritual spring is not a layer of unchanged, as long as there are enough spiritual stones, it means that you will be able to get enough spiritual spring one day.

The worry is that if you want to make the strange water in the stone pit enough to use, then you have to feed the spirit stones into it, but where do you get so many spirit stones?

Do you really want to take the risk of selling the Spirit Valley grown in the space? Chen Mo couldn't make up his mind for a while, thinking that even if he had to sell the Spirit Valley in the future, he couldn't take out too much at once, and he had to wait for a long time before it could be considered insurance.

However, this time, he was able to harvest the lower grade spirit valley, which could greatly speed up Chen Mo's cultivation speed, which made him very satisfied, and the worries about the spirit stone were too far away, and it was useless to think too much at this time.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo took out a wooden box from the cloth bag, and this time in addition to bringing out the Spirit Valley, he also brought a box of black spirit soil in the mysterious space.

This experimental stone pit also reminded Chen Mo that there were really many other things that needed to be discovered by himself in this space that was suspected to be a heavenly treasure, and he couldn't focus on the spirit plant every time he entered.

Therefore, after watering the spiritual field, he also took the time to try whether he could cultivate more spiritual fields in the space, and also cultivate a little more spiritual plants. It's just that the rocky ground around Lingtian is as hard as gold and iron, and Chen Mo didn't dig up a little bit with all his efforts, and he also used a jade hoe.

Unrelenting, he dug up some spiritual soil and brought it out in a wooden box. At this time, when he opened it, Chen Mo was shocked to find that the huge spiritual energy contained in this black spiritual soil was passing rapidly, and he hurriedly closed the wooden box, but he still couldn't stop the momentum.

In less than a few breaths, the spiritual energy in the spiritual soil had already dissipated, and Chen Mo grabbed a handful of the pitch-black spiritual soil and found that it had turned into ordinary soil.

He felt a sense of loss in his heart, it seemed that the spiritual soil in this space could not be brought to the outside world. However, Chen Mo was not discouraged, after all, the Heavenly Treasure was not simple, how could it be easily studied thoroughly by himself.

Chen Mo glanced at the sky and realized that it was not early, so he packed up his emotions, got out of the bamboo house, and hurried to the Tibetan Spirit Pavilion.

It was only after walking outside the Hidden Spirit Pavilion that Chen Mo finally determined that for himself now, in addition to taking risks to shoot the spirit plant, there was also a way to carry out the mission of the sect.

The so-called sect tasks are arranged by the Xianmen list, and then distributed to many disciples in the sect by the miscellaneous courtyard. The content is mixed, there are those who go out to explore the wild spirit plants, and there are also those who go into the mortal world to receive offerings from the worldly clans, and sometimes there will be some things to help pacify the demons and ghosts...

During the three-month rest period after the Spirit Festival, most of the disciples under the Lingzhi Hall had nothing to do except cultivate, and many of them would go to perform trivial sect tasks in exchange for a few spirit stones. Even Lao Zhang, who was in charge of guarding the spiritual spring, also received a task to go down the mountain a few days ago, and he has not come back yet, and he will have to find an opportunity to ask him more about this sect task when the time comes.

Chen Mo pondered as he stepped into the Tibetan Spirit Pavilion, this quiet pavilion still had such a clean atmosphere that had not changed for thousands of years, and Qin Lao was still lying on his bench, not reacting to his arrival.

After five days, Chen Mo was also used to this, he saluted Qin Lao as usual, but he didn't get a response, and he didn't care, so he went straight to the pile of books.

Chen Mo had already read half of these books and jade slips, and to be honest, they were not of much use, and it was no wonder that the other disciples did not want to come here to waste their time.

Thinking that five days had been spent here, even with Chen Mo's calm mind, he had a trace of impatience, if he used this time to do the task of the sect and obtain one and a half spirit stones, it must be better than throwing them here in vain.

But he still chose to suppress his impatience, although Chen Mo is not very old, he understands the truth that there is a beginning and an end, and he thought that since he has already read half of it, then he will read it all.

After thinking about it, he casually took a yellow book on the top, Chen Mo blew away the dust on it, and looked at it seriously.

Time passed slowly, and another day passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Lao didn't know when he woke up, leaned on the bench and clicked the smoke pot gracefully, glanced back at Chen Mo, who was still concentrating on reading, coughed lightly, and shouted:

"It's closed, and I want to see it again tomorrow!"

Although this voice was low and old, it was slightly majestic in this closed Tibetan Spirit Pavilion, and even the old ash on the beam was shaken a little.

With this sound in his ears, Chen Mo woke up like a dream, his eyes gradually became clear, and then there was a trace of irrepressible excitement and excitement, but it flashed and was hidden in his heart.

He stood up and found that it was really dark, but he didn't expect to be so fascinated by reading this time that he didn't even know it at night.

Thinking that he hadn't left after watching it so late, Chen Mo felt that he had disturbed Qin Lao's rest a little, and felt a little apologetic, so he hugged and apologized, and said:

The disciple retired. ”

Unexpectedly, Qin Lao, who had never liked to take care of himself very much, spit out a puff of white smoke at this time, staring at Chen Mo with cloudy eyes, emitting a trace of interest:

"What's the catch?"

Hearing this, Chen Mo was a little surprised, in the past few days, this Qin Lao He had paid attention to himself, didn't he wish he didn't come again?

But thinking of the word "harvest" in Qin's old words, Rao is Chen Mo still wanted to hide it, but a trace of excitement in his eyes re-revealed, and he hurriedly bowed his head and said:

"It's a little bit of a gain. ”

Seeing his concealed appearance, Qin Lao couldn't help but sneer, and he didn't know what he was laughing at, so he waved his hand to let him leave quickly:

"Get out of here, close the door for me!"

When Chen Mo left, Qin Lao got up and put on the door bolt, and waved his hand to provoke the prohibition of the Tibetan Spirit Pavilion, then he pinched out the wick and lay down on the bench again, but slowly read in his mouth:

"A little gain..."

"Hmph, I see that your kid has gained a lot!"