Chapter 19 Third-rate martial artist (please comment)
In the afternoon, the sky is clear and the clouds have dispersed, and the wind is gentle and gentle.
Chen Yu, who had regained his energy, counted with his fingers. It should be a good day for the fish basket to be full. Unfortunately, there were a lot of chores today. He accidentally exhausted his energy in the morning and wasted a period of time due to snoozing. So
The wild fishing matter had to be postponed.
However, the inner wall of the Taoist temple and the bamboo pole next to it have been finalized and are in excellent condition. Two days ago, when he just took off the stone pendant, he tried it on his hand and it felt really good. It was probably about five kilograms in size.
Carp can also be easily caught.
Improved food was just around the corner, and he couldn't help but be a little impatient, but after months of reciting Taoist scriptures and cultivating his mind, he was able to hold back his excitement, and planned to go fishing after finishing the chores at hand.
As for now, it is necessary to first select the crops to be planted in the future. If it is Changbai millet, which has low soil fertility requirements, it will be fine. If it is Jinyang rice, which is delicate and difficult to maintain and likes to eat fat, then it will be fine.
You need to think carefully about it, lest you don't even have the ground ready once the rain comes.
At the foot of the mountain, Uncle Liu from the grain store gave Chen Yu four types of carefully prepared grains, including spring millet, which requires a lot of effort to weed and take care of, and landrace millet, which grows randomly but has an average yield.
Jinyang rice, which has higher requirements, and Qiudao wheat, which originated from the north under the rule of the Puppet Qi Dynasty.
Autumn knife wheat is planted in early summer. When it grows, the wheat grains are as thin as a knife, hence its name.
According to the uncle, this kind of wheat yields a lot and is easy to care for, but it doesn’t like rain. When it rains, the yield drops sharply. It took several years to grow it in the manor, and it would only yield about a thousand kilograms. If it weren’t for the authentic taste,
Yes, I am afraid that it has been abandoned a long time ago. Even now, everyone in Zhuangzi only treats it as a novelty and does not plant much.
After much deliberation, Chen Yu finally decided to grow spring millet. First of all, this is what he has been eating for the past few months, and he is used to chewing it, so it feels okay. Secondly, he heard from his uncle that the yield is not low, at least compared to
It is much higher than the other ones.
As for the need for meticulous care, he is not worried. After all, he will stay in the mountains and have a lot of free time. If he has nothing to do, he can wander around the fields and weed and remove weeds and insects.
"Jinyang rice can actually be used, but it needs to be buried in farmyard manure pots in the fields to increase fertility."
Yunheguan doesn't have any chickens, ducks, cattle, or sheep. It would take years and months of the monkey to produce enough for the entire field to be produced by him alone.
Moreover, spring millet is planted in mid-spring, which is the right time.
Now that the grain types have been decided, the other types will not be shelved. Chen Yu has also made arrangements.
Without him, inspiration catalyzes.
You have to wait to eat the spring millet, and worry about things going wrong that will affect the autumn harvest. But you can experiment with the rest first.
Looking at the results, it is best to transform into some grains that have high yields and good taste and do not require much care and attention.
But it's not possible now. I just pried off three pieces of spirit machine in one breath in the morning. Although the mental recovery speed with the help of the spirit liquid is much faster than before, my consciousness is still a little weak and it is not suitable to continue to dig.
I rested for a day or two and allowed the spiritual machine in the corner to recover. In the past few days, I had been poaching, and the spiritual machine that had just broken through 20 dropped back to seventeen.
There are not many.
Chen Yu knew that with the nourishment of spiritual liquid, his mental power would definitely become stronger day by day, and the difficulty of digging out spiritual inspiration from the invisible net would become lower and lower.
One day, the speed of gathering ideas in the sea of consciousness will be far unable to keep up with his mining speed.
It’s just that I understand that the origin of inspiration is still being explored, and how to improve the efficiency of formation of inspiration is still a problem.
For a moment, Chen Yu didn't know what to say.
In reality, if you want to farm, you have to think about how to increase grain production. Nowadays, you have to farm in the sea of consciousness, and you need to think about how to increase the output of food.
However, there is some basis for farming in reality, and there is also inspiration as a catalyst, but what about in the sea of consciousness? He can't think of a clue for the time being.
At present, what we can rely on is the spirit machine itself. This is a power that can cause some kind of essential transformation of the receptor. It is almost an evolution. When used on people, some wonderful reactions may occur. Unfortunately, at this stage, it can only
Use it on plants, and only after diluting it through the soil, otherwise they will not be able to withstand this 'big supplement'.
As for animals, Chen Yu has not yet found a similar way to dilute and absorb spiritual energy.
Not only spiritual energy, but also spiritual energy. It seems that the animal body cannot absorb it directly.
Before, he tried to use earthworms, ants, caterpillars and other animals to directly contact the spiritual energy. The result was that the bodies of the insects without exception withered, their heads swelled, and then they exploded.
Red, white, green, all kinds of juice stained the ground.
There is no doubt that even if it is not like entities such as wood chips and ceramics, animals can indeed come into contact with spiritual energy. However, once it is incorporated into the body, it will eventually expand irreversibly and die miserably.
This heroic scene made Chen Yu give up inhaling spiritual energy like Qi Shi Xia in the story - it was purely seeking death.
Although they have the same pronunciation and the same word, he is very clear about the difference between the aura in the novel and the aura created by himself.
The latter is more like some kind of tonic of unknown composition.
The kind that requires a lot of supplements.
…
In the kitchen, Chen Yu rolled up his sleeves and soaked the spring millet seeds wrapped in sacks in a water tank.
Before sowing spring millet, it must be soaked in water overnight and buried in the soil the next day. The whole process lasts for two days and one night. The seeds can be sown after they are hot enough to be slightly hot to the touch.
This set of procedures was not left in the memory of his predecessor, but was told to him by Master Liu at the foot of the mountain. When it came to farming, the old man was very professional.
The other party told him that his energy was limited during the occasional rain, especially in the fields in the mountains, so he had to pay special attention to keeping the ditches clear to prevent the mountain water from washing away the soil and turning it into a pool of mud.
So try to make the necessary preparations before the rain.
After soaking, Chen Yu went up the mountain without stopping, carrying the bamboo basket on his back.
A rake in the left hand and a hatchet in the right hand.
The weather has been fine these two days, which is suitable for cutting down some firewood and stacking it back to avoid having to go into the mountains again when it rains later.
It wasn't until the evening sun was setting that he stepped back.
The bamboo basket on his back was so full that it was dumped in the corner of the woodshed.
After wiping off the sweat and cleaning the residue on his face and neck, Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief and went to the medicinal field behind the yard to check the growth of the vegetables transplanted in the morning.
It is much better than expected. Although some withered and yellowed ones can still be seen, the number is not large and only accounts for a small part. Most of them have survived successfully and are slowly changing under the nourishment of inspiration.
Looking in front of him, he estimated the time in his mind. Dabaigen and Lantingguo are already mature plants, so the growth time will not be too long, about ten days. Others, such as the green cabbage jade insect clothing, will only grow faster.
It is estimated that the results will be available in two or three days.
Thinking of this, he had some expectations, wondering what weird things these two plants could grow.
In the evening, after dinner, Chen Yu leaned back on his chair and read scriptures softly.
The book was held upside down on his body, and he looked at the bright moon in the sky and recited it clearly word by word.
While memorizing it, I try to understand the ethereal and refined meaning described in the scriptures.
It's just that under the cool night breeze, the silence is shrouded, and the ethereal feeling is not lacking, but I always feel that something is missing.
Guru
He took a sip of the spiritual liquid and tasted it carefully.
Now, I have finally adapted to the refreshing feeling after the spiritual liquid enters my body, and I can also concentrate on remembering the taste.
Sweet and refreshing.
It is no different from the well water that has just been drilled.
"I made it yesterday. It's still so cool after one day."
He thought that although it didn't show too much weirdness, it wouldn't be bad if he could bring such a bag of spiritual liquid that was always cold and thirst-quenching in summer.
After drinking the spiritual liquid, Chen Yu stood up, first took off his outer robe, then stood in the center of the courtyard and began his daily evening exercises.
Twice in the morning and evening, no sunset since March.
Bah!
He stepped on his feet, stretched his arms, and then he started to move.
It was very slow at first, with the steps moving in a certain direction. After a while, the cheeks turned red, which is a sign of the circulation of qi and blood throughout the body.
So it started to open and close.
His palms were filled with gusts of wind, and his fists struck in all directions.
I saw Chen Yu with three talents and four elephants on his feet. Sometimes he straightened up like a bamboo, and crouched and swam like a fish.
He leaps like an eagle and a crane, and gallops like a fierce horse.
While the hands and feet are constantly moving, the breathing is also slowly adjusted to be closer to what is stated in the Yunhe Gong.
Breathe in and out, let out a flying dragon!
Breathing, footwork, long fists, split palms, leg skills...
Gradually, Chen Yu felt that there seemed to be a strange force accumulating in his limbs, emerging from his flesh and blood, flowing in his blood and being transported to various parts of his body by force.
Bang!
Suddenly, his body trembled, and a powerful force shot out from the edge of his fist like a snake, causing the air several feet in front of him to vibrate!
this is……
He stopped and looked at his fist in surprise.
The strength reaches Zhoutian, and the strength is generated by itself.
It is the manifestation of breakthrough in martial arts!
However, the joyful look on Chen Yu's face soon faded away, and he returned to his usual calm.
I know very well what his martial arts qualifications are. The fact that he has made progress in just three months that his predecessor failed to achieve in several years can only be related to the spiritual liquid he drank before.
What's more, even if he mastered the stimulation of inner strength, he has only evolved from a low-ranking thief who can use both hands to a third-rate martial artist with little strength.
Not to mention catching a lot of people in the martial arts world, but at most they are at the level of the master of the Keqing Hall of a small sect, and not very powerful.
Thinking of this, Chen Yu, who was only interested in practicing martial arts, felt that martial arts had no future for him.
And since the spiritual liquid is so powerful, why not just cultivate immortality?
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