Taking a few steps forward, a few tits fell beside me.
Sleeping soundly.
The mist is hazy, and the vermilion is swaying. With good eyesight, you can see some insects also crawling on the ground. It's like falling into a deep dream, and in the loneliness, only the cries from the distant mountains and forests are left.
The fluctuations in Chen Yu's eyes are hallucinogenic? Or are they simply lethargic?
The flower mist in front of him was driven away, and a path opened up as he stepped forward. For the sake of caution, when he saw these vermilion and pink clouds, they were covered with a layer of silver, and outside the entangled spiritual power, there were still floating
There are clouds of mana that can be used at any time.
Submerged in the flower mist released by the cold orchid, he carefully experienced the mist floating around him. When he went deeper, he found that it was something in the shape of thorny balls.
pollen?
They are very small, but they are not affected by the wind when they gather on the top of the mountain at this moment. Everything seems to be stagnant. The autumn wind blows away from the mist, unable to take away even a single bit. The vermilion silt remains stuck to the blooming far-spring orchids.
not far away.
I stretched out my hand to gather a small group and tried to sense it, but found no spiritual attachment, as if the mist was just an illusion and not a real thing.
But obviously, whether it's psychedelic or otherwise, he can come in and out freely without being affected.
His eyes fell on the gray sparrow that fell beside the rock.
His breathing was weak and his heartbeat seemed to be silent, but if he looked closely, he was safe and his vitality was maintained normally.
Chen Yu looked around, and the surge of mana condensed all the pollen-like mist together, turning it into a ball of 'cinnabar' the size of a human head, suspended not far above his head.
The next moment, his eyes narrowed.
Wisps of thin red seemed to appear out of thin air, swimming out of nowhere, dispersing and spreading.
It was gradually covered, and soon there was another layer of vermilion flower mist in front of me. It was just not as rich as before, but it was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment before coming to Han Lan.
Charming, this was Chen Yu's first feeling.
You don't realize it when you look at it from a distance, but you suddenly realize it when you get up close. Under the traces of vermilion sand, a thin azure color overflows, and the veins of the leaves are outlined in strands. When you hold up a long pole, it is embellished with a touch of bright red.
The floral fragrance is fragrant, not as strong and pungent as expected, but rather elegant.
The breath entered his nose, and Chen Yu, who let go of the restrictions, could feel a strange power being decomposed and released from the floral fragrance. It was indeed hallucinogenic. After experiencing it, he finally confirmed it. However, the effect was a bit too weak, and he could not even shake it.
Not at all, even without deliberately suppressing it with mental power.
"Ordinary people would fall headfirst if they set foot here."
After feeling it for a while, he concluded in his mind that pollen can cause hallucinations, but it does not directly affect the mind, but affects the brain based on stimulating nerves.
Practitioners with spiritual power, or ordinary people with a strong enough will, can suppress and eliminate the abnormality.
Of course, the premise is not to inhale too much powder.
"It doesn't feel like it's very useful..."
That's not right, Chen Yu's thoughts started to swirl in his mind, and he gradually came up with some new ideas after seeing the mutated Han Lan.
The Feng Shu Secret Mountain Formation has not yet been perfected and is still at the level of a semi-finished product. However, in this gap, we can make some arrangements with the help of the hallucinogenic Han Lan in front of us.
"First transplant it around the Taoist temple and see the effect."
This mutation seems to involve the flowering period, and the fruit does not mature and fall instantly, and the cold orchid does not wither and die immediately like a short-lived flower when it blooms.
It didn't take much time to transplant the cold orchid in spring. After Chen Yu finished it, he collected the bitter millet from the edge of the cold orchid, broke it off two inches below the ear, and put it into a small half basket, about ten kilograms.
Bitter millet is different from cold orchid in that it can be eaten.
In the courtyard, he picked a corn and put it between his fingers. The green light circulated for a moment, and the outer shell of the corn peeled off quietly.
Eat it raw? After sniffing it, he gave up this plan.
I don't know whether it's due to the heightened senses or the distinct smell, but the pill in front of me is somewhat bitter.
As usual, Brother Chicken first... Ahem, since Brother Chicken is plagued by illness and his mental illness remains the same, he chose black fish and a chicken this time.
The hens should be kept to lay eggs, otherwise it will be bad if they eat them.
In front of the tank, the black man looked at Chen Yu who was approaching, glanced lazily, his fish eyes tilted, and spittle mixed with muddy saliva spurted out, which was blocked by a green light.
Seeing this, he no longer hesitated, turned around, peeled a few more and fed them to the black guy.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, no one will refuse the black fish.
Looking at it, the consciousness light group reflected by the spirit seems to have grown a little bit, probably because it swallowed the moonlight every night.
It's just that it's too disorderly, and the almost instinctive absorption cannot compare with Chen Yu's daily breathing.
He turned around and chose a chick with a strong body. He was quite big now. Although he couldn't compare with Brother Chicken's physique, he was still different from the level of a weak chicken.
Among the ten chicks, this one is the biggest.
Seeing the little guy full of energy in the chicken shed, he looked at Brother Chicken with a smile in his eyes.
There is a chicken next, brother chicken.
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Kusu's verification results will soon come out.
This kind of black-yellow corn has a general taste and a strong bitter taste. No wonder it is called bitter millet.
Through the observation of snakeheaded fish and chicks, Chen Yu discovered that the effect of Kusu seems to be similar to that of Hanlan in some respects. It can help sleep and make the receptors drowsy.
There are only some differences in intensity and effectiveness.
Kusu is milder and has no side effects. It can also have a certain soothing effect on Chen Yu.
"Just eat more at one time, otherwise the effect will not be felt."
However, in comparison, Qiudaomai, which is also a spiritual plant, is more useful in improving the five senses.
Of course, that's not what he values.
The greater use of bitter millet is that it becomes soft after soaking, and the bitter taste is greatly reduced after grinding into powder.
"Soft, elastic, tender..."
The familiar taste reminded Chen Yu of tofu in his previous life. Together with his thoughts, various ways of making tofu emerged one after another.
Having said that, tofu that does not use soybeans or brine, is it authentic?
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Putting aside whether it is authentic or not, Chen Yu was busy for most of the day and could barely make one kilogram out of ten kilograms of bitter millet.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The dark, oily gelatinous ooze lay on the pottery plate, with some well water rising around it, and a faint warm breath hit your nose - with a bitter taste.
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I can't get rid of it.
He touched his chin and looked up and down in front of this piece of bitter millet version of 'tofu'.
The bitter taste is always present and cannot be avoided, which has a great impact on the taste.
It would be better to pour water several times, Chen Yu thought, and then tried it. The result was still unsatisfactory. The bitter taste seemed to be deposited in every part of the bitter millet and could not be removed.
After several attempts, the making of tofu had to be put aside because the raw materials were exhausted and could no longer be ground.
Not many bitter millets are planted, and these ones die quickly after maturity. The seeds are not spiritual seeds and cannot grow again.
"December is almost over, and there should be not much bitter millet left."
Like the Far Spring Cold Orchid, it grows more from October to December. As expected, he then went to the mountains to look for it and returned empty-handed.
The cold orchids are gone, and the flowering period has passed. If you really want to place it outside the Taoist temple, the few cold orchids on hand that may wither one day will definitely not be enough.
“We’ll have to wait and see again next year.”
Far Spring Cold Orchid is an ordinary flower. The reason why it looks eye-catching now is because of its inspirational effect.
Therefore, there are few people raising seeds in the mountains. Those who are really interested in tasting are all wealthy people and are not in the remote and poor land of Shiya.
Not to mention bitter millet, hundreds of years ago when the land was first opened, people may have grown it and ate it, but now they no longer have it. Crops with better taste and higher yields have emerged and replaced them.
Another day, the cuckoo called "cuckoo", and there were some unheard cries that echoed in the same tune, resounding through the mountains and forests.
Chen Yu sat cross-legged on the big blue stone, concentrating on breathing in the morning glow and clouds.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and held one hand in each hand.
Ripples gradually appeared in the air, and two spiritual characters were slowly drawn on the fingertips, swaying as if being blown by the wind.