Facts have proved that weeding is indeed Chen Yu’s second best job—his first is naturally cooking.
Fishing ranks third.
At the back of the yard, it only took two minutes to tidy up the originally messy medicinal field, and even the hardened soil was lightly turned over. The soft soil was spread flat on the ground, and it was a little yellowish. It looked like it was not fertile.
Very sufficient.
He gestured left and right, measured the distance with his feet, and used a hoe to draw out two shallow ditches, dividing the already small medicinal field into three. After thinking about it, Chen Yu walked to the smallest area, squatted down, and raised his hands
Touch the ground lightly.
Deep in his consciousness, the waves were raging, and he, who had already experienced it several times, was able to skillfully drive the waves transformed from mental power to continuously hit the invisible net.
The silver-white spirit machine that shone like a star was inlaid very firmly, but a piece of it was still picked off by his persistent offensive.
Chen Yu dug his fingers into the soil.
Try to combine inspiration with soil.
As expected, there was no change in the soil after the injection of spiritual energy. It did not become thicker out of thin air, nor did it become black and fertile.
He was not disappointed, he just watched and sensed the changes in the soil.
After a long time, the light began to dissipate and turned into countless scattered and invisible light spots, like fireworks blooming in the soil.
But at this time, Chen Yu finally had the change he wanted. The surprise in his eyes became more intense.
As his inspiration dissipated, what appeared in his sight was another scene he had never seen before.
The silvery white light particles turned into countless copies and adhered to every grain of soil. Rotten leaves, dead branches, stones, and everything under the soil layer were wrapped. The collapse continued, and the light particles became smaller and smaller.
At the same time, the breadth of adhesion is spreading greatly. From one point to another, every time a target is wrapped, it will continue to radiate in all directions.
In the end, when the inspiration became almost invisible even to Chen Yu, everything came to a standstill.
A network composed of countless silver-white nodes appeared before his eyes, covered under the soil layer.
"It can actually be diluted!"
Chen Yu tried digging into the soil with his hands again, and found that once the upturned soil left the ground, the diluted spiritual energy inside would dissipate within half a quarter of an hour.
Completely dispersed into the air, no longer noticeable.
After thinking for a moment, he stood up, went to the vegetable garden next to him and pulled out two white sticks. After thinking about it, he pulled off a handful of jade insect clothes.
Gently insert it into the medicinal field. Only part of it is placed. The rest is planted in the soil that has not been integrated into the soil. When transplanting, there is a special distance between two plants to avoid excessive growth and compression.
Perhaps something can be gained by comparing the two.
Then he leaned against the wall and waited quietly.
Somewhat surprisingly, two quarters of an hour later, the plant was still exactly the same, without any change.
In particular, the few plants on the soil with clever ideas are completely different from the previous ones that twitched wantonly and grew extremely fast as soon as they came into contact.
"It seems like there won't be any results for a while."
It remains to be seen whether the diluted inspiration can have enough impact on the target receptors as he imagined.
Chen Yu no longer waited in vain, but returned to the temple and began his regular lunch break.
What I am reading today is "Guangyun Lun. Five Elements Collection". The content of this Taoist scripture is complex and simple, which is very suitable for half-full fake Taoist priests like him.
Time passed slowly, and it was Shenshi in the blink of an eye, which was around three o'clock in the afternoon.
"I don't know what happened to those earthworms."
Out of curiosity, he took off the bamboo tube that had been hanging on the pillar. Ever since he decided to make a good fishing rod, these earthworms obtained when weeding and digging ditches have been stuffed in the tube, except for the ventilation holes.
day.
When I unscrewed the lid, I saw that the soil inside was fine and had obviously been drilled from time to time. Furthermore, upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a bit darker than it was two days ago.
Sure enough, earthworms can fertilize the soil.
Thoughts passed by, and Chen Yu thought about putting these earthworms in the medicine garden first? Forget it, put them in the vegetable garden as well. There are still ideas in the medicine field. These guys might come up with something if they wake up.
Come and find yourself surrounded by a group of earthworm kings...
Thinking about that scene makes me shudder.
Speaking of the Earthworm King, he set his sights on another bamboo tube next to him.
After opening it, the opponent's straight body was still stiff, and there was still no trace of corruption.
Does Lingji also have a preservation effect?
This feeling is good. He thought randomly and turned his attention back to his eyes. He originally wanted to use this dead earthworm king to fish and try to see if there were dragons and dragons hidden under the deep pools in the ravines as in the legend.
And so on. As a result, the fishing rod didn't fall down, and I don't know how long it will stay fresh if I put it down again. I had to find a way to deal with it first, so as not to drag out an earthworm zombie again and again.
By the way, are the earthworms infused with spiritual intelligence still earthworms?
Can you really fish? The fish won’t dislike it, right...
Maybe it was just spring and summer. As the willow trees on the mountain path began to sprout, Chen Yu felt that his head was becoming more and more fond of random thoughts.
Thoughts are like those willow catkins, you never know when they will float to the horizon and you can’t put them back.
Finally, Chen Yu took the bamboo tube, turned it upside down in the vegetable garden, and patted the bottom twice.
Toot toot!
The soil flew down, and the earthworms wrapped in it fell one by one. Some earthworms also formed into balls and rolled on the ground.
It can be clearly seen that these earthworms are much thinner than when they were caught. Chen is good at cooking and farming, but he is still a pure newbie when it comes to breeding.
The kind that doesn't even enter the door.
He took a hoe and dug into the soil to cover up the earthworms scattered on the ground, lest these little guys escape from the tiger's mouth and be exposed to the sun and die.
After dealing with this, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have missed something - although he did not put any living animals into the medicine field, there were probably still a lot of small bugs in the soil.
Fortunately, there is no danger of attracting other creatures, so leaving it alone overnight shouldn't be a big problem.
"I hope I won't be surrounded by a bunch of fist-sized bugs when I wake up tomorrow."
Facts have proved that reality is always ordinary.
When I woke up the next day, not only were there no insects, but most of the transplanted plants in the medicinal field were dead.
It is estimated that Chen Yu's craftsmanship was too poor and the roots were severely damaged.
After one night, half of it withered immediately, and some of the leaves in the remaining half turned yellow. As for the jade insect clothes, they were swaying here and there, and none of them survived.
He focused on observing the innermost corner of the medicinal field, where he had placed a magic pill. At the same time, most of the plants planted on it were also killed. Only a big white stick was left struggling to support it. He didn't know when it would die.
Crouching down and concentrating on perception, he could still vaguely feel the fluctuations of the spiritual machine in the soil through his mental strength far beyond that of ordinary people and his natural connection with the spiritual machine.
The net we saw yesterday was in disarray and tattered. After a whole night, most of the inspiration that had entered the soil had evaporated.
The only surviving large white root is still the same, with no change in size or color.
Failed again?
not at all.
The fragmented spiritual network is indeed about to collapse completely, but what can be clearly seen through the layers of earth is that one node after another is converging towards a certain place.
It's the big white stick that's in trouble
The inspiration condenses in the center of the rhizome, forming a mass, like clouds and mist, and seems to be brewing something in between.
Chen Yu tried his best to see clearly. The next moment, the ocean in his consciousness seemed to be affected, and his eyes suddenly crossed the leaves and stems, penetrating them.
He saw it.
It was a wisp of milky white air.
On that day, Chen Yu finally remembered his division.
Practicing martial arts? Practice your ass! (Excited face)