The cave that Chen Yang "inherited" is the Yuzi Cave, located at the highest point of the mountain.
When the Yin Crane landed, Chen Yang saw two rows of people on the left and right, one row of maids in palace attire and burly warriors, and one row of delicate boys and girls, all kneeling to greet them and calling them masters.
Then, a maid, a strongman, and a boy and a girl came forward to introduce the situation of the cave.
From the production of spiritual rice, the nectar of spiritual flowers, to the functions of each room in the cave, to what kind of food and women you like, etc., everything is covered.
Chen Yang felt a splitting headache and sighed: "You guys go away, I will be in seclusion for a few days. Next time I stay here permanently, it won't be too late to introduce you."
Everyone retreated.
Chen Yang's headache eased a little. He shook his head and thought: "I still have to get used to such a luxurious retreat."
“Let’s experience it one by one next time.”
Chen Yang was anxious to check the harvest, but he really didn't have the intention.
When he entered the gorgeously decorated cave, there was never any darkness. There was a formation that collected sunlight during the day, stored it in a special formation, and then released it inside the cave. It made people feel more comfortable than the bright lights on earth.
Chen Yang sat cross-legged in the main training room of the cave. The pores all over his body were opening happily, and the abundant spiritual power was surging, and his whole body was energized.
"That's a bit cool."
Chen Yang showed a satisfied smile and sat down on the cloud bed made of white jade. It felt soft but firm, clear and moist.
There is a futon on the cloud bed, the kind where the top ten disciples of the outer sect sit under the Dharma lecture platform.
From the incense burner nearby, wisps of light incense are wafting out, always burning incense to help you enter concentration and reduce the backlash.
In an unprecedented luxurious training environment, the first thing Chen Yang took out was the Peach Blossom Spring incense stick.
"Are you my fellow countryman?"
Chen Yang rubbed the incense stick, and he already had the answer in his heart.
"yes!"
When the infant mother Wan Yingluo inspired this Peach Blossom Spring artifact, the words reflected on it were exactly the famous story of Peach Blossom Spring that Chen Yang had memorized when he was a child.
After the initial shock, Chen Yang has now completely accepted this fact.
After all, it’s the first time, the second time, familiarity, and it’s not the first time.
"In the Dragon Gate world, there are senior time travelers and fellow villagers who arrived first and stirred up such a big storm. They are also called extraterrestrial demons."
"Then occasionally a fellow countryman goes to a small world where he cultivates literary skills. Is there anything wrong with him?"
"Nothing wrong!"
Chen Yang shook his head and thought to himself: "This senior fellow countryman, I don't know if I should say he is lucky or bad."
"Let's talk about luck. In a world where culture is the foundation of cultivation, and when you become a copywriter, you can copy someone with a powerful cultivation level. Don't be too lucky."
"Speak of bad luck, the world will perish..."
"Forget it, no matter what, let's see what my fellow villagers left for me."
Chen Yang followed Wan Yingluo's previous demonstration, and a ray of Yin magic inspired the Peach Blossom Spring.
"brush!"
Lines of text, every word, every gesture, are all twisting and shining, as bright and brilliant as the stars awakening.
"Is this the way to be literary?!"
Chen Yang took a deep look and did not delve deeper into it. Instead, he followed Wan Yingluo's instructions and began to recite the famous Peach Blossom Spring. At the same time, he poured his own spiritual power into the magical artifact over and over again.
Both are indispensable.
Chen Yang didn't even need to look at the projected Peach Blossom Spring, but directly started reciting:
"In the Taiyuan Dynasty of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling were engaged in fishing. They walked along the stream and forgot the distance of the road. Suddenly they came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps along the bank. There were no miscellaneous trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the fallen flowers were colorful. The fishermen were very strange.
, go forward again, and want to exhaust the forest..."