Various delicacies related to this aspect almost instantly appeared in my mind. Lotus leaf rice, whether it is white rice or porridge, seems to be delicious? Even worse, there is lotus seed porridge!
Everything about the lotus leaves, lotus roots and lotus seeds in the lake in front of me all popped into my mind.
However, Cheng Muyan was not dazzled by the endless flow of delicious recipes in his mind. Instead, he gathered a few people with fiery eyes in one place, carefully cleared a place, and filled the lake with delicious food.
After catching a lot of fish, I pushed a small boat in.
While clearing the land, Cheng Muyan and the others harvested several nests of eggs and several nests of waterfowl and teal.
Cheng Muyan and the others moved the eggs that were about to hatch and those that had not yet fully grown into a nest, and all the other fresh eggs and big fat ducks were collected by them. Everyone of them was quite satisfied with the harvest they had achieved.
The boat rowed into the lake. Cheng Muyan, Qing Huan, Cheng Mo Dao and the others picked lotus leaves and lotus pods, and Guo Guo and Bai Zelin pulled out the lotus roots. And because they were both plant experts, they naturally knew where the lotus roots were.
Big and watery, the rich spiritual energy contained in the collected lotus roots was almost comparable to the lotus roots they collected during the Half-Demon project.
However, this also shows that the spiritual energy in this world is rich, which is almost comparable to the spiritual energy gathered in the palace formation.
The harvest this time was very satisfactory. Every time a similar amount of lotus roots were collected, Cheng Muyan led the people to rock the boat to a deeper place in the lake, clean the lotus roots and put them into boxes, and then rocked the boat back to continue picking.
As mentioned before, the lake is quite big. Cheng Muyan and the others also worked hard for a whole day and half a morning to finish the work. For such a big lake, it needs to be rich in spiritual energy and large and watery. The collection of it is not as good as the half-demon project.
There were only twice as many lotus roots collected in that pond, but the area of this lake was almost ten times larger than that pond.
Wild lotus roots are no match for the domestic lotus roots that are evenly spawned by the formation!
Of course, this sentence was just a joke, said for fun. Seriously speaking, it was surprising that Cheng Muyan and the others were able to get so many lotus roots, not to mention that the lotus seeds they picked were less than half the quality.
They are comparable to the batch of lotus seeds harvested in the palace pond. This is simply an unexpected surprise!
Of course, what surprised them even more was what came next. Cheng Muyan had already felt the aura from the palace of the worlds that were arranged side by side before, so he no longer had the confidence to find the treasure house in this world, but only regarded it as a time to relax.
, search for this project like fun, relieve stress, relieve fatigue, and mediate your mood.
As a result... As a result, no one would have imagined that there really is another palace in this world?!
Moreover, they are like twin sisters to the world on the opposite side. They are both hidden inside the mountain wall. They have the same underground treasure house on the second floor underground. They are also surrounded by medicinal gardens and there are only a few roads left.
What's more important is that there are actually two purple sparkle fruit trees at the entrance of the east, west, south and north palaces!
If she wasn't naturally calm and calm, Cheng Muyan would have wanted to jump up and be careful!
On the contrary, Guoguo and Bai Zelin looked less composed than the other. While they were amazed in their eyes, they also praised the identical scenery and equipment on the mountain wall. In their hearts, they felt that these two places were exactly the same treasure house.
Very shocking.
Although Cheng Mo Dao had seen a lot of great things in the world, he was still surprised by the shameful cost, mouth-watering layout, and whimsical ideas of various buildings. Even at Yuechen Creek, he had not seen any of them.
Such an ingenious construction, not to mention the palace layouts that Guoguo and Bai Zelin seemed to be chatting about before, are all shocking.
It's a big deal, the rich are the rich, and the ordinary people can't compare!
Cheng Muyan and Qing Huan went to the palace to collect the things in the treasure house and picked purple sparkle fruit trees. Cheng Mo Dao took Guoguo, Bai Zelin and the others around the medicine garden outside to harvest spiritual plants and elixirs.
The saying "once comes a lesson twice" is really a classic saying. With this first experience, both Cheng Muyan and his team and Cheng Modao and his team saved a lot of time and even reorganized the medicine garden.
It didn't take much time to plant the seedlings with the magical medicine.
"How many other palaces like this are there in this small realm?" Cheng Mo Dao asked.
Without looking back, Cheng Muyan threw the golden silk thread still twisted in her hand to him and said, "Ask him. I don't know how many there are. I don't even know where these palaces are."
Qing Yuelu: "..."
I really don’t know. Didn’t I say that I can only sense the aura of the palace and don’t know anything else? Why do you need me to explain again? I think you are trying to embarrass me, Fat Tiger!
"I don't know, I don't understand, I haven't heard of it!" The golden thread trembled, and he made three consecutive rejection signs in mid-air.
Then... then it fell into Cheng Modao's hands. He used his mental power to explore the tangled golden thread from beginning to end, and said with some confusion: "What kind of spirit is this? Why can't I sense it?"
Come out of his breed?"
"It shouldn't be. No matter how powerful the weapon spirit is, it will still reveal clues if it wants to escape from my mental power." Cheng Mo Dao was confused, and then he scanned Qing Yuelu, who was lying flat and paralyzed, again.
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The pain of being run over by a steamroller made Qing Yuelu's whole body collapse, and even the kneaded thread was stretched out automatically.
"If you search again, he will be out of his wits. He can't even speak. What kind of spirit do you think it is?" Cheng Muyan was speechless as she looked at the golden silk thread that was lying flat and ready to be slaughtered. She pinched the bridge of her nose and said,
He grabbed the ball of thread forcefully.
Cheng Mo Dao suddenly realized something. He twitched his lips slightly and said, "I mean, why can't I check this guy's attributes? But it turns out he is too weak."
It’s no wonder that he doesn’t say anything about his lethality, and even speaks with gestures and gestures.
From this point of view, Cheng Mo Dao felt a little sympathy for this guy. He was hired as a slave by a girl at a young age, and he didn't know what kind of hard life he would have in the future. How pitiful!