The cave is actually myself

Chapter 225
In a valley between two huge peaks.

Lantern Village is built in a large wooden house in the middle of the village.

Each of the dozen or so villagers from Lantern Village held a paper book in their hands, muttering something in their mouths, sometimes thoughtfully, grabbing a pen and writing quickly on the paper.

Long Liu sat at the back of the wooden house, holding his chin with his left hand and flipping through the books on the desk with his right hand.

A villager about the same age as him hunched over and quietly came to him.

"Brother Longliu, haven't you learned how to memorize it after so long? We are about to enter the spiritual field to officially plant the spiritual grass."

The villager asked Long Hong curiously, with a teasing tone in his tone.

"Go away, go away, be careful I will hit you."

Long Liu drove this companion away impatiently, his eyes widening as if he wanted to eat the book.

The open page of the book contains Long Hong's crooked handwriting.

"Purple Bone Bamboo, a second-grade spiritual plant, dark purple in color..."

Long Liu read in a low voice and closed the book.

"What kind of bamboo is purple?"

Open it again and remember it firmly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"What bone bamboo?"

"Purple bone what?"

After some struggle, Long Liu finally couldn't help but let out a heavy breath.

After settling down for a period of time, as the number of spiritual plants in the cave increased and the planting range became wider and wider, Lu Yuan shifted more attention to alchemy, so some low-grade spiritual plants were born. The idea of ​​​​contracting plants to the villagers of Lantern Village.

He passed on some books to the villagers, which recorded a lot of detailed information about spiritual plants.

Characteristics, functions, cultivation methods, precautions...

Every process of cultivating spiritual fields, sowing spiritual seeds, watering spiritual springs, clearing insect pests, and picking mature spiritual herbs and elixirs is left to the villagers of Lantern Village to complete. Lu Yuan will give them a certain amount of reward after handing over the spiritual herbs.

During the cultivation process, a clone of Huan Yin Tong will patrol and monitor from time to time to prevent villagers from secretly appropriating the spiritual herbs and elixirs for profit.

However, Lu Yuan found that this was superfluous. Given his status in the hearts of the villagers, there was no such incident.

On the contrary, because they could get a lot of money and at the same time learn about spiritual plants that they would never dare to think about, the villagers cherished this opportunity and frantically absorbed the information in the book Lu Yuan left for them.

Basically, after completing the daily tasks, the villagers rushed to the wooden house as soon as possible to study.

There are even a lot of night readings with lamps lit. Soul lanterns are used to light up books. The resentful souls inside the lanterns are purified by the power of knowledge, and there is no change for a long time.

But Longliu was not born suitable for learning. Among the villagers who started learning spiritual plant information at the same time as him, he is the only one who is still reciting the basic knowledge of spiritual medicine. Several of them have passed the theory and started to officially plant and cultivate spiritual plants.

This made Long Liu feel very annoyed. His talent in cultivation was second only to Long Hong, but he was lagging behind in learning about elixirs.

When he was worried, suddenly, something strange came from the storage bag. Long Liu took out a thin piece of paper from the storage bag, with the two characters "Come quickly" written on it.

As the liaison person and representative between Lantern Village and the Cave Mansion, Lu Yuan left Long Liu with the latest version of the piece of paper, which could make one-way contact with Long Liu.

Longliu Zhengchou had no reason. The first time he saw the piece of paper, he covered the book and rushed towards the mountain peak where the little paper man was.

When we reached the top of the mountain, there were already many strange monsters in the open space, from the big-headed monster fish of no rank, to the Lihuo Jiao, rock armored turtle, yin-yang fairy bat of the fifth rank, which were still in the process of gestation and awakening, so they were not among them. .

Except for a few high-grade spiritual plants and monsters, Lu Yuan distributed all the other monsters on various mountain peaks and asked them to guard the spiritual herbs and elixirs planted on the mountain peaks.

"I called you here this time because I have something to ask you."

"I'm practicing a calligraphy and painting technique recently. In order to learn it faster, I need you to be the copying object."

"You don't need to do anything else, just stay still while I draw you."

While Lu Yuan controlled the little paper man to write on his body, he used his spiritual thoughts to tell those low-level monsters that they were strange.

After practicing turning the pen for two and a half days, the little paper man finally managed to make a circle. He suddenly became ambitious and wanted to draw monsters and make them come alive under his pen.

So he summoned the monsters, strange beasts, and dragons to come over and serve as the objects for copying.

The little paper man cut a piece of paper from its body. With its current calamity-level strength, the piece of paper had many strange features and was suitable as a material for it to practice writing.

A gray-winged bird stopped in mid-air, floating quietly without moving at all.

The little paper man stretched out a few gray fingers and grasped the spiritual pen. His empty eyes occasionally looked at the gray-winged bird in the air, and from time to time he looked at the paper in front of him, constantly sketching something.

Half a moment later, a strange black shadow with messy lines appeared on the paper. As the last stroke of the spirit pen was completed, the strange black shadow on the paper suddenly became alive and kept swimming on the paper.

Lu Yuan controlled the little paper man to force the spiritual energy to act on the strange black shadow. Suddenly, the black shadows on the paper broke apart one after another, and the lines continued to disappear, and soon only a pale piece of paper was left.

The little paper man continued writing and drawing on the piece of paper without hesitation.

After several exercises, I could finally see the prototype of the gray-winged bird, but it looked much larger than the one on the top of the mountain, holding up a pair of short fleshy wings.

The little paper man controls the spiritual energy to flow into the body of the gray-winged bird on the paper.

The black shadow kept surging, as if it wanted to fly out of the paper.

Soon, a chubby little bird with gray wings, fluttering a pair of short wings, jumped out of the white paper.

After flapping its short wings a few times, it was unable to bear the huge weight brought by its size and fell directly to the ground.

"Not bad, good. There is progress. At least it can fly out of the paper."

Lu Yuan was generous with his praise and did not mention the fifth-grade spiritual pen used by the little paper man or the fact that he had a strange body.

The little paper man was greatly encouraged and came to Longliu.

Long Liu pursed her lips tightly, tensed her muscles, and did not dare to make any facial expression changes.

After a long wait, just when Longliu couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to move, the senior paper man in his eyes was finally completed.

On a pale piece of paper, one could vaguely see the facial features of a person depicted.

The face is blurred, trying to break free from the paper.

Long Liu looked at the pale and cold paper, as well as the strange and inexplicable dark abstract face on the paper, and had a ridiculous feeling that his portrait was painted on after his death.

The face on the paper struggled a few times, but was finally unable to get out of the paper. The face was twisted continuously, becoming a thick black shadow, and finally dissipated in the air.

(End of this chapter)