Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 23 Fire Spirit Spike, Blue River Rice

Chu Tianming was sitting in front of the table in the pavilion, with a small bag in hand.

The mouth of the bag was slightly open, revealing some tiny particles like grain seeds.Some of these particles are crystal blue, like tiny, crystal clear rice grains, and some are fiery red, as big as half a fingernail, as if they contain sparks.

Chu Tianming took out a crystal blue particle, holding the ghost brush in his right hand, and carved strange lines on the particle stroke by stroke.

Every time the ghost hair brush moves away, there will be strands of subtle aura in the air blending into the particles in a strange way. When the pattern is carved, the pattern on that particle will flicker under the moonlight, as if it has been injected into the particles. The soul comes alive.

Chu Tianming carved one piece after another, with no hint of fatigue in his eyes.

Not long after, Xiao Yin came in quietly with a basin, placed it gently on the shelf next to the table, and whispered softly: "Master, it's late at night."

Chu Tianming put a carved particle aside and said with a smile: "It solidifies very quickly. It's getting late, so you should go to bed first."

Xiao Yin said: "Young Master is not asleep yet."

Chu Tianming smiled, "Forget it, then just wait for me for a while, soon."

After that, he continued to carve the particles.

When most of the bright moon in the night sky was obscured by clouds, Chu Tianming put down his pen, stretched out and said, "It's done."

He got up and walked to the basin, washed his hands and wiped them clean.

"I said before that when you activate the three sources of qi, I will teach you a mantra of the mind." Chu Tianming said slowly and methodically, "I originally wanted to talk about it tomorrow, but since you are here now, why not Take advantage of the moonlight to send you a message."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyin's pretty face was filled with surprise.

Chu Tianming raised his hand, and immediately the bright moon in the sky was captured by Chu Tianming with a beam of moonlight.

The moonlight gathered in Chu Tianming's hands, like a crescent moon, and then he spoke the truth, and every word was full of understanding and control of the great road.These bytes sounded too obscure and profound to Xiao Yin. Even if he listened to them casually, he would not be able to understand them at all. Even his mind could easily be disturbed.

The mantra blended into the moonlight and turned into a supreme mental technique.Chu Tianming took a look and was quite satisfied, then casually imprinted this mental formula into the heart of little Yin's eyebrows.

"This mental formula was created by me and is suitable for your family's practice. I just modified it slightly to make it more suitable for your practice."

Xiao Yin was deeply moved as if he had found a treasure, and asked again: "Sir, is there a name for this spiritual teaching?"

Chu Tianming thought for a while, raised his head and glanced at the bright moon. His eyes seemed to travel through the void, seeing the distant past, and seeing the figure with blood spilled on the black stone sea, "Let's call it...'Huiyue Heart Technique'."

"Hui Yue's Heart Technique..." Xiao Yin blinked his silver eyes and muttered twice.

She didn't know that the name of this mental method came from one of her ancestors.

"Okay, go to sleep." Chu Tianming rubbed Xiao Yin's hair and said with a smile, "You can experience this 'Hui Yue Mental Technique' in the past few days. If you don't understand anything, you can always do it. Ask me. When the sowing is finished, you can go to Qinfeng with me and I will take you to pick up something."

"Thank you, Master." Xiao Yin smiled happily, then left with the basin in hand.

Chu Tianming looked at Xiaoyin's back, smiled, and then his eyes fell on the granules on the table, with a rare look of anticipation in his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I drank 'Daochongjiu'."

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The next day, the wasteland.

Chu Tianming distributed the carved crystal particles to the groom and sweeper, then took their own corners with hoes and began to cultivate and sow.

As soon as the crystal particles hit the ground, a stream of water flowed from the ditch next to the field and poured onto the small soil bag.In just a few breaths, a new sprout sprouts out of the ground.

This new bud is tender green, with a peculiar pattern in the bud. As soon as it breaks through the ground, it frantically absorbs the spiritual energy and nutrients in the wasteland, and grows vigorously.

Of course, no matter how much it absorbs, those spiritual energy and nutrients are nothing more than an insignificant trace compared to the tens of thousands of years of savings in the wasteland.

The old man sweeping the floor couldn't help but sigh as he watched the young sprouts sprouting out of the ground. He repeatedly praised: "It's wonderful! It's really a blessing!"

Chu Tianming shook his head and said: "There is no good fortune, it's just a trail."

The groom held a crystal grain and looked at it carefully, and said to himself: "What kind of spiritual plant seed is this grain? Is it able to germinate and grow because of the special nature of the seed itself, or because of the lines inside it?" ?This pattern..." The groom couldn't understand this pattern, but he knew instantly that it was written by Chu Tianming.

Before he met Chu Tianming, he asked himself that he still knew a lot and had some knowledge in his stomach, but after meeting Chu Tianming, he really understood what it means to be a frog at the bottom of a well and watch the sky.

The old man sweeping the floor couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Chu, can you give me some pointers on the metaphysics involved?"

Chu Tianming did not lose his self-esteem. Although he no longer had much affection for the current Wen Zong, this was the sect that he and the girl established together after all. There was nothing wrong with giving some guidance to future generations.Besides, although this wasteland is nice, to him, it is nothing more than a piece of land.

The land is originally used to grow things.The land belongs to Wenzong, so naturally he left it intentionally.

Chu Tianming shook the crystal particles in his hand and said: "These are the seeds of Huolingsui and Blue River Rice. Apart from being carefully selected, there is nothing special about them."

Fire Spirit Sui and Blue River Rice are both very common spiritual plants in the world of cultivation, and their status is no different from high-quality rice in the mortal world.

When the groom and the old sweeper heard this, they immediately understood that the pattern carved inside the seed was the key to the problem.

Chu Tianming took out a Fire Spirit Spike seed, and when he touched it casually, the lines inside bloomed like a small firework.

Then he squatted down, put his hand on the soil of the wasteland, and pressed it gently.

Whoa!
With Chu Tianming's palm as the center, countless light patterns spread out in all directions.

The entire wasteland was like a mold that had already been rubbed. Light passed through the mold, forming light patterns under Chu Tianming's palm.

The light pattern flashed away, like a firework set off on the ground.

The old man sweeping the floor suddenly discovered that the light patterns in the wasteland were somewhat similar to the patterns in the seeds.

Chu Tianming retracted his palm and said calmly: "The two patterns are not the same, but they have the same origin and echo each other. Only seeds with carved patterns can grow in the wasteland."

This is also a kind of restriction that Chu Tianming left in the wasteland to prevent the wasteland from being endlessly exploited by unsatisfactory descendants.But now it seems that although future generations can't squeeze it, they do not live up to expectations.There was not even a single person in such a large Wenzong who understood the secret of lines.

After hearing this, the old man sweeping the floor couldn't help but fell into silence.Deep down in his heart, he let out a long sigh.

Once the knowledge here is explained, it becomes very simple.It's a pity that people in the Wenzong dynasties only thought about how to obtain the resources in the wasteland, but no one thought of studying the wasteland itself.

No matter how stupid the old man sweeping the floor was, he understood that the pattern itself was an astonishing wealth no less than that of Daozang, but Wenzong had never studied it alone.

Short-sightedness, pedantic behavior, and various factors combined to make Wenzong's decline reasonable.

Chu Tianming said calmly: "Okay, let's continue sowing. We'll finish it before sunset. We still have things to do tomorrow."

At dusk, as the sun set, everyone finished sowing the last seeds. Everything was within Chu Tianming's calculation.

The old sweeper twisted his waist a few times, then couldn't help but hammered it a few times, and laughed at himself: "When you get old, your waist will ache when you do a little work, and your bones will soon fail."

The groom smiled and said, "It's good to move your body and bones. If you die slowly, you can do more things."

At this time, Xiaobai returned as usual. This time he had a small thing in his mouth. When he shook his head and threw the little thing out, the thing gradually grew larger and turned out to be a cow...

Chu Tianming glanced at the cow, curved his lips, and said, "Let's eat beef today."

The corner of the sweeping old man's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help but mourn in silence for the owner of the cow, while he consciously and quickly set up a barbecue grill with the groom.

That night.

A slim figure went up the mountain along the stone steps, and finally landed at the edge of the wasteland.

She looked towards the wasteland. Under the moonlight, a delicate and charming face was reflected, but now this beautiful face was full of shock.

"He...he actually planted spiritual plants on the wasteland?"

She tapped the ground lightly and landed lightly on the field ridge. Just when she squatted down and wanted to reach out her green fingers to touch one of the young buds, a faint voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

"If I were you, I wouldn't just touch what others grow."

(End of this chapter)