To survive a plant, at least three conditions are required: light, land, and water.

There is no need to worry about the land, after all, the seeds have been planted.

As for light, there is no sun and moon light here, only fog, but it is as bright as daytime. I think there is a source of light. As long as there is light, it is not a problem.

What's more, there is plenty of spiritual energy here, unlike the thin spiritual energy outside. The spiritual energy originally contains the sun, Taiyin, and the five elements. Therefore, you don't have to worry about it.

Then, the only thing that can make Chen Mo worry is water.

In such a place, Chen Mo was confident that even if there was no spiritual spring and only ordinary mountain springs, he could plant this spiritual valley well.

But... Chen Mo was sure that there was no other source of water except that strange water.

If he had eaten a seed of Linggu, he would not eat or drink for three or two days, but this Linggu would not be waterless for a day.

I think there are only two ways, one is to use that strange water to irrigate.

The second thing is to dig the field, dig several feet deep to see if you can dig out the water? After all, the field is fertile and moist, and it may not be necessary to have groundwater under it.

As for the ground outside the field, there is no need to think about it. The things that look like soil but not soil, stone but not stone are extremely hard. Chen Mo just used the energy to suck it, and didn't even raise a grain of dust.

Of course, his purpose just now was to see if there was still land under the ground and whether he could reclaim more land.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo's brows stretched out. People are not afraid of difficulties, they are just helpless.

However, compared to digging soil, Chen Mo prefers to use that strange water. After all, the spiritual energy is amazing, and it is a pity to waste it.

But Chen Mo didn't dare to gamble, so he calculated it and finally decided to use only two of the Spirit Valleys to test. Even if the results were bad, he could still harvest seven Spirit Valleys in a year, which was enough to survive.

Having made up his mind, Chen Mo went to the stone wall to get water. There was a small jade spoon in his tool. It was originally used to water some special herbs in detail. It was useless to Chen Mo take it before. After all, all he planted was Linggu, but now it came in handy.

There was really not much water for a jade spoon, so I was afraid that it would be just one sip if I wanted someone to drink it. But the water in the pit was almost one fifth less, which made Chen Mo worry again.

However, the water spiritual energy is too sufficient, and this spoonful of two spiritual valleys is probably enough. You can even stop watering for a month.

After all, according to the outside world's spiritual spring standards, one of them is full of water and spiritual energy, and the nourishing effect is powerful and lasting. This strange water should be similar, right? After all, it is also water itself?

Chen Mo had no theoretical basis, so he could only make random inferences in his mind.

The water was watered soon, and Chen Mo scratched his head. I thought the rest was to try digging a hole in the field to see if there was any groundwater?

Thinking of this, Chen Mo took out the jade hoe and was about to activate it when an inexplicable pulling force appeared again without warning.

Chen Mo was shocked and thought that he would not have been pulled into something even more strange, right? Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought appeared, the pulling force suddenly became huge and irresistible, just like last time, and Chen Mo lost consciousness again.

Some yellowed bamboo walls, a wooden cabinet made by myself, a bit crooked, a bamboo bed beneath, a thin blue quilt on the bed, a bottle that fell in front of me, and an empty bowl...

When Chen Mo opened his eyes and saw these familiar scenes, it took him several more breaths to prevent himself from jumping out of bed.

"Back, are you here?" Chen Mo was a little unbelievable, turned his head and looked out the window. Seeing the sky as bright as the moment he broke through, he couldn't help but rub his eyes, suspected that he had a dream.

But this matter is so real, how can it be explained by dreams? Chen Mo took out the cloth bag he carried with him from his arms and counted it down and found that there were no jade sickle and jade hoe in the bag.

"That's it." Is this evidence not enough to be sure? Chen Mo seemed to have a calm expression and was holding the pile of spiritual tools in his cloth bag. In fact, when he looked carefully, his hands trembled a little.

He knew very well that the jade sickle was used to test the fog. As for the jade hoe when it was pulled, where could it still be taken? It was naturally lost in that mysterious place.

As soon as he left, Chen Mo spent a stick of incense to adapt. This time, how could Chen Mo be able to calm down quickly? Now he has a lot of questions that cannot be answered, and he doesn't know who to ask?

Things happened one after another, and Chen Mo was not a stubborn person after all, and his mind was messy. He simply stopped thinking about it. He ate some dry food in a hurry, and simply threw himself on the bamboo bed and fell asleep.

This time, he slept in darkness and it was not until dusk that Chen Mo woke up.

After getting up, Chen Mo was not in a hurry. He washed his face leisurely before walking towards the spiritual field outside the house.

The hill outside the house is covered with silver. It seems that I missed a snow scene when I practiced last night.

After a year of entry, although my practice is not successful, I am no longer the little beggar who can freeze to death by a heavy snow. Now I am afraid that it is not a problem to deal with the martial arts masters in the secular world.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel happy, jumped up from the snow, and easily landed on a flat stone outside the spiritual field.

Life in the Immortal Sect is lonely, and this big stone is where Chen Mo reads, studies and thinks every day. Now he has a lot of questions, so he naturally comes here.

The moonlight behind the snow was cold, and Chen Mo lay on the big stone, but he didn't feel the coldness.

After resting, his thinking was extremely clear and his stomach was straightened out, but there were only two key points.

First, I was definitely not being pulled into that mysterious place for no reason. What is the reason?

Second, will I be pulled into that place again in the future?

Compared with these two questions, the rest of the details are not too important. However, no matter how carefully recalled, Chen Mo still had no idea.

"Hu..." Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, unable to figure out whether it was still hard to feel at ease. He was used to it and wanted to grab the bead hanging on his chest.

This was the case before. Whenever I really couldn't feel at ease, the bead was his only comfort and support, which could make him feel at ease and warm.

But this time, Chen Mo grabbed the beads in vain. The red rope that tied the beads around his neck was clearly still there, but the beads were nowhere to be found.

This discovery made Chen Mo suddenly sit up from the big stone. The cold weather made him sweat with fine hair.

The beads are gone? Why did they disappear? Chen Mo has never been so panicked, and even didn't know what to do next moment?

But at this moment, a memory that seemed to be deliberately blurred by God suddenly passed through his mind like lightning.

He remembered that when he was pulled into that mysterious place, there was a misty blue light on his chest. Isn’t that place the place where he hung the beads?
Chapter completed!