Chapter 169 "Vegetable Bed"
The Sumeru Ring had only half a square space, but Xu Yi used nearly half of the space to hold these rough kitchen utensils that would make others jaw drop when they saw it.
He prepared these to nourish Qiu Wa.
If Xu Yi knew that using the spiritual soil could better help Qiuwa recover, but the spiritual soil is rare, so for the time being, he can only use this stupid method to prolong Qiuwa's life.
The pot of water boiled, and Xu Yi pulled out two brocade boxes from the Sumeru Ring. He took out a hundred-year-old xianzhima, shaped it into ancient Shouwu, folded his palms together, kneaded it into pieces, and poured it into boiling water. Immediately, the clear river water turned blood red. When the potion cooled slightly, he took out a wooden box from his bosom, and opened it carefully.
Xu Yi was heartbroken when he saw it, and hurriedly put the wood carving into the basin, making up his mind that when he found the cauldron, he didn't care about anything else, and went to find the spiritual soil first.
Half an hour later, the red water in the basin gradually cleared up. Xu Yi picked up Qiuwa, wiped it carefully, and muttered, "Qiuwa, Qiuwa, you must hold on, Uncle Huzi must save you."
Carefully put Qiuwa into the wooden box, and wiped his face with the help of the clear river water, Xu Yi went upstream along the river.
After traveling for more than ten miles, a valley appeared in front of my eyes. I could see it from a distance, with lush peach forests, white birds flying, and gurgling water, beating on the river's convex stones, playing a joyful movement.
When he reached Degukou, Xu Yi stopped suddenly, looked at the sun in the sky, and fell into deep thought.
After walking all the way, he gradually realized that something was wrong. Isn't it strange that the sun above his head was walking and appearing behind him.
Staring at it for a while, letting go of his perception completely, Xu Yi gradually realized that something was wrong.
The sun above the head, no matter how hot or penetrating it is, is not like the usual sunlight. The perception is released, not only the senses are sharpened to the extreme, but the skin is also much more sensitive than usual.
"The only explanation is that this is a round of artificial sun, using an unknown formation to gather the light and pour it in."
At this thought, Xu Yi secretly exclaimed, "Could it be that he is still in the tomb, in other words, this Fang Dongtian also exists in the ancient tomb?"
The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was possible. He had heard from Xiong Kuiyan that he had explored this tomb and occupied more than half of the mountain range.
As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help feeling a deep respect for the builder of this tomb.
There is nothing better than this!
Since he is here, he will be safe, his situation is unusual, Dantian Huahai, the number of Shenyuan Pills he needs is probably a terrifying amount.
If you can't find a cauldron to help refine the Shenyuan Pill with the same name, given the high degree of monopoly on the Shenyuan Pill in the cultivation world, I'm afraid there is no hope for this biochemical sea.
Therefore, no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead is, he has no choice but to forge ahead.
Fortunately, the powerful soul bestowed by God has given him extremely strong perception and can predict danger in advance.
Stopping at the mouth of the valley for a while, his perception was fully released, and after a leisurely look, Xu Yi's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly towards the valley.
After walking dozens of steps, a wooden house appeared in front of him.
The wooden house is not big, more than ten feet in length and width, and there is a chimney on the top. It is obvious that someone once lived here.
The wooden house is extremely dilapidated, the body and roof of the house have rotted a lot of wood, showing large brown faults.
Pushing aside the mottled weaving net, carefully stepping up the steps made of hard Nan in front of the door, with a heavy "squeak", fortunately, it did not break.
Turning sideways, slipping through the half-closed door, the view of the wooden house is unobstructed.
On the west side by the window, a narrow bed, almost buried in thick dust, has collapsed.
A simple four-legged table was placed horizontally near the narrow bed. The first thing that attracted Xu Yi's attention was a skeleton that had already dried out lying in front of the four-legged table.
Walking to the table, Xu Yi's eyes settled on an open book page on the table. Because the page had a lot of dust, some words could be seen faintly and intermittently.
Based on these words, Xu Yi confirmed Xiong Kui's conjecture that the director of this tomb was indeed the King of Killing Jiang Hentian.
The text on the page should be a note to be precise. Combined with the text on the note, Xu Yi speculates that the owner of the skeleton is probably Jiang Hentian's servant who followed Jiang Hentian in the past. After Jiang Hentian passed away, the Jiang family built this tomb for Jiang Hentian.
In order to verify his guess, Xu Yi stretched out his hand to grab the pages of the book, but when he touched the pages, the whole page was crushed and turned into dust.
Sighing, Xu Yi turned his attention to the wooden box in the corner again, and carefully opened the wooden box. Inside lay a Taoist robe and a dust whisk. Strangely, the surroundings of the wooden box were covered with dust, but the Taoist robe and dust whisk were as clean as new.
When the cloth was unfolded, the Taoist robe was well-made and extremely elegant, with a delicate lotus flower embroidered on the chest;
The material of the whisk's silver wire could not be discerned, so Xu Yi summoned up all his strength and kept pulling. The most surprising thing was that the handle of the whisk was forged from pure gold.
The material is excellent, it can automatically avoid dust, and it looks extraordinary. Xu Yi folded it, and put it in the Sumeru Ring with a thought.
After carefully looking at the wooden house, there was nothing left, so he lifted his foot and went out from the other side door, passing across the wooden house.
As soon as Fang went out, Xu Yi fell to the ground with a sound of "Yah", he groaned, got up, and spun around a nursery suddenly, his eyes stared like copper bells, almost falling out of their sockets.
The nursery in front of me, to be precise, is more like a row of vegetable beds, no more than ten feet in length and width, but the scenery inside is so thrilling.
A ginseng doll with arms and legs, a sesame seed half as tall as a person, a nine-petal snow lotus...
There are precious medicines that are hard to find in Guang'an City, and there are nearly twenty of them growing in this "vegetable bed".
What excites Xu Yi the most is not the precious medicine in the "vegetable bed", but the soil in the "vegetable bed".
Those grains of soil that are as black as ink and shaped like pearls are exactly the spiritual soil that many people long for and obtain.
A handful of spiritual soil is already worth tens of thousands of gold, and there are more than a thousand handfuls gathered here.
"Ha ha……"
Xu Yi looked up to the sky and laughed out loud, with tears streaming from his eyes.
It's not for tens of millions of dollars, but for Qiuwa's salvation.
After laughing for a moment, Xu Yi calmed down, took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and rushed towards the "vegetable bed".
Unexpectedly, the other party approached the "vegetable bed", before his big feet landed, the "vegetable bed" suddenly shot out a net of faint blue light, bounced on him, and with a muffled bang, he was knocked flying three feet away, and hit the decayed wooden house, causing a cloud of smoke and dust to fall.
"Grass, I know it's not that easy!"
Xu Yi cursed, shook his clothes, shook off the dust, walked to the "vegetable bed", stared at the "vegetable bed" full of treasures, and cursed himself for being stupid, with so many treasures, how could there be no restraints, if there were no restraints, just a few small animals could level the place.