Ten grains of spirit millet a day, even if the royal family on the Qingzhou Continent can't guarantee that every child will have such treatment.
If it weren't for Chen Yunsheng's body mutation, he would simply not be able to accommodate so many spirit elements, which would have extremely serious consequences.
But at a certain time, in a certain place, everything becomes logical.
The spirit element produced by ten grains of spirit millet was enough for Chen Yunsheng to run two small Zhou Tian, although it was insignificant, it was better than nothing.
Think of a person who has had a spirit yuan for decades suddenly loses everything and becomes like a wasted person, and any insignificant recovery is comforting.
Chen Yunsheng didn't try to open the storage ring again, he was no longer in a hurry to take out the Cloud Piercing Boat.
What this island has given him is hard to get anywhere, he wants to restore the spirit element, make himself stronger, and then return to Ilhade, a land full of blood and tears, to make those who need to be punished pay the price, and to bring the buried soul to justice.
He spent all his time cultivating the Water Spirit Qi Gathering Technique, and the little spirit yuan produced by ten spirit millets every day infiltrated the dry meridians.
Relying on this almost crazy supply method, Chen Yunsheng felt that the speed at which the spirit elements flowing in his meridians were disappearing more and more slowly.
These more than 300 days and nights were the hardest days of his life.
Sitting for nearly twelve hours a day, ignoring the wind and rain outside the door, the withering glory of the grass and trees.
The eight guards in the room quietly looked at a young man who was cultivating frantically, if their soul had not dissipated, would they be moved by such a persistent person The two pigs originally came to harass Chen Yunsheng every day, but later, they didn't bother to come over and bask in the sun outside the cabin every day.
The land next to the waterfall outside the house is planted with neat rows of spiritual millet.
Chen Yunsheng planned the land here very well, and the surrounding magic circles were more complete than at the beginning, moisturizing, gathering, windproof, and waterproof.
In order to speed up the growth of Lingsu, Chen Yunsheng dug up hundreds of blue spars from the cave on the top of the mountain and inlaid them on the stone pillars in the field, and the blue light provided a light source for Lingsu at night.
In this way, the limitation of not seeing the sun all day long and not seeing enough light on the island is solved.
The things that were going on for twelve hours a day, in addition to Chen Yunsheng's cultivation, the growth of Lingsu, and the black iron letter that was scorched on the fire in the inner layer of the cave.
After more than a year of burning, Tie Han became a little smaller, and what made Chen Yunsheng a little depressed was that he did not purify any essence from this part of the impurities that had disappeared, and he even began to suspect that the entire Tie Han was a huge impurity.
Fortunately, it is a waste of earth and fire resources if they are not used, so he no longer cares, and just leaves the black iron there.
For more than 300 days and nights, Chen Yunsheng exhausted more than 3,000 grains of spiritual millet, and this year's harvest came down again.
Except for a small amount of Lingsu that was affected by a heavy rain in the middle of the year, the rest was golden.
The harvest lasted for a meal, and the harvest was piled up in one corner of the hut.
Chen Yunsheng was no longer interested in counting the number of Lingsu, it was too much.
Leaving the seeds for the next year, Chen Yunsheng divided the remaining seeds into three parts, one was kept in the storage ring for future use, and the other was used to assist in the next year's cultivation, and the amount of swallowed per day increased to fifty.
The last one, and the most, he couldn't decide what to do with it.
After thinking about it for a long time, a thought suddenly flashed through me, "Why don't I use these spirit millets to make wine." ” Even he himself was surprised why he thought of this, but brewing wine is a very food-consuming thing, and it seems that this pile of spirit millet can't brew a few jars.
Chen Yunsheng knows some of the methods of winemaking, but he has not tried it, but fortunately, the process is not very complicated.
According to the records in some books, Chen Yunsheng chose the simplest brewing method.
He first soaked a small amount of Lingsu, and then stuffed it in a pile of withered grass, without ventilation, and after a few days, a thick layer of koji had grown on it.
With koji, things are much easier behind it.
He soaked all the rest of the Lingsu in water.
After soaking, Chen Yunsheng used the earth fire in the cave to steam these spiritual millets to maturity.
Then, a boulder is hollowed out and used as a vessel for sake brewing, and the steamed lingsu is placed in it.
The top is covered with a thick layer of withered grass, and this is the third stage of winemaking.
After three days, take out the Lingsu again, put it into the cave again to steam and roast, and after half an hour, put all the steamed Lingsu on the edge of the pond to ventilate and cool.
At this time, the final stage is to put the koji that has been prepared before into the lingsu, add it to the pool water, put it into the hollowed-out boulder, and seal it with mud and withered grass.
It took more than ten days before and after, and Chen Yunsheng sighed secretly, if Zhang Mingyuan's guy came, he would definitely be very busy.
Three months later, Chen Yunsheng opened the seal and entered the last link, the wine.
At this time, Lingsu was no longer what it used to be, and when it was mixed with water, it turned into a pale blue paste, exuding a pungent smell of wine.
Place the paste into the inner layer of the cave.
It has been transformed into a stone chamber perfect for winemaking, with a huge stone barrel for final distillation.
Since the temperature does not need to be too high when the sake is produced, it is far away from the ground fire well.
Above the stone barrel is a stone guide that drains the distilled liquor out of the groove.
After doing this, Chen Yunsheng pushed away the stones that had been blocking the fire well on the ground, and the scorching temperature scorched the stones in the distance, conducting the heat into the wine tank.
An hour later, tiny droplets of water appeared in the cold stone grooves on the barrel.
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After a while, the small droplets condensed into large droplets, which eventually slid down the groove and rolled into the jar that had already been placed.
This wine jar was used by the black bones to hold the fragrance of the breeze and lotus leaves, and the wine has been drunk by Zhang Mingyuan, leaving only an empty jar.
After about an hour, the jar was mostly filled with water, and no more wine came out of the rails, and it seemed that it had been distilled.
Opening the barrel, Chen Yunsheng found that there was very little residue in the barrel, almost nothing.
He glanced at the crystal clear liquid of most of the jars on the side, and said secretly, it was a waste that a large number of Lingsu only got such a small amount of wine.
Picking up the stall and sealing his mouth, Chen Yunsheng returned to his wooden house.
Sitting on his wooden bed, he looked up and down at the results of the brewing that took him more than twenty days.
He ate five pieces of Lingsu, and while the Lingyuan did not disperse, he took out a palm-sized wine cup from the storage ring, poured out half a bowl from the wine jar, and then sealed the mouth of the altar.
Put the wine cup under his nose and smell it, he didn't see the slightest smell of wine, released his divine perception, and didn't feel half of the aura, he was a little dumbfounded, and said secretly, maybe the brewing process is wrong, all the spiritual things in the spiritual millet have been distilled, and only water remains In the end, Chen Yunsheng drank the wine bowl in one go, quite like when he was fighting with Zhang Mingyuan.
When the liquid first entered his mouth, he didn't feel any surprise, he only felt that there was an incomparably fragrant fragrance between his lips and teeth, and the fragrance quickly disappeared, and a blazing flame that could scorch his soul rushed straight to Chen Yunsheng's heavenly spirit.
At this moment, he felt that his soul was about to be stirred up, and he hurriedly crossed his knees, intending to resist it.
But without waiting for his luck, the domineering blazing spirit gradually sublimated into a pure aura impact.
In an instant, the limbs and bones seemed to be gone, Chen Yunsheng seemed to be floating in the void, facing the endless wind around him, countless bright lights-like stars in the sky shone on him, and his body was empty, as if only the weight of his soul remained.
His mind began to blur, his perception of himself became more and more confused, and his mind became cloudy.
In the end, even his mind was lost, as if he was in a state of chaos, and he completely forgot about himself and the feeling of existence.
The light around us is fading, everything is withering, everything is meaningless, and this may be the end of all things.
I don't know how long it took, Chen Yunsheng opened his eyes, his mind was not as drowsy as if he had just woken up drunk, and his body did not feel the slightest discomfort, as if the process of managing just now was just a temporary loss of consciousness.
Looking out the window from the door of the cabin, it was late at night, and the dew on the grass tips outside reflected a faint blue glow from the hedrons.
Facing such a spectacle for a long time, he didn't feel shocked, and looked at the empty wine cup on the table, Chen Yunsheng secretly sighed that he couldn't drink so much next time.
How did he know that his almost whimsical attempt had turned out to be the top three liquor in the list of spirits for a long time.
When the people of later generations drank the wine in the stone, they often drank it in a ratio of one to one hundred.
The first is that the cost of this wine is so high that few people can afford it.
The second is that, apart from those high-level Yuanying cultivators, very few people can withstand the impact of the almost pure energy of the wine in the stone.
The monks under the Yuanying cultivator could only withstand such a violent impact with a sieve-like body like Chen Yunsheng.
But it also inspired some good doers, who often take pride in drinking pure wine in the stone, in order to experience the exhilaration, which is called the love of madness.
Touching the thick log on the bed, feeling a thin layer of dust, Chen Yunsheng was shocked, "How long have I slept this time?"
He hurriedly looked inside his body, and couldn't help but be taken aback, and at the same time he was overjoyed, and there was a faint spiritual yuan in his body that flowed slowly along Zhou Tian's meridians.
He carefully identified it and found that the spirit element showed no signs of decreasing, which meant that his body no longer absorbed the spirit element.
Suddenly knowing such news, Chen Yunsheng was almost crazy, he ran out of the house like crazy, and ran wildly in the vast night, on the isolated island where desolation and prosperity are intertwined, riding the wind.
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