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Chapter 6 Jin Yumu

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue ran back to the hill and found the strange plant that had turned back into seedlings.

After leaving for a while, it quietly grew a lot and took out new branches.

It surprised Zhang Yue.

"It seems that this plant has its own cycle..." he thought to himself.

Judging from the reaction of this newly born plant, I am afraid that the growth of this plant will be regular.

To put it more vividly, it is the free card draw CD of the mobile game he once played.

Every time it bears fruit, it may take a certain amount of time to recover before it can absorb nutritional results again.

If so...

"Since there is a free CD, there must be a paid purchase!" Zhang Yue thought to himself.

However, there is no system in this space and no instructions.

I'm afraid, how to pay and what to pay is still needed to explore.

Even what fertilizer does this plant need? Zhang Yue knows nothing now.

His only clue was the bamboo slip that fell to the ground.

Looking at the bamboo slips that had fallen to the ground, Zhang Yue thought about it, then walked forward, picked them up, weighed them for a while, and felt as if they were holding them in his hand before.

In this way, the fertilizer needed by this plant must be not the material of the bamboo slips themselves.

But something else that is even more illusory?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue opened the bamboo slips.

The text on it is still clearly visible.

only……

It seems that something is missing?

Zhang Yue looked at the words on the bamboo slips and pondered. Although the words on the bamboo slips were still Xiaozun, all the words were clearly visible.

However, Zhang Yue felt that something was missing.

It feels a little awkward to look at it, as if these words have lost some energy and a feeling of life.

After closing the bamboo slips, Zhang Yue thought about it, thought for a while, and then said in his heart: "Go out!"

In a blink of an eye, time and space switch.

He opened his eyes again, and the oil lamp in front of the window sill was still burning. The moonlight outside the window was still bright, the fields, mountains and forests were still ringing with frogs.

He still knelt in front of the desk, and the scriptures in his hand were still in his hand.

After putting down the bamboo slips, Zhang Yue thought about it, then got up and walked to the wall, and took off a long sword hanging on the wall.

This sword was given to the original owner by the original owner's teacher.

In this era, scholars are standard for wearing swords.

Grasping the sword, Zhang Yue closed his eyes and appeared in the space again.

A quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes, shook his head, and hung the sword back to the wall.

Then, he took out clothes, books and even bronzes in his bedroom, and took them all to the space and tested them one by one.

The results show that everything, regardless of age or age, is of high or low quality, cannot make those peculiar plants react at all.

When Zhang Yue came out of the space again with a volume of books that Zhang Yi had collected on weekdays, he smiled: "After eliminating all the wrong answers, the only answer left is..."

He looked at the bamboo slips placed on the table. In his memory, these bamboo slips were all made by Zhang Yi. Then he carried these bamboo slips to the teacher in Lishan and copied them from the teacher's library one by one.

It is his favorite, most beloved, and must-read bamboo slips every day.

It mainly includes books such as "The Sutra of Dharma" and "Daoyuan" in the "Four Classics of Huangdi".

After thinking about it, Zhang Yue picked up a volume of "Daoyuan" from the desk.

This is the latest copy of Zhang Yi in memory, and it has not been time to study, comment and understand.

"It depends on whether my judgment is correct..." Zhang Yue said softly, and then came to the space again.

When he opened his eyes again, he put down the volume of "Daoyuan".

This time the test still failed, and the plants did not respond at all.

But a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is a smile that has seen success.

He quickly grabbed another book on the case table, a book that the original owner had studied day and night and made a lot of comments.

He closed his eyes and entered the space again. He held the bamboo slips and walked quickly, before a plant, and placed the bamboo slips under the stems of a plant.

Then, a scene that made him expect and happy appeared.

The originally listless and dying plant immediately became energetic.

The green patterns in its stems and leaves flashed with a dazzling luster, and the originally withered buds instantly aimed at the bamboo slips.

Thorn! Thorn! Thorn! Thorn!

After three consecutive abnormal sounds, its leaves suddenly became green, and its withered flowers suddenly became extremely bright.

The charming fragrance once again permeated Zhang Yue's mouth and nose.

This time, Zhang Yue was prepared.

He focused all his attention on a certain period of time.

That was a lecture he remembered in his memory.

The speaker is a well-known master of Chinese studies in China, and is talking about the past and present lives of the Gongyang School.

Originally, he was just here to accompany a girl he loved.

Therefore, when I listened, I was completely absent-minded, and after I went back, I almost forgot about it.

But, at the moment when the strange fragrance filled his heart, he completely remembered it.

Sunshine, cars, buildings.

The young audience in the hall, the white-haired professor talking on the stage, and the beautiful girl as beautiful as a flower sitting with him.

Every word the professor said became clear.

Only by knowing oneself and one’s enemy can one be defeated in a hundred battles.

For example, today's Confucianism is the most prosperous in Gongyang.

It can be imagined that the Confucian scholars who may come to the door for difficulties in the next few days should be mainly students of Gongyang Studies.

If you want to defeat them, you must understand them.

After a few seconds, the fragrance disappeared.

A bright white fruit about the size of a cold medicine fell into Zhang Yue's palm.

He thought about it and took this magical jade fruit into it.

He is not in a hurry to spawn crops, he wants to have more knowledge and understanding of this species.

After all, this may be the fundamental basis for him to settle down in this world.

Holding the jade fruit, Zhang Yue exited the space.

When he opened his eyes again, he was a little stunned.

Because Yuguo was not in his hand, he only had the volume of "Daoyuan" in his hand. This was the first time he discovered that something could not be brought out from the space.

"It seems... this jade fruit cannot be brought out..." Zhang Yue sighed in his heart, feeling a little regretful.

If the jade fruit can be brought out, even if it cannot have miraculous effects as in space, it may be a treasure!

At least you can sell it for a few million yuan!

However, he did not regret it too much.

Putting down the bamboo slips in his hand, Zhang Yue suddenly thought of something, and he hurriedly closed his eyes and entered the space again.

Then, he looked down and saw a jade fruit lying on the ground, the one he had never taken out.

But this is not the reason why he rushes to re-enter the space.

Here, he wanted to verify a conjecture.

He walked to the millet seedlings, squatted down, carefully dug out a millet seedling from the soil, held it in his palm, and said in his heart: "Go out!"

When he opened his eyes, Zhang Yue's heart was finally relieved.

The millet seedling was pinched in the palm of his hand.

What he feared the most was that the crops in the space were like jade fruits and could not be brought out.

Now it seems that this is a false alarm.

After putting this millet seedling on the table, Zhang Yue breathed a deep breath.

After many experimental verifications tonight, overall, the results are gratifying.

At least, he already knew almost the function of that mysterious space and how to use the strangeness of the space to serve himself.

"There are seven plants in total at the foot of the hills of the space..." Zhang Yue thought in his mind: "Maybe I should give them a name..."

After thinking about it, Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Jin Yumu!"

"The Shanhai Jing says: Huangdi took the jade glory of Mount Yu and threw it into the sun of Mount Zhong. Jinyu's jade is good, firm and precise, turbid and shiny, and there is light, five colors appear, soft and hard... It is exactly similar to this 'Jinyu Wood'..."

It's really similar!

They are both plants, and they all have their fruits.

Maybe someone has seen similar plants countless years ago?

Zhang Yue didn't know.

But he had almost figured out this habit of being named "Jin Yumu" by him.

Judging from the verification tonight, "Jin Yumu" is an unknown species completely separated from the biological habits he knew. It should not be a creature familiar to Zhang Yue such as plants and animals.

Because its growth and reproduction rules are completely separated from the concept of any earth species.

It does not require food that is commonly known, and may not even need to reproduce.

Its growth and development only requires one thing.

Zhang Yue looked at the volume of "Daoyuan" that he placed on the table, and gently said: "The spirit and spirit carried in the words..."

To be precise, it should be the focus, expectations, beliefs, ideals and all other beautiful emotions that people bet on the text when studying knowledge.

The more spirits and spirits that are carried in the text, the bigger and shiny the jade fruit produced by the "Jinyu Wood" will be, the more fragrance it emits when it blooms, and the longer the duration of the memory back is.

This can be confirmed by the two jade fruits obtained by Zhang Yue twice.

The bamboo slips used to get the first jade fruit were used in the "Fastery" that Zhang Yi only started studying in the past six months. The jade fruit produced was only the size of a nail piece, and the fragrance lasted no more than three seconds.

The bamboo slip used for the second jade fruit is the "Daoyuan" that the original owner has been studying and memorizing in the past two or three years. Almost every word, the original owner has recited it by breaking it and memorizing it. The notes and experiences he recorded are densely filled with the entire volume of bamboo slips.

Therefore, the jade fruit produced was almost twice the size of the jade fruit produced in the "Dharma Sutra", and was almost the size of a cold medicine capsule.

The color is also more rounded. Most importantly, the fragrance emitted when it blooms lasts almost five seconds, allowing Zhang Yue to fully trace back all the memories of that lecture.

However, there is still a problem that needs to be verified.

That is, are these Jin Yumu only feeding on the spirit of the original owner or Zhang Yue betting on the text, or are the visitors not afraid of it?

Or...will it avoid eating and picky food?

If Jin Yumu only eats things from the original owner or Zhang Yue, that would be bad!

Where did Zhang Yue Shang do so many books to note and study?

Moreover, this efficiency is too low!

Think about it, the original owner had worked hard for half a year to get a jade fruit the size of a nail slice, and two years of hard work was only the size of a cold medicine.

If so...

The miraculous effects of space may be greatly reduced.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yue felt that this seemed unlikely.

Because, the "Jin Yumu" in the space should not be so exquisite.

But I have to be careful.

Because, what if 'Jin Yumu' is really picky about food?

For example, they only eat the spirit of the Huang-Lao School?

"I hope they are not picky about food..." Zhang Yue could only pray in his heart, because now, the world's scholars, Huang Lao, have almost died.

In the entire Guanzhong, there are no more than one hundred Huang Laozi who are still insisting on it.

The whole world is combined, including Lao Zhuang and Fang Xiandao’s people, probably only two or three thousand.

This is the consequence of Confucian dominance.

Not to mention Mr. Huang, even the Legalists who are playing Confucian and Legal bones are not much better.

Legal ministers occupy less and less positions in the central government.

Zhang Tang took the lead in playing the Spring and Autumn Prison, thinking that he could occupy the magpie's nest, but in the end he shot himself in the foot.

As for the Mo family, I don’t know where to play with mud!

At this time, footsteps came from the door.

I only heard my sister-in-law's voice and said outside the door: "Uncle, it's getting late, let's take a break early!"

Zhang Yue quickly replied: "No! Yi is ready to go to bed..."

"That's good..." said sister-in-law: "Uncle just got up, so I still have to rest more..."

Zhang Yue suddenly remembered something and said, "Sister-in-law, tomorrow Yi is going to visit Mount Li to meet the teacher. He also asked his sister-in-law to prepare some dry food for Yi..."

Mount Li is a must-visit!

Because I didn't go to Mount Li, I asked the original owner's teacher for help.

Zhang Yue knew that he would definitely not be able to withstand the repeated challenges of "Young Talent".

With Qikanosuke from "Jin Yuki", he can trace back many books and information he has read.

In later generations, news exploded, and almost all public information, articles, and papers were included.

It is unimaginable and incomparable to people of this era.

Although it is impossible for Zhang Yue to have seen all of them, even so, the knowledge and information he has browsed and read are not comparable to anyone in this era.

Not to mention the other person, the memory of the lecture he had just traced back was enough to make him strangle the lifeblood of the Confucian scholars of the Gongyang School!

If you go back to some relevant information, you might make them kneel down and sing to conquer.

However, Zhang Yue knew very well how ugly the Confucian scholars’ eating behavior was!

There is a saying in later generations: I am not afraid of hooligans knowing martial arts, but I am afraid of hooligans being educated.

Confucian scholars are not only good at martial arts, but also particularly educated!
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