After a while, Yang Yi felt a little bored. He pressed his fingers against the wall, and a sentence gradually appeared on the uneven wall," Today, I finally know who I am!”
Suddenly, his finger touched a smooth wall. Yang Yi focused his eyes and saw that it was a smooth wooden board embedded in the wall. Yang Yi did not care at first, but he felt a desire in his mind.
Yang Yi waved his finger. There was a dustpan at the door. There were some needlework and other things in it. A small knife floated over from inside.
Under Yang Yi's command, the three-inch-long knife came to the front of the wooden board. Yang Yi waved his finger and drew a circle, and a circular hole of one foot square appeared in the wooden board wall.
Yang Yi waved his hand again. The kerosene lamp by the bed approached the round hole. There was a small square box in the round hole of the template. Judging from the color, it should be made of metal.
With a thought, the square box appeared in front of him. There were five dancing dragons carved on the lid, and there were also dragons carved on each side.
Yang Yi fumbled around for a while and realized that the square box did not have a keyhole. The entire box was a complete piece."Silly, really stupid. After sleeping for five years, I even forgot how to cook.”
In his previous life, he relied on his special ability to do scientific research and run a company. In nearly 20 years, the company developed into the world's top technology company.
Because he was obsessed with martial arts novels when he was young, the company later entered traditional Chinese medicine, researched prescriptions, and practiced martial arts. He rarely used his abilities. Unfortunately, he was already past the age of cultivation and only had a good body. However, he found many ancient prescriptions. Although he missed the best age to practice Chinese martial arts, he could be considered a Chinese medicine master.
He closed his eyes slightly and felt the structure of the metal nucleus. He heard a dozen crisp cracking sounds. The lid of the box split into four triangular parts and moved to the side. Just as the space in his mind was filled with excitement, he saw a bright yellow bead the size of an egg float up from the box. In an instant, it arrived in front of Yang Yi's glabella. As the space summoned it, this yellow pearl ignored his physical body and gradually fused into the space in his mind.
Then, an even greater joy came from the space, as if they had seen a fellow countryman for many years.
Yang Yi didn't dare to be negligent at all. His own space was related to the quality of his life in the future. In his previous life, this mysterious space in his mind had given him a lot of help and convenience. In the decades after he had made his fortune, Yang Yi's spirit continued to grow, and the space also increased until he transmigrated to this courtyard house. The space in his mind was already the size of four or five football fields. All kinds of materials piled up like mountains, but they only took up a small portion of the space.
After feeling that the pearl was harmless to him, Yang Yi took the box and examined it carefully.
Inside the box, there was a piece of silk cloth at the bottom. It was neatly stacked in the box. Yang Yi picked it up and unfolded this piece of silk cloth that looked like an imperial edict. Although he had collected antiques in his previous life, he did not know much about traditional Chinese characters. It took him a few minutes to understand the handwriting on the silk cloth.
This secret letter was written by the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Chongzhen, to his crown prince, hoping that his son would keep this pearl well. This pearl was originally obtained by Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. There were originally two of them, and when combined, they became the Sun Moon Mountain River Pearl. Legend has it that it was a divine item that suppressed the fate of the Ming Dynasty.
During the Hongwu period, the Moon Pearl had disappeared along with Empress Ma's death. Zhu Yuanzhang flew into a rage and beheaded many of them. The Sun Pearl was carried by Zhu Yuanzhang until his death and was only collected into the Royal Treasury.
As the last emperor, Emperor Chongzhen only took this divine item that was known as the fate of the country and hid it somewhere when the country was destroyed. He only left a few words for his Crown Prince, hoping that the Crown Prince could restore the mountains and rivers. Now, it was Yang Yi who benefited.
As if a legend had opened the sky, the originally gray space gradually became clear. Two lights rose from somewhere in the space, one cold and one hot.
It turned out that the missing Moon Pearl of the Sun Moon Pearl was hidden in Yang Yi's personal space. As the Sun Pearl merged into the space, Yang Yi's personal space seemed to have a life of its own. The space gradually shrank. The originally seemingly infinite space was now only the size of a small town. The collected antiques piled up like mountains. A gust of wind seemed to have weathered them, turning them into rays of light that fused into the space and became space nourishment.
Eight stone tablets appeared at the edge of the space. On them were even more ancient words. As the two pearls danced around, black soil appeared on the lower level of the space. A rumble sounded out as a speck of green appeared. Then, like a stone falling into the center of a pond, the speck of green spread out like water ripples until it covered most of the space. The grass that was half a foot tall fluttered in the wind. The space gradually brightened, and the Sun Moon Pearl disappeared into the space randomly.
When the space stabilized, it was already about the size of a small town.
Near the edge of the space, a rumbling sound could be heard. A small snow mountain rose from the ground. Under the light of the small sun, the snow on the snow mountain slowly melted. A small stream slowly flowed to the middle. The black soil where the stream flowed was bent and separated like tofu, allowing the land in the space to be fully soaked by the stream.
"Could it be that this Portable Space has been upgraded? With the appearance of grass and trees, could there still be life? " Yang Yi did as he was told. He rummaged through the sky and found a bag of rice seeds and a bag of wheat seeds. In the past few decades, there were so many things in the space that he couldn't remember everything clearly. I don't know if these two bags of seeds can still germinate. It seemed that he needed to properly organize the space resources.
Under Yang Yi's mental control, the two bags of seeds were split into two. Two rectangular pieces of black soil appeared on the ground, but the grass on them disappeared without a trace. The seeds fell into the ground like rain, and as the stream flowed, green sprouts appeared. In reality, under natural conditions, these two crops would not appear at the same time, but they were realized in space.
It was the rice and wheat seeds that had sprouted. In this private space, time and space were all controlled by Yang Yi. After sprouting, the rice and wheat grew crazily. In the blink of an eye, they went from green seedlings to filling and then to maturity.
"If only it could harvest automatically," Yang Yi thought. Just as he finished thinking, the rice and wheat in the field left the plants one by one and flew to the side of the land, piling up into two small mountains.
Yang Yi was somewhat enlightened. In the space, he could command the law. He was the only true god in this small world. With a thought, he could destroy everything in the small world." Deal with the rice and wheat. The rice will be peeled and the wheat will be ground.”
In the space, following Yang Yi's control, two small houses appeared near two plots of land. The snow-white rice and flour entered the small houses separately. This was the warehouse that Yang Yi had controlled to create. It was specially used to store food in the future.
He knew that it was 1959, and the natural disasters had just begun. Although he had not experienced it in his later generations, he had often heard from his ancestors about the hardships of the people in this period.
Now, he had the space to upgrade. He could also grow food and raise some animals to replenish his body in the future. After all, he had slept for five years. When he was in the army, he had experienced life and death experiences. His cultivation had reached HuaJin and his physical fitness was very strong. Now that he was awake, his body was very weak. He was not used to it.
As the saying goes, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. If a martial artist did not have nutrition supplements, it was easy for his body to break down. The later he went, the more energy his body needed.
There was a rumor among the older generation of masters that a whole sheep could only be half full after a meal.
Yang Yi played with a grain of rice in his hand and smiled. Fortunately, there was space. Otherwise, he would have been starved to death in the future. Wouldn't he be laughed at by those transmigrated seniors?
Since he had come to this world, he would do something for this suffering country!
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。