Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 254 Purple Bamboo

It was the first time in his two lifetimes that Song Chunlin got engaged, and he had trouble sleeping. In the first half of the night he kept tossing and turning in bed, and in the second half he simply closed his eyes and entered the space.

Standing at the foot of the towering mountain, Song Chunlin inexplicably felt that the clouds on the mountain had dispersed a little. Although he still could not go into the deep mountains, there were many natural treasures outside. Hundred-year-old ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum were everywhere like grass. If you just pulled out a ginseng and took it out, you could exchange it for several thousand taels of silver.

Song Chunlin rarely worries about money now, so he has hardly touched these ginseng and ganoderma lucidum. Thinking that engaged couples should give each other gifts, the Song family should prepare a set of clothes, shoes and socks for the man, and they must be made by Song Chunlin himself.

Song Chunlin was not good at doing these things. Everything prepared at home was rushed out by Song Qinshi and her friends. He also gave a few needles for fun, but they were crooked, for which Song Qinshi complained a lot.

He would definitely not be able to perform well as a female worker, so Song Chunlin thought that he might as well find a beautiful ginseng or ganoderma lucidum here, so he came in.

There were natural treasures everywhere at the foot of the mountain, but Song Chunlin was determined to find one with good quality, so he walked all the way from the foot of the mountain to the woods, strolling slowly in the woods, looking at this ginseng that was not strong enough, that Ganoderma lucidum that was not very beautiful in color, in short, he was extremely picky.

Dabao followed him closely. To him, these earthly medicinal herbs were no different from weeds. Seeing Song Chunlin constantly showing disdain, he gradually became impatient.

"That purple mushroom just now is obviously very beautiful, why doesn't the owner want it?"

Song Chunlin said a few perfunctorily: "Let's take a look again, let's take a look again."

Dabao was speechless: "But you have been watching for more than an hour. If you keep watching, it will be almost dawn. Don't you humans always pay attention to auspicious times for such things?"

"Oh, you also know the auspicious time?"

Dabao held his head high and said proudly, "Of course, Dabao knows everything!"

Song Chunlin was amused by him. Thinking that he had walked quite a distance, he simply sat cross-legged on the ground and stopped walking.

Dabao jumped in front of him and buried his head in his arms.

"Master, master, are you not looking for it anymore?"

Song Chunlin touched his head and said, "I won't leave. Just let it be. Let me rest for a while."

Dabao didn't understand what he meant by "let it be", but seeing him close his eyes, he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around in his arms, adjusted himself to a comfortable lying position, then took out a game console from the small pocket on his chest and started playing games.

Song Chunlin just closed his eyes. Everything around him was silent except for the clicking sounds of the little man in his arms playing a game. Dabao was playing an old-fashioned game console, and he pressed the small game console so hard that sparks were about to come out.

Song Chunlin sat here and thought a lot. When he opened his eyes, he felt that the time just now was only a moment. In order to confirm his guess, he couldn't help but lower his head and ask Dabao.

Dabao put down the game console, looked at the time outside in confusion, and then answered:

"Master, an hour has passed. It's almost dawn outside."

So fast? Song Chunlin was a little surprised. He did not leave the space, but subconsciously raised his head and looked forward.

Right in front of where he sat was a small bamboo forest. The reason why it was small was that the bamboos grown here were obviously not ordinary ones. Before, he only focused on searching on the ground, but forgot to look up and look around. He knew this piece of bamboo. Dabao said that it was called purple bamboo, which was also a kind of natural treasure. It grew very slowly. This piece of bamboo had grown for tens of thousands of years, but the tallest one was only about two meters high. Compared with those mortal bamboos, it could be said to be extremely slow.

But purple bamboo is flexible and tough at the same time. If it is tempered with the Samadhi Fire of the cultivation world, it will be invulnerable to water and fire, and cannot be cut by swords or guns.

Of course, due to the hard nature of purple bamboo, it is not easy to cut it down, so Song Chunlin had never thought about doing anything with these bamboos before.

At this moment, he was sitting in front of the bamboo forest. It seemed as if something was destined that made his eyes fixed on one of the straightest bamboos.

He walked up to the bamboo and looked up. Indeed, the bamboo was almost nine feet tall. He measured his body height and tried to pull it up, but found that he could not.

Dabao came over and said, "Master, do you want to cut bamboo?"

"Yes, Dabao, go get my electric saw, I want to saw this one off."

Dabao shook his head and said, "Master, although the electric saw is powerful, it can't cut through the purple bamboo."

Song Chunlin was dumbfounded: "What should I do? I want to get this down as a gift."

"Oh, I see..." Dabao held his chin and thought for a while. Suddenly, he remembered something and asked Song Chunlin to wait a moment while he went to get the tools.

Song Chunlin didn't know where Dabao went to get the tools. He walked around the bamboo several times, trying to find a breakthrough. Not long after, Dabao came back with an axe in his arms.

Yes, an axe, an ordinary, plain axe.

Song Chunlin looked at the somewhat rusty axe and said hesitantly, "Dabao, are you sure this thing can cut purple bamboo?"

Dabao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the old master used this axe to chop purple bamboo. I have seen it."

Despite what Dabao said, Song Chunlin still had deep doubts about it. However, time was running out and he had to get up early, so he took the axe and started chopping at the place he had liked at the beginning.

One, two, three, a total of three times. Song Chunlin looked at the axe in his hand and the purple bamboo that fell to the ground in disbelief.

“Can this thing really be cut?”

Dabao raised his chin and said proudly: "I have said it before, the old master is the one who uses this knife to chop."

Song Chunlin was very shocked. No matter how he shook the bamboo, it didn't move at all. But he was able to cut the bamboo in half with just three strokes of the axe. After being shocked, he quickly dragged the bamboo on the ground to an open place, sat cross-legged and started to trim the bamboo.

First, cut off the forked parts, and then flatten the protruding bamboo nodes. The repaired bamboo looks straighter than before. Although the purple bamboo is very long, it is actually very light in the hand. Both the length and thickness are very handy. The bamboo body does not even need to be polished, and it feels particularly warm to the touch.

Song Chunlin waved the bamboo casually a few times and became more and more satisfied the more he looked at it. All that was left was to find time to get some good materials for Gu Fengyue to make the gun tip.