Chapter 303 Looking for Materials

Pan Yun put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'm full!"

Miaozhen Miaohe also put down his bowl and chopsticks immediately, "I'm full too."

Wang Feiyin ate slowly, "I'm not full."

Seeing him pick up a piece of pickled bamboo shoots with chopsticks, Pan Jun thought about it and picked up the bowl and chopsticks again, thinking that he could eat a little more.

Miaozhen and Miaohe also suppressed their excitement and curiosity, silently picked up the bowl, and added another half bowl of rice.

Wang Feiyin kept nagging them until they lost their temper, and then he took them to the utility room to pick out things. Wang Cong and Tao Yanbai also learned a lot from them.

The utility room is called a utility room because the things inside are very miscellaneous, but as soon as he opened the door, Pan Yun felt that this was not the utility room he had seen before.

Miaozhen was also surprised, "When did the utility room become so orderly and clean?"

Wang Cong said unhappily, "I sorted it out."

I saw that there were shelves on all four sides of the utility room. There were large boxes on the bottom layer, and a lot of things were placed on the top layer in different categories.

Perhaps to prevent them from taking and putting things randomly, Wang Cong thoughtfully hung wooden signs next to each shelf, such as: large, medium-large, medium, medium-small, small, pink, small pieces, wooden...

Pan Jun looked over and couldn't help but complain: "What kind of messed up way of dividing is this?"

Wang Cong said quietly, "There are many things in here that I don't recognize, so I can only divide them like this. It's better than just piling them up randomly before, right?"

Wang Feiyin nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's strong, Cong'er, from now on this utility room will be handed over to you to manage, you can divide it however you want."

After saying that, he glared at Pan Yun and said, "Wang Cong will not care if you continue talking. You will be the ones to deal with it from now on."

Pan Jun understood the look in his eyes and immediately fell silent.

Although Wang Cong didn’t recognize the items when he sorted them, he basically didn’t touch the outer packaging of the items, and the ones that were packed in boxes were still packed in the original boxes;
If they were scattered around, he would put them on the same shelf with the same kind.

After this tidying up, the room was instantly half empty, and there were still two shelves that were empty.

Compared with Longhu Mountain, Sanqing Mountain really looks shabby.

Pan Yun leaned forward to take a look, and touched a piece of dried wood in surprise, "Big Brother, what kind of tree is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

Wang Feiyin took a quick glance and said, "That's right, you haven't seen it, because I haven't seen it either. I brought it back from Kunlun."

He stepped forward and patted the piece of wood that was thicker than his thigh but only about five feet long, saying, "But I knew it was a good thing when I saw it back then. After I got it, I found that not only was the wood hard to break, but it also had spiritual energy lingering around. After all these years, it's still the same."

A piece of dried wood actually contains so much spiritual energy, from which we can guess how powerful it was when it was alive.

Wang Feiyin said: "I have searched all the classics and asked many people, but I haven't found it in any existing tree species. Some of them look very similar, but after drying them, I found that there are differences when I compared them."

Pan Jun turned the wood over and examined it carefully, then looked up at Wang Feiyin speechlessly, "Big Brother, this should be more than just one piece of tree trunk, right? I see a lot of cutting marks on its side."

Wang Feiyin touched his nose and said, "Well, there were some branches before..."

"Ah, I remember now," Wang Cong shouted, "When I was little, you often took us to plant trees, but you actually dug a hole and buried a piece of dry branches. There were probably more than ten places. One year you left us and went to Kunlun to plant trees. Because of this, I always thought that you had a problem with your brain..."

So much so that he was worried about this family at a young age.

After all, my father is a fool, and the responsibility of supporting the family falls on his shoulders.

At that time, the master was not yet his master, but he called him uncle-master. The three of them were about the same age, and they were both very unlucky. Although they were not as unlucky as his father who dropped a coin or fell down every three or five steps, they were not much better.

In the end, Wang Cong, who had only average luck, took on the burden of supporting the family.

Just thinking about it makes me tear up.

"The texture of the dry branch was similar to this piece of wood."

Wang Feiyin nodded approvingly, "Yes, they were cut from branches that separated from this piece of wood. Do you remember where they were buried?"

Wang Cong was speechless. "Dad, you are not trying to grow a tree with dry branches, are you?"

Wang Feiyin: "Look at this wood, it has endless spiritual energy. Don't you have hope that it can sprout and grow branches?"

Miaozhen: "It sounds like delusion."

Pan Yun said with sparkling eyes: "Maybe it will work."

Wang Cong and his two sisters all looked at Pan Jun with horror.

Wang Feiyin's eyes lit up, as if he had finally found a confidant. He held Pan Yun's hand and said approvingly, "Junior sister is really smart and understands me."

Pan Yun's eyes were brighter than his. "What is impossible in this world? Just because it doesn't last long now doesn't mean it won't last long in the future. Perhaps one day, spiritual energy will burst out and gradually return to the ancient times, and these seemingly extinct sacred trees and sacred beasts will appear one after another."

Wang Feiyin let go of her hand and said, "Junior sister, you are even more dizzy than I am."

Pan Yun glanced at him and said, "Who is crazy? I am making a reasonable inference. Maybe one day in the future, the dead branches that you, Senior Brother, once buried will be revived and sprout under the warmth of spiritual energy."

Wang Feiyin: "I believe this. You can just keep this part of the inference and erase the previous ones from your mind."

But that was her past life, the afterlife of the Ming Dynasty. Oh, although the two are different time and space, based on the similarity of historical trends, she feels that after a thousand years, this time and space will also see a revival of spiritual energy.

Pan Jun had a face full of fantasy. If she could live to that time...

Just as he was daydreaming, Wang Feiyin slapped him back to reality.

He pinched Pan Yun's shoulder and said, "Don't think about these nonsense. Anyway, the dead branch has been buried for more than ten years and there is no sign of sprouting. Let's be pragmatic and find materials for refining a flying magic weapon for you first."

While rummaging through the shelves, he taught a few children, "The so-called flying is based on the ability to control objects, and then flying. So theoretically speaking, everything in the world can be used to fly."

This is different from the educational philosophy that Pan Yun received since childhood. When they make flying magic tools, they have to consider the density of the materials, and different parts must have different properties.

For example, the bottom must not only have high plasticity and good corrosion resistance, but also have low density to reduce the weight of the flying instrument.

We also have to consider the integration and bonus with each formation.

Yes, their flying magic weapons were engraved with magic arrays, and Pan Jun took on some private work on making several flying magic weapons.

It was through this opportunity that she got to know seniors who were skilled in refining magical instruments, and customized her own unique flying magical instrument at a 20% discount.

But Wang Feiyin said, "Even a branch can be used as a flying object."

Pan Yun: "The branch separated from the body in mid-air?"

Wang Feiyin gave her an approving look and said, "This is a problem with the material. Just tell me if you can fly when you step on it, right?"

Pan Jun hesitated for a moment and then nodded. She could also fly by controlling the tree branches, but that would consume a huge amount of energy. Moreover, the branches could not survive in the air and would easily fall apart.

"If you want to fly well, you have to know the principle of flying with controlled objects," Wang Feiyin said, "Why do we have to rely on controlled objects to fly?"

Miao He raised his hand: "Because of my lack of cultivation, I know that when I reach the fourth level, I can fly freely even without clouds and mist."

Wang Feiyin paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true, but the root cause is that we don't have enough control over our bodies."

"You will understand when you reach the second or third level of cultivation. Especially when you reach the third level, you can fly for a short period of time without controlling an object. The energy consumed is almost the same as that consumed when controlling an object to fly."

"Since the consumption is similar, why can't you fly in the first level?" Wang Feiyin stroked his beard and said, "Because your energy doesn't completely obey your command. Your feet, your legs, your stomach, your chest and your head don't move completely according to your consciousness."

"This is the same as the fact that it is difficult for doctors to heal themselves and it is difficult for fortune-tellers to predict themselves," he said. "We are always a little short of understanding ourselves, and there is always a veil between our control over our bodies and our destiny."

"When you break through this veil, you will be great."

Pan Jun thought thoughtfully: "Muscles have their own ideas. I can't lift my upper body, not because I don't have muscles, but because I can't control them."

Wang Feiyin turned his head to look at her, "What did you say?"

"Oh, this was a painful realization for a friend of mine."

Wang Feiyin: "Do you have any friends we don't know about?"

Miaozhen and Miaohe also turned around and stared at her.

Pan Yun paused for a moment and then said, "He was a friend of mine in my previous life."

No one believed it. Miao Zhen snorted and turned his head away. "Master, what does the flying magic weapon you are going to make for Junior Master look like?"

Wang Feiyin had a headache, "I don't know either. Isn't this asking her to choose the materials?"

"If it were you, you could just use whatever magic weapon you usually use and engrave a light body magic array on it. Junior sister, your sword is made of meteorite iron, it's sharp and hard, and full of energy. If you use it to fly with the sword, your speed will surpass many people, but you..."

Pan Yun turned his head away and said, "It's so tiring to keep stepping on the sword. My feet are numb when I get there, and it's hard to fight. It's better to have something bigger. If not, can you also make me a medicine cauldron and make the opening bigger so that the people in our temple can fit in it?"

Wang Feiyin: "...You don't make pills, do you think the medicine cauldron is cheap?"

Wang Cong: "The medicine cauldron is heavy, so it can't fly fast."

Miaozhen: "It's too high. If you sit down, you can't see outside."

Miao He: "Why not build a house, just like the flying magic weapon in Junior Master's dream."

Pan Yun sighed: "There is no material."

Wang Feiyin also sighed, "The materials are not good~"

"Unless you want to fly while that wooden house is dropping wood chips."

Not all materials can withstand fast-moving winds and corrosion.

What's more, she also has to consider its sturdiness. She can't let her flying magic weapon break during a fight.

If it’s sturdy…Wang Feiyin’s eyes fell on a large box at the bottom of a shelf.

Everyone's eyes followed and looked over.

(End of this chapter)