Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 164 Two Bamboo Worm Pills

Fifteen days later,

The weather finally cleared up, and the warm sunlight shone through the bamboo forest. After several days of rain, the bamboo leaves in the forest had a strong smell of decay, but the bamboo, washed by the rain, looked even greener and brighter.

That day, Shen Anzhi arrived at Qingzhu Xiaozhu, which had been completely demolished, early in the morning. Looking at the mess in front of him, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He thought to himself that he had to repair the bamboo house as soon as possible, otherwise Lingjizi would be back soon and would definitely drive him away.

Before long, the old bamboo weaver also slowly walked over with his cane. Looking at the messy ruins of the bamboo house, he first shook his head helplessly, then smiled and said to Anzhi, "Hahaha, the destructive power of this iron-eating beast is really not small, but it doesn't matter. We'll be busy all day and we'll definitely be able to repair this bamboo house."

"Waaah, thank you so much for your great support, senior. I am deeply grateful." Anzhi cupped his hands, almost in tears. After saying that, he didn't forget to kick Tuantuan, who was lying next to him.

After saying that, the two of them got to work. Anzhi first went to the bamboo forest to select suitable bamboo, and then dragged it to the bamboo house. Each bamboo stalk made a rustling sound as he dragged it across the ground.

The old bamboo weaver was sorting through the usable old bamboo pieces and materials at the old site. He picked out some bamboo pieces that were not too badly damaged and put them aside. He also collected the ropes, nails and other small items scattered around. He kept muttering to himself, "This Qingzhu Xiaozhu (Clear Bamboo Cottage) was built by me when Lingjizi came. Ah, more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time really flies."

Once Anzhi had brought all the new bamboo over, the bamboo weaving elder began gesturing and saying, "Let's first stand these bamboo poles up as the frame pillars of the bamboo house, making sure they stand firmly."

Anzhi nodded quickly after hearing this, and the two worked together to insert the bamboo deep into the ground. They then used stones and soil to tamp down the bottom of the bamboo to ensure that it was firmly rooted in the soil and would not easily shake.

……

The old bamboo weaving master truly lived up to his reputation; all the bamboo in his hands became like spirits. In one morning, the bamboo house gradually took shape, and the originally dilapidated ruins were transformed back into a cozy little house.

As noon approached, Anzhi began making bamboo rice. To speed things up, the bamboo weaver also wove a little dumpling out of bamboo strips to help. The real dumpling, who was playing and laughing in the bamboo forest, looked on with a bewildered and curious expression.

Finally, after a busy day, the bamboo house was repaired and Anzhi's bamboo rice was ready.

Shen Anzhi stood in front of the bamboo house, looking at the newly renovated house, his face full of a gratified smile. He said gratefully to the old bamboo weaver, "Senior, thanks to your help, otherwise, I would not know how to explain to Senior Lingjizi."

The old bamboo weaver patted Tuantuan's head and replied, "Repairing bamboo houses is a craft, you should learn more about it in the future, you never know when you might need it."

"Definitely, definitely." After saying that, Anzhi helped the old man making bamboo baskets to sit down.

On the bamboo table, to thank the bamboo weaving elder, Anzhi specially caught more than a dozen bamboo worms from the bamboo forest and then pickled spicy and sour bamboo shoots, making the bamboo weaving elder's mouth water.

"Come, come, let's have a drink to thank you today." After saying that, Anzhi took the Demon Refining Gourd from his waist and took out two bamboo cups: "It seems that the taste of this thousand-year snake wine is a bit weak."

The old man who makes bamboo weaving said with a smile, "Hehe, it's been more than two years, and you've drunk all the snake root."

After saying that, the bamboo weaving old man remembered the matter of the thousand-year-old bamboo worm. Before Anzhi could pour the wine, he took the demon-refining gourd and said, "By the way, it seems that today is exactly fifteen days."

Anzhi remembered that he had been so busy repairing Qingzhu Xiaozhu that he had forgotten about refining the thousand-year-old bamboo worm. So he came over and stared intently at the demon-refining gourd in the old bamboo weaver's hand.

“*&……%#@#%￥%……” As the old bamboo weaver chanted his unknown incantation, the demon-refining gourd in his hand, which had been still, began to tremble slightly. The ancient and mysterious runes on its surface shimmered with a faint light, which flowed along the veins of the runes.

Anzhi quickly stood up, staring at it with curiosity and surprise.

The old bamboo weaver let out a long sigh of relief, his gaze fixed on the constantly flashing demon-refining gourd, muttering, "Anzhi, you're really wasting a treasure! This really is a demon-refining gourd."

"I... I really didn't know. It was a gift from my former friend Kui Ran after she passed away." An Zhi was both surprised and delighted. Today, after being tested by the bamboo weaving old man, it turned out to be a magical artifact.

As the Demon Refining Gourd trembled more violently, its light became increasingly dazzling. With a soft "hum," two gentle halos slowly rose from the gourd's mouth, within which two round pills could be faintly seen.

An Zhi's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Wow, senior, this, this is the Thousand-Year Bamboo Worm Pill! I never thought that roasted thousand-year bamboo worms could be refined into such a treasure."

Tuantuan seemed to sense the magic as well, and Shen Doudou swayed and came over to the side, even standing up.

The old bamboo weaver nodded with delight and said, "This thousand-year-old bamboo worm is extremely rare. Only one appears in the entire bamboo forest every thousand years. After being refined by the Demon Refining Gourd, all the essence contained within it has been gathered into this elixir."

After the two Thousand-Year Bamboo Insect Pills completely emerged from the Demon Refining Gourd, the light gradually subsided, and it hovered steadily in mid-air.

Anzhi carefully reached out and caught them one by one. The moment he touched them, a cool and warm feeling came from his palm.

Anzhi carefully examined the thousand-year-old bamboo worm pill in her hand. She noticed that the pill was of fine texture and without any flaws. She turned to the old bamboo weaver and asked, "Senior, do you know what the thousand-year-old bamboo worm pill is used for?"

The old bamboo weaver stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "Hehe, after taking it, it can bring a person back from the dead. Hehe, but I haven't tried it myself. It's mentioned in the 'Annals of Shu'."

Anzhi was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Two thousand-year-old bamboo worm pills can save two lives, wow."

Anzhi examined the pill in his palm from side to side, then presented it with both hands: "Senior, here you go. I know that you raised this thousand-year-old bamboo worm. It was originally yours."

The old man who made bamboo was taken aback for a moment, then declined, saying, "Keep it. It will definitely be useful in the future. My cultivation has basically reached its limit, and there is no room for further improvement."

Looking into the sincere and determined eyes of the bamboo weaving old man, Anzhi knew that it would seem a bit pretentious to refuse any longer. His eyes reddened slightly, and his voice choked as he said, "Thank you, senior."

After saying that, Anzhi solemnly put the two thousand-year bamboo worm pills into his storage ring, then picked up a bamboo cup and filled it with snake wine: "Senior, Anzhi will certainly live up to your expectations."

The old bamboo weaver handed a pickled bamboo shoot to Tuantuan beside him and said, "As long as you become successful in the future, I will be happy. Think about it, soon you will leave the bamboo forest for your mission. At that time, I will give you many things. The bamboo-woven mythical beasts and animals that I have made are actually for you."

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At this moment, the warm sunlight shone on the two of them, and a gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo forest, as if the bamboo leaves were also gently applauding the deep and sincere friendship between the old man and the young man.