Chapter 664 - 359: Are These Decorations on the Pillars? (2)
It grabbed a shovel, jumped off the excavator, and together with the White Necklace, swung the shovel, carefully shoveling away the dirt on the surface of the pillar...
"AwoooOO!"
The gentle shovel, once it reached a certain level, thinned the dirt wrapped around the pillar a lot, and the shape of the pillar could now be seen vaguely.
The two foxes immediately dropped the shovel and went back to the excavator to grab two brooms, carefully starting to clean the dirt...
"Eeeek eeeek eeeek!"
The even gentler broom, cleaned to a certain extent, leaving only a thin layer of dirt on the pillar.
The Master said, this last layer of dirt is the most dangerous!
The inscriptions on the pillar’s surface are likely already decayed, fragile, and peeling off, possibly merged with this layer of dirt.
According to the Master’s instructions, at this stage, they should slow down even further and take the slowest approach to do the finest work!
But!
"Eeeek eeeek eeeek!"
"AwoooOO!"
The two foxes looked at their front paws, blowing gently on the left paw, then the right paw, before high-fiving each other.
These are not ordinary fox paws!
These are fox paws trained in the cafeteria, capable of picking up the crispiest rolls without dropping a crumb, grabbing the rolls whole and stuffing them into their mouth! The gentlest, most sensitive, most delicate!
The two foxes exchanged a glance with pride, stretching their paws towards the last layer of dirt on the stone pillar!
Begin!
Show the real technique!
...
Celestial Palace Ruins.
In the grand hall, the Ancient Immortal held a thick root, gesturing and explaining to Sun Jinsong.
"...See this sixth root alongside the eighth root across from it, there’s a connection of dependency between them. After studying more than 1,300 kinds of Immortal Grass, I found that their angle, length, circumference, six numbers..."
Sun Jinsong stared at the roots fiddled by the Master’s fingers, listening to the Master’s words, feeling his head spinning.
At first, he could understand when the Master started talking.
But as the Master talked more and more, the sounds entering his ears increasingly resembled incantations, turning his head into a tangled mess.
He raised his heavy head, trying to adjust his pupil focus to clearly see the root in the Master’s hand again.
Pa!
But it was the Master’s palm smacking his shoulder.
"Don’t listen for now.
"Let’s not talk for now.
"This... this isn’t your fault.
"It’s me being too hasty, trying to force things ahead of time."
The Ancient Immortal chuckled wryly, layers of wrinkles folding upon his face.
There was pressure between his eyebrows, fatigue, self-reproach, and pity for Sun Jinsong.
"Don’t be too discouraged, you’re considered a genius as well.
"But I’ve been too hasty.
"Once, when I listened to the Emperor speaking Dao, after hearing it, I studied for twenty-seven years, then gained something.
"Then I cultivated hard for another twenty-six years, finally condensing the Rising Tripod.
"This speed has already been unparalleled.
"Some things are just like this, the objective difficulty is there, not subject to human will, being anxious is useless.
"Forcing things ahead of time, ultimately not valuable.
"You... haha... why talk about these things... in short, don’t stress, the Master will teach slowly, you learn slowly...
"Maybe while learning, your bloodline will surprise you, who knows?"
The Ancient Immortal offered a cup of Calming Tea to Sun Jinsong.
"Drink it, return to the present world, have a nap, listen to some music, eat something good, adjust your state well, and we’ll start again."
...
Unconsciously, time has turned to dusk.
In the grand hall, Bai Mo sat behind the desk, withdrawing his gaze from the pillar.
"Finished looking."
This afternoon, he only focused on observing, focused on thinking, but did not make any notes.
Now his head was filled with intriguing knowledge, along with numerous questions.
Some questions needed the remaining parts of this scripture to be answered.
Some questions belonged to the category of "what’s learned on paper ultimately feels shallow," needing a walk in the herb field for more understanding.
Some questions made Bai Mo feel that in certain subtle aspects, the Emperor’s scripture differed from his previous thoughts and learnings.
"Did I get it wrong? Or is it... the Emperor not comprehending? That’s unlikely, right?"
Glancing outside the grand hall, it wasn’t early anymore.
"This afternoon, how many more pillars have been unearthed?"
He instructed his disciples not to rush it, as the stone pillars were too fragile, digging them out required a slow and delicate approach.
Besides, most of the pillar’s surfaces actually had no inscriptions.
This afternoon, could they work out one or two?
If there were three or five, Bai Mo would be very pleased.
After all, he spent an afternoon observing one pillar, two a day was enough for him to study.
Whirr...
He was just pondering when he saw a car screeching to a halt at the entrance of the grand hall in the dusk!
The cargo on the car was too heavy, the tires left long tracks before they finally managed to stop.
Inside the truck bed, there were rows of columns, fixed with wooden frames and ropes, protected by quilts!
Dozens were loaded, filling up the entire vehicle!
...
The night was vast, with the wild wind howling.
In the dormitory hall, the fox apprentices gathered in circles, routinely bragging and chatting, practicing punches and swordplay.
Each held a colorful custom-made liquor, happily enjoying themselves.
White Belt and White Necklace sat within the excavation team’s circle, looking slightly glum.
This afternoon, they uncovered eight columns!
But four of them had no inscriptions!
And two of them were covered with annoying patterns!
One had large characters carved on it, and the other was densely packed with small characters.
Without a doubt, only the one with small characters would be useful.
White Necklace took a sip of their "egg roll crumb herba houttuynia orange juice plum wine," and sighed.
"Wah wah wah!"
It can’t always be this unlucky; tomorrow we will definitely unearth more good stuff!
Not far away on the bed, Bai Mo held a tablet, writing and drawing, preparing notes for tomorrow’s planned visit to the herbal field.
"Seeing it personally, seeing what it’s really about, puts my mind at ease."
Standing by the bed were two stone columns, one from the Qing Fu Emperor’s middle Chapter of the general outline, and one from the Flowing Fire Emperor’s upper Chapter of the general outline.
The condition of both was quite good!
Bai Mo grinned, his eyes roughly scanning over.
He didn’t look too carefully, just glanced over briefly.
But he already noticed...
"On certain issues, Qing Fu Emperor and Flowing Fire Emperor, their perspectives aren’t actually the same."
How vast is the Immortal Dao!
Even an Emperor can’t see through all of the Immortal Dao.
They’ve simply walked further, stood higher, and seen more.
They don’t represent absolute correctness.
Disagreements are quite normal.
Bai Mo reached out, gently touching the column.
Next to him, the fox apprentices White Gloves and Black Gloves mimicked their teacher, leaning forward, and softly touching the pillar with their fox paws.
Bai Mo grinned, "It’s amusing that the Ancient Immortal likes to use the Emperor’s scriptures as decorations, what a blessing it is!"
White Gloves and Black Gloves nodded solemnly, agreeing with their master’s opinion!
...
Morning.
The pigeon farm was illuminated by the bright sky, with the cold mountain breeze blowing through.
In the dining room, Bai Mo hugged his apprentice Big Flower, holding a bowl of creamy mushroom porridge, taking a sip with a "slurp."
"Hmm, this tastes pretty good!"
Next to him, the older pigeon workers, who weren’t used to it, drank millet porridge from another pot.
Some younger ones preferred this porridge.
"Right, haha, we all think it’s delicious."
"The cream might be ordinary, but the mushrooms aren’t, they were freshly picked from the mountains!"
In Bai Mo’s arms, the fox disciple licked the white creamy residue from its lips, squinted happily, and nodded lightly... Coincidentally, it also enjoyed this porridge!
Next to him, Red Treasure lay on the ground, its head tucked in, feeling dizzy all over.
It turned out that it had taken a potion concocted by the Pure Sky Soul, and its soul was struggling to digest it.
Su Yaoyao was holding porridge in one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other.
Eating absentmindedly, her attention was all on the phone screen.
Bai Mo curiously leaned over, "What are you looking at?"
Su Yaoyao didn’t even lift her head.
"I’m grabbing tickets!
"Hu Tiantian is coming to West State for a concert, a super large concert!
"I’m a fan of hers, and I want to go see it!"
Bai Mo nodded.
"Oh, oh."
Su Yaoyao looked up suddenly and asked.
"Don’t tell me you don’t know Hu Tiantian? Are we having a generational gap?"
A difference of several years!
Bai Mo twitched his mouth.
"Uh... I indeed don’t know her... it’s not really a generation gap or anything.
"I generally don’t listen to music, I don’t know any of these singers..."