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As I said before, the roots of the tree have three main branches, like three legs separated, but each main branch has its own branches, and these branches are intertwined and knotted, you have me, I have you, and then many roots extend out of each other.

In short, a tree root is a tree root, and it is no different from any other tree root.

Of course, the appearance is indeed ordinary, but it can't stand the connotation of others. The nine boil beads dug out by Fang Yuan yesterday are proof of this, you must know that boil beads are not something that can be produced by any tree, among them, the right time, place and people are indispensable, which key link is missing, at most it is just a boil, and it can't become a bead.

Boils are very common, and they are found in almost every tree, but boil beads are treasures that can be encountered but not sought.

It stands to reason that Fang Yuan got nine boil beads, and he should be satisfied. However, people are easy to get inches, and it is not enough to have treasures, but also to give full play to the functions of treasures.

At this time, Fang Yuan walked around the root of the tree twice, and suddenly thought thoughtfully: "Boils beads, boil beads, boils once in a hundred years, since this is a thousand-year-old camphor wood, will there be another boil bead?" ”

"Looks like it's very likely ......"

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan was a little excited, feeling that this matter was more reliable, after all, nine is the extreme, and ten is perfect. Perhaps the aura of the nine boil beads could not be combined, and it was because of the lack of one that the aura was not perfect enough to cause conflict.

"Look for it again."

It was better to act than to move, Fang Yuan hurriedly reached out to the tree hole and groped for it. However, it was different from last night. At this time, no matter how he groped for the sense, he didn't find any trace of aura fluctuations.

"It's an inference error. Or is Zuihou a boil bead hidden deeply? Fang Yuan frowned, a little uncertain.

Fang Yuan pondered carefully. His gaze also fell on the nine holes in the hollow, the wounds he had left behind when he dug out the boils. Seeing these holes, his heart moved, and he simply took out a knife and dug it up indiscriminately. He was going to try his luck, and if there was a tenth boil bead, he would surely find something by cutting a layer of the hollow.

Of course, the so-called indiscriminate digging. Naturally, it's not a blind rush without any purpose. Fang Yuan was not stupid, judging from the distribution of the nine boil beads before, he knew some rules.

First of all, it can be determined that the boil beads are definitely not next to each other, and the second is that the distance between them is relatively balanced, as long as you grasp these two points, you can roughly calculate a few positions.

Fang Yuan dug up one by one according to these approximate locations, and slowly eliminated options. One, two, three, four. When he dug out the fifth eyelet, he suddenly had a strong premonition that success seemed to be on the horizon......

"Phew!"

At this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly found the digging knife and was stunned. I can't stab it anymore. After he was stunned for a moment, he immediately felt a burst of surprise, realizing that his inference and premonition were correct. Sure enough, there was a tenth boil bead at the root of the tree.

Having discovered the target, Fang Yuan hurriedly sped up. Soon there was a trace of the boil bead.

"Huh?"

At this time, Fang Yuan put away the knife. Carefully picking out the boil beads, at first glance he was stunned. Mainly in the bright sun, he could see very clearly, this boil bead was similar in shape to the previous nine boil beads, the same size, but there were no dense circles on the surface of the bead, and the color was more dull.

The most important thing is that Fang Yuan couldn't see the slightest aura on this boil bead. Is a boil bead without an aura still a boil bead?

"There is no appearance, not a god."

Fang Yuan frowned and looked at it, vaguely understanding. The thousand-year-old camphor wood has indeed produced the tenth boil bead, but because the feng shui pattern has been destroyed, there is not enough energy support, and the tenth boil bead naturally cannot condense the aura, so he didn't find anything just now.

"Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and their achievements fall short."

Fang Yuan sighed in distress, feeling that the boil bead in his hand was a chicken rib, tasteless to eat, and it was a pity to abandon it.

"Maruko, who's coming?"

At this moment, the voice of Bao Longtu came from the villa building.

"Who's coming for what?"

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the doorbell ringing, indicating that there were guests visiting outside.

"Who's coming?"

Fang Yuan also has such questions, landlord sheng? Bear trade? Yang Shijin? Or Gu Chang? He mentally counted the people he had been dealing with recently, and then briskly headed towards the gate. Unexpectedly, he saw a stranger outside the villa door.

A strange middle-aged man with long hair, neatly trimmed beard, and a bit of an artist's demeanor.

"May I ask who you are?" Fang Yuan tried hard to recall, very sure that he didn't know this person.

"My surname is Luo."

At the right time, the man smiled and said, "I live near you, and we are also neighbors." ”

"Master Luo?" While speaking, Bao Long rushed out, with an excited and excited expression, as if he had seen an idol, and his eyes flashed with starlight: "Is it really Master Luo?" ”

"You know me?" The man chuckled and said, "The master doesn't dare to be, it's just a folk craftsman." ”

"Master Luo is humble, who doesn't know that you are the first skillful hand in our Quanzhou woodcarving industry." Bao Longtu sighed sincerely, and hurriedly opened the iron fence door to welcome the invitation: "Please come in ...... quickly"

"Skillful Luo Qiu!"

At the same time, Fang Yuan finally understood the identity of the person who came. Although he hadn't seen Luo Qiu, Bao Longtu didn't mention this person in his ear. What a master of wood carving, won three consecutive Tiangong Gold Medals, etc., his ears were calloused.

"Sorry to interrupt." Luo Qiu was also not polite, walked in lightly, and then said with a smile: "The main thing is that I was walking outside just now, and I found that the little brother was digging wood, and I was happy to see the hunt for a while, and I couldn't help but come over to take a look." ”

"Planing wood?" Bao Longtu was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Maruko, are you messing with the roots again?" ”

"That's right." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "It's okay to be idle, clean up the roots of the tree again." ”

"It's really a fellow believer." Luo Qiu smiled, and sighed a little: "Little brother is really lucky. Something like that huge tree root is at least hundreds of years old, right? ”

"Not hundreds of years. It's been almost a thousand years. At this time, Bao Longtu finally understood Luo Qiu's intention. Dare to love is really happy to see the hunt.

"A thousand years?" Luo Qiu was stunned for a moment, and his brows furrowed: "A thousand-year-old tree? ”

"Master Luo, don't get me wrong, that tree died naturally, and the trunk has been eaten by insects and ants, leaving only the roots buried in the mud layer to survive." Fang Yuan explained, and took the opportunity to ask Luo Qiu to come over and take a look.

Luo Qiu happily followed, and soon came to the back garden, where the roots of the tree were placed in the corner. When he got closer, he noticed that the roots were larger than he had imagined. At least it's much larger than what he'd visually measured outside.

"This is camphor wood!" Luo Qiu looked at it casually, and then reached out and pinched the roots, and easily judged the origin of the roots, but when he saw the tree hole, his brows furrowed even more, and his eyes revealed a bit of reproach: "Sure enough, it was eaten badly, but what about these holes?" ”

"Uh......"

Looking at Luo Qiu's gaze, Fang Yuan felt as if he had done something unforgivable wrong, and was inexplicably a little flustered: "Eyelets." Oh, eyelets...... There's an insect moth, I'll dig it......"

"How can you dig it, it should be sprayed with potion......" Luo Qiu shook his head. He was a little confused: "But the camphor tree should be able to prevent insects and ants, why was it mothed?" ”

"It's so withered, it's going to rot." Fang Yuan explained casually. In my heart, I felt that it should be because of the evil qi, and I was infected by the evil qi. As a feng shui tree, camphor wood must bear the brunt, and it is normal to lose the effect of preventing insect and ant bites.

"Really?" Luo Qiu was a little skeptical. However, he didn't dig deeper, because at this time, he saw circle after circle of annual rings from the cross-section of the root of the tree, and he knew that Fang Yuan was not lying, this tree was indeed a thousand years old.

"Good stuff." Luo Qiu looked at it for a moment, and a look of envy faintly appeared in his eyes: "Little brother, what are you going to do with this root?" ”

"Make a coffee table." Bao Longtu preemptively said: "The roots of the tree are clumsy, and it is the most interesting to make a coffee table." ”

Fang Yuan didn't care, anyway, the boil beads had already arrived, even if he split the roots of the tree and burned them as firewood, he didn't have any opinion.

"Coffee table?" However, Luo Qiu shook his head: "Waste, it's too wasteful, such a haode material, we should make full use of it, carve large-scale works, and not make it into something without jishu content." ”

"Large-scale works?" Bao Longtu was not slow to react, and hurriedly touched Fang Yuan, and then said with a smile: "Master Luo, what do you think is suitable for carving this tree root?" ”

"I want to think about it......" Luo Qiu pondered: "Coiling Dragon Crouching Tiger? Three clears and four royals? If you come to Guanyin? There are so many things that can be carved from the roots......"

While speaking, Luo Qiu turned around and asked, "Little brother, do you sell this root?" ”

As an excellent wood carving master, Luo Qiu found any good materials, and inevitably had a bit of a bit of skills, and wanted to buy things back and show his talents to the fullest.

"Master Luo, I'm sorry, we don't sell things." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "However, we would like to ask Master Luo for a favor and help us carve something from this root." ”

"Yes, yes, yes......" Bao Longtu nodded again and again: "It doesn't matter what you carve, it's up to you to decide, as long as it's your work." Of course, the labor cost will definitely not be less......"

"Please allow me to carve?" Luo Qiu's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately agreed: "No problem!" ”

This is a reasonable thing, after all, with Luo Qiu's current fame, he must not be bad for money. Fame and fortune, food and clothing are worry-free, and there is naturally a higher pursuit. He prides himself on being a craftsman, so constantly improving his skill level and reaching the pinnacle of the industry should be his only goal.

It is rare to have good materials for him to practice, of course Luo Qiu will not refuse, as for the labor fee or something, he doesn't care much, and even urges Fang Yuan to call someone over to carry the roots to his home as soon as possible.

Luo Qiu was right, he and Fang Yuan were really neighbors, and they would be able to walk to his villa in two or three minutes.

However, after walking in, Fang Yuan found that this place was not so much a villa as a huge exhibition hall of wood carvings. From the moment you step through the door, you can see all kinds of wooden carvings...... (To be continued......)