Xu Liang was also struggling to chop the bamboo, while thinking about how to build this nest to be stronger.

There's no nails either, and she doesn't have a mortise and tenon structure, so she'd still use a rope, right?

cut down several bamboos in a row, and she was so tired that she gasped.

Sitting on the fallen bamboo, she took a piece of dry food from her bosom and nibbled on it.

A small piece of dry food, about the size of a baby's palm, is hard. This was taken in the dining hall of Feibai Peak, and each peak has a dining hall, except for Liuyun Peak, of course.

She was too lazy to go to another peak for dinner, so she took some more by the way when she was in the canteen on the Feibai Peak floor in the morning.

After a short break from the next piece of dry food, she began to work again, tossing back and forth for half a day, until the sun was setting in the west, when she had made a slight yard of the bamboo she had chopped down, and turned back into her broken shed before the sky had completely darkened.

In the cramped space, she was casually built with adobe bricks, with two long wooden planks and a thin layer of mattresses, which was the bed where she rested temporarily.

Xu Liang also sat on the bed with a sigh, pressing the wooden bed "squeak-squeak-" sound, and then fell backwards and collapsed on the bed.

Through the sparse rooftop, she could see that the sky was faintly blue, and there were a few broken stars on it, which was very beautiful.

She kept her eyes open for a long time, until her eyes became dry and her ears were occupied by the sound of insects, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, rolled over, and fell asleep on the humble plank.

For several days, Xu Liang also spent time going to Feibai Peak to take basic classes and chopping bamboo.

On this day, after putting down the bamboo she was chopping in her hand, she took out a sword from the side, trimmed the bamboo slightly, cleaned all the leaves, and cut out the parts where the tail was too thin.

When she was done, she dragged the bamboo to a clearing not far away that she had cleared. There are neatly stacked all the fruits of her past few days.

A rough count of them yielded hundreds, each of which had been slightly trimmed and piled up in several piles, with some sticks nailed to the bottom to prevent the bamboo from collapsing.

At that time, it was the height of summer, although the forest was cloudy, but after working for most of the day, Xu Liang was also hot and sweaty.

Although the robe on his body is made of excellent materials, there are several layers of coats inside and out, and it is really too thick, and the shirt is estimated to be soaked with sweat at this time.

She sat next to the pile of bamboo, leaned back against the bamboo stacked behind her, picked up a gourd from the side, pulled out the lid and poured two sips of water.

I took out a drawing from my pocket, on which some simple schematic diagrams of the wooden house were roughly drawn, and some of them were marked with some data, which should be the dimensions.

She looked at it carefully for a long time, thinking about the general steps and some things to pay attention to.

After about half a column of incense, she pulled out a saw from the tools stacked next to her, and she had to build the frame of the room before she could process the bamboo further.

She had walked around the hill yesterday, and had found a few trees near the top of the hill that looked a bit like cedar trees, just the right length and thickness for framing.

She has already cleaned the bark first, which saws the wood to different lengths according to the proportions on the drawings. She took four of the thickest pieces of wood to drive piles, she had no experience, it was all up to her imagination, and it was still unknown whether she could build them.

The tool team took out a shovel, these tools were all taken by her from the utility room at the outer gate, because she couldn't speak and ran into some trouble, fortunately, she was wearing an inner disciple robe, although the miscellaneous staff in the utility room felt strange, but she didn't dare to stop her, so she carried back everything she thought could be used.

After drawing for a while the line that had been sprinkled with ash on the ground, and making sure that it was straight, he shoveled down the four corners and dug four slightly narrow but deep pits.

According to what she thought, in order to be more solid when driving piles, some cement should be poured to reinforce, and there is probably no cement in this world, even if she can't compare with others, so she can only open a new road and find something else instead.

She went to the back mountain to find some clay, and then went to the back kitchen of the neighboring peak canteen to find some cooked glutinous rice and eggs, and unloaded the thatch on the broken shed and chopped it, and finally sprinkled some water, and mixed these together, and formed a sticky ball, which was used as cement to make do.

She doesn't know where she saw this method, and she can't remember the specifics, but it probably means this, and she doesn't know if it can be successful, but it's better than nothing.

Speaking of which, these days, in order to build a nest for herself, she wandered around the sect looking for materials, and she was silent, describing her embarrassed appearance, living like a lonely ghost......

For a while, rumors circulated in the sect that the inner disciples who died tragically many years ago turned into resentful ghosts and wandered around......

Xu Liang also had no idea what impact he had on himself. One day, when she was in class at Feibaifeng, she inadvertently heard her fellow student talk about it, and she couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

She was afraid of ghosts, what she was afraid of, she didn't know.

When she is afraid, she is not afraid, she can also do it in the middle of the night when she is fat, and when she is afraid, she doesn't dare to sleep all night, her heart is hairy, and she doesn't dare to close her eyes all night with the lights on.

It's weird.

I won't mention this matter for the time being.

Xu Liang also reconciled the soil and dragged the wood to the edge of the pit, helped the wood to put it in the pit, pressed it down hard, and then moved the stone to the edge of the pit, temporarily stabilizing the pile.

She switched to a hammer and smashed the stake into it with all her might, hoping to make it more stable. When she felt that she was almost exhausted, her legs were weak, so she threw away the hammer, took a small bamboo bucket, filled most of the clay and poured it into the pit, and took a few short sticks to support the stake, so that it would not be crooked.

One by one, the stakes were beaten, and the sun was already half-hidden under the opposite hill.

This place is a little far away from Bu Qingheng's small building, and it is not a small move to build a house, look at the materials all over the ground, if you pile it up over there, Xu Liang may also be dragged by Bu Qingheng to feed Da Hei.

Secondly......

Xu Liang couldn't define what she was, she didn't know if it was a seizure or something else, and she didn't know if these immortal cultivators had seen anything wrong with her, in short, it was always easier for someone to be alone.

It was getting late, Xu Liang also put away the tools, rushed back to the small broken shed, and turned to a remote pool on the mountainside while the sunset was not complete. She had enclosed a corner of the pool with sackcloth and made a suggested bathhouse.

Out of consideration that this is a world of cultivating immortals and that someone knows how to make a sword, and someone will fly by the sword on Leng Buding's head, in order to prevent himself from going out, Xu Liang also carefully made a roof for the bath room.

Turning into the bath, the light inside was dim, and I only vaguely saw a small table on the side with an oil lamp on it.

He felt the fire on his body and lit the lamp, then put down the clothes in his hand, and carried a small wooden bucket under the table to wash himself.

Although it was summer, it was late, and the pool water was also cold, and Xu Liang shivered when it was poured on his body.

Silently poured two more scoops of water on himself so that he could get used to the water temperature as soon as possible.

Xu Liang also finished washing and walked back with the wooden barrel.

Now the weather is good, if the summer is over and the autumn is a little cooler, I am afraid that it will not work, do you have to get a stronger bathroom, and then get a bath bucket to soak in some hot bath.

However, thinking of his lonely house with only four wooden stakes, Xu Liang suddenly wilted like a frosted eggplant.

It is said that cultivating immortals is tired and cultivating immortals is hard, tired is really tired, and suffering is really bitter, but did you get the wrong script! What kind of immortal is this cultivator! This is obviously a wilderness survival show, right?! It must be, right?!