Early the next morning, Chu Yang closed the store door and rode the dilapidated electric car left by his father Chu Guochang to the outskirts of the county.

He couldn't calm down all night yesterday. He lay on the bed. The eyes of his mother Yang Ru's eyes that were as loving as his master Luo Qing, the helpless and depressed expression of his father Chu Guochang, and the coldness and mockery of the strange third uncle and third aunt kept flashing in his mind.

Before he knew it, he had been in this strange world for more than ten days. Chu Yang found that he had gradually integrated into this world, and the existence of Chu Guochang and Yang Ru also gave him the feeling of "home" for the first time.

He liked this feeling very much, and even said that he enjoyed it greedily. Chu Yang, who had never enjoyed the love of his father and mother since he was a child, always saw those brothers who could be happy in front of his parents and act coquettishly, although his face was full of indifferent, he was envious in his heart.

He didn't know why his parents wanted to abandon him, and his heart was filled with resentment. No matter what the reason was, how cruel it would take to leave his own child?

He thought he would never experience this feeling of being loved by his parents in his life, but he did not expect that he would meet Chu Guochang and Yang Ru in this strange world called "Earth".

Although they have not been together for a long time, Chu Yang can feel his parents' care and love for him from every bit of the week. Needless to say, his mother Yang Ru, when she was in the hospital, Chu Yang could fully feel her desire to suffer for her. As for her father Chu Guochang, although he was harsh on the surface and cursed him at any time, he was wholeheartedly protecting himself. He heard what his father and mother said in the store that day.

Chu Yang was moved by this seemingly weak father for the first time. He didn't know how powerful a deputy director of the Education Bureau was, but he could feel that his parents could not afford to offend him. And his father could actually fight against such a person for himself. If he hadn't cared for himself and protected him from the bottom of his heart, how could he have done this? In the past, only his master Luo Qing was willing to do this for himself, but unexpectedly, there was another one more.

Chu Yang respected his master Luo Qing and loved him to his bones. That kind of love is not the love between men and women, but purely the love for the people he cherishes the most. In this strange place called "Earth", Chu Yang had a similar feeling for Yang Ru and Chu Guochang for the first time. Although it was far from as strong as Luo Qing, in Chu Yang's heart, he silently joined them among his closest relatives.

The experience of being an orphan since childhood has made Chu Yang develop an extreme personality. If you identify what you know, you will definitely stick to the end. It is like this to love someone and hate someone. If others treat him well, he will definitely be deeply engraved and reward him a hundred times. If others hurt him and his relatives, he will definitely take revenge a hundred times!

Chu Guochang and Yang Ru, at this moment, had already truly recognized the fact that they were their parents. At the same time, he also made up his mind that since he came to this world and since he met them, he would work hard to make them live a better life, not only for them, but also for protecting this rare warmth in his heart!

All of these gave Chu Yang an urgent desire to become stronger and he wanted to protect this family and protect this precious family affection!

Although after these days of attempts, he found that in this place called "Earth", the spiritual energy was so thin that it was so thin that he could hardly make progress. The introductory practice "Huayinjue" he had practiced in Huayin Sect before was almost impossible to make progress, but he was not discouraged. Even if he could not practice, with the vision and insight of a once-Golden Pill monk, in this world full of mortals, he would not be much worse.

The most urgent task is that his mother's illness requires a lot of money to treat. If it were Chu Yang, who used to be the "money" that only used to draw some patterns on paper, would definitely sneer at the "money" that was used by ordinary people. However, now, he must find a way to make more such "paper". Although these things are of no use to his cultivation, they are urgently needed by his mother Yang Ru.

If Chu Yang had his cultivation level, even if he had only recovered part of it, it would be very simple to get money in this world. However, except for his mental state and vision, he is no different from mortals in other aspects. Therefore, if he wanted to make money, Chu Yang had to do it in a proper manner.

After thinking about it, Chu Yang decided to continue to start from the place he was most familiar with. Yesterday, a flute sold for 10,000 yuan, and Chu Yang decided to start with making musical instruments. Although the sale of the flute was a bit dramatic and tortuous, Chu Yang did not think he had taken advantage of it. The flute was reprocessed by him using the refining technique of a Jindan-level sound cultivator. Although he did not use true essence cultivation, nor did the weapon fire tempering and purification, just those techniques were enough to make the flute worth the price. Chu Yang even felt that he was selling it cheaper, after all, the flute could be regarded as half a magic weapon.

So early this morning, Chu Yang decided to go to the suburb bamboo forest that his father mentioned, find some suitable bamboo materials, and make a few more flutes. Chu Yang made the flute a little casually before, and with his method of practicing the golden elixir sound, he could do it better.

Chu Yang, riding an electric bike, gradually moved away from the county town. His father Chu Guochang told him that the bamboo forest he had booked at home was on a small hill not far from the western suburbs. Chu Yang crossed an overpass in the western suburbs and saw the forest from a distance.

Turning onto a winding dirt road, the buildings on both sides gradually became less and the scenery became more desolate.

But Chu Yang felt that it was much more comfortable than before on the national highway. The smoke tips and thick exhaust gas brought by vehicles that were flying past the national highway from time to time made Chu Yang very uncomfortable. He was wondering why people in this world wanted to survive in this way. They dug the good mountains and forests beyond recognition, burn the black ones that would emit a lot of poisonous smoke and make a lot of poisonous smoke for heating, and there were also such things called "cars". Although it was very convenient to do it by themselves, the gas discharged from the back was extremely dirty. The good river was made into poisonous water by the poisonous water discharged from a large pipe that stretched out from somewhere. Chu Yang had been drinking the strange-smelling water from the water pipes these days, breathing the dirty air, and feeling extremely uncomfortable. He felt that there were too many impurities in this body. If it was not discharged in time, problems might occur in a few years.

Unfortunately, he is not able to refine the simplest marrow cleaning pill. This medicine that almost no practitioner in the world is willing to spend time to refine and only improve physical fitness for mortals has become what Chu Yang needs most at this moment.

The car turned up a small road up the mountain. The air here was much stronger than before. Chu Yang took a greedy breath. Although it was still not very good, he was already very satisfied.

After walking a while, Chu Yang discovered a warehouse built of stones on the side of the road.

It is said to be a warehouse because the house has no window except one door. On the gate facing the intersection, a rusty iron lock is faithfully performing its duties there.

Of course, this lock is just a decoration. Even ordinary people can easily open it with an axe. However, there is only some bamboo material in it, which is not valuable at all, so no one will have any idea of ​​it.

Chu Yang took out the key from his pocket, opened the lock on the door, pushed the door open and walked in.

The light inside was a little dim, and Chu Yang adapted for a while before he could see clearly what he looked inside.

This is a rectangular house, about ten meters long, four or five meters wide. It is close to the wall, and bundles of bamboo are piled up. In the center is a long wooden table, with a bunch of carving knives, saws, drills and other tools scattered on it, as well as a few pencils, and an iron ruler that can no longer be seen clearly.

Under the table, there are bundles of bamboo materials that have been processed into semi-finished products. Some have holes and some have just been cut.

Chu Yang did not waste time, so he directly carried a bundle of bamboo materials that had not been drilled from below, put them on the table, unbuttoned the rope above, and with a "slam", more than a hundred bamboo materials were scattered on the table.

Chu Yangxin held up one with his hand, looked at it casually, and then put it aside. This was obviously a section cut off at the tip of the bamboo. The bamboo wall was too thin and the inner diameter was irregular. In Chu Yang's opinion, this was just a piece of waste material. It was barely made, and the sound was incomprehensible.

He picked up one again, Chu Yang took a look, then knocked on the bamboo wall, frowned, and put it aside. The bamboo material is pretty good in appearance, but unfortunately it looks a bit old and the bamboo wall is too thick, so the sound of the flute made must be dull.

One, two... Chu Yang's selection was getting faster and faster. He passed a bundle of bamboo materials in just ten minutes.

It’s a pity that none of them is favored by Chu Yang.

In fact, it’s not that Chu Yang is really too jealous. If Chu Guochang were here, this bundle of bamboo material might not be wasted, but Chu Yang is different. If he wants to do it, he must do the best. With his vision of Jindan Yin Cultivation, if the thing he made is the same as the ordinary, wouldn’t it be too embarrassing?

Chu Yang tied the bundle of bamboo materials back and threw them under the workbench at will. He picked up a bundle again and began to repeat the actions just now...

One bundle, two bundles...there were more and more bamboo materials piled under Chu Yang's feet, but none of them were left on the workbench.

After working hard for more than two hours, Chu Yang passed through more than 20 bundles of bamboo under his feet. Looking at the empty workbench, Chu Yang sighed and swept his eyes to the bamboo piled like a hill around him.

The next moment, Chu Yang's figure was gradually buried in bundles of bamboo mountains.

I don’t know how long I chose it, but it was not until Chu Yang felt a rumble protest in his stomach that he stopped his work and looked at the sky outside. It was already dark.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the day had passed, but I finally didn't work in vain." Chu Yang looked at the three bamboos scattered on the ground not far away and said to himself.
Chapter completed!