The list of materials issued by Sun Biyun's master and apprentice made Zhao Ran want to die. Let alone anything else, Zhao Ran couldn't fulfill the demand for ten thousand kilograms of fine gold.
Songfan has a fine gold mine located in the swamp of Yuyang Immortal, but it can only supply a hundred kilograms a year to Dajun Mountain. When Lou Guan proposed marriage to Yuhuang Pavilion, the list of betrothal gifts for Zhao Liniang included only
Sixty-six pounds, which shows how precious this thing is.
Ten thousand kilograms would take Dajunshan a hundred years to accumulate. Even if it were collected from other places, this would still be a terrifying figure. Even if it could be collected, Zhao Ran would not be able to afford it.
What's more, there are all kinds of precious materials such as mithril and purple cloud copper, which are often measured in ten thousand kilograms. If we really do this, Wenchang Temple, Jiming Temple and Yuanfu Palace will declare joint bankruptcy.
Don't make it.
After careful consideration, Zhao Ran asked Sun Biyun how to refine the fifty-three bridge piers, and he breathed a sigh of relief after asking.
"Master Sun, Senior Sihai, Senior Jiufang, I'm afraid we don't need the solid bridge piers as a whole. We really can't afford to build them like this. Can we make hollow ones? It's like the palace for refining magic weapons, but it's empty inside?"
"The bridge piers are different from the magic weapon palaces. How can they withstand such a huge force if they are empty?"
"I have an idea about this. Let's refine a hollow bridge pier with a one-foot-thick wall. After driving it into the center of the river, pour green bricks, gravel, and sand into it. Use these materials to fill the hollow, and the load-bearing effect will be reduced.
Not much, right?"
Sun Biyun and the two disciples lowered their heads to discuss, and finally said to Zhao Ran regretfully: "In this case, as long as a great monk from Hedao comes, the bridge pier can be destroyed."
Zhao Ran hurriedly asked: "Leaving aside the great cultivator of Hedao, what about the advanced cultivator of the Void Refining Realm? Can it be destroyed?"
Sun Biyun shook his head: "It's hard to say. It depends on the formation and the use of the magic weapon. Generally speaking, at least five or six Lianxu will take action. If they work well together, they can also destroy the bridge piers."
Zhao Ran breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I can accept it."
Sun Biyun said: "Then it's not a thousand-year project. Didn't you say you want to build a great thousand-year project? Earth dragon changes, wind and rain erode, it won't last a thousand years."
Zhao Ran hurriedly asked: "How many years can it last?"
Sun Biyun and the two disciples discussed for a while and replied to Zhao Ran: "Five hundred years, at most eight hundred years, and it needs to be maintained every hundred years."
Zhao Ran raised his hand: "No problem! Five hundred years is enough!"
Therefore, Sun Biyun and his disciples started from scratch and re-drawn the list according to the refining plan for the hollow bridge piers, which took time.
Leaving Zhou Keli and Ling Congyun here to do odd jobs, Zhao Ran came out from the Nanyan Palace of the Great Sage to find Chisongzi and Grandma Longgu. These two belong to the inheritance of Jingle Palace, one of the seventeen lines of Wudang Yinxian Sect.
At the northern foot of Wudang Mountain.
Jing Le Palace is a large branch with many palaces - in fact, with Sun Biyun here, the regulations of each palace in Wudang Mountain are very grand. Zhao Ran considered for a moment whether to mobilize the various branches of the Yinxian Sect and simply take over the palaces
I came out and re-melted the calculation ball. It should be a bit like a hidden immortal. But I still resisted it. I wouldn't necessarily... well, I definitely couldn't agree to it.
Neither Chisongzi nor Grandma Longgu lived in the palace. They used to live in thatched huts on the hillside behind Jingle Palace.
When Zhao Ran came to this thatched cottage, it was dinner time, and he saw smoke curling up from the cooking pots, chickens crowing and dogs barking, and it felt like a sense of life.
In the thatched house next to it, there was suddenly a crackling sound of dishes being stir-fried in a pot, and a smell overflowed, making Suchuan Medicine pusher's mouth water.
Chisongzi turned back from the mountain road with a hoe on his shoulder, holding a handful of potatoes in his hand, and said to Zhao Ran: "Zhiran, sit down for a while, and let's eat together when the food is ready."
Zhao Ran was not polite and took a wheelchair to visit the thatched houses: alchemy thatched cottage, weapon refining thatched house, talisman refining thatched cottage, thatched study room, thatched bedroom, chicken coop, vegetable field, flower garden, orchard...
After a full circle, Chi Songzi's voice came: "It's time to eat."
Suchuan Yao pushed Zhao Ran and followed the sound. At an open-air earth platform overlooking the green mountains, he saw Chisongzi sitting at the stone table and Granny Long in an apron.
There are already five or six sea bowls on the table, all of which are freshly made dishes, such as eight-treasure vegetarian duck, bracken and tofu, etc., all with a steaming aroma. Grandma Longgu opened the lid of the bamboo basket and gave it to Zhao Ran and Su
Sichuan Yao added two large bowls of rice and greeted him: "I haven't eaten in a few months. I've been thinking about making a good meal. This damn old man always says he has no appetite. If Zhiran hadn't come, I wouldn't have had this good meal.
."
Zhao Ran laughed, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and put his head into his mouth to pick up the rice. Suchuan Yao took a small mouthful and stuffed a ball of rice into his mouth. He suddenly felt a spiritual energy flowing into the meridians of his limbs. He felt so comfortable all over that he froze on the spot.
Already.
Zhao Ran urged her: "Sichuan Yao, eat this eight-treasure duck quickly. If you don't eat it, it will be gone. Senior Chisongzi won't leave it for you. You have to grab it yourself..."
After dinner, Suchuan Yao accompanied Granny Long to clear the dishes. Chisongzi greeted Zhao Ran: "Come Zhiran, let's go fishing."
Zhao Ran accompanied Chisongzi to an open space outside the hut. There was a pond about ten feet in diameter. There were water plants growing in the pond, and fish could be faintly seen floating in the water among the water plants.
Zhao Ran took out a fishing rod made of Mochou Lake wicker from his finger and was about to lower it into the pond when he saw Chisongzi staring at him nervously and wondering: "Senior, aren't you going to lower the rod? Let's do it together."
Chisongzi said "Hey" several times and took out the fishing rod, but still stared at Zhao Ran. Zhao Ran was confused and threw the fishing rod down first...
"Huh?" The fishhook made of willow branches made a "pop" sound on the water...
Suddenly I saw Chisongzi holding her stomach and laughing wildly beside her, laughing so hard that she could hardly breathe.
Zhao Ran blinked hard and tried to step on it. There was no pond, it was just a painting!
Zhao Ran looked at Chi Songzi speechlessly, and when he saw that Chi Songzi was rolling around on the ground with laughter, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
After a long time, Chi Songzi stopped laughing and said proudly: "How is it? Is my painting still good?"
Zhao Ran nodded in approval: "Amazing! Senior actually figured this out without using any magic formation skills."
Chi Songzi said: "Junshan Notes has recently advocated realistic painting. I saw a lot of the above paintings a few days ago, and I wanted to combine this kind of realistic painting with perspective..."
Zhao Ran nodded and said, "Senior's painting can be called a three-dimensional painting."
"Which third dimension?"
"If the line composition is called one-dimensional, it means it has length but no width and height; adding width to form a surface makes it two-dimensional, and adding height to form a three-dimensional interlaced space makes it three-dimensional."
"Is there a fourth dimension?"
"Adding time, it may be called four dimensions."
"Is there a fifth dimension?"
"Yes, that is an unimaginable scene. You can think about it in symmetrical space..."
“What about zero dimension?
"Juniors think it is an infinitesimal point..."
Under the setting sun, Chisongzi and Zhao Ran were discussing composition methods by the house, and their slanting figures became longer and longer...