The sun completely set and the moon rose. A bonfire was lit in the yard. The beaver patriarch had a special persistence in building a house. He insisted on using old wood and had to use new wood. So the doors, windows, beams and pillars inside the ruins all became matches.

There is a forest next to it, and there is definitely no shortage of wood. How to transport it is a big problem. Moreover, the forest is the territory of the Python King, and there are several demon generals next to the Tushan Mountain. Han Qin was worried that logging in the past would make people unhappy. If the Python King was alarmed, his life would be gone.

He wanted to discuss with the little fox, but hesitated for a moment and didn't say it. The little fox regarded him as a master. If he told the truth, his image of the master would be shattered. If he lost a little brother, his power of faith would be reduced.

The power of faith is the name Han Qin gave to "Huansu". The old Taoist was killed without explaining anything. Han Qin didn't know any of his own proprietary nouns. In order to avoid his future apprentice being confused, Han Qin felt that he had the obligation to name it.

Maybe he has become a master of his generation? Who can say it correctly!

The beavers are very practical in their work. They also have the ability to have night vision. They want to fight at night. They have laid the foundation of the wall before dawn, but Han Qin stopped them. They are here to help, and they don’t even prepare some delicious food and drink. How can they be so tired? It’s really unreasonable.

Han Qin asked the little fox to prepare food for them, but the little fox didn't know what they had. The beaver clan leader walked around the hillside and found some grass they could eat. Han Qin used a clay pot to cook it into soup and added some salt, which unexpectedly received good reviews. But Han Qin was dissatisfied, and it was too disrespectful to treat guests.

"The water is finished again, brother!" The little fox jumped over and asked Han Qin for water. The beaver patriarch refused to talk to him, and all the needs were conveyed through the little fox. Han Qin probably guessed that the beaveres were timid and didn't think there was anything. As long as they made the request, they would try to satisfy them. He just felt strange. Why did this group of beaver always drink water? It had to be water poured out of the silver gourd. If he couldn't figure it out, he could only attribute it to the beaver living by the river and could not do without water.

"It would be great if this gourd could be filled with more water." Han Qin fetched water again, thinking in his heart. The thought emerged, and the silver gourd in the well emitted a glimmer of light, as if responding to him. Han Qin saw it sincerely, and thought about it, and said, "Put a tank!"

The rice jar is empty and just used to hold water. This is the largest container currently owned by the ruined temple.

The silver gourd flapped the water surface and drilled deeper to the bottom. With the moonlight, Han Qin could clearly see that a small whirlpool formed on the water surface, and the well water poured into it frantically.

"I'll go... this thing is voice-controlled!"

After a while, the vortex leveled and the silver gourd floated up again. Han Qin pulled the rope and pulled it up, weighed it, but the weight did not change much.

Next is the time to witness the miracle.

Han Qin thought to himself, two little fat men from the beaver clan called up to the beaver clan and dragged the rice jar out of the ruins together. He twisted the gourd's mouth and the water in the cool well flowed down. There was no more or less, just a jar.

The little fox was stunned and said in surprise: "Wow, brother, this gourd is so good to be pretended, it is worthy of being a magic weapon!"

"What's strange about it? Didn't you see how big it was when it turned into an incense burner?" Han Qin forced his explanation, as if he understood it very much. He hung the gourd around his waist, turned around and returned to the hall.

The wall behind the statue of Lao Dao did not collapse. Han Qin put the intact door panel on Lao Dao's head and placed the other end on the wall, which just formed a simple shed. He found hay and spread it on the ground as a guest room for entertaining the python king.

"Miss Qing'er." Han Qin came to the front of the old Taoist statue and stopped. The base of the statue was about one meter, which just happened to block most of the body of the python king. Han Qin was considerate.

The python king poked his head out from behind the statue. If Han Qin stood beside her at this time, he could see that the python king was in a state of human body and snake tail. The upper body was a human, and the lower body was a snake. The snake belonged to Yin, and it happened to be the full moon night tonight, which was most suitable for swallowing and spitting the moon. As soon as the python king sacrificed the inner elixir, Han Qin came, which made her somewhat annoyed.

"Have you not rested yet? It's getting late, so let's take a break early."

Han Qin heard the meaning of rejecting guests, but he was really no one to discuss it. After thinking about it, he still said with shamelessness: "Miss Qing'er, I have no intention of harassing me, but... I have something to do, and I can't make up my mind. There is no one to discuss it. Here we are the two of us. I'll think about it and discuss it with you."

The python king rolled his eyes in his heart, who was he scolded? I am not a human being, I am self-indulgent!

"Okay, wait for me and I'll tidy up my clothes." The python king said, hid back behind the statue, swallowed the inner elixir again, turned back into a human form, and walked out from behind the statue.

The two sat on the ground under the base of the old Taoist statue. The python king asked, "What are you worried about fellow Taoist?"

"Um..." Han Qin did not rush to talk about his affairs, but asked: "Miss Qing'er, take the liberty to ask, what is your current state?"

"Ah?" The python king was panicked. Did he see something? He forced himself to calm down, showed a slightly shy expression, and said that he had already made a draft of his mind, and said, "I'm just laughing at Daoist. I just built a foundation. Many of my senior brothers and sisters are already at the peak of foundation building."

"Building the foundation," Han Qin murmured, feeling despair in his heart. Building the foundation is already very obvious. It is like building a house and just laying the foundation. According to the setting of the immortal cultivation novel he had read in his previous life, the foundation building realm is either the most delicious or the second to last dish, and he will definitely not be a master.

Han Qin did not give up and asked again: "Let me ask again, what kind of realm is the foundation-building combat power equivalent to the demon clan?"

The Python King frowned slightly. What is this human being doing? Is this question also asking? Is he testing something or playing tricks on me?

The more I thought about it, the more angry he became, the python king's pretty face frosted, and said, "Are you testing me for me? If you suspect that I am a monster, then I'll leave!" As he said that, he was about to get up, and Han Qin quickly grabbed her, and started with a soft hand, and it was cold and smooth. The python king was pulled by the opposite sex, and suddenly pulled it out, subconsciously trying to take action.

Buzz!

The hatchet flew over from the yard, pointing the tip of the knife to the python king's eyebrows, and he sucked and spitted, as if the murderous aura was actually.

"What are you doing!" Han Qin quickly grabbed the hatchet and was furious: "Can you be a little polite? How many times have you told you that this is my friend, why are you always so arrogant?"
Chapter completed!