The mountain god's dream made Shimo Village lively for a while. Although everyone enthusiastically donated money, the weather was too cold and construction was only to start next year. After this incident, Xiao Yu completely quieted down. During this period, he had completed the final exam and achieved excellent results like in previous years.

There is still half a month left before the Chinese New Year. During this period, Xiao Yu often went to the Taoist temple and began to prepare for the peach wood sword. However, the peach wood sword cannot be completed by him alone, so Xiao Yu still needs to find a craftsman to complete it with him.

Fortunately, there are many old craftsmen in Shimo Village. When they heard that Xiao Yu wanted to make wooden swords, they were happy to help him. After all, Xiao Yu has become famous now, and this is not a big deal. For carpenters, a wooden sword is just a hand-made one. However, during the production process, the carpenters found that the peach wood sword that Xiao Yu wanted to make was not that easy. First of all, the hardness of the wood was something they had never encountered before.

"Xiao Yu, are you peach wood? Why are you so hard? I have changed three of these planer blades, and now I have finished digging this little wood flower." An old man held the planer and said with some distress.

Xiao Yu naturally understood in his heart that the Yin and Yang peach wood was as hard as steel after the tempering of Yin and Yang thunder. If it weren't for the long time, it would be impossible for this ordinary planer to hurt at all. Now that he could dig out such a little wood flower, it was beyond his imagination.

"Grandpa, this wood is peach wood. It's probably been stored for a long time. Otherwise, your planer blades and money are all mine. You only work hard. I will accompany you as much as you break. What do you think?"

"Hey, grandpa didn't mean that. This blade doesn't cost much, how can you get a baby to pay? Grandpa just thought that this thing is so hard and we're going to make trouble here, it's a waste of time. Why don't you take it to the town, go to the wood yard, and try it with a chainsaw."

When Xiao Yu heard this, his head shaking like a rattle and said, "No, this peach wood sword must be made by hand. Grandpa, if you don't have to take a break, I'll try it."

It’s not that Xiao Yu didn’t think about going to the wood yard, but that the peach wood was too expensive, so it was okay to cut large wood in the wood yard. Xiao Yu was afraid that the small wood would be broken into several pieces as soon as he entered, so he would not take that risk.

"Okay, come and try it. I'll go and smoke a cigarette. I'll help you later." The old man nodded, handed the planer in his hand to Xiao Yu, and sat in a corner of the yard, smoking a sweaty cigarette.

Xiao Yu rode on a horse stool, holding the two ears of the planer in both hands, and pushing forward with a strong force. However, as soon as the planer contacted the wood, it stopped instantly. No matter how Xiao Yu pushed it, it was difficult to move.

"No wonder grandpa is so tired. The wood is really too hard," Xiao Yu said in his heart.

In fact, Xiao Yu had never made a peach wood sword by himself. He just saw his grandfather doing it before, and it looked very simple, so he tried it according to his copy! But he didn't know that the peach wood his grandfather used was just ordinary peach wood, which was of course easy to make, but his peach wood was already considered a fairy wood, so how could it be made by ordinary manufacturing methods?

Xiao Yu was holding the planer and was sweating profusely, but the planer still stopped wherever he did not move at all, which made Xiao Yu a little helpless. He could only drop the planer in his hand and sit aside, thinking about how to solve this problem.

Xiao Qiang walked out of the room at this time, looked at Xiao Yu sitting there and gasped, and couldn't help but say, "I'll try it."

The carpenter finished smoking a cigarette and came to Xiao Yu and said, "How is it, I'm right?"

Xiao Yu blushed and nodded with a smile, "This wood is indeed very hard, but when it is hard, it is just a piece of wood. Can it still stump us? If it doesn't work today, it will be tomorrow. I want to push some wood flowers down a day and one day it will smooth him down."

Xiao Qiang sat on the horse stool, spitting in his hand, then he grabbed the planer and pushed it hard. This time, he really pushed out a piece of wood flower, but it was just a thin piece.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu couldn't help but say in surprise, "Dad, you are so awesome."

The three of them worked in the yard all morning, but the wood was still so thick that it seemed to have no change. However, Xiao Qiang and the carpenter were so tired that they almost broke up. After dinner in the afternoon, the two discussed resting for two days before fiddling with the thing.

"Such a small piece of wood is more tiring than making a coffin for me," the old carpenter smiled.

"Hehe, grandpa, you pretend to be dead when you make a coffin. My sword is to save people, of course it's different." Xiao Yu poured tea to the carpenter and said with a smile.

"Well, you're right. Grandpa, I've been a carpenter for most of my life. I haven't seen any wood before. This is the first time I've encountered this thing you have tinkered with."

"Of course, my wood was given by the mountain god, of course it's different," Xiao Yu said happily.

"What, the mountain god gave it?"

"Yes, it was given by the mountain god."

"Tsk tsk, you are so amazing. Master Shan God has sent you something. So is this piece of wood a treasure?"

Xiao Qiang was peeling peanuts while laughing and said, "Uncle, don't listen to his nonsense. What kind of mountain god gave him, he will tease you."

When the old carpenter heard this, he couldn't help but glared at him, "Hey, Xiao Yu is a ghost-catching master, and it is possible to know the mountain god."

When Xiao Yu heard this, he couldn't help laughing. The three of them chatted around a plate of charcoal fire for more than an hour before the old carpenter packed up their things and went home. Xiao Yu went to the kang in his house. After all, in the north, the kang was the warmest.

Sitting on the kang, Xiao Yu held a Taoist book and found some records about making peach wood swords, but there were few methods of making them, which also gave Xiao Yu a headache. He couldn't help but put the book aside, then picked up the ancient jade on his neck and looked at it carefully.

Since the last time the ancient jade showed its power and sucked the evil ghost in, it has not yet responded. It is like an ordinary jade, but how could an ordinary jade have such powerful power? Xiao Yu has not figured it out until now.

Xiao Yu stared at the jade. The jade looked like a leaf, with strange patterns on it, including flowers, grass, and some tree roots. Although those things were not big, Xiao Yu could still see clearly.

"What is this? I have been passed down in Maoshan for so many years. Doesn't anyone know if it's done?" Xiao Yu muttered.

"Grandpa said that spiritual things will recognize their masters. I wonder if this ancient jade is a treasure. Why don't you try it if you drop blood?" Xiao Yu said to himself.

He did it right away. Xiao Yu sat upright and then bit his middle finger. A drop of red and purple blood flowed out. The blood fell on the ancient jade, as if it had fallen into a sponge, and was sucked in in an instant.

However, after the blood was sucked in, the ancient jade still had no reaction. Xiao Yu dripped a few drops of blood again, and the ancient jade still accepted it all, but there was still nothing surprising.

However, Xiao Yu's eyes were emitting light at this time, because the ancient jade could inhale blood, which means that the ancient jade was a treasure and was likely to be an ancient treasure recorded in Maoshan books. However, this ancient treasure was temporarily unable to be opened.
Chapter completed!