I practice the Tao by blind practice

Chapter 407 Storage Bag

Taking out the skin of the giant kun that he was carrying, Chen Hai tossed it over and over again, thinking about it for a long time.

In his impression, the so-called storage bag should be the size of the money bag that the ancients hung around their waists.

It's a pity that it seems unrealistic to refine the animal skin in his hand into such a storage bag.

"The skin of the giant kun in my hand, judging by its size, it can probably be used as a sachet at most."

"After successfully refining this thing, it is said that it is not suitable for a storage bag. I guess it can be regarded as a storage bag at most!"

"I just hope that the space inside won't be too small, otherwise, the more than 6000 million I spent would be a bit of a waste..."

Sighing, Chen Hai sighed.

The space inside the storage device has little to do with its size.

The main material for refining storage utensils, the stronger the emptiness contained in it, the larger the space contained in it will be after the utensil is successfully refined.

It is indeed true that the giant kun's skin contains the characteristics of emptiness.

But this thing, after all, is just a kind of acquired spiritual material.

The kind of natural treasures that are naturally raised and also contain the characteristics of emptiness are the real best materials for refining storage utensils.

It's a pity that such treasures are too rare.

Even in the era when Hong Ming was born, that kind of innate top-quality spiritual material was hard to find in the world, extremely rare.

Under such a situation, many forces, in order to refine storage utensils, can only take the next best thing, hunting and killing spirit beasts such as giant kuns that contain the characteristics of space.

It is not impossible to refine a storage device with a large space with the help of the skin of the giant kun, but the skin of the giant kun is definitely not only needed at 01:30.

After all, the emptiness contained in the giant kun's skin is directly proportional to its size.

The piece of giant kun skin in Chen Hai's hand is only a little bit big, so that's fine, and a lot of its spirituality has been lost.

Using such a piece of skin to refine the storage bag, even if the refining is successful, how much space can there be in it?

Regarding this, Chen Hai really didn't know what to do!
But even so, such a magical thing still has a great attraction for him.

If not, he would not have spent such a large price to change his savings from eight figures to seven figures, and buy gold to refine fine gold.

Although I was a little flustered in my heart, the matter had come to this point, the money was spent, and the gold I bought had turned into fine gold.

At this moment, the arrow is on the string, and he has no choice but to send it. Even if Chen Hai wants to regret it, it is already impossible.

"Hongming, help me protect the law..." Looking at the Hongming knife placed on the chair a few steps away, Chen Hai gave a warning.

He left home and ran to the old house to refine storage bags, but under the guise of going back to Kyoto.

Regardless of his success or failure in refining the storage bag, he will leave Liuyuan County after the incident, and will not return to his home in a short time.

He would naturally carry the Hongming Knife with him so that he could rest assured.

It's a pity that Hong Ming is a mother who has milk.

In the absence of blood food to enshrine to it, Chen Hai greeted it, but it would not pay attention at all, let alone make any response.

Asking Hongming to protect him is just asking for comfort.

He casually told it, although he didn't get any reply, but Chen Hai didn't care.

A scorching flame the size of a baby's head was formed out of thin air in front of him, completely enveloping the piece of fine gold.

Immediately afterwards, a fine gold thread like a spider's silk stretched out from the flame.

If you want to weave this fine gold thread into a small sachet, you can't use your hands, you have to rely on the power of the soul.

Although things like pure gold are not really spiritual materials, they already possess a certain spirituality and can carry some spiritual power.

Driven by the power of Chen Hai's divine soul, the piece of pure gold extending from the flames intertwined and entangled with each other like a living thing.

For ordinary people, it takes several days to knit a sweater by hand.

It is naturally much more difficult to weave a small sachet with this kind of fine gold thread as fine as a spider's silk than knitting a sweater.

The first step of officially refining the storage bag is purely a water grind.

Inadvertently, time flies by.

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed, and it was more than ten o'clock in the evening of the third day.

A few hundred meters away, on the mountain road leading to Chen Hai's old house.

Two black shadows, one foot high and the other foot high, came directly towards this side.

"Old Hei, the house in front is the Chen Zhonghua's house you mentioned?" The house in front was already vivid in his memory, the two slowed down a little, and one of them asked.

"Yes, that's right there. This Chen Zhonghua has a college student in his family and has moved to the county to become a city dweller!"

"During the Chinese New Year, their family came back and smoked whenever they met. Guess what kind of cigarettes Chen Zhonghua smoked? Let me tell you, it's ten yuan a pack of refined white sand."

"It seems that their family has really made a fortune after going to the city!"

Another person, with a mysterious look, deliberately lowered his voice, and responded.

This person is called Chen Laohei, and he is also from Chenjiaping.

The same surname is Chen, but their family is relatively distant from Chen Hai's family, and they don't have much contact with each other on weekdays.

But even so, during the Chinese New Year, when he met Chen Zhonghua, he still had a warm face and gave him a piece of fine white sand.

The other person, named Yan Sanpao, was from a neighboring village, and he was Chen Laohei's best friend.

During this period of time, the two were suffering from the same illness, their luck was bad, and they were about to lose their cards when they played cards.

The two of them, who had nothing in their pockets, chatted nonsense, and Chen Laohei talked about Chen Zhonghua's family.

Knowing that there was no one in the room, and that Chen Zhonghua's family would hardly come back on weekdays, that guy Yan Sanpao rolled his eyes and started thinking.

After hearing that they were going to come here to try their luck and see if they could make a small fortune, the two guys hit it off immediately.

"Old Hei, didn't you say that after the Chinese New Year, the Chen Zhonghua family will all go back to the county, and there will be no one in their old house at all?"

"Look, in his room, why is there a faint light shining through it?"

When he was 40 to [-] meters away from the old house, Yan Sanpao, who was walking in front of him, paused. With a look of confusion on his face, he pointed to the front and said.

"It's really a fire? It's almost midnight. How can there be people in this place at this time?"

Chen Laohei, also confused, stopped in his tracks.

During the day, he inadvertently passed by this neighborhood two or three times.

Every time, looking this way, the gate of this old house has been tightly closed.

Logically speaking, at this time, there should be absolutely no one in this room.

"Old Hei, what should we do? There are obviously people in the room, why don't we go back?" After hesitating for a while, Yan Sanpao tried to speak and suggested.

Came here to make a small fortune, but he was the first to mention it!

On weekdays, he and Lao Hei did a lot of things like stealing chickens and dogs, climbing over walls and entering houses.

The most exaggerated time was when they entered the house and were discovered by the owner. These two guys, relying on the murder weapon in their hands, went from stealing to direct robbery.

But now, looking at Yan Sanpao's appearance, he seemed to be retreating in his heart.

"It's all here, it's already here, so I'm afraid of a fart!"

"Who knows what's going on with the light coming out of the room? What if the people inside are walking with us?"

"Besides, the two of us are carrying guys with us. Go there first and see the situation."

"There's really something wrong, don't be stage frightened, one word, just do it..."

Chen Laohei's face was ruthless, he just hesitated for a moment, he gritted his teeth, and greeted Yan Sanpao beside him.

Then, he took out the small ax that he was carrying with him, held it in his hand, and strode forward.

(End of this chapter)