Under the dark clouds, the fierce wind roared.
Swish...
A car stopped at the entrance of the main hall.
White Ears, holding a thick stack of docunts, quickly jumped out of the car and dashed into the hall.
"Bleat bleat bleat!"
In the deepest part of the hall, the ntor sat behind the Bronze Table, writing and calculating.
The two siblings, Butterfly Knot and Small and Big Eyes, were using the latest "docunt cleaning machine" to clean so old docunts.
"Huh?"
White Ears felt a bit down as he lightly placed a stack of Stone Slabs and Copper Plates next to the "docunt cleaning machine."
He stretched his fluffy head, fox-like eyes squinting, observing the new machine.
He didn’t like this machine!
The machine was actually a long bronze trough, over three ters in length, placed on one side of the hall.
The trough contained water and algae.
The roots of the algae were exposed and yearned for mud, wanting more mud to cover its roots.
It would wrap its algae body around every docunt thrown in, using leaf-like fine brushes of algae to scrape out every sar of mud and even every speck of dust in the crevices, covering its roots.
Butterfly Knot was beside it, placing dirty docunts inside while taking out the clean ones, grinning widely.
"Bleat bleat bleat!"
The machine was convenient and fast, cleaning the docunts brilliantly!
Every day, just by digging out the mud covering the algae roots, it could continuously work.
To create such a machine, the ntor was truly amazing!
"Hoo hoo hoo."
After placing down the docunts, White Ears turned to leave, tail drooping, and went back to the excavation site.
He didn’t like this machine!
Before it existed, he could place docunts next to the ntor’s table, and the ntor would look up and pat his head.
Every ti he brought docunts, the ntor would pat and hug him.
But now, with this machine, it was in the center of the hall, dozens of ters away from the ntor.
He could leave once he placed down the docunts, without a reason to approach under the ntor’s hand.
This made him particularly aggrieved!
He drooped his head, secretly glanced back.
Suddenly heard the ntor speak.
"White Ears, don’t leave yet, help move the docunts over."
"Hoo!"
White Ears lifted his head, cheers, quickly embraced a stack of freshly cleaned docunts, dashed to the ntor, piling the docunts onto the Bronze Table.
And was picked up by the ntor, hugged into his arms, his sturdy neck stroked.
"Is everything normal at the excavation site?"
White Ears nodded.
"Bleat bleat bleat!"
Bai Mo picked up a piece of docunt and began reading.
"Wait a mont, I’ll see the docunt’s content, maybe there’s an important clue you need to take back to the excavation site."
White Ears shrank into the ntor’s embrace, watching the docunt with the ntor.
The Bronze Plate had been washed to a verdant green, the surface’s mud and roughness gone, at a glance like a crude counterfeit bronze from Taobao.
What was even more comndable was this cleaning machine, without damaging the text on the plate. Even the finest cracks on the plate, restored to its original state.
"Huh?"
This machine was truly excellent!
Bai Mo drank tea while stroking White Ears’ plump belly, reading the docunt.
"Why are the recent findings all related to plant machine studies?
"Did the Ancient Immortals, put so much effort into this study?
"Logically, shouldn’t they dedicate more effort to upgrading?"
Bai Mo flipped through the docunt, examining a few plates.
The White Ears in his arms nuzzled against the ntor’s chest, then jumped out.
"Bleat bleat bleat, hoo hoo hoo!"
The ntor had no instructions, so he should go back to work!
With a couple shouts of farewell, he "shoom shoom shoom" dashed out of the hall, dived into the car, kicked the accelerator, and left.
After the disciple left, Bai Mo continued to examine the docunts.
"Plant Machine Research Institute?
"Literally translated, it’s this aning, right?"
The Stone Slab Bai Mo held was a gift of docunt from Marquis Qing Yue to the Plant Machine Research Institute.
{@... Immortal Path is long, too many fall midway, too many die of old age before reaching the end, too many go astray on the Immortal Path, trapped forever}
{@Today’s Immortal Path is not perfect}
{@Nine paths, within each, misty unexplored areas, pitfalls of eternal regret}
{@Success doesn’t enter the mist, doesn’t tread the pitfall}
{@Failure lost in the mist, regret lifelong}
{@Success isn’t due to knowledge but luck}
{@Failure isn’t due to folly but misfortune}
{@Plant machine studies, shrouded in mist on the Immortal Path, countless predecessors resolutely entered, lifelong confusion with nothing gained...}
Below, the writing had blurred over millennia.
"Probably words of encouragent and admonition?"
Bai Mo had comprehended.
It turned out the Ancient Immortals, saw plant machine studies as part of perfecting the Immortal Path?
"Since the docunts excavated are all about this, one should learn.
"Perhaps, this knowledge, indeed could converge into a vessel?"
Bai Mo grinned, continued to read the docunts.
With the cleaning machine in place, temporarily in the hall without other work, Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot enjoyed leisure.
They ran to the ntor’s sofa, nestled into the ntor’s arms, reading the docunts together.
This docunt not only had text, but surprisingly included illustrations?
The illustrations were horizontal and vertical lines, with so swirling curves around them... looked very sophisticated!
Bai Mo, while watching, had a peculiar expression.
"This... so down-to-earth?"
The docunt recorded the Ancient Immortals’ desire to study a kind of curtain that could automatically open and close.
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