In the afternoon, several people passed through a vast bamboo forest. The bamboos were thick and strong, with each root straight. Ordinary bamboos were only six or seven meters high, but these bamboos were more than twenty meters each, thicker than a person's waist. At first glance, it was like entering a magic array, with almost identical bamboos everywhere. If it weren't for the gravel and roadbed under their feet to guide them, even eight pairs of eyes would have gotten lost in it.
Tang Yanqiu stopped the car, walked to the bamboo, touched the hard bamboo, and sighed: "This bamboo is so good, it is suitable for making arrows. Our arrows were made of bamboo from Mount Emei before, but this bamboo is better than the previous bamboo."
Others also got out of the car and looked at the bamboos.
Zhuang Yao looked at the quiver behind him and asked, "How many arrows did you bring this time?"
"More than a hundred. Too many to fit in the car."
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