"Mountain Chief, how is it?" In the study room of the academy, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Lu Zixin held the jade carving, looked at it for half an hour, and deliberately wore reading glasses polished by crystal pieces.

Oh, Lu Zixin came back to his senses and said gently: "Changsheng, the old man thinks it's very good, but the old man is not good at this, there are people in the academy who are proficient, and the old man will show him?"

Changsheng nodded, the reason why he was in a hurry to bring the jade carving over was to get the guidance of the master.

In case he deviates from his comprehension of calligraphy and painting and goes a different way, the sooner he corrects it, the better.

"Changsheng, let's do it, you still have to forge a sword during the day, and come back when you're done, how about it?"

Ye Changsheng thought for a moment, nodded and got up to leave.

In two days the king's enthronement ceremony was coming, and the sword forging was already at a critical juncture, and he could not afford to waste any more time.

Lu Zixin smiled, watched Ye Changsheng leave, returned to the desk again, and picked up the jade carving.

"Wonderful, really wonderful!" Lu Zi's eyebrows fluttered, and he was no longer the slightest reserved, and let out a sound of exclamation again and again.

Ye Changsheng's jade carving also adopts freehand techniques, and the knife technique is concise and atmospheric, which perfectly interprets the determination and murderous spirit in the chivalrous line.

Wild horses, dust, and creatures blow each other, so the horse under the crotch of the chivalrous man was carved into an ethereal cloud by Ye Changsheng, not a horse but a horse.

In this way, it is more free and easy and elegant.

Looking at the sword-wielding knight again, the power suit on his body was abstracted into large pieces, and with a few strokes, his sprinting action was interpreted.

The detail lies in the hat on his head, which has several small cuts and a sharp edge like a knife.

In this way, it reflects the chivalrous demeanor and the cold temperament.

Under the hat, the knight's face was very blurry, but the divine light in those eyes was as sharp as a knife, and he was unstoppable.

The most amazing thing is, naturally, the sword in the hands of the knight, which is simply the finishing touch, and the determination and murderous spirit contained in the statue are fully reflected in this sword.

Lu Zixin also observed the fracture of the sword, and did not find any artificial intention, but naturally fractured.

What does this mean, this shows that from the very beginning, Ye Changsheng knew that he wanted to use this sword to enhance the aura of the entire jade carving, and he did it.

This shows that Ye Changsheng injected all his determination into this sword and fulfilled this sword.

From that broken sword, Lu Zixin could feel the fierce determination and killing intent, and he could also feel the existence of a narrative.

The swords are all broken, so how tragic should the battle that the knight has experienced before, or the battle he is experiencing, be?

This broken sword is similar to the ink bamboo in "Gaojie Lingyun Map".

Lu Zixin looked at this "Chivalrous Journey" over and over again, and the more he watched it, the more he couldn't put it down.

He had seen Ye Changsheng's jade carvings before, most of which were mainly realistic, but this jade carving was a freehand style, focusing on expressing the determination and killing intent in his heart.

From the point of view of carving alone, immortality is already rare.

As for the extent to which Confucianism has been enlightened by immortality, Lu Zixin does not dare to say anything.

Carefully putting away the jade carving, Lu Zixin walked out of the study and walked towards the back mountain.

In the pine forest behind Wenshan, there is a small wooden house, silent in the night, two acres of land in front of the door, the vegetable seedlings have broken the ground, revealing a little green.

Lu Zixin entered the small courtyard, stood solemnly in front of the door of the cabin, and bowed his head respectfully and said, "Elder, Zixin received Ye Changsheng's jade carving today, and I am here to give it to you for a taste." ”

It was pitch black in the cabin, and the lights were not on, but a deep voice came: "Put it at the door." ”

"Yes!"

Lu Zixin put the wooden box containing the jade carving on the steps and bowed to leave.

When Lu Zixin turned to leave, the wooden box was gone.

In the cabin, an old man with white hair sat cross-legged on a bamboo mat and took out the jade carving from the wooden box.

"'Knight's Journey'? The old man bowed slightly, and then he picked up the jade carving and looked at it carefully.

For a moment, the corners of his mouth hooked a smile: "Wild horse dust, Taoist charm, the anger of King Kong in the eyes of chivalrous, the charm of Buddhism, the high-spirited posture, the charm of Confucianism, and this broken sword, it is clearly the charm of a sword cultivator." ”

The birth of any great work of art is completed by the creator in a state of selflessness, and it is precisely because of this that the creator will completely pour his thoughts, his own thoughts, and his own emotions into the work.

The so-called Wen Ruqi person, through this jade carving, the old man saw a real Ye Changsheng.

The aura he said was something that was nothing, and it was very small, and it was covered up by the determination of the jade carving.

But when it comes to his realm, what he pursues is precisely a kind of purity, so he can clearly perceive it.

Of course, it can't be said that this jade carving is not good, Ye Changsheng is just a child, and it only takes a few days to comprehend the freehand, and he can do this to this point, he is already a genius among geniuses.

"Huh?" The old man suddenly sighed in surprise, and his expression became solemn.

He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it on the fracture of the jade carving's broken sword, and a soft force poured into it.

As his fingertips slowly left, a gossamer-like black line of qi was also slowly pulled out.

The black gossamer swayed at the old man's fingertips, turning into nothing for a moment.

The old man's face softened: "Although it is dark energy, it is not a demon sect, this kid has not gone the wrong way." ”

Floating up, the old man came to the bookcase, spread out a piece of rice paper, and then began to study the ink unhurriedly.

The faint moonlight swayed down from the window, and the old man stood like a pine, holding a pen in his hand, and wrote five big characters like flowing water.

At noon, the Huang family soldiers made a game, and Ye Changsheng led the swordsmiths to successfully complete the eighth melting and casting, winning a round of applause.

At night, they can officially forge the sword, and when the sword is successfully cast, they will complete the decoration process, and the time is completely in time.

Just when Ye Changsheng was about to go back, Lu Zixin came.

In the small living room, Lu Zixin looked at Ye Changsheng with sighs and envy, and handed over the scroll in his hand.

"Boy, how can you let Master Yan leave the ink treasure!" Lu Zixin held the scroll, and was a little reluctant to let go.

Master Yan?

Changsheng looked dazed, but he also knew that the one who could make Lu Zixin make such a gesture was definitely not an ordinary person.

After all, he is just a small person, how can he know so many profound existences?

As the scroll slowly opened, a scent of ink came to my face.

The scroll was completely opened, and the five vigorous and powerful characters were completely presented in front of Ye Changsheng's eyes.

Look at the mountains are not mountains!