After practicing his body technique, Ye Changsheng rose to the sky and returned to the top of the cliff.

The suspended wheelchair seemed to have spirituality, flew up from the bottom of the cliff, circled for a moment, re-came to its owner's side, and sat down.

Ye Changsheng sat back in the wheelchair, took out the immortal sword on his waist, and carefully wiped it.

I don't practice swords today, and my mood is a little unstable, but I should always pay attention to the maintenance of my sword.

The Immortal Sword is an ethereal sword, and it has become the official sword of Immortal since the last bloody sacrifice.

He first wiped the hilt of the sword with dense silk and deerskin, then took out the small white bottle, poured out a drop of sword marrow, and dripped it onto the sword.

The colorful Nine Spirit Sword Essence penetrated into the sword body with a loud sound, and even the layer of liquid light film remaining on the surface also penetrated into it.

"Buzz!"

The almost transparent body of the Immortal Sword trembled lightly, as if it was emitting a joyful cheer.

The next moment, the sword body rose into the air, hovering above Ye Changsheng's head for a moment, and then flew above the cliff, the tip of the sword straight down, quietly suspended there.

The sword body flashed with a faint light, like breathing, with a mysterious rhythm, the essence of the sword essence and the essence flowing between heaven and earth, constantly penetrating into the sword body, absorbed by the greedy sword spirit.

Ye Changsheng didn't pay attention to it anymore, but took out the black carving knife and carved it casually with a piece of white jade.

During this period of time, Changsheng's carving homework has not been left behind, and his skills have been greatly improved compared to before.

The way of carving lies in the words "shape" and "meaning".

At the beginning, Ye Changsheng's knife technique was very rough, and his understanding of meaning was not enough, so the work not only had a rough appearance, but also lacked aura.

As he continued to practice, his sword skills began to become exquisite, and he began to give spirituality to his works, the representative of which was the human sculpture he gave to Nannan, and the white jade dragon eagle given to the governor.

Gradually, Changsheng's understanding of Yi became more and more profound, perhaps related to his own realm, and Dao rhyme began to appear in his works.

With rhyme, Ye Changsheng only needs a few knives to complete a highly interesting freehand work.

But that's about it.

The focus of Changsheng carving has returned to the practice of knife technique.

The trajectory of the carved knife contains his comprehension of the way of the sword.

To practice swordsmanship is to practice kendo.

On the white jade, there are countless clear and soft lines, which are so complicated that they are incomparable.

The mountains and rocks are craggy, and the hole in the middle is full of three-dimensional and spatial sense, and the floating clouds spread from one end of the hole to the other, and there is a subtle sense of movement in the peace.

Yun came out of the cloud unintentionally, and this is the name of this work.

Anyone who sees this white jade statue will be amazed by the unearthly composition and elegance, and will be attracted by the Taoist rhyme that combines movement and static.

Even those who know nothing can feel a sense of peace from this statue, a secret harmony from nature.

And in the eyes of the masters, they spied the existence of sword intent from the complicated lines and the movement of the white clouds!

That's right, this statue contains the first sword intent that Ye Changsheng comprehended, the Izumo sword intent.

It's just that in Ye Changsheng's opinion, it is not perfect, and it still has flaws.

Not only the flaws in his carving skills, but also the flaws in the sword intent itself.

The position of his last knife did not stop at the center of gravity of the statue, and it was precisely because of this slight deviation that the overall deviation of the statue was displaced.

The mountain stone and the white clouds were not completely integrated, and when Ye Changsheng turned an angle to look again, the rigidity of the statue was exposed.

The metaphysical is the way, and the metaphysical is the instrument.

His Tao is not perfect after all, so it is imperfect when it is given to the instrument.

Compared with the statue of the owner of the tomb, "the unity of Taoism and instruments", this "cloud unintentionally came out of Xiu", which can only be regarded as an inferior product.

Changsheng shook his head regretfully, and with a big hand, he crushed the statue into powder.

Originally, he planned to use his carving skills to slightly improve the hilt of the Immortal Sword, but now it seems that the time is not yet ripe.

The ethereal sword is cast, the hilt and the body of the sword are originally one, and any slight changes may destroy the artistic conception and harmony of the whole.

With his current craftsmanship, he is far from reaching the realm of "moisturizing things silently".

Besides, with the pickiness of the sword spirit, he will definitely despise him.

Putting away the carving knife, the Immortal Sword also flew back after absorbing the essence of the sword essence, lying obediently on Ye Changsheng's legs.

When Ye Changsheng took out a black vial, the spring-like sword body suddenly trembled and made a buzzing sound, like a coquettish child.

Changsheng said helplessly: "Bear with me any longer, I will soon equip you with a scabbard, and we will no longer have to disguise." ”

In the black vial, it was filled with sword lacquer, which was blended by Changsheng himself.

The sword lacquer itself is harmless to the sword body, just to hide the amazing brilliance and aura of the Immortal Sword.

This is also something that cannot be helped, the hilt of the Immortal Sword is now equipped with a cloth scabbard that is wound with layers of linen.

This kind of scabbard is tantamount to cultivating a spirit sword, and it can't hide the aura and aura of an ethereal sword.

When he first met Qin Feng, he was able to gain Qin Feng's trust because Qin Feng had sensed the extraordinaryness of the Immortal Sword with the acumen of a sword cultivator.

Therefore, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble and wantless coveting from others, Changsheng had no choice but to paint the Changsheng Sword.

After calming down for a moment, the Immortal Sword quieted down, and was soon smeared in a dark black, not only did the light fade, but the aura was also covered by a few points.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and in the morning light, Ye Ru's tall and sassy figure appeared on the path to the top of the world.

Ye Changsheng lost his mind slightly, Ye Ru had already come to the front.

Ye Ru lowered her eyes, bowed down and said, "Childe, ask the Sword Hall over there, there are two strange guests, and they are not small, the chief manager asks you to go back." ”

After speaking, Ye Ru walked to the back of the wheelchair, gently pushed the wheelchair, and walked down the mountain.

Ye Changsheng wanted to speak several times, and finally sighed helplessly.

After Ye Ru changed her surname, the smug sister Xinru in the past disappeared and became a taciturn cold-faced girl.

The cultivation homework she arranged for herself was very heavy, and she was almost desperate to improve her strength, but even so, she did not give up her position as the captain of the personal guard.

Ye Changsheng wanted to change Ye Ru to an easy position many times, but he was afraid of hurting her self-esteem.

He knew Ye Ru's thoughts, and Ye Ru regarded himself as a dead soldier.

Her cultivation was no longer enough to protect him, but she could use her own life to block a fatal blow for him.

Anytime.

"I'm going to the capital with you!" Ye Ru said resolutely on the silent way down the mountain.

(End of chapter)