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Of course, normality is only superficial, in fact, Situ Jin's heart has indeed undergone some kind of change, some unknown change.

Now, for example, in the morning he had just cut a very thick trunk in the forest next to the waterhole, and then he had slashed around the tree with his great sword, and it seemed that he was not idle, but if you looked closely, you would see that his movements were clearly very absent-minded.

It's no wonder that his mind is not on the trunk in front of him at all. The hands are indeed moving, but the heart doesn't know where to go.

For a while, I thought of the scene when he just met Tong Qingyun, and then I thought of the appearance of Tong Qingyun when he was eating, and then my mind jumped to the picture when Tong Qingyun had just come out of the bath, and then, the appearance of Tong Qingyun lying in his arms last night appeared in front of his eyes again.

In short, his head is not idle for a moment, thinking about things and west, but all the pictures are inseparable from Tong Qingyun.

In the end, the picture was frozen this morning, and Tong Qingyun returned to his usual elegant and indifferent appearance. Thinking of this, a trace of clarity finally appeared in Situ Jin's mind.

That's right, overnight, Tong Qingyun was indeed different from before in his heart, but what was the difference, Situ Jin couldn't say.

Shaking his head vigorously, Situ Jin tried to get rid of all the mess in his mind, the most urgent thing for him at the moment was to fulfill the requirements that Slote had given him, not to think about whether he had or not.

He refocused his gaze on the trunk of a tree in front of him, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the messy stripes he had drawn on the trunk.

Look at what he did this morning.

After adjusting his mentality, Situ Jin raised his big sword again, and slashed down along a point in the middle of the trunk, back and forth, repeating it many times, and finally only a trough about half a foot deep appeared on the trunk.

Because he was afraid of using too much force to break this trunk in half, Situ Jin had been carefully controlling his strength, and for the rest of the day, he just repeated this action.

Because he had been holding a 400-kilogram sword, by the evening, he felt that his arm had lost sensation and was completely numb.

Day after day, ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and Situ Jin still only repeated that action in the past ten days, but after so many days, he did not grasp the essentials of carving at all.

On this day, Situ climbed to the top of the mountain with doubts and found Slote.

"I said, uncle, you asked me to carve things out of wood, does this really have any effect?"

Slote was lying on his back under a big tree in a large shape, and when he heard Situ Jin's words, he first squinted at Situ Jin, and then stretched out a hand and hooked his finger towards Situ Jin.

Situ Jin knew that this was Slot's wine with him again, although he was a little dissatisfied with Slot's alcoholic side, but Situ Jin still took out two small jars of wine and handed them to Slot.

Seeing the wine, Slot's whole person was really energetic immediately, just now he was a little lazy, but now he was like a wolf seeing a sheep, his eyes were shining, he snatched the wine jar from Situ Jin's hand, opened one of the wine jars, raised his head and drank a big sip, Slote let out a sound of enjoyment with satisfaction.

At this time, he finally shifted his gaze from the wine altar to Situ Jin's body: "What, boy, are you doubting what your uncle said?"

Situ Jin pursed his lips: "It's not that I doubt you, for ten days, I have been scratching around that tree with my sword every day, but I haven't found a knack for carving, so how can I continue?"

"Hmph!" Slote took another sip of wine, and then snorted coldly: "It's normal that you can't find the feeling, who told you to be reckless and have to use such a heavy sword, when you first started practicing carving, you must use a handy tool, do you think your big sword can be called a handy tool?"

After a pause, Slote said again: "I see that you have a hard time with it, how can you still devote yourself to practicing carving?!"

Situ Jin looked at Slot: "Then what do you say?"

"No!" Slote suddenly took out a dagger with a golden pattern out of nowhere, handed it to Situ Jin, and said: "Carving this kind of thing is not in a hurry, you need to find the feeling before you can continue to start, at the beginning, I took a long sword to practice carving, which is a kind of lofty practice in itself." You take this dagger and practice first, and then it's not too late to use the sword when you find the feeling!"

Situ Jin took the dagger from Slot's hand suspiciously: "Since that's the case, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Tell you earlier?" Slote looked at Situ Jin with some sarcasm: "Even if I told you not to use your big sword, would you be willing?" It is better to let you experience it yourself, you will naturally come to me again when you encounter difficulties, and it is not easier to accept it when you tell you at this time?"

After Slote finished speaking, Situ Jin looked at Slote with some surprise, but he didn't expect this guy to look like a drunkard, and he had a pretty accurate grasp of people's thoughts.

Pulling out the outer sheath of the golden dagger with one hand, a faint aura of slaughter instantly diffused from the blade of the dagger, feeling the weight of this dagger, Situ Jin looked at Slote and said, "This dagger is not an ordinary object, right?"

has been a killer for so many years, Situ Jin is also relatively familiar with all kinds of assassination weapons, and daggers are naturally among them, although he may not be able to identify the exact value of these assassination weapons at once, but he can also judge a rough idea. The dagger that Slote gave him was not an ordinary dagger at first glance.

Unexpectedly, after Situ Jin finished asking, Slote said with a nonchalant face: "What's unusual, it's not just a broken dagger, if you really think it's unusual, then give me a few more jars of wine." ”

Seeing that Slote seized the opportunity to bargain with him for wine, Situ Jin couldn't help but laugh and cry: "It seems that for you, there is really nothing more important than wine!"

After chatting with Slote for a few more words, Situ Jin took the dagger that Slote gave him down the mountain.

Not long after walking back to the edge of the waterhole, Situ Jin was thinking about what to prepare for Tong Qingyun for a while, when suddenly, Tong Qingyun's whole person appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Today, Tong Qingyun is still wearing a black and white wide robe, embroidered with several square gold symbols on the robe, this little gold makes Tong Qingyun's whole person look noble and dignified, with a low-key and gorgeous temperament all over his body, combined with Tong Qingyun's exquisite and beautiful face, people can't help but sigh, this kind of woman really shouldn't appear in this world!

(To be continued.) )