Twilight.

Chen Wenshan tied the wood-splitting knife with a cloth strap and tied it to his back. The wood knife has no scabbard, and the cloth belt made of coarse cloth is wrapped around the blade and hilt. The cloth strap is around the shoulder and buckled in front of the body, and the buckle is a live buckle for easy removal at any time.

On the ground is the firewood chopped today, a total of 6,000 roots, which means that Chen Wenshan has chopped 3,000 and a half knives today. The six thousand and one pieces of firewood are whole firewood, and more than half of the body of the firewood stands on the ground steadily. The bark covers the surface like scales, grinding the hands roughly. There is a slight trace on the upper section of the firewood, and the shallow one also runs through the entire section.

On the first day he came back, Chen Wenshan chopped 500 whole pieces of firewood, and every day after that, he chopped 100 more than the day before. Count the days, and this is the twenty-sixth day of his return. Master Yao came a few times during his period, and he was watching the young man chopping wood from afar.

Chen Wenshan put everything away and returned to his room, which was a little dim, but it did not affect his vision.

There is a water tank outside the room, which contains Chen Wenshan's usual domestic water. Now, the tank has bottomed out, and there is some black material deposited in it, which looks a little cloudy.

Chen Wenshan walked out of the door, held the edge of the tank with his hand and looked into the tank, looking at the bottom of the water Chen Wenshan sighed. There are two wooden barrels next to the water tank for the usual fetching of water. Chen Wenshan pulled the live buckle in front of him down, and the firewood knife tied to his back changed positions, and the handle of the knife was slightly exposed over his shoulder. Chen Wenshan picked up two wooden barrels and headed down the mountain.

There are two streams in Lingdi Peak, one is Huanjian Creek and the other is Huanshan Stream.

The place Chen Wenshan is going to now is the water intake place by the stream that surrounds the mountain stream.

The kitchen is halfway up the Lingdi Peak, and the mountain stream is at the foot of the Lingdi Peak.

A wooden bucket in one hand, and the wood-splitting knife on his back.

The water around the mountain stream was clear and clean, and Chen Wenshan took out a scoop from the wooden barrel and stretched it into the stream to draw water.

The water in the scoop is slowly poured into the wooden barrel, and the wooden barrel is not large enough to hold six to seven scoops of water, and two buckets of water require a total of ten scoops of water. If he wanted to fill the water tank outside the room, Chen Wenshan had to make a few more trips.

After filling a bucket of water, Chen Wenshan was silent for a while, and then scooped up a floating water with a floating gourd and drank it, and after drinking it in one gulp, the sweet and cool stream water made Chen Wenshan spit out and wiped his mouth.

"Chen Wenshan. ”

The voice came from the mountains and forests behind Chen Wenshan, Chen Wenshan stopped the movement in his hand and looked back, "Senior Brother Xia." ”

Xia Heng walked over from behind, looked at the two wooden barrels in front of Chen Wenshan, and said with a slight smile: "Water is good water, but I don't know if this bucket is a good bucket." ”

Hearing this, Chen Wenshan guessed what Xia Heng wanted to do, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously, "I can use a bucket to fetch water, and this bucket is naturally a good bucket." ”

"But I see that the bucket is broken and small, and I'm afraid it won't hold much water. If it leaks and falls on this road, won't it be a pity to have good water in the mountain stream?"

Chen Wenshan looked at Xia Heng and asked, "Senior Brother Xia, what do you mean by this?"

Xia Heng's smile looked at the warmth, but there was not much warmth, "Why do you have to pretend to be confused." ”

Chen Wenshan was happy, "Senior Brother Xia, if there is nothing else, Wenshan will not talk to you." It's getting dark, and Wen Yi has to fill the water tank outside the house before it gets dark. ”

Xia Heng looked at the mountain stream, "Show me the knife on your back." ”

Chen Wenshan was stunned, in his opinion, Xia Heng's performance today was particularly inexplicable.

"Senior Brother Xia, this knife is just an ordinary wood-splitting knife in the kitchen. Why did Senior Brother Xia look at this knife?"

Xia Heng turned his head to look at Chen Wenshan and said, "Your knife, I like it very much." ”

"If Senior Brother likes it, ask Senior Brother Lu to take an extra handful another day and give it to Senior Brother. ”

"No, I want your handful. ”

Xia Heng withdrew his gaze and approached Chen Wenshan step by step.

"My knife is not a valuable thing, but I can use it myself. Therefore, Shu Wenshan can't give this knife to Senior Brother. ”

"So you're rejecting me?"

"Senior brother, this knife is a shirt, and if you can't give it, you can't give it. ”

Chen Wenshan looked at Xia Heng, who was approaching step by step, and put his hand on the live button. This action made Xia Heng's expression cold, and his palm formed a knife-like shape, slashing out from behind him.

Chen Wenshan pulled the live buckle, turned over and stood in front of the wood-splitting knife, the cloth began to break from the middle of the knife, Chen Wenshan was forced to take a few steps back, and in the last step, Chen Wenshan's feet kicked into the soft soil by the stream to stop his body.

Chen Wenshan pulled the wood-splitting knife and put it at his side, and said, "Senior brother can't rob it." ”

The corners of Xia Heng's mouth on both sides twitched slightly, and there was mockery and contempt in his eyes, "I didn't grab your knife." ”

"Get out of here, I'll spare your life. ”

Chen Wenshan suddenly looked at Xia Heng like a fool, thinking about what Zhou Tai told him, "Some people look smart on the surface, but they are actually self-righteous fools behind their backs." He felt that it was very appropriate for Xia Heng to use these words.

"If you like to laugh, you can talk to the other people in the kitchen. Wen Shirt still has something to do, so he won't accompany his senior brother. ”

"You didn't hear what I said, get out or die!"

"Senior brother, don't deceive people too much. ”

Xia Heng looked up to the sky and smiled, pointed at Chen Wenshan and said, "Bully you! Chen Wenshan, do you know what I came to this Qingyun Sect for?"

Wen Yi didn't know, and he didn't want to know. ”

Xia Heng was completely angry, his hand was in the shape of a knife, and he was about to slash over when he suddenly stopped, he looked at a certain place in the forest, suddenly waved his hand and snorted coldly, and left here.

Chen Wenshan raised his feet and shook them, looked at the direction Xia Heng left and said, "Sick!"

Chen Wen didn't pay much attention to Xia Heng, who seemed to him to be nervous, and put the knife into a wooden bucket and then carried two buckets of water back.

After coming back, Chen Wenshan poured water into the tank, went into the house, took a cloth belt, and tied the knife as he had just done. Looking at the sky, Chen Wenshan estimated that he should be able to fill the water tank before it was completely dark, and ran a few more times with the bucket.

Glancing at the tank full of water, he closed the lid with a wooden plank.

At night, the wind rose. The leaves in the forest rustled with the wind, Chen Wenshan spread his hands, felt the wind, and his heart gradually calmed down. As if lying in the embrace of nature, Chen Wenshan's demeanor is very peaceful. He suddenly tore off the live buckle, turned over his hand and put the firewood knife across his chest, the knife rose with the wind, and the muscles of a few days of chopping wood made his muscles firmly remember the position of chopping. Naturally, he pulled the firewood knife into the flowers, stood up and walked forward. The posture is adjusted in the continuous dance, and the knife will be like a fallen leaf for a while, and like a flying flower for a while. It's obviously just a posture, but it gives people the feeling that the knife in Chen Wenshan's hand is flying like a butterfly, and it is extremely agile when it flies up and down.

The moonlight shone on Chen Wenshan's body and on the knife. The blade shone with a cold light, and a light breeze drifted by, and the wooden planks on the water tank outside Chen Wenshan's house suddenly exploded in two.

Master Yao didn't go back to his room tonight, he lay on top of a big tree, looking at Chen Wenshan's yard, and put a few sips of liquor in his mouth. The wine passed into his throat, and Master Yao pursed his lips slightly.

Master Yao looked into the distance, raised the wine in his hand as if touching it in the void, and then said, "I just said that kid is suitable for learning my knife, and I have carefully observed him since he entered the kitchen. ”

"This apprentice, I've taken it in, whoever doesn't let me accept me is in a hurry!"

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Chen Wenyi on the ground sat cross-legged on the ground, and the knife was stuck in front of him. After a long time, he opened his eyes, and the cold light flashed in those eyes, giving people the feeling of knives in the dark night. He exhaled and looked at the wooden plank on the ground that was divided into two halves, and his mood that had been happy because of the refinement of his realm became bad again. Shaking his head with a wry smile, he picked up the plank. Fortunately, the planks are not too badly damaged, and they can still be used.

Chen Wenshan put the wooden plank into a piece on the water tank, picked up the cloth tape that fell on the ground, and tied the firewood knife to his back.

Chen Wenshan is stupid, this is his self-perception.

There is a proverb in most of the Chu countries: The stupid bird flies first.

Chen Wenshan knew this sentence, so from the time he decided to learn the knife, he carried the wood-splitting knife on his back day and night. This is true for eating, and it is also true for sleeping. For twenty-seven days, he slept with the knife every night, day and night.

For some reason, since he returned, he felt that he was particularly sensitive to substances such as gold and iron, including the iron spoon that is often used in foreign kitchens for stir-frying.

Chen Wenshan returned to the room and sat cross-legged on the bed to absorb the aura of heaven and earth. The speed at which he absorbed the aura was also getting faster and faster, the original invisible barrier disappeared, and all that was left was the smooth and gradually increasing speed.

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The Baihualou in the fairy city is still so lively as before, there are many people inside and outside the building, the aroma of strong wine, the fragrance of food, and the heaviest thing is rouge......

There are two figures sitting in the No. 1 private room of Tianzi.

"Miss, the Great Wilderness is already urging. ”

"I see. ”

"A month ago, the eternal lights in the temple were flickering and flickering, and if it hadn't stabilized at the last moment, I was afraid that the consequences would have been unimaginable. ”

"Eternal light! Hmph, hum. The world is about to forget the great wilderness, what are you doing with that lamp?"

"Miss......"

"Okay, I got it. I'm just the adopted daughter of the Jiang family, so I'm not too qualified to comment on this matter. ”

"The three Shangsheng families were in a mess by the surnamed Chen, and I don't know what the current leader thinks. ”

"Miss, there are still a hundred years before the date is renewed, and when the Jiang family is in charge, the Great Wilderness should be much better. ”

"Much better! Not necessarily. The hexagram of the Holy Master has already given up one image, and the remaining three elephants are not far away. ”

"Miss, we will definitely find that person, and no matter what the situation is, I will be able to find a glimmer of life in the Great Wilderness. ”

"Hey......"

The conversation between the two ended, and the Tianzi No. 1 private room returned to tranquility.

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Qingyun Sect's Chen Wenshan took a breath and fell asleep. The super-intense slashing for several days made his spirit weak. Physical exertion can be recuperated by breathing, but mental exhaustion can only be replenished by sleep. Of course, if Chen Wenshan's realm is higher, he has to say two things.

The knife was still on his back, and he slept on his side.

Master Yao hummed a song in his mouth, carving the wood carving in his hand by the light of the candle flame, and the knife was extremely meticulous. The strength of each knife is firmly controlled in the hand. Careful and shallow, Master Yao's heart knows better than anyone else.

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