After making a simple breakfast, Yi Tianxing went to the grove to play happily with the spirit pig, and had a hearty battle, still not talking about the opponent of the spirit pig, but seeing its angry appearance, Yi Tianxing was satisfied.

Leaving the grove, he ran to Lan Ruoxi's school, but no one was there at this time, so Yi Tianxing had to wait quietly in front of the door, practicing standing piles and divine shadow steps.

"Why are you here?"

Lan Ruoxi came to the school at the usual time, and as soon as she walked through the bamboo forest, she saw a young man in a blue suit practicing boxing in the open space in front of the school, and she was a little happy in her heart.

"Mr. Lan is good-looking and speaks well, why wouldn't the students come?"

Yi Tianxing stopped his cultivation and wiped his sweat and teased.

"Come in, if you're poor-mouthed. ”

Opening the wooden door and the two walked into the entrance hall, the content of today's lecture is still the first article of the "Rites".

During the whole class, no other students joined in, there were Confucian teachers on the stage to talk, and there were students in the audience to study seriously, which was enough.

"Mr. Lan, how many times a day do you teach?"

"You can come at this time in the morning, and the afternoon class is at Shen time. ”

The Confucian teacher in the Ziyuan Academy teaches, and every class is an hour, even if there are no students who listen to the class, they have to stay in the school until the end of the class, of course, the Confucian teacher also has a monthly money, which has nothing to do with the number of students who attend the class, and each Confucian teacher has the same monthly money.

Generally, the Confucian teachers who stayed in the Ziyuan Academy were relatively poor, and they pursued the highest Confucianism and Taoism, not those gold and silver treasures, and most of the Confucian classics in the Ziyuan Academy were open to the Confucian teachers in the school, and only a small number were open to foreign scholars.

"Mr. Lan, please pay attention to safety on the road, I will go first. ”

Getting the exact time, Yi Tianxing trotted away, ran to the bamboo forest and remembered something, turned around and beckoned before disappearing into the bamboo forest.

Lan Ruoxi shook her head slightly with a smile on the corner of her mouth, not knowing whether she was helpless or relieved, she walked quietly on the path in the bamboo forest alone, looking up at the blue sky, today's sun is exceptionally warm, like her father's embrace when she was a child, and the autumn wind swept over her face, like a spring breeze.

After Yi Tianxing left the school, he did not go back to the wooden house, but came to the grocery store of the school.

"Do you have axes and carving knives for sale?"

Working in the grocery store was a young man about the same age as Yi Tianxing, and when he entered the door, he still held a copy of "Rites" and looked at it solemnly, and waited until Yi Tianxing came back to his senses, and hurriedly turned out a brand-new iron axe and a carving knife with a black grip from the utility room.

"A total of ten taels of silver. ”

The young man handed the two things to Yi Tianxing with an apologetic smile, his job is to sell things, but he was fascinated, and if he was seen by the shopkeeper, he might be scolded.

With his left hand, he wiped the Sumeru ring, took ten taels of silver and put it on the counter, Yi Tianxing put the axe and carving knife into the Sumeru ring and left, the little two in the grocery store are so dedicated to studying, shouldn't he also work hard.

When he returned to the wooden house, he ran towards the grove, holding an ax in his hand, naturally he wanted to cut wood, Yi Tianxing came to the edge of the grove, and cut it with an axe.

The tree didn't cut down the spirit pig but was passively attracted by it, Yi Tianxing didn't have any idea of fighting now, he just wanted to cut down the tree to make something small.

Taking advantage of the fact that the spirit pig was far away from him, he grabbed the axe and turned his head to run, and when he saw that Yi Tianxing did not fight with him, the spirit pig also snorted twice and twisted his little tail to go back to his nest and continue to sleep.

"You use this to cut wood?"

Lu Zhengchu seemed to be able to see through, standing at the door of the wooden plank room, and when he saw Yi Tianxing coming back, he pointed to the iron axe in his hand and asked.

"What are you going to do without an axe?"

Yi Tianxing subconsciously asked, and then his pupils constricted and flew out suddenly.

"With your fists!"

Responding to Yi Tianxing with actions, Lu Zhengchu glanced at Yi Tianxing, who was holding his abdomen, and turned around and walked into the wooden room, fortunately, he remembered that the kid was still the first cultivator, and he collected ninety percent of his strength in time.

"Oh my mother, can my fists compare to yours?"

Grinning and getting up from the ground, Yi Tianxing scolded a few words in a low voice, hunched over and staggered towards the grove, not knowing that he thought he had diarrhea.

After the pain in his abdomen was relieved, Yi Tianxing looked around cautiously, did not see the figure of the pig, came to the tree that he had chopped with an axe before, took a deep breath and held his breath to concentrate, the true qi surged in the palm of his hand, the blood vessels in his arm burst out, and he quickly punched out.

With a full blow and eighty percent of the dark energy, nearly three hundred catties of huge force fell on the big tree, and fell down with a click, and there was a slight vibration in the woods, and you don't have to think about it to know that the pig is coming.

Hurriedly dragged the big tree to the plank house, leaving a long trail on the ground, and the spirit pig jumped up and down on the edge of the woods, but could not get out.

Since an ordinary axe cannot cut down such a tree, then the carving knife that you bought yourself is useless.

"This is a silver and iron tree, and it must be burned with fire. ”

Lu Zhengchu walked out of the wooden room again, holding a cigarette stick, and took a few sips at the tree that was three zhang high and one zhang wide, and said a word, and walked towards the school area with a faint smoke.

Hearing the prompt, Yi Tianxing suddenly realized that there was a record of this kind of tree on the stone tablet, but he didn't know what it looked like.

The silver iron tree is a first-class spirit wood, the bark is wrapped in a layer of oil, and the trunk is a silver soft material, which will not be ignited by fire, except for the grease on the bark.

The fingertips pressed against the bark, and a wisp of true qi was injected into the palm of the hand to force out the fingertips, and it burned instantly when it came into contact with the air.

The grease ignited as soon as it caught fire, and the fire spread to the entire tree, affecting the surrounding air and heating up.

About the time it took to burn the tea, there was a charred black patch on the ground, and he took out an axe to chop off useless branches, scraped off the charred bark, and the silver trunk was exposed to the air.

Wielding an axe, he split the trunk of the tree into square and foot-sized pieces of wood, piled them back to his plank house, and then couldn't pile them up after half of them.

I had to put it next to the house and stack it, took a few pieces of wood and found a clean place, took out a carving knife and carved it on the wooden block bit by bit.

Sawdust falls slowly, and a pillar of incense carves a person's head in time, and the appearance is clear and you can see the smile hidden at the corner of the mouth.

In terms of wood carving, although Yi Tianxing is not professional, his level is also good, and ordinary dolls can be carved out to resemble seven fractals.

"Yo, Lao Yi is bored to this extent? ”

When Yi Tianxing was carving seriously, an uninvited guest arrived, Lai Budong was holding a blue and white jade pot in his hand, and his eyes lit up when he saw Yi Tianxing sitting in the open space.

"Carved dolls? It looks a little familiar. ”

Yi Tianxing was unaffected and concentrated on holding the carving knife, but Lai Budong did not give up, picked up a puppet that had been carved and touched his chin and thought alone.

", isn't this Lan Ruoxi! Yi Tianxing, you want cow dung to raise flowers?"