Although Yue Ziran admitted defeat, the others understood that it was actually Hao Datong who lost.

If he hadn't finally relentlessly used his internal strength, and then crushed the plum branch with the edge of his blade, it would have been a matter of moments for Yue Ziran to win him.

However, Hao Datong ignored these. Obviously, he had comprehended this battle again, and stayed where he was, frowning, thinking hard. The others didn't dare to disturb him, for fear of cutting off his understanding, so they could only continue to sit in their seats and talk about some unnutritious topics.

Qiu Chuji wanted to compete with Yue Ziran, but Yue Ziran said that he would no longer move, he could only say stupidly: "So lazy, I don't know how you got your swordsmanship attainment." ”

Yue Ziran casually took out a carving knife and a piece of wood carving from the close-up package, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you think too much in your mind, you will naturally understand." And you don't have to use a sword to practice swords......" he said, raising the wood carving in his hand, "As long as the sword intent arrives, you can also practice swords." ”

After that, Yue Ziran ignored them, picked up the carving knife and carved it on the wood carving.

He also had some understanding in the battle just now.

He has a habit of mixing what he has learned into wood carvings whenever there is a breakthrough in swordsmanship. The wood carving in his hand is what he has been keeping by his side after he planted a fighting sword with the sick son. Between the road and dinner, if you have an understanding, you will carve one or two knives, and now after the test with Hao Datong, plus some new comprehension, it is almost successfully completed.

Everyone looked at the wood carving in his hand, and soon moved their eyes to Huang Rong's face on the side, at this time she was staring at the wood carving in Yue Ziran's hand with great interest.

"Like, too much. Zhu Cong couldn't help but praise, and the others also nodded in agreement.

The wood carving in Yue Ziran's hand had been completed for the most part at this time, and it was about to come to an end. The carving is of a woman, lifelike, vivid, fluttering clothes, long flying, as if she is about to come to life and fly away by the wind.

Yue Ziran slashed quickly, without any thought, as if Huang Rong had already been in the wood carving, and his task was only to peel it off.

He carved like this, and everyone looked at it like this, first paying attention to admiring Yue Ziran's exquisite skills, and then immersing their eyes on the carving knife in his hand.

His knife work seems to have been connected to his heart, like an arm and a finger. There are not many knives, but there are many knives, along the lines of the wood, casually, but they can always be just right, and there is no failure.

People who have attainments in swordsmanship can even show a sword intent in it, light and soft, continuous, heavy and not gravity, beautiful and chic, and full of form and spirit.

The last knife is the most exquisite, seemingly casually slashed on the forehead, but it makes the wood carving really come to life, naughty, clever, and simple expressions leap on it, making everyone sigh.

"Alright. Yue Ziran breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and did not appreciate the fruits of his labor. Huang Rong hurriedly snatched it from his hand and said happily, "This is mine." ”

Yue Ziran did not object, but the others were all envious, especially Hao Datong, he knew that after he got this carving, he could completely understand his swordsmanship according to the sword intent above, instead of looking for Yue Ziran everywhere to compete.

However, this carving is this girl, if Hao Datong asks for it, I am afraid it will be very inappropriate.

Once the qiē is done, the others are leaving. Qiu Chuji and the other Quanzhen Daoists naturally want to chase after Wan Yan Kang, as for how the matter ends in the end, it is not something that Yue Ziran cares about, as long as Wan Yan Kang can't catch up with Mu Nianci and them. The Seven Monsters of Jiangnan also want to go with them, one can go back to Jiangnan by the way, and the other can help their apprentices.

They originally wanted to invite Yue Ziran to go with them, but the beggars here had nothing to do, but Yue Ziran couldn't get out.

Wang Chu and the others had to brave the snow to hurry, and when they saw that it was not early, they did not delay any longer.

Yue Ziran sent them to the door of the inn, at this time the snow was falling urgently, in the snowflakes, Yue Ziran stood in front of Ke Zhenxi, and suddenly asked, "Does Senior Ke still remember my previous promise?"

Ke Zhenwei nodded.

Yue Ziran laughed: "If there is anything in the future, Yue Ziran will be sent." ”

Ke Zhenwei laughed "haha", but said a little desolately: "Don't worry, I will definitely remember your promise, after all, it was exchanged for my brother's life." ”

The group was dressed differently, but most of them were heavy enough to keep out the cold. After saying goodbye to Yue Ziran, they turned around and got on their horses together, and disappeared into the vast white snow with a whip.

At this time, the snow fell more rapidly, the north wind blew more tightly, and the streets were completely devoid of pedestrians.

Sun Fugui stepped forward and asked flatteringly, "Master, can you pass on this sword carving skill to me?"

Yue Ziran turned his head to go back to the inn, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "When you make the foundation as solid as white, let's talk about the rest." ”

Sun Fugui suddenly looked like an eggplant beaten by frost after autumn.

"Huh, there are really people who are hurrying in the snow like the old Taoist priests. Huang Rong held Yue Ziran's right hand, and the other hand grasped the wood carving, and when she turned to go back, she suddenly saw a person walking through the snow curtain and into her field of vision.

When Yue Ziran turned his head to look at the words, the man had already approached, it was a gray-robed monk, wearing a slightly thin monk's robe, wearing a felt hat on his head, and a lot of snow had fallen on his shoulders, some of which had melted and soaked his clothes.

This monk is about a little older than Yue Ziran, and he is all elegant, magnificent, and magnificent, and he is like a scholar who is full of learning and a master of scripture, if he is not wearing a monk's robe, he is like a scholar.

He looked up and saw Yue Ziran, looked carefully through the falling snowflakes, and after his eyes paused for the jewel ring on his finger, he took heavy steps, stepping on one footprint after another in the snow, and walked towards Yue Ziran.

Looking at the row of deep footprints, Yue Ziran knew that this monk had no martial arts.

After he approached his side, Yue Ziran could see that his sleeves and other places that were prone to snow had formed ice slag, his face was red from the cold, and his snot couldn't stop flowing downward.

The monk stood still, wiped his snot lightly with a yellow silk silk, and then tucked it into his sleeve, looking indifferent, as if he didn't care about this. After making a series of movements, his gaze fell on Yue Ziran again, and he didn't stay on others for half a minute.

Obviously, he is a high-ranking monk who is proficient in Buddhism in a certain temple, not a charlatan. Yue Ziran thought to himself, but he didn't know what he was looking for himself.

"Amitabha. The monk folded his hands, chanted a Buddha name, lowered his eyebrows, his voice was soft but majestic, and the faint smell of Zen incense came from him, which made people feel shocked. He said humbly: "Master Yue, the little monk of Shaolin Temple is polite. ”

Yue Ziran was taken aback, and thought to himself: "Shaolin monk, could it be that he is a martial arts student, but I didn't see it?"

After returning the salute, I wondered a little, when did the monks of Shaolin Temple have anything to do with me?

The monk's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's thoughts, and the smile on his face was like a flower blooming into the dust, simple and elegant: "The little monk was ordered by the family teacher to heal the wounds and diseases of the Yue monks. ”

(Thanks to 868 Taize for the pimples on his face and the official three children's shoes for the reward and support)

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