That night, Ye Wangtian crossed his legs, but could not calm down to practice. The words that the old man Ji Zhi left when he left kept echoing in his mind.

The simplest and purest thing is the birth of a wooden sculpture!

What does this mean? Ye Wangtian doesn't understand, could this fact that can be recognized at a glance imply a deeper understanding than that stunning sword?

After a long time, Ye Wangtian opened his eyes and took a long breath. He knew in his heart that this might be a great spirit, and he might also have a great realization. Returning to nature is the most authentic artistic conception! It may be difficult for him to understand it in his current state.

Already.

Ye Wangtian stopped thinking too much, calmed down, and began to practice seriously...

During the day's experiment, Ye Wangtian's simulated sword intention successfully resonated with the internal force in the body. It can be imagined that the method is correct. As long as he continues to comprehend, he can simulate the complete sword intention and break through the internal force ball.

It's just a matter of time.

The artistic conception of that knife seemed to have taken root in Ye Wangtian's mind, and was firmly engraved in the depths of his soul. It only needs to be understood and guided to thrive.

Ye Wangtian had no distracting thoughts in his mind. He reviewed the scene of the old man cutting off the knife in his mind, and tried to fit the artistic conception of it. His thoughts turned into a small carved knife and he tried it on the internal energy ball at his Dantian.

The carving knife formed from the mind trembles lightly, and the knife strikes lightly on the surface of the inner force ball, whether it is flat, or diagonal, or forceful. Each knife must be controlled with great effort, trying its best to focus on the "shape".

First reach the level of consistency with it.

Sure enough, when Ye Wangtian controlled his mind to cut off the twentieth sword, the internal force ball trembled slightly, and a tiny air flow like a spider's silk separated from it and returned to Ye Wangtian's control.

Ye Wangtian felt a sense of joy in his heart. If he wanted to separate this line of internal energy with the usual method, he would have to cut at least hundreds of them. But now that he is using this kind of knife, he can actually save dozens of times.

A lot of effort! Although it is extremely labor-intensive to control the mind to run in such a laborious trajectory, in general, the efficiency is still several times that of before.

Sure enough, when Ye Wangtian separated the second internal force, he was exhausted. With his current mental strength, he could only maintain the trajectory of this knife mark for more than forty times, and he would not be able to sustain it any more.

Already.

It took more than forty cuts and half an hour to separate the two internal forces of the spider silk. In normal times, it would have taken him two hours to separate these two internal forces, which saved three times the time! But because

After spending too much energy, Ye Wangtian rested for half an hour before starting to practice again. The overall efficiency was twice that of usual.

This was enough to make Ye Wangtian feel excited and satisfied.

The night passed quickly. During this period, Ye Wangtian separated a total of fourteen strands of internal power. The carving knife turned into his mind made nearly two hundred cuts. After the last strand of internal power was separated, Ye Wangtian rested for a while.

He no longer practices, but sits cross-legged and closes his eyes to meditate. At this moment, the sky outside the window has turned white, and he is adjusting his state, preparing to see Ji Ji.

Not long after, Liang Yu, who was sleeping in the bed next to him, turned over and sat up. Seeing that Ye Wangtian showed no signs of waking up, he quietly put on his clothes and went out, presumably to attend Shan Shuo's morning exercise. When Liang Yu waited

After walking far away, Ye Wangtian opened his eyes, his eyes clear and full of energy. He got out of bed and pushed the door open.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, and there was no habit of getting up early here. Instead, there were a few children playing and walking through the alleys in the village. Ye Wangtian did not delay and went straight to the outside of the village.

After passing the village head, he looked in the direction of the training ground. Not far away, several young men stood tall and solemn. Shan Shuo stood in front, as if he was explaining something. Ye Wangtian couldn't hear clearly. He saw

Liang Yu was among them, but Liang Yu didn't notice his arrival. Just when Ye Wangtian turned to leave, Shan Shuo, who was standing in front of everyone, seemed to glance in his direction intentionally or unintentionally.

After leaving the village, Ye Wangtian walked towards the place where the old tree was yesterday, and soon came to it. The old man was already waiting here. He was half lying on a deck chair, with his white hair disheveled, and a wooden sculpture tied around his waist.

The wooden sculpture of the woman "Ru Xin" he carved yesterday. Sensing Ye Wangtian's arrival, the old man Ji Ju sat up and smiled slightly: "Are you here?"

Ye Wangtian bowed and saluted: "Senior, it's me here!" The moment he leaned over, Ye Wangtian saw with a sharp glance that on the other side of the old man's recliner, a hatchet was lying across the side.

On the ground.

Ji Ru smiled and said: "You are very talented. This can be seen from the fact that you could catch a trace of the charm when I used the knife yesterday. So I won't tell you too many clichés. Let's go straight to the topic.

." Having said this, the old man stood up from the recliner, shook his sleeves and pointed to the hatchet on one side, and continued: "Take it and follow me." After saying that, he walked towards the dense forest.

Behind him, Ye Wangtian picked up the hatchet and looked at it, and found that it was covered with rust marks. The edge of the knife had long been blunted and there was no edge. Although Ye Wangtian had doubts in his heart, he still followed with the rusty hatchet.

Ji Zhi's pace.

Not long after, the two came to the area of ​​the virgin forest. Ji Zhi moved lightly, approached one of the ancient trees, raised his hand and patted it, then walked to another one and patted it again. Ye Wangtian didn't know who the old man was.

He Yi could only watch from the side. After a while, Ji Zhi spoke. He pointed at the tree where he was staying and said calmly: "Use the knife in your hand to chop down this tree."

Ye Wangtian was stunned, but he had to follow the instructions and approached the ancient tree. This tree was about three feet thick and more than ten feet high. It was probably the thinnest one nearby. Ye Wangtian made a slight estimate and thought that even

He raised the hatchet in his hand and slashed hard at the tree.

"Bang -" After the dull impact, a shallow mark appeared on the tree, but Ye Wangtian's hand was already numb from the shock. A hatchet as blunt and thick as an iron plate was not enough to leave a mark on the tree.

Any incision, he gritted his teeth, swung the hatchet again and struck hard at the ancient wood, once, twice.

"boom-"

"boom-"

.....

After a muffled sound, Ye Wangtian finally made a concave hole in the tree, but he was too tired to exert any effort. Sweat dripped down his forehead. Beside him, Ji Ji just smiled, "

Watching this scene, silently.

Ye Wangtian gasped and slashed at the tree one after another. Sweat covered his back, soaked his clothes, and revealed a circle of wet marks on his back. The right hand holding the handle of the knife had cracked the tiger's mouth.

Traces of blood seeped out, and even though his body was strong, he couldn't sustain this almost masochistic chopping. He had to stop and rest, he no longer had the energy to continue.

Ji Zhi, who had never spoken before, saw this and smiled at Ye Wangtian: "Isn't it very difficult?"

Ye Wangtian nodded with difficulty.

Ji Zhi slowly approached Ye Wangtian, took the rusty hatchet from his hand, and turned to face the giant tree. There was a bit of ridicule in his voice: "You can't even chop down trees, how can you become an outstanding sculpture?"

work?"

Ye Wangtian knew that the old man was about to take action, so he quickly stood aside and paid close attention to the old man's movements.

It was seen that Ji Zhi was not gathering momentum, but there seemed to be a strange fluctuation all over his body. In the midst of it, Ye Wangtian could faintly feel a kind of will.

It was the old man's will that was transformed into the outside of the field and placed on the body surface!

Old Man Ji Zhi half-carried the hatchet, and swung the knife lightly and casually, cutting across the thick trunk of the ancient tree. The speed was not very fast. But...

With a sound of "Puff -", the old man released his right hand holding the knife and stepped back a few steps. Ye Wangtian stared blankly at the hatchet that was completely submerged inside the tree trunk. He had a panoramic view of the whole process. Ye Wangtian opened his mouth.

Zhang's boss showed an expression of disbelief.

He knew that the old man had not poured any internal energy into this sword. He could not believe that this seemingly simple and casual sword could do so! Standing next to the old man, Ye Wangtian felt a profound feeling.

The mysterious artistic conception formed a field that enveloped the two of them, making his mind feel a strange resonance, and his emotions seemed to fluctuate accordingly.

Ye Wangtian looked dazed, but he heard the old man's calm voice: "When will you be able to do this, then even if you understand the meaning of this sword, I will not teach you in vain." After saying that, the old man turned around and walked alone.

I walked back to the old tree not far away, lay down leisurely on the bamboo chair, closed my eyes and rested.

Ye Wangtian came back to his senses, silently pulled out the hatchet that was buried in the tree trunk, and fell into his thoughts.

Is this a profound understanding of the sword's intention? Yesterday I only grasped the 'shape' of the sword, and now I feel the 'meaning' of the sword. If the two are added together, it is the reason for that amazing sword.

!

His eyes became firm, and he raised the hatchet in his hand again. Using the remaining touch from the old man's mind before, he swung the hatchet and started to chop at the tree.

.....

Ye Wangtian spent the whole morning chopping down trees. Even though he was out of breath several times, he still couldn't find any clue. The vague and vague artistic conception was really difficult to grasp. He just kept raising the knife repeatedly.

, chopping, pulling back, and raising the knife again. This simple process, the only reward is probably that he cut down more than a foot into the thirty-foot-thick ancient tree.

In the afternoon, Ji Zhi found Ye Wangtian and said, "Chopping down trees is a long-term effort. That's it for today. What you need to learn next is carving." As he said that, the old man picked up the tree that Ye Wangtian had thrown aside.

The hatchet turned around and slashed diagonally. A sharp light seemed to float on the blade, and the sharp edge appeared. The ancient tree suddenly fell to the ground along the cut, making a loud noise. Ye Wangtian noticed the cut at the break of the tree.

It was flat and smooth, and when I looked at the hatchet in the old man's hand, which was as rusty and thick as an iron plate, I couldn't help but click my tongue, and felt a sigh of relief in my heart.

Immediately afterwards, the old man shook his right hand, and a bone carving knife appeared in his hand. The blade shone with a cold light, as if it was polished from the teeth of some monster beast. It looked extremely sharp. Ji Zhi's figure flashed and turned into a human.

As a gust of wind, it started to swim around the giant tree, and returned to its original place after a while.

"Crash-"

After a messy knocking sound, the entire giant tree scattered itself into a pile of wood of almost the same size. These wood pieces were all about one foot long and half a foot wide and were in the shape of strips. The old man picked up one of the pieces and said: "The carvings pay attention to the shape first, and then the shape.

To achieve a spiritual resemblance, carve out an object at will and try to make it look as similar as possible. This is very simple, just use your heart!" He waved his hand and threw the bone carving knife to Ye Wangtian, who reached out to catch it.

, nodded seriously and said: "I understand, teacher!"

Immediately, Ye Wangtian sat cross-legged, picked up a long piece of wood from the ground, held the wood in one hand and a carving knife in the other, and began to imagine the shape of an object. Soon, a prototype appeared in his mind.

Ye Wangtian started to move. He held the carving knife and slowly carved on the surface of the wood. From time to time, splinters of wood broke off from the wood. The carving knife was extremely sharp, and it was not difficult for Ye Wangtian to lift it up. Soon, the wood was cut.

The shape is no longer flat, but has a curvature. Ye Wangtian stared at the wood, his hands moved slowly and cautiously, carving with a knife, grinding away the edges and corners, trying to make it as smooth as possible. First the head, then the body

, then the legs, and finally the tail.

The carving was carried out very slowly. Ye Wangtian was concentrating on it, for fear of accidentally causing any omissions or damaging the scratches that had been coordinated throughout the day. Ye Wangtian spent the whole afternoon perfecting his work...

At sunset, Ye Wangtian stood up, raised the wooden sculpture in his hand in front of him, looked at it for a moment, and showed a satisfied look on his face. It was an ape with curly hair, half squatting, with its arms on the ground, on its right hand.

Holding a long hammer weapon, it passes directly through its right shoulder and reaches the back of its head. It looks extremely majestic. However, the only drawback is that the hair on the ape's body is not carefully processed, and the ape's expression is dull.

The movement looks majestic but is actually rigid. It lacks a bit of agility and becomes an ordinary wood carving handicraft, unremarkable.
Chapter completed!