There was a new tomb beside the shabby thatched cottage. There was a small mound on one side of it. It was also a tomb, but no monument was erected because nothing was buried in it.

Ye Wangtian sat alone in front of the grave, with a look of confusion and sadness in his eyes. He thought of the old man Ji Zhi who had been alone for hundreds of years, with deep affection in his heart, and the persistence of waiting silently even though he was blind. Given his character, his heart

I couldn't help but feel sad and desolate.

Ye Wangtian used his hand as a knife to cut out a square feldspar and inscribed four characters on it.

"Ji Zhi Ru Xin"

He inserted the stone tablet straight into the center of the two tombs, using only these four words to express his deep feelings for the two elders. Although it was not enough to express, he also hoped that the two of them could meet again underground and stay together...

At this time, the sound of heavy footsteps sounded behind him, waking Ye Wangtian from his thoughts. He turned around and saw that it was Shan Shuo.

Shan Shuo looked silent and said nothing, walking towards the grave step by step, his steps were extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. When he came to the grave, he first looked at Ye Wangtian, and said in a low voice: "Master, the old man is gone.

?”

It turned out that Shan Shuo was actually the disciple of old man Ji Zhi. Ye Wangtian was stunned, and then nodded slowly.

"Plop-"

Shan Shuo knelt down in front of Ji Zhi's grave, making a dull sound as he touched the ground. He slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the stone tablet, but as if he was worried about something, he retracted his hand. His deep voice was full of sadness.

He Qingsu, with a hint of suffocation, began to speak slowly...

"Master! I know that you have never wanted to admit that you have me as your apprentice. Because I am stupid and stupid, I cannot inherit your mantle, learn your carving skills, and cannot understand your 'meaning'. But in my heart, Shan Shuo, I have always been

When you are my most respected elder

"Senior generation, I never dare to forget your kindness in teaching me, which has benefited me throughout my life. Now, you have passed away peacefully, and your disciples have come to see you off, hoping for your approval!" In the depth of his words, this strong man in his forties or fifties,

There were crystal tears in the tiger's eyes.

Then, Shan Shuo possessed himself, touched the bottom with his head, and knocked his head three times in a row, "Bang, bang, bang," and then knelt in front of the grave and stopped talking. He just lowered his head quietly, as if he was seeing off the old man.

After a long time, he stood up, looked at Ye Wangtian again, twitched the corner of his mouth, and squeezed out a forced smile: "I made a mistake. I didn't expect that you are the most talented one. With a disciple like you,

Mr. Ji must have fulfilled his wish and passed away peacefully!"

Ye Wangtian didn't answer, but just nodded. Seeing this, Shan Shuo said no more, turned around and left slowly.

After Shan Shuo had left for a long time, Ye Wangtian slowly stood up and walked towards the thatched cottage. On his waist, there was a wooden sculpture hanging, which was the same wooden sculpture that the old man had always carried with him.

Pushing open the door of the thatched cottage, everything was still the same, with a few simple household items, which clearly showed the hardship of the old man's life. He came to the side hall, and the wood carvings filled the entire wooden frame. I don't know when the old man made them. Ye Wangtian looked around

, everything was the same as usual, but it seemed empty at this moment, something was missing. Ye Wangtian was absent-minded for a while, and after a while he pushed the door open and went out.

He came to the old locust tree again. The bamboo deck chair was still in place and had not been moved. Many bamboo sticks were loose and badly worn. It had been used for many years. This was the place where the old man often closed his eyes and meditated.

This old locust tree has been with him for countless years. Ye Wangtian looked at the recliner, and vaguely remembered the first time he met the old locust tree.

The scene of a person, like snow-white hair disheveled, a pair of deep eyes looking straight at the sky, as if feeling nostalgic, as if nostalgic. Thinking of this, Ye Wangtian felt an unspeakable sadness in his heart. Such a scene, the twilight old man

That look of resentment and admiration deeply touched his heart. How many emotions must be buried in his heart to have such a look!

It's a pity that even that sad and lonely scene will never be seen again...

After stagnating for a long time, Ye Wangtian walked towards the dense forest again.

This is the place where he has practiced for more than three years. It is here that the old man demonstrated the changes of the sword's intention for him. In these three years, every inch of land, every tree, and every grass here has

Ye Wangtian was very familiar with them all, but there was missing the figure who was watching silently and sometimes showing a look of relief. Ye Wangtian gently stroked each tree and walked quietly in front of them one by one, which is what the old man often does.

things to do.

He lingered on every inch of land, every scene, and scene after scene where they had stayed in the past. The old man's increasingly stooped figure... his old face... his indifferent words... his deep eyes were lingering in Ye Wangtian's mind.

...a happy smile...

Everything seemed like yesterday. Ye Wangtian could almost remember every word, every movement and every look in the old man's eyes.

"Teacher."

Silently, a slight whisper but extremely clear words floated in the forest. While Ye Wangtian was lost in thought, he felt a salty taste at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly came back to his senses and found that tears had blurred his eyes.

He finally called out those two words, and the feelings that had been pent up in his heart for a long time exploded, making him lose his mind. For more than three years, every scene he experienced was replayed in front of his eyes, making him sink and unable to extricate himself.

There were surging emotions in his chest, and tears fell almost uncontrollably. Ye Wangtian was at a loss, and he only felt an unreasonable sting in his heart. He just didn't know where to go step by step...

When he saw the surrounding scene clearly, he realized that he had somehow returned to the old man's grave again. Ye Wangtian felt sad and sat down cross-legged, looking at the new grave in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he took out a long piece of wood from his arms, turned his right hand over, the carving knife appeared in his palm, and started carving. All this process went smoothly, but he himself was still looking at the tomb blankly, as if the movements on his hand were

Don't care.

The sawdust flew to one side, and some fell on the grave. Ye Wangtian's hand movements were so fast that they almost turned into a black shadow and enveloped the entire carved wood, but he himself seemed not to notice it.

Immersed in his feelings for the old man, his eyes changed from blank to gentle, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a Confucian scholar...

Soon, the shape of the wood carving gradually took shape. This was an old man. He was wearing a robe, with long hair hanging down to his waist. His old face showed the marks of time, and his thin body was slightly rickety. The lines of the entire wood carving were smooth and smooth.

, flowing clouds and flowing water, just like the work of a knife, perfectly presenting the "shape" of old man Ji Zhi on it.

At this time, the wood carving was coming to an end, but Ye Wangtian seemed to have not noticed it, still looking at the grave, the admiration in his eyes was even worse, and there was a strong emotion in it. Anyone here could feel the outpouring of emotion.

feelings.

Ye Wangtian did not stop the movement of his hands, but followed the trend and directly displayed Baidu.

Time seemed to have stagnated, and there was only this one sword left in the world. The moment it fell, a strange wave appeared, filling Ye Wangtian's body. The sword was light and slow, with a mysterious trajectory.

...swipe down.

The moment the sword fell, Ye Wangtian, who was wandering in his mind, suddenly felt a strange atmosphere surrounding his body. He clearly saw a dust particle blown by the wind on the grave, and turned his eyes to one side, confused.

The grass is dense and the veins on the leaves are clearly visible, as if they are very close at hand.

You could even see a tiny amount of liquid flowing in it. Ye Wangtian was surprised and looked around. He was surprised to find that the surrounding world seemed to be magnified several times, every blade of grass, every particle, and even the soil.

The crawling reptile bodies below were all clearly presented before his eyes.

Ye Wangtian closed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly fell into darkness. He felt it with his heart, recalling the feeling in his heart before, and a feeling of closeness and admiration suddenly filled his heart. Suddenly, he saw it.

In his mind, all the scenes within a radius of one foot were clearly presented in his mind. The roots of the plants, the veins and rhizomes of the leaves, and every detail were clearly reflected in his mind.

Although it was not a real and clear picture in his mind, he could really feel it. This feeling was inexplicable.

Ye Wangtian felt a sense of ecstasy in his heart.

The mind’s eye! What cultivators call spiritual consciousness!

At this time, he came back from the ecstasy and looked at the statue in his hand. The old man's expression was clearly shown. On the old face, there was a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth, and the look of relief was revealed in the deep eyes. Although

It's not enough to fully express the "god" of the old man, but it still looks like 90% of it.

Ye Wangtian calmed down, and his mind turned into a carving knife, running Baidian. He was surprised to find that Baidian had reached the level of ninety stacks. With just two or three cuts, an internal force as thick as a hair separated from it, and the speed

I don’t know how many times it’s faster than before!

At this moment, he has fully understood the "meaning". In addition, Baidian has 90% strength. If he wants to break this internal force ball, Ye Wangtian is confident that he can complete it within a few months.
Chapter completed!