Emperor of Nine Suns

After about two sticks of incense, Shen Qian completed the carving a second time. At the moment when he put down the Spirit Carving Knife, Shen Qian softened and almost collapsed.

In an emergency, Xiao Nizi firmly supported the table beside her to stabilize her body, and then slowly sat down on the chair beside her.

At this time, Shen Qian's whole person was already fished out of the water, and it seemed that the carving of less than an hour was more tiring than fighting for days and nights.

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"Take a good rest, you did a great job, very good."

Chu Chen made his own carving attentively and said softly, with a strong feeling of concern in his tone.

It's just that there was no expression on his face, and he didn't even turn his eyes to take a look. It seemed that he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to his carving.

"What you said, if the elder is not satisfied later, I will... I will kill you!"

After listening to Chu Chen's words, Shen Qian snorted softly, but she couldn't stop a smile of relief on her face. She rubbed her temples a little tiredly, and then immediately resumed her cultivation slowly.

By this time, most people's carvings have basically been completed.

Not long after Shen Qian’s engraving, the two men and two women who followed Huangfuyin completed their engraving almost at the same time. After the engraving, they all arrived, sitting on their chairs and panting, with expressions full of restraint. The tired look of living.

After another stick of incense, Qi Fei and Li Taixin also finished their carving one after another.

Qi Fei still had a cold face, the indifference and rigidity on his face looked like immortal ice, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

And Li Taixin smiled bitterly. She shook her wrist lightly and shook her head: "Oh, time is not forgiving. I think when I was young, I chopped wood from morning till midnight. I don’t feel tired, I can’t bear to carve such a bird now..."

"Brother, when you were young, you certainly didn't chop the Nine Profound Black Wood!"

Hearing Li Taixin's words, someone laughed and teased, which immediately caused the whole room to laugh.

Li Taixin smiled and shook his head, and took out a delicate small box from the storage ring, "Come here, everyone is a classmate is also fate, I have a bag of Hǎode Secular Biluochun, this is good tea that has been sealed for decades. Although it is not as good as the spiritual tea of ​​the monk world, this taste that belongs to the mortal world is also unique!"

The old man was self-familiar, and he could not help but began to carefully soak a cup of tea for everyone.

Everyone didn't reject his character, and the atmosphere in the whole bamboo building instantly became a bit lively, not accepting the lifelessness of the previous one.

At this moment, even Qi Fei, who had been cold-faced, eased slightly.

"Huh? Brother Chu, you are still busy."

Passing the quilt to Chu Chen, only to realize that the carving in his hand was only half completed now, Li Taixin asked in surprise.

Hearing his words, everyone looked quickly, but they saw Chu Chen still sculpting his face unhurriedly, with a very focused expression, just a soft smile in his mouth, "Well, thank you, brother, you first give tea Put it beside me."

"What's the situation? He only cut half after we finished carving..."

"This guy is also a weird thing, hey, look at it, how can his carve be different from ours!"

With an exclamation, everyone suddenly noticed something strange.

Most of the carvings that Chu Chen had completed in his hands were not based on the goshawk fight picture like others did. Although the details, essence, and textures of other people's sculptures are different, they are all adult eagles, but what Chu Chen sculpted is a black little eagle cub, which looks like it has just been broken. Like the little eagle.

How is this going?

Everyone is surprised and incredible.

Not knowing what medicine Chu Chen's gourd sells, Shen Qian looked surprised and puzzled, but Chu Chen always likes to do some shocking things, so she has nothing to worry about.

Li Taixin was surprised with a trace of confusion, completely unable to understand Chu Chen's motives.

And Huangfuyin and the few people around him were full of disdain. In their eyes, Chu Chen's maverick behavior was nothing more than to attract the attention of the public. Usually such people were the first to die.

As for Qi Fei, he just glanced at Chu Chen casually, and drank tea to himself.

I have to say that Li Taixin’s collection of Biluochun pour Shìde does have some unique flavors. Although it is not as good as the spiritual tea of ​​the monks, it has a heavy flavor that the spiritual tea does not possess.

The more subtle the taste, the more unusual it will come out.

Regardless of other people's opinions, Chu Chen's expression didn't feel any sense from beginning to end, and he sculpted the nine-xuan black wood with a single knife.

Seeing this situation, everyone had to wait patiently for him. As for Zhidào, it took more than half an hour before Chu Chen finally finished carving.

"This... is this an eagle?"

Huangfu Yin and a few people around him almost laughed after seeing the composer in Chu Chen's hand.

In front of Chu Chen's eyes, a little eagle cub who was about half a palm was crawling on the ground with his eyes half closed.

I have to say that this little eagle cub is very real, and looks like a real eagle cub alive. The sparse feathers on the chubby body are intertwined.

But this is too funny~www.ltnovel.com~ Obviously the boy asked to carve an adult eagle! This plump and furry thing would be thought to be a dark little chicken if someone who didn't know it looked at it!

"Nine-Xuan-black wood carving is completed, I would like to ask the teacher."

At the moment Chu Chen lowered the spirit carving knife in his hand, the boy's crisp and tender voice sounded above the bamboo building.

It seemed that the little boy had been observing the downstairs with his spiritual sense. After hearing this, several people quickly got up from their seats. In any case, in the face of a tutor, as students, they must show their due respect.

The little boy went downstairs first, glanced slightly and then nodded, as if he was very satisfied with everyone's consciousness, and then respectfully saluted upstairs: "Teacher, they are all already carved."

"Well, Zhidào."

With a slow response, the nameless elder in Tsing Yi slowly walked downstairs like a mortal farmer. He seemed to never wake up, his eyes half-squinted and yawning. After walking downstairs, he glanced at everyone with sleepy eyes, and suddenly an unexpected look flashed in his eyes.