He Came From The Forbidden Land, Waving His Sleeves To Write About Immortality

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other.

Deng Yue was so squeamish that her hand became a little stronger.

"I think you are obsessed with writing stories! You still can't tell the difference between storybooks and reality, right?"

Lao Deng stretched his head and neck, almost lying on his side on the table, and kept begging for mercy: "Wrong! Wrong! My good grandson, please let grandpa go!"

Deng Yuejiao didn't go too far and withdrew her hand.

Old Deng covered his red ears and rubbed his head, but he fell into doubts.

He believed that the speculation that Lu Yuan was an immortal was not groundless.

It was really a coincidence that the other party appeared, not long after the Divine Punishment of God Burying Slope appeared.

His behavior after waking up was very consistent with what he had written.

After nearly a year of observation, he became more and more suspicious that Lu Yuan was really an immortal.

It's just that my good granddaughter is too old-fashioned and doesn't believe what he said at all.

But Deng Yuejiao's words really reminded him that if his guess was true, Lu Yuan was really an immortal, and the other party did have a great treasure in his body, then this great treasure should have started to operate.

Perhaps Lu Yuan's strange vision, cognitive impairment, and physical impairment were all caused by the great treasure in his body, but this was not enough, far from it.

Because at this moment Lu Yuan didn't realize what his purpose was.

Even with his reminder, the other party would not have too many thoughts about the practice, nor would he have the belief to forcibly open up a new path by overcoming the countless obstacles set by the Supreme Treasure of the Avenue.

Lu Yuan also lacked the most critical thing: motivation.

Without enough motivation, even if the road ahead is paved, Lu Yuan may still spend endless years as a 'fool' and become a new immortal who cannot practice.

A true immortal would not leave such obvious loopholes in his plan.

Or is it that the other party has already made arrangements, but it’s just not the right time yet?

Old Deng looked at Lu Yuan's figure who was still doing useless work. He didn't know what he thought of, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Jiaojiao, shall we pick up a dog and raise it tomorrow?" Old Dengtou suddenly turned to Deng Yuejiao and said.

Obviously, Deng Yuejiao was a little uncomfortable with the name Jiaojiao. She frowned and looked at her grandfather strangely for a while.

"Don't you like dogs?"

"I don't like it. Maybe that silly boy likes it. He's afraid that he will be stupid. He talks less and less now. I'm afraid that he will choke it up and have to get a dog to accompany him."

Deng Yuejiao felt that her grandfather's purpose must be more than that, but she also felt that these words made sense, so she nodded in agreement.

"Okay, it just so happened that Canglao's dog gave birth to a litter two days ago. I'll bring a wood carving to visit him tomorrow."

When Old Dengtou heard this, he pursed his lips and said, "What's the matter with you? You are also a second-class sentient being. You are called an old man. How come I, Old Deng, am Old Dengtou when it's my turn?"

Deng Yuejiao rolled her eyes.

"You didn't do it yourself. You just like to deceive other people's children for snacks. Your good image of making money for free more than ten years ago has completely ruined your life!"

Old Deng smiled and nodded, seeming to think that what his granddaughter said made sense.

"That's right. My old man, Deng, is not in good health and is going to bed. You and that silly boy should also go to bed early."

After saying that, he drank all the tea in the cup, swayed back to the room with his hands behind his back.

After Old Deng left, Deng Yuejiao took out another empty cup, poured a full cup of hot tea and walked to Lu Yuan's side.

Just as he was about to hand out the tea, he accidentally caught a glimpse of an incredible scene.

The carving knife in Lu Yuan's hand was actually embedded in the wood.

When~

With another hammer blow, the corners of the wood were completely cut and peeled off.

"You actually succeeded?!"

Deng Yuejiao said with surprise on her face.

For more than half a year, the carving knife in Lu Yuan's hand had never been in the right position, and now he actually took this crucial step.

Lu Yuan also stopped after the hammer fell. He stared blankly at his hands and the damaged wood for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at Deng Yuejiao.

"Sister Yue Jiao, I... seem to have found the trick."

His eyes were no longer as dull as before, but had a hint of enlightenment.

Deng Yuejiao didn't know what he had realized, but that didn't stop her from being happy for Lu Yuan.

Old Dengtou had explained to her that for Lu Yuan, this was not a simple wood carving, but the key to his getting along with the world.

As long as Lu Yuan can carve human figures, it means that he has mastered his own knowledge about wood carvings. If one thing is used, there are two. By analogy to the things in the world, he will soon be able to establish a set of cognitive logic that is unique to him.

Can understand everything that ordinary people understand and do everything that ordinary people can do.

It's just that the way of understanding and doing things will be completely different from ordinary people, but no one can really see the difference.

For example, this simple carving movement seems to be the same as Deng Yuejiao's own movement, but its essence is completely different.

She had taught Lu Yuan countless times, so she naturally understood that Lu Yuan could not really smash the carving knife in with the movements she taught him, otherwise he would not have been stumped by a simple movement for more than half a year.

Regardless, this is a great event.

Deng Yuejiao did not continue to pass the tea, but urged with a happy face: "Don't stop! Keep going!"

"Oh well."

Lu Yuan nodded awkwardly, and then continued what he was doing.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...

As the hammer fell, Lu Yuan's other hand was constantly adjusting the angle of the carving knife.

Deng Yuejiao's beautiful eyes widened slightly.

Because Lu Yuan's movements gave her an extremely weird feeling. It seemed like nothing, just like a normal tapping, but it happened to carry some kind of... rhythm that she had never seen before and couldn't understand.

She couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, so she could only use rhythm instead.

This may be the reason why Lu Yuan has never been able to actually cut the carving knife into the wood before.

He needs to learn a method of his own!

Of course, the results were still dismal.

The wood was directly broken into several pieces by Lu Yuan.

It has something to do with the dryness of the wood, but the main reason is the technique.

Just like when she was new to wood carving, she wasted a lot of wood because she couldn't master the angle and strength.

At this point it is easier to solve.

Just practice basic skills.

Deng Yuejiao found another piece of wood that was much smaller, and used a carving knife to draw straight marks on the upper, middle and lower parts of the wood.

"No! Don't rush to carve out the shape, and don't use a hammer. Use a small carving knife instead, and make incisions along the traces I drew for you. The smoother and flatter the incisions are, the better."

After saying this, Deng Yuejiao was afraid that Lu Yuan would not understand, so she directly demonstrated it for him, and then handed him the wood.

Lu Yuan took the wood handed over by Deng Yuejiao with both hands, and said with a silly smile: "Thank you, Sister Yuejiao."