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

Lu Yuan picked up another piece of wood and started carving again.

This time the strange rhythm did not unfold again, but was always controlled within three inches of himself.

Deng Yuejiao hugged the puppy she had just brought back and squatted beside Lu Yuan curiously, observing Lu Yuan's carving skills.

It only took less than half a day to go from being a beginner in wood carving to surpassing her in craftsmanship.

Deng Yuejiao was really curious about how Lu Yuan did it.

What made her a little confused was that Lu Yuan's movements didn't look like a master at all.

The movements are neither urgent nor slow, and there is no mystery in the technique.

However, the wood carving was formed very quickly, and after a while, the image of an old man with a pen and ink written on it jumped out.

It was Lao Dengtou.

The most outstanding thing is undoubtedly the pen in the hand of Old Dengtou. When the pen tip is pressed, the most natural arc appears. It is obviously made of wood, but Deng Yuejiao can see the softness of the hair.

Deng Yuejiao took the fully formed wood carving in her hands and looked at it carefully in disbelief.

The moment she took possession of the wood carving, the shock on her face escalated to another level.

Because the wood carving feels round and smooth, there is no feeling of cutting your hands.

But from beginning to end, Lu Yuan only used a carving knife and did not use any polishing tools.

Even the wood he uses is only the most common, rough wood that Deng Yuejiao uses to practice his skills. Works carved from this kind of wood can usually only be seen, and it is difficult to associate with the feel in any case.

With just a carving knife and a piece of rough wood, you can carve a wood carving that feels so round and smooth.

Not to mention her, not even Lao Dengtou, or even the master with the highest wood carving skills in the world, could accomplish this kind of craftsmanship.

Because it's unreasonable.

And having witnessed the entire carving process with her own eyes, she has a deep understanding of this 'unreasonableness'.

She saw every move Lu Yuan made. Many moves were taught by her, but only a few were made by Lu Yuan himself.

The techniques are extremely ordinary. They are only used by beginners. What they pursue is to be steady and steady without making mistakes.

But it is this entry-level technique that creates the world's top wood carvings.

"Grandpa, I feel like all our years of wood carving training have been in vain."

Deng Yuejiao came to Old Dengtou with the wood carving, her tone was a little weird, but more importantly she was happy, happy for Lu Yuan.

Old Dengtou's thoughts were interrupted. He stopped writing and was about to frown, but his attention was attracted by the wood carving handed over by his granddaughter.

He said softly, took the wood carving in his hand, and began to look at it carefully.

"The craftsmanship is not much different from the previous one, but there seems to be something extra."

Old Dengtou's words made Deng Yuejiao a little confused.

"What's more?"

Old Dengtou observed it carefully for a long time, then turned the eyes of the wooden sculpture to his granddaughter and said, "Look at the eyes."

"Eyes?" Deng Yuejiao took the wood carving and looked at it carefully, and soon discovered the difference.

Her beautiful eyes widened and she said in disbelief: "Is this Shen Yun?! It's obviously just a wooden sculpture, but when I stared at it, I felt dazed for a moment, as if I saw the real you."

Old Deng nodded with a 'hmm', took a deep look at Lu Yuan who had started carving a new time, and said with emotion: "Wood carving has reached this level, it has reached a state of perfection, surpassing any technique. No matter how superb a mortal's wood carving skills are, It is impossible to carve out the charm, only monks with advanced weapon refining methods and infused spirituality can achieve this level."

Deng Yuejiao suddenly thought of something and said, "He is a monk. Has he regained some of his instincts to use his cultivation?"

Old Deng shook his head and said: "He has no cultivation, and he has not used any cultivation. Although his technique seems to be no different from what you taught, it is actually very different and has no similarities at all. That is His unique wood carving technique cannot be learned by anyone in the world."

Old Dengtou's remarks reminded Deng Yuejiao of the strange experience she had not long ago.

After being enveloped by the inexplicable rhythm emanating from Lu Yuan, the world in her eyes suddenly became extremely strange, and everything she was familiar with became difficult to understand.

It seems that nothing has changed, but in fact everything has changed.

Lu Yuan's wood carving skills may be the same.

"Grandpa, who did you think he was before he lost his memory?"

Deng Yuejiao had wondered about this question before, but she had no desire to explore it. When she asked this question now, her curiosity outweighed her doubts.

Old Deng glanced at his granddaughter, showing no intention of explaining.

"I don't know. You can ask him yourself when he remembers it."

Deng Yuejiao just asked, and she naturally knew that her grandfather didn't know Lu Yuan's identity either.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I forgot to mention." Deng Yuejiao suddenly remembered something, patted her forehead and said, "When I went to Cang's house to pick up the dog, he said that there might be something new in our Taiping Town recently. The divine fairy is coming.”

"Just come."

Old Dengtou was obviously not interested in this matter and picked up his pen again.

"No." Deng Yuejiao explained: "We can ask that fairy to help Lu Yuan restore his memory!"

It's useless even if the fairy comes. No one in the world can get back the past that the Immortal has chopped off, except the Immortal himself.

Old Dengtou did not say these words. For the sake of his own ears, he still followed his granddaughter's words and replied: "Okay, okay, then you can prepare a wood carving as a thank you gift."

"Can an immortal like wood carvings?"

"This is the most precious thing we can get. She has to like it even if she doesn't like it. If it doesn't work, let that silly boy carve a flower. He's better at craftsmanship than the two of us now."

"It makes sense." Deng Yuejiao nodded repeatedly, and then looked at the little puppy she had just brought back in her arms.

"There is a high probability that he will leave after he regains his memory. What should I do with this dog?"

"You feed me, and you miss me when you see a dog."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Hey! Let go! Don't you just like to talk nonsense when you get old?"

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The noise between the grandfather and grandson did not have any impact on Lu Yuan.

The movements of his hands did not stop for a moment, but his mind was not on the wood carvings, but on comprehending the 'unknowable principles' beyond the way of heaven.

Soon, the third wood carving also took shape.

One hand on the hip, the other hand twisting.

Beautiful eyes filled with anger.

It was exactly the way Deng Yuejiao taught her grandfather when they first met.

Putting the wood carving aside, Lu Yuan picked up a piece of wood again and continued carving.

This time his carving skills had undergone slight changes, and they were no longer exactly the movements taught to him by Deng Yuejiao.

It was a craft he had discovered on his own that was more suitable for carving.

The already superb carving skills began to develop in unpredictable directions.