Talk about the world of mortals in detail

When Yi Shuyuan and Wu Minggao left the county magistrate's study together, Wu Minggao was in a good mood. Yi Shuyuan could only say that his expression was calm, but he still had some thoughts in his heart.

After truly seeing Yi Shuyuan's calligraphy attainments, Lin Xiu not only expressed his praise, but also said that he had neglected to pay attention to the compilation of county annals before and would definitely discuss it with Yi Shuyuan frequently in the future.

Good guy, Yi Shuyuan felt that although these words were all good, wouldn't it be more difficult for him to fish in the future?

When Wu Minggao and Yi Shuyuan returned to the library together, the former had not left yet. Yi Shuyuan looked at him curiously while sorting out the books.

"Master Wu, don't you have any official business to be busy with?"

Wu Minggao did not answer, but walked to the desk to help Yi Shuyuan sort out the papers, praising him while sorting them out.

"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy. Sir, your calligraphy has improved again. Maybe when I came to the county government, at first I just wrote some words casually."

Wu Minggao looked at Yi Shuyuan who was sorting the papers without making a sound, and couldn't help but feel some waves in his heart.

It is already difficult for calligraphy to reach this level. It is really hard to imagine that Mr. Yi has made great progress in this short period of time.

Looking at Wu Minggao's somewhat nervous expression, Yi Shuyuan then said something.

"When Yi prepares a book seal, he will definitely give another piece of writing to the Master."

Well, it looks like the seal is ready!

But Wu Minggao didn't know it, and his face suddenly burst into smiles when he heard this.

"Oh, how can this be done? But since Mr. Yi said so, how can Wu refuse?"

Yi Shuyuan looked at Wu Minggao's look and couldn't bear it anymore.

"Master Wu, your expression is too artificial!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

Wu Minggao laughed.

When Wu Minggao's laughter died down, Yi Shuyuan said with emotion.

"In fact, Yi's calligraphy has indeed made new progress during this period."

Wu Minggao was slightly startled when he heard this, and then his face showed horror. Is this really the progress brought about during this period? But Yi Shuyuan continued to speak.

“In fact, in life, many people live quietly and do nothing.

Some people find it boring, and some people find it a blessing, but under this calmness, everyone has a flash of inspiration.

Maybe it’s a sweet dream in your spare time, maybe it’s an accidental surprise, or maybe it’s like Master Lin who chooses to uphold justice for the people in a dilemma.”

Saying that, Yi Shuyuan looked at Wu Minggao.

"The same is true for Yi's calligraphy. It is deeply influenced by everything he sees, hears and experiences. To reach this state is just to melt emotions on paper!"

Wu Minggao stopped laughing. He looked at Yi Shuyuan. In a daze, he felt that there was a chasm separating them.

This is a distance that Wu Minggao thinks he cannot reach, but maybe this is why Mr. Yi is extraordinary, and this is why Mr. Yi's calligraphy can reach this state!

Among all the paths, the great masters in ancient times are as bright as the stars. This Mr. Yi will surely be one of the stars in the future!

Wu Minggao said with some emotion.

"Wu has learned a lesson!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Master Wu, Yi just expressed his feelings and did not preach anything."

"Well, I won't disturb you sir. Remember to engrave your seal."

"Can't forget!"

Yi Shuyuan responded dumbfounded, and then he and Wu Minggao bowed to each other and watched him walk out of the library.

Then Yi Shuyuan arranged all the papers on the table and sat in front of the desk with his face supported by his hands.

Hui Mian got out of Yi Shuyuan's clothes and climbed onto his shoulders. He looked at Yi Shuyuan in a daze and couldn't help but wonder.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just thinking about the future."

After being stunned for a while, Yi Shuyuan took out the piece of ebony and played with it in his other hand. He stood it up and turned it over, then stood it up and turned it over again.

Hui Mian was staring at it from the side, as if he couldn't get tired of it.

Gradually, Yi Shuyuan's eyes slowly closed.

Yi Shuyuan's posture was like the moment when he truly breathed in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for the first time that day. He rested his chin on his fist and leaned on the table to take a nap, but he was obviously not sleeping, nor did he seem to be practicing.

Time has arrived at night again before we know it. Tonight, dark clouds cover the stars and moon, making everything in Yuanjiang County look dim except for lights.

Hui Mian knew what was appropriate, so he lay quietly by the table and waited without making any sound.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was recalling the feeling of being at the fan stall on the street that day. There was a hazy mist deep in his mind, just like looking at the sky, Yi Shuyuan's state of mind was also dim.

Outside the library, the moon, which had been blocked by dark clouds, slowly emerged, and in Yi Shuyuan's mind, it seemed as if the dark clouds were gradually opening, revealing a bright light.

Under the hazy mist, there was a slightly rippled water curtain. As the ripples gradually calmed down, Yi Shuyuan's imagination was reflected in the water. He held a unique folding fan in one hand and slowly opened it.

There are both text and patterns on the fan, including landscapes and homes, people, birds and beasts, men and women, old and young.

Yi Shuyuan opened his eyes and had a clear idea of ​​the fan he wanted. He could only make and paint this fan by himself.

Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan changed his hand to support his chin, and lowered his head to look at the ebony in his hand. Naturally, he couldn't miss the ruler!

The Fu Chi and the wake-up wood struck in the county government hall are actually the same kind of thing, but they are called differently in the hands of different people. As a storyteller, how can I not have a Fu Chi of my own?

"Tsk, tsk, after these two things are made, if I, Yi Shuyuan, can really make some kind of treasure in the future, it will be pretty good! No, it's not just good, it's quite exciting just thinking about it!"

Yi Shuyuan murmured to himself, imagining himself fanning himself while walking.

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly frowned, Damn, why did a picture of Ouyang Ke appear in my mind? Get out of my mind!

Having too much imagination may not always be a good thing sometimes.

"It's better to keep it when nothing happens."

"Sir, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, are you hungry?"

Yi Shuyuan looked at Xiao Diao in the corner of the desk, who shook his head and answered immediately.

"You're not hungry! Sir, just keep practicing!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, but his eyes naturally fell on the ebony beside him.

"What kind of wood do you think this piece of wood is made of?"

Out of curiosity, Hui Mian also walked over, looked closely at the ebony wood, and then put out his nose to smell it. It was filled with Mr.'s spiritual energy.

I don’t know what kind of tree this piece of wood came from, and it feels very heavy.

It is actually not small, three fingers thick, and slightly more than a palm long. Both pieces are more than enough for making a wooden ruler.

Because Yi Shuyuan has been practicing for a long time and has been immersed in aura, as long as he feels it carefully, he can feel that there is aura in the ebony at this moment, and it seems to become more extraordinary.

How about giving it a try? After all, I have experience in engraving, so my control is pretty good!

With this thought, he couldn't stand it anymore. Soon Yi Shuyuan became itchy and unbearable. After thinking about it for a short while, Yi Shuyuan decided to give it a try.

I only had a small carving knife at hand. I took it and made two gestures at the ebony, then slowly cut the knife in the middle of one side. However, when the tip of the knife touched the ebony, it was like touching fine steel, and it could not move forward at all.

Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly and mobilized his magic power, which gradually came out from his fingertips and wrapped around the tip of the knife.

At this moment, there seemed to be a spiritual echo in the ebony, so that the carving knife broke into the ebony at once.

Yi Shuyuan's eyes lit up slightly, as if he saw a thin line in the center of the ebony wood, and he drew the knife smoothly.

"Zi la."

After just a shallow knife mark, the ebony wood was split into two on the table, which made Yi Shuyuan himself amazed.

After being separated, the two pieces of ebony are almost the same size, but each piece appears to be more slender.

After the experience just now, Yi Shuyuan's confidence increased greatly. He grabbed a piece of ebony and placed it. Following the feeling just now, he grabbed the carving knife and dropped it on the ebony in the same way.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan seemed to have entered another state.

Yi Shuyuan can feel every detail of the ebony in his hand, can echo every trace of aura in it, and can detect the subtle and special pulse in the veins of the ebony.

It's better to feel like your mind is wandering, following the objects in your hands to see a big tree that once stood up from the sky and the sea.

The turbulent waves beat the trees towards the sky, and the sky tumbled down.

Time has gone through vicissitudes, and the sky is turbulent.

It turns out that the wood in my hand is not ebony, but it was baptized by the thunder. Is there really a tree that can grow to over ten thousand feet?

"Qiang Qiang——"

A distant and loud cry penetrated time and space.

Yi Shuyuan's mind was greatly shocked

The inner imagination and wandering have stopped here, and I gradually return to the status quo with an uneasy mind.

But the next moment, the carving knife in Yi Shuyuan's hand fell again. At this time, it became more skillful, and every knife was as natural as a dancing dragon.

Sawdust kept falling on the table, and there was even a flash of lightning in the process. Yi Shuyuan ignored it at all. If he wanted to completely write down what was in his heart at this moment, he would use the carving knife as a pen!

Hui Mian had already retracted to the corner of the desk. The stubbornness in his heart made him not want to escape from the desk or Yi Shuyuan's side, insisting on staying with him.

The appearance of the ebony in Yi Shuyuan's hand has gradually changed.

The four corners become rounded, the body becomes slender, and there are more well-proportioned patterns on the body. The patterns from beginning to end are like a delicate ribbon surrounding the wooden body.

Yi Shuyuan began to feel intense fatigue at this moment, but at this point, the realization that success or failure depended on this was so strong that his heart trembled.

Yi Shuyuan grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand to stabilize his trembling hand. The carving knife was not only a pen, but also seemed to turn into a thin sword in his hand.

"Rumble"

There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, and Yi Shuyuan seemed not to hear it, but there was also thunder in his inner scene, just like when he was awakened.

Recalling the horror of that day, I also recalled the power of thunder.

Yi Shuyuan took a deep breath, mobilized all his magic power and even his true energy, stabilized the carving knife with the strength of his hands, and slowly lowered it to the center of the ruler.

Two lines of text gradually appeared under the carving knife, but as more and more words were written, Yi Shuyuan was almost exhausted, and his hands could no longer move the carving knife. His eyelids began to fight, as if he would faint in the next moment.

Go ahead, just one step away!

Yi Shuyuan's heart was so furious that he bit the tip of his tongue without caring about the pain.

In an instant, he was refreshed, and blood appeared in his mouth with a faint mysterious light, and Yi Shuyuan swallowed it in one gulp.

A mysterious aura reappeared on the fingertips, more like the thunderbolt that had stung the insects that day. It also reappeared in Yi Shuyuan's imagination, allowing the carving knife to move again.

Chi Luo Zhao Yin Yu Zhe Lei

Holding the hand holding the sky and driving the sea to push

The moment the last word fell, a yellow light flashed above the ruler.

Yi Shuyuan's hair and clothes were blown wildly by the shock, and the steel carving knife in his hand shattered in an instant, while a slender ruler was suspended above the desk in front of him.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Thunder sounded again, and it started to rain outside.

Yi Shuyuan panted slightly and stared at his masterpiece intently. The look on his face was both unbelievable and surprising. He could even feel the active spirituality of the Fu Chi in front of him, as if it itself was also filled with people like him. The joy of a master.

Yi Shuyuan panted slightly and said the last words before his body was overwhelmed by intense fatigue.

"Ho, ho, ho, you are my ruler, and its name is: Yu Jing!"

Yu Jing, also known as Yu Jing, after saying the last word, Yi Shuyuan fainted.

Buzz——

A kind of breath suddenly erupted from the top of the cup, and the invisible breath spread, causing the rain falling from the sky outside the library to ripple.

"Mr.—Mr.—"

Hui Mian couldn't care less about his fear and jumped to Yi Shuyuan's side with a scream.