Chapter 57 The First Engraving

Xiao Fan left the Shenzhen Pavilion, and soon came to the bamboo garden of Bei Lao.

"Teacher." Xiao Fan yelled several words while standing outside the bamboo garden, but he didn't hear Bei Lao's answer.

Xiao Fan frowned, pushed open the courtyard door and walked in. The courtyard was empty and there were no people. However, when Xiao Fan looked at the courtyard ahead, he was surprised.

Outside the courtyard, there is a strong wind raging like a blade.

What surprised Xiao Fan was that these blades were turning in a weird pattern, and each blade seemed to represent a kind of artistic conception, and was extremely mysterious.

"The sword spirit is drawing soul patterns?" Xiao Fan was shocked. "Could it be that the teacher was carving inside?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan stood there quietly, observing the direction of the blade and the change of the blade's energy. At first, the blade and the blade's energy changed slowly, and Xiao Fan could easily catch it.

However, with the passage of time, the sword's energy became faster and faster, and the blade's edge became more and more weird. Even if Xiao Fan's naked eyes caught it quickly, it was a little unclear. Even in the end, Xiao Fan felt dizzy.

"The old man is sculpting again." The decadent Bei Chenfeng rushed to see the movement in the house, revealing a trace of dislike, but when he looked at Xiao Fan, Bei Chenfeng was smiling, "Uncle Shi , Are you really Mengdie's grandfather's brother?"

Xiao Fan did not answer Bei Chenfeng, all his mind was completely immersed in the endless sword aura, in his eyes, it was as if the entire room was enveloped by the sword aura.

"Did you sink into it?" Bei Chenfeng looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, and didn't bother him anymore, sitting on the stone table alone drinking tea.

puff!

After a while, Xiao Fan spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down. After a dozen meters, he stopped, his face was extremely pale, and his whole body looked exhausted.

"Uncle Master, are you okay." Bei Chenfeng appeared beside Xiao Fan with a gloating look, "The old man is trapped in a mysterious state of carving, you shouldn't get close."

"Is this kind of state rare?" Xiao Fan asked in surprise, his body a little weak.

"Not too little, anyway, in my memory, I probably vomited several pots of blood." Bei Chenfeng thought for a while and replied solemnly.

How many pots of blood vomited? The corner of Xiao Fan's mouth twitched, and this Bei Chenfeng was really strange.

"Uncle Master, don't tell the old man. Actually, I pretended to vomit blood many times. I am really not interested in this soul pattern." Bei Chenfeng said softly.

"Soul lines are extremely mysterious, no matter who practices it will be good, why don't you practice?" Xiao Fan stood up and looked at Bei Chenfeng.

"Didn't I say that, I am not interested in soul patterns, but I don't want the old man to be disappointed, so I am studying desperately, but in the end, it is not nothing, so I have to pretend to be serious, because there is only Shen Entering it will make you dizzy and vomit blood." Bei Chenfeng shrugged.

"So you have been pretending all the time?" Suddenly, a stern voice came from not far away, and Bei Chenfeng's body shuddered when he heard the words.

"Grandpa, am I joking with Master Uncle? I am serious about learning soul patterns." Bei Chenfeng said without hesitation, there was no more hippie smiling face.

Xiao Fan looked at Bei Chenfeng funny. This guy seemed to be really afraid of Mr. Bei. Of course, Xiao Fan could also see that Bei Chenfeng's care and love for Mr. Bei.

Just because he pretended to vomit several pots of blood, ordinary people can't make it.

"I'll clean up you later." Lao Bei's face was slightly ruddy. When he looked at Xiao Fan, Lao Bei said kindly, "Fan'er, you are here."

"Teacher." Xiao Fan bowed slightly.

Seeing Bei Chenfeng standing motionless, Xiao Fan was amused, and said silently in his heart: "With the strength of the teacher, can't it be seen that you are pretending to be injured? How could the little trick escape the teacher's eyes? It."

Xiao Fan could tell at a glance that the love between the grandson and grandson was not so deep, but it was not broken.

"What's your insight just now?" Bei Lao sat on the stone chair, Bei Chenfeng hurried over and poured him a cup of tea with a smile.

"The blade change is very mysterious, and the speed is too fast, the disciple's talent is dull, and only captured about one-tenth." Xiao Fan smiled bitterly.

"One-tenth? Master, you caught one-tenth this time. Isn't the cowhide blowing like that? What's more, if you capture one-tenth, then it is a genius at the level of evil. How could it be that talent is dull?" Bei Chenfeng looked at Xiao Fan in surprise.

"You really caught a tenth?" Bei Lao glared at Bei Chenfeng, and took out a wooden sculpture between his hands, threw it in front of Xiao Fan, and then took out a short knife and said: "You try to do what you want. Carve it."

"Yes, teacher." Xiao Fan pondered for a while before nodding, but he was a little nervous.

He has seen a lot of puppet beasts, but the real soul carved beasts have not been seen yet, let alone carved by himself. His cultivation talent is very enchanting, but it does not mean that he has attained his path as a soul carver. Very strong.

"Don't be nervous, do whatever you want." Bei Lao saw at a glance that Xiao Fan really didn't know how to sculpt, because he didn't even know how to cut.

"Do whatever you want?" Xiao Fan nodded, as if there was a hint of comprehension, and then simply closed his eyes.

"Do whatever you want, don't close your eyes, you can't see clearly, how can you get the knife?" Bei Chenfeng asked in surprise.

boom!

However, at this time, Xiao Fan had already begun to do it. The short knife in his hand was flying at an extremely fast speed.

He sometimes picks, sometimes sweeps, sometimes splits... the blade's edge changes endlessly, and under the guidance of the blade's edge, the blade's energy is getting sharper and sharper.

However, the corners of Bei Chenfeng's mouth were twitching violently, because the wood in front of Xiao Fan was nothing but a human being.

"This carving technique is worse than mine, Grandpa, how do you like him?" Bei Chenfeng finally couldn't help but say it.

"Shut up!" What Bei Chenfeng didn't expect was that the old man yelled at him directly, and his muddy eyes became clearer and clearer, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Grandpa, are you okay, don't scare me." Seeing Bei Lao trembling all over, Bei Chenfeng yelled worriedly, "Xiao Fan, stop now, the old man can't stand your scared heart."

"Snapped!"

But Lao Bei slapped the back of Bei Chenfeng's head directly, and was dumbfounded by Bei Chenfeng crying and laughing, saying: "You bastard, if you can have one-tenth of Xiao Fan's soul carving talent, I will die. Looked!"

Bei Chenfeng looked dumbfounded, and said unconvincingly: "Old man, I can only carve at most four different, but Xiao Fan's carve is ten different, you say he is better than me?

"Don't believe me, try carving one yourself." Bei Lao snorted coldly.

"Try it, try it, I'm fascinated by my grandfather, at least it's a master-level soul carver, I don't believe it can't compare to him." Bei Chenfeng said with a proud face, the moment of reluctance in his heart. Erupted, took out a piece of wood and began to carve it.