My apprentice is not easy

Chapter 108 Where Are My Hands?
"Etc., etc!"

Shen Ling stopped Shi Heng with an excited face, and turned her head to try.

"Is there any wooden blocks? The little animals I'm talking about are not just this one."

Shi Heng nodded, flipping through his hands, several wooden blocks appeared on the table, looking at his master expectantly.

Shen Ling didn't say much, picked up the wooden block and moved her hands.

While engraving, he explained the technique of dropping the knife.

After I finished what I wanted to do, there were already twelve chubby and cute little animals on the table.

It is the Chinese zodiac.

Shen Ling put down the knife, moved her wrist, and looked at the second apprentice opposite.

"How about it, do you understand?"

Shi Heng's face was full of confidence.

"understood!"

Shen Ling suddenly smiled.

"Okay, try it if you understand it, and remember to show it to me when it's engraved."

Shi Heng nodded solemnly, turned around and picked up the carving knife and the wooden block on the table, and lowered the knife very seriously.

Shen Ling nodded in satisfaction, got up, and walked out of the kitchen slowly.

I'm afraid I can't rely on the second apprentice for lunch today, so why not... order a signature dish of Fei Yu Lou and make do with it.

Shen Ling's departure did not attract Shi Heng's attention, his thoughts were all on the wooden block in his hand.

According to memory, Shen Ling's carving steps are repeated step by step.

One knife or two... After dozens of knifes, nothing went wrong, and Shi Heng's confidence burst instantly.

Isn't it just a small sculpture?Can stump him, huh?

Unexpectedly, the next second, the manual wooden block "clicked" and broke.

Shi Heng's expression was blank, and he looked at the broken pieces in his hand stupidly.

what happened?What step went wrong?

But... isn't that how it is?

He was confused for a moment, picked up a new block and started over.

One knife, two knifes, dozens of knifes, at the same position, the wooden block "clicked" again and shattered.

Shi Heng was silent for a moment.

For the third time, I picked up a new piece of wood, stretched out my consciousness and entered the inside of the wood block, and carefully observed the situation inside while carving.

He could clearly feel that with the falling of the knife, the spiritual power of heaven and earth summoned by the runes condensed within the wooden block.

This process can be seen as filling water into a closed wooden barrel.

At the beginning, the barrels are empty, so the water can be stored.

And as the water was injected little by little, the wooden barrel was full, and if it continued to be poured, the wooden barrel couldn't bear it... directly, it was cracked open.

Shi Heng looked at the pieces of wood in his hand for a while, then raised his head in a daze, and glanced in the direction outside the house.

So, how did his master manage to continue pouring water into a full wooden barrel?
This is not reasonable!

With deep doubts, Shi Heng carefully recalled that he and his master cut the knife differently.

It seems... the master's knife is more stable.

This stability is not the stability of the hand, but the stability of the outline of the rune.

A rune, how much spiritual power was used to construct it, and how much spiritual power was condensed... These are all certain.

And myself, about several times more than the spiritual power used by the master.

That's why the wooden blocks overflow so easily and then crumble.

After figuring out the key, Shi Heng started to fight again.

This time, he carved one more rune than the previous few times.

One……

Shi Heng raised his eyes again to look in the direction outside the house, his expression blank.

This is what the master said, just have hands?
So, what about my hand?

……

The days of Xiaopu are calm and uneventful, but it does not affect the wonderful world.

The capital of Wu State, Lin Mansion.

Lin Qingwan was lying on the edge of the window, looking at the gradually setting sun, her small face was full of longing for freedom.

Then, with a faint sigh, she looked at the two maids standing beside her.

"Do you need to keep watching?"

The two maids did not answer, nor did they walk away, and their gazes on Lin Qingwan did not move.

No way, this young lady has already escaped twice, and judging by her current appearance, she has not given up on running away.

Unable to speak, Lin Qingwan could only sigh to herself, and turned back to the house.

The two servant girls hurriedly followed and stood on both sides of her to prevent accidents.

Lin Qingwan ignored the two of them, sat down in front of the table, reached out and stroked the piano on the table.

This piano is naturally Qinyin.

But since that night, Qin Yin has never appeared again, and the qin was also unable to make a qin sound.

Plucking the strings at will, nothing happened as expected, Lin Qingwan sighed again and again, propping her chin with one hand, and slowly lost her mind.

The wedding is scheduled for two days later.

And with the current level of preparedness of the Lin family, she couldn't escape within these two days.

In other words, although she struggled very hard, the ending...is still doomed.

This kind of feeling... about touching, is powerless, powerless.

"Qing Wan!"

Mrs. Qin walked in with a smile on her face while yelling.

In his hand, he held a plate of peach blossom-shaped pastries.

She stopped in front of the table, put the plate on the table, picked up a pastry, and handed it to Lin Qingwan's mouth.

"Try it, Auntie, I made it myself."

Lin Qingwan froze for a moment, looking at Mrs. Qin in front of her in disbelief.

Since she was a child, she has never eaten something made by her mother a few times.

Every time her mother cooks, it's not for her father, but for her elder sister.

I was lucky enough to taste it a few times, and it was also from my father and elder sister, so don't send it back.

Lin Qingwan's mood was complicated for a moment, she didn't resist the temptation, she leaned forward and bit the pastry in her mouth.

Tastes good...just that she doesn't get it often.

Lin Qingwan swallowed the pastry and looked at her own mother with a bad tone.

"Who didn't want this? My father, or my sister?"

In the past, although there was a estrangement between her and her family, she always thought about... the family, so it wouldn't be too rigid.

Now, the matter of marriage is a shame.

She also didn't want to pretend to be a lady.

Mrs. Qin rolled her eyes.

"How do you talk? This is specially made for you!"

Lin Qingwan was suspicious.

This is her mother, transsexual?

But Mrs. Qin took another piece of pastry and handed it over.

"Isn't Auntie thinking about it, are you going to get married in two days? For a while... I feel a little bit reluctant."

Lin Qingwan stepped back, avoiding the pastry.

"This is not something to celebrate!"

Madam Qin stopped and put the pastry back on the plate.

"If you don't want to now, you will be grateful to Auntie later."

"will not."

"Your aunt and I are from here."

Holding the plate, she placed the pastry near Lin Qingwan's hand.

"Marriage is the most important turning point in a woman's life. You have to marry well so that you won't regret it later."

"Is Guo Zongcheng good? No, that's a fire pit!"

"Is Guo Zongcheng good or not? You have to marry him to find out. The point...is his father, who will be Zuo Cheng."

"It's nice to say, don't you just climb high branches?"

Madam Qin raised her eyes, looked at him, and then smiled.

"If you want to think so, then so be it!"

After the words fell, he didn't say anything else, turned around and left the room.

At the end, two guard maids were called to come.

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