I am the only one who can do it: I think I am really going to become an immortal

Occasionally, Platinum would stop running and squat aside, tilting its head and quietly watching its master's craftsmanship with its clear eyes.

As the sun rose higher, light and shadows danced on the surface of the pond and the carved sword case, giving the entire scene a golden glow.

The carving knife in Chen Yun's hand seemed to have a spirit. Every time he made a stroke with varying degrees of speed and lightness, he left just the right amount of delicate marks on the wood.

At first, it was just a seemingly ordinary piece of wood.

But under his skillful hands, the prototype of the sword case gradually emerged.

Chen Yun first sketched the basic structure of the sword case with smooth and powerful lines, and then he turned to the meticulous carving of details.

First, he carved a landscape painting on the front of the sword box, with undulating mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, and each peak has distinct layers, as if you can feel the mountain breeze blowing on your face. Then, he cleverly integrated several pine trees between the mountains and waters, with delicate pine needles and vigorous trunks, revealing an indomitable spirit.

On the side of the sword case, Chen Yun carved a circle of lotus patterns. Each lotus is lifelike, with layers of petals, some in bud, and some in full bloom, showing the vitality of life.

In this process.

Chen Yun carved very quickly. Sometimes he was too lazy to change the knife and just used his sharp fingernails as a knife to make slight modifications on the wood.

After more than ten minutes of careful carving, the surface of the sword case was given life.

Finally, he wiped it carefully with a soft cloth and applied a thin layer of protective oil to make the wood texture clearer and the color as warm as jade.

The finished sword case is no more than a foot long.

It is a box of moderate width and thickness, which feels steady yet agile when held in the hand.

See this.

Chen Yun looked at the remaining materials on the ground and simply used them to make a dozen finger-sized wooden swords, and then put them all into the wooden sword box.

Gather the remaining materials and place them behind the corner.

Chen Yun came to the middle of the yard and clenched the sword case in his hand with a sense of ceremony.

The carefully carved sword case in his hand, with lifelike patterns of mountains, rivers, pine trees and cranes, exudes a light and elegant wood fragrance that blends in with the fresh air around him.

With a light push from Chen Yun, the sword box slowly opened.

In an instant, it seemed as if even the air was filled with an extraordinary aura.

Inside the box were not real swords shining with cold light, but more than a dozen small and exquisite wooden flying swords the size of fingers.

Each one has a different shape, but is equally exquisite, like a miniature work of art.

They line up quietly, waiting for their master's orders.

Chen Yun took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and his face was calm. An indescribable mental power surged out and silently enveloped those silent wooden swords.

The next moment, a miracle happened - those small wooden swords seemed to be pulled by invisible silk threads, and they broke away from the sword boxes and jumped into the air.

Start dancing in every corner of the yard.

Sometimes they spiral upward.

Sometimes it swoops down, almost skimming the ground, stirring up gusts of subtle but crisp wind sounds.

The sunlight shines through these flying wooden swords, casting mottled shadows, and the entire yard seems to have turned into a huge stage of light and shadow.

And Chen Yun was standing in the center of the stage. His figure seemed even more otherworldly in the interweaving of light and shadow, like an elegant swordsman who was indifferent to worldly affairs and was only obsessed with kendo.

He did not move.

His eyes were focused and calm.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the sword shadow dancing with the morning light.

now.

Anyone who walks into the yard will be shocked by what is happening before their eyes.

Chen Yun stood alone in the middle of the yard, motionless.

Wooden swords were flying all around.

It looks absolutely dreamy.

If you take a photo at this moment, it will be so perfect that it can be exhibited directly as a work of art.

Chen Yun listened to the whooshing sound of wind breaking through the air in the yard.

ponder for a moment.

He used his telekinesis to control the flying swords and made them all stop suddenly. Then they came one by one in an orderly manner towards the open sword box in his hand.

The speed changes from fast to slow.

When approaching the sword box, each of them was almost suspended in the air, as if waiting in line for the flying sword in front to return to its own groove.

Not a few seconds.

The yard returned to peace.

Chen Yun pondered for a long time, savoring the feeling just now.

Although the special effects are exaggerated, the dancing of the flying swords is very interesting.

But in reality.

There is basically no power.

Not to mention taking someone's head from thousands of miles away, even piercing someone's skull at close range is difficult.

Although under the force of 200N, even a wooden sword has a certain lethality and can easily cut and tear the flesh and skin of ordinary humans.

But that's all for Chen Yun.

Still a bit tasteless.

Even if it was said to be handsome, this flying sword gave him a feeling that it was a little lacking.

Thinking.

Chen Yun picked up the stick-shaped wood, which had not been used much and still had a lot left.

He held tightly in both hands the seemingly ordinary but unusually thick wooden stick, which was almost as tall as his body, and had mottled patterns on it, implying the vicissitudes of time and the rhythm of nature.

He took a deep breath and his eyes instantly became sharp.

It seems to be able to see the direction of the wind and the gathering and dispersion of clouds.

Then, Chen Yun put his feet firmly on the ground.

All the muscles in the body are tense, ready to go.

The air around him seemed to solidify with his movements, and an invisible aura quietly spread in the courtyard.

"call--"

With a low breath, Chen Yun suddenly swung the wooden stick in his hand.

This wave was like a violent gust of wind passing through, an outburst after all was silent.

The wooden stick cut through the air, causing a whistling sound. The sound contained both the sharp sound of the wooden stick cutting through the air and some ancient and mysterious power.

In an instant, the entire yard seemed to be shaken by an invisible force.

Fallen leaves, dust, and even light furnishings in the yard were sucked into the air by the stick energy, spinning and flying, as if the entire space was catering to the rhythm of this thunderous strike.

The stone benches and tables that usually stood quietly seemed to be shaking slightly under the aftermath of the stick energy.

Even the shadows of the trees outside the courtyard wall were swaying gracefully.

It presents a visual feast of power and beauty.

When the wind from the stick died down, everything returned to calm, leaving only Chen Yun standing there.

His breathing remained steady, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Although he really wanted to try the style of a gentleman.

But that really didn't seem to suit him.

This kind of bold and open style is more to his liking.

"Sure enough, it still tastes right."

"There's no point in playing with that flying sword. The sword box can be used to store the flying sword I have refined through the ritual."

Chen Yun murmured and put the stick aside.

With a slight movement of mental power.

Everything in the yard that had become messy because of his anger began to move back to its original place.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Chen Yun was cleaning the yard carefully.

At the same time, I opened my phone to search for other ways to cook snake meat.

And this time.

He also noticed several messages sent by Bai Shi on QQ.

I took a quick look at what Shiraishi said.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yun decisively gave a negative answer.

He has many things going on.

In addition to continuing to exercise, experiment and explore myself.

A week or two later on May Day, I promised Jiang Anping that we could go traveling together.

Two months later, we should also pay attention to the rocket from the Lighthouse Country ascending to heaven with its patinated and refined metal ball.

He has also been quietly planning a global trip, and is currently trying to incorporate the modified version of Ozaki's Eight Items into his travel plans.

Anyway...

Just very busy.

He really didn't have much interest in stealing things.

Even if he really wants to take back the things taken by the robbers in the future, when he can explode a star with one punch, wouldn't it be just a matter of a word?

He's not interested in stealing.

I didn't find it challenging at all.

Therefore, Chen Yun chose to reject Bai Shi's invitation.

Chapter 215 I don’t want to leave

"Refused."

"I'm not blind. I see."

"Aren't you worried that you can't understand Chinese?"

"What bullshit! I'm fluent in eight languages!"

In a fairly busy Sichuan restaurant, Shiraishi and Nick Horton sat together, looking at the chat messages on their phones and looking at each other in bewilderment.

The two were originally preparing to have lunch.

At this moment, I received a reply from Chen Yun.

The short words "not going" made Nick Horton, who was full of expectations, feel a little helpless.

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

Shiraishi smiled and handed the menu to Nick Horton.

Nick Horton took it reluctantly, but as he was sitting by the window, he noticed something outside the window with his peripheral vision.

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and then immediately softened. He covered his face with the menu and said calmly, "My three o'clock direction."

When Bai Shi heard this, he inadvertently glanced and caught a glimpse of a figure hiding deliberately on the street outside the window.

He immediately understood what she meant and calmly adjusted his sitting posture, pretending to admire the decorative paintings on the restaurant's walls, but in fact he was keeping his eyes on the suspicious figure.

Inside the restaurant, the bustling atmosphere almost overflows, forming a sharp contrast with the quiet streets outside. The laughter of diners, the clinking of dishes, and the crackling of chefs cooking interweave together, weaving a vivid picture of the city life.

Shiraishi and Nick Horton sat at a table by the window, surrounded by all kinds of people. And the two of them, like the two most inconspicuous characters in this drama of life, easily blended into the hustle and bustle.