The old monk said to Xiao Qingshi: "Although these nine knives are not sharp weapons, but now you use them to practice knife skills, knife skills are enough, you have to use some leftovers, this knife is really expensive! The master doesn't have so many belongings to make these knives for you now!"

Xiao Qingshi looked at the knife and thought to himself that this knife should be quite expensive, right? The master spent a lot of money for himself, money! What a knife that kills people without seeing blood!

The most indispensable thing in the mountains is wood, Xiao Qingshi does not leave the knife every day, and will take it out when there is time, find a piece of pine wood from the head of the character to practice little by little, the master has said that the most difficult to carve is the head, because to carve out every strand of hair and rich facial expressions, but also to express the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of the character; The carving is crucial: accurate eyes, steady hands, calm hearts, smooth knife lines without leaving knife marks.

Time passed day by day, Xiao Qingshi continued to practice knife skills day by day, and his fingers became more and more flexible, and a knife flew around quickly between five fingers, flickering and flickering.

After two months of hard work, the shadow of the master slowly appeared on the wooden man, but looking at the carved wooden man, he always felt that something was missing. Xiao Qingshi ran to the master with the carved wooden man, brought the wooden man in his hand close to the master, and saw the feet from the head, although the appearance was exactly the same, but when he saw the wooden man and saw the master, the feeling in his heart was different?

The old monk watched his apprentice come to him and didn't speak, holding the wooden man in his hand and placing it beside him, looking at him for a while, looking at the wooden man for a while, and then pondering for a while, he couldn't help asking, "What are you doing with the stone?

Xiao Qingshi handed the wooden man in his hand to the master and said, "Master, why is the wooden man carved exactly like yours, but I can't find the feeling of being with you in the wooden man? Is it because you are alive, it is dead?"

When the old monk heard this, he immediately scolded Xiao Qingshi: "Stinky boy! What am I alive, it is dead! You only carved the surface without its meaning! That is, if you do not put your heart and feelings into the knife, you will not be able to carve something with a soul!"

Xiao Qingshi seemed to understand and nodded: "I understand, I have always regarded the wooden master as a thing in carving, it turns out that the master is not a thing!"

"Get out!"

Xiao Qingshi really got out this time, it was the master who kicked him out, Xiao Qingshi turned over in the air and stood on the ground, and shouted at the master: "Master, why are you kicking me out?

The master shouted in the room: "You are not allowed to carve me again, if you want to carve, you will carve animals!"

Xiao Qingshi scratched his head and thought to himself, Master, what's the matter? I can't kick people if I don't carve well?

Another month passed in the blink of an eye, and Xiao Qingshi, who was carving small animals, listened to the sound of firecrackers in the distance, and suddenly remembered that the Chinese New Year was approaching! There was no time for cultivation! Time always passed so quickly.

I will be fifteen years old after the New Year, and Teacher Zhang and Wang Ying in the city are okay? I have always missed them, and I have almost learned my high school courses, and I will prepare to take the college entrance examination after the New Year! I will go into the mountains to hunt some wild meat, and when the New Year comes, I will go down to the mountains to pay my respects to the teacher.

The old monk saw that the New Year was coming, cleaned the temple, and washed the bedding covered by himself and Xiaoqing Shi. The tradition in the north is just a sloppy year, "After a sloppy year, a year will not be peaceful!" Every household will clean up their homes before the New Year to welcome the arrival of the new year.

The old monk was sewing the quilt little by little with needle and thread in the room, and saw Xiao Qingshi push the door and walk into the room, and the old monk looked at the baby apprentice who was about to be fifteen years old, who was already one meter seventy-five in height, and had grown into a big man!

Xiao Qingshi walked up to the master and said: "Master, it's almost the New Year, I want to go into the mountains to hunt some game, and I want to go down the mountain to pay New Year's greetings to Mr. Zhang during the New Year, I haven't seen them for a long time, and I miss them a lot." ”

The master smiled and said: "The master has also thought about this matter, they have helped us so much, we must thank others, this time I will go down the mountain with you, one is to pay New Year's greetings to Teacher Zhang, and the other is to deal with some things." ”

Xiao Qingshi heard that the master said that he would go down the mountain with him, and said happily to the master: "The master loves the little stone the most, then this time I will go into the mountain to hunt more game!

The master smiled at Xiao Qingshi and said, "You have grown up, and you still say that you are a small stone? You have become a big stone! This time I will also go into the mountains with you to see if I can hunt wild boars, but I will not make a move, everything depends on you!"

"Master, you just watch the battle by the apprentice's side, and wait for the apprentice to go up the mountain to kill it, and leave no piece of armor!" Xiao Qingshi learned the singing dialogue of Peking Opera and said to the master:

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