Chapter 254

Xi was so fond of pen making that he didn't notice anything else when he picked up the knife and concentrated on carving.

The fusion of the pen holder and the pen head is directly related to the stability of the brush. Xi Lao was absorbed in it and drew out a knife to carve it quickly at one end of the pen holder.

"Cheven!"

as like as two peas, the old man's technique is exactly the same as the contract of the spiritual link. It's just a real body, a depiction, and a carving on the penholder!

After nearly half of the incense, countless small holes and lines appeared on the penholder. Xiang Yu noticed that they were all intertwined in a zigzag way. Without skillful carving techniques, it was difficult to achieve this!

Xiang Yu guessed that if Xi Lao was allowed to depict the Tongling Qiwen, his proficiency would be far higher than that of him!

When he was surprised, he had already put the bristle pen head on the pen holder, and played with it carefully. Every bristle was embedded in a small hole or pattern.

These bristles are thin and hard. There are hundreds of them on one pen. But in a short time, Xi Lao carved hundreds of patterns to match them!

Xi didn't notice Xiang Yu's surprise. He was still in the state of selflessness and happiness.

Then he pulled the candle over, while turning the pen holder, he slowly drew the bristles close to the candle. After a burning fragrance, all the bristles and the pen holder were bonded together, and there was no trace of the lines and holes before.

Xi Lao nodded contentedly, blowing cool air towards the not yet dry mane. After a moment, he handed the brush to Xiang Yu.

"Lala, look."

Xiang Yu understood Xi Lao's meaning. The connection between the pen head and the pen holder did not depend on anything else, but on the stickiness of the melted mane.

Xiang Yu held the pen holder in his left hand and held it in his right hand. He pulled it gently, but there was no movement.

Surprised, Xiang Yu kept increasing his strength. When he finally used nearly half of his strength, he only heard a "click" and the penholder broke from the middle.

"You're a strong boy. A good brush has broken you!"

Xi old love pen, such as life, some regret to take the brush back to play with.

At this time, Xiang Yu's heart was shocked. It was seven or eight kilos of strength. Until the pen broke, the pen even made you fall down. How strong it must be!

Although the quality of the mane is good, but there is absolutely no such viscosity, so the firm effect is completely caused by the veins and small holes!

After playing with it for a while, Xi picked up his knife and waved it continuously. The broken pen became thinner again, and the bristle on the pen head was much less. It turned into a small brush in good condition.

"Ha ha, it's alive again. This pen is made by you and me. I'll give it to you."

Xi was very satisfied with his skillful hand and handed Xiang Yu the small brush with a smile.

Xiang Yu took it seriously. Although it was really an ordinary brush, it carried the heart of Xi Lao, so it was very suitable to keep it as a memorial.

Xi Lao picked up a wisp of mane, sighed and said, "these manes are of good quality. They were all put here by your father before he left. Now more than ten years have passed, and there are not many left. I don't know how many brushes can be made."

Xiang Yu knew that those manes were from porcupines with moon setting. It should not be difficult to grasp them, but they were precious to mortals like Xi Lao.

"Mr. Xi, I'll help you get some more tomorrow, so you can rest assured to make pens."

The old man laughed and led Xiang Yu to a small bed.

"It's getting late. Let's make do with it tonight."

"Thank you, Mr. Xi, and I'd like to learn how to make pens with you for a few days like my father, OK?"

"Ha ha, whatever you want."

Holding the candle, Xi Lao walked to another small bed. There were some hunchback shadows. With the flicker of the candle, he coughed from time to time.

Xiang Yu was very sad. Looking at this, I'm afraid that old Xi would not have many days.

The life span of ordinary people is very different from that of practitioners, which is also the reason why many people try their best to practice.

Although Xiang Yu could use some pills to increase the life span of Xi Lao, it had a great burden on his body, and he could not avoid suffering a lot more. Moreover, it was against the way of heaven, and the reincarnation of Xi Lao would also be affected.

It is a blessing to die without pain.

Before dawn the next day, Xiang Yu rushed to a forest outside Yemei city and killed dozens of monsters in Yuening in half an hour. A big sack of fine mane was taken back to the pen house in Shiqi lane.

Xi Lao's face was full of joy, laughing and praising Xiang Yu for being good, but he also knew that he didn't have much time, and it was a bit wasteful to talk about it from time to time.

After that, Xiang Yu stayed with him all the time. In addition to eating some coarse cereals, he put all his energy on pen making. We can see how much he loved it. He just wanted to enjoy it before he died.

Xiang Yu watched it for a day, and unconsciously learned a lot from the old man's technique. He believed that if he used the Qiwen skillfully, he would greatly improve his proficiency in the art.Soon into the night, Xi was still full of spirit, like a child when he met something he loved, to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep.

Xiang Yu didn't interrupt him. He sighed in his heart that most people in this world are hindered by all kinds of unnecessary common things and practices, and there are too few people who can calm down and do something they like.

"And I'm not... After saving Ning Shuang, I help Gu Qingying go back to complete his mission, find his father, help Bai Xiaogui go back to the wild beast continent, help Shi Tian kill the greedy wolf of Xiaoyao king, find the master and all the elder martial brothers and sisters... I find a secluded place to live in seclusion, but there are so many things to do..."

after finishing a brush, Xi doesn't want to go back to his hometown Consciously sitting on the futon, he fell asleep. Xiang Yu covered him with a thin quilt and rested on his knees on the futon.

Time passed quickly. Most of the time, the old and the young were making pens in the pen room. Xi Lao's physical condition was getting worse and worse. Xiang Yu had to make some nourishing soup for him.

On the fifth day, Xi had refused to eat. After he made a brush, he handed Xiang Yu the knife, which was slightly bigger than the palm of his hand.

"Thanks to your father and son, I had the chance to make ten thousand pens before I died. From then on, I will give you this knife."

This is Xi Lao's favorite thing. I'm afraid he has kept it close to him all these years. How can Xiang Yu win people's love? Just as he was about to refuse, Xi Lao's voice came again.

"You don't have to refuse. A dead man doesn't have to take anything away. It's my wish that he can stay with you. What's more, I gave your father three things in those years. It's not enough to give you only one. "

Xiang Yu no longer refused, solemnly put away the penknife, took a deep breath, joked: "why, father will take other people's things? And three more! He is not polite enough

Xilao also laughed.

"Ha ha, they are just ordinary objects, a piece of black dead wood, a black sickle, and a black stone. I don't know how he can see...

" what! "

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