The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

Zhenwang stared blankly at Naoya's smile, and thought a lot in her mind for a while, about Master Naoya, about the Buddhist monastery, about herself... In the end, she erased all these thoughts.

She chooses to trust the person in front of her.

Even though Master Zhizai just turned five years old, the intuition in her heart told her that she could trust the person in front of her.So, Zhenwang bowed and said, "Yes, young master."

Naoya nodded and continued to enjoy the light and delicious breakfast.

Whether it's fresh and salty miso soup with mushroom tofu, or grilled charred salmon seasoned only with sea salt, it all tempts his index finger and makes him hungry.It’s just a big bowl of steaming rice, which occasionally gives him the illusion that what he is eating is not breakfast, but a serious lunch—after all, he hasn’t eaten such a traditional Japanese breakfast for more than 20 years.

Well, classic carbs with carbs.

Naoya only felt that he had slept for a long time, but he didn't feel it when he just woke up. After eating a few mouthfuls, he found that his stomach was very empty, which made him eat much faster than usual, although He still abides by the basic dining rules, but the frequency of smacking his mouth is getting faster and faster.

In less than ten minutes, he ate up his breakfast and even hiccupped when he was done.

Naoya, who was full and didn't want to move anymore, lay down on the tatami mat, and even grabbed a mat to use as a pillow for himself.

Seeing this, Zhenwang felt helpless, and started to pack the tableware while reminding, "Master, lying down right after eating is not good for the stomach."

Naoya squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep, and muttered softly, "Got it, I'll just lie down casually, and I have to train in a while." After a moment of silence, he seemed to think of something, and asked, "By the way, Zhenwang, you know what is suitable Is it for carving?"

Zhen Wang was stunned, "Master, do you want to carve something?"

"Carve a small ornament or something, probably, uh...so big." Naoya sat up and gestured towards Mamoko, about the size of a fist.

Zhenwang nodded when he saw this, "I see, have you had any carving experience, young master?" After a pause, he continued, "If you don't have experience, it may be easier to carve a relatively soft material like wood. You can also practice your hands first."

"Hmm... makes sense, but I'm also in a hurry, and I want to finish it before Sanji." Naoya thought for a while, "Then help me find some wood of the right size first, what kind of wood do you have? Do you recommend it?"

Zhenwang agreed, packed the dinner plate and put it aside temporarily, and said slowly, "Generally speaking, soft wood such as camphor wood and pine wood is easier to carve, and is more suitable for beginners; but when it comes to the luster of the finished product, and Whether it can be preserved for a long time, hard wood is indeed better, such as mahogany, sandalwood, etc., but at the same time, the difficulty of carving will increase a lot.”

Zhizai heard the words thoughtfully, then couldn't help but looked at Zhenwang and smiled, "I didn't expect you to understand this. Fortunately, I asked you a question, otherwise I don't know where to start, so I can only figure it out by myself."

What's more, it's mid-November now, and there really isn't much time left.

"Thank you, Makoto." Thinking of this, Naoya said sincerely.

Zhenwang quickly bowed, "These are all what I should do, and I am very happy to help you, young master." After finishing speaking, he paused, "Then young master, have you considered what kind of wood you need?"

"Hmm... let's get some pine wood first," Naoya thought for a while, and asked with his face propped up, "Don't get too much pine wood, I'm just practicing my hands first, and then I want a piece of sandalwood of the right size. Wood is used as the material for the final product, so that should be about the same.”

"Okay, I will prepare it for you, and then..." Zhen Wang replied, but looked at Naoya who was about to lie down again, a little helpless, "It's time for you to go to the training ground, otherwise Er Jun should wait in a hurry."

Immediately, Naoya showed a painful expression on his face, and rubbed his face, "I just hope that guy won't torment me today... Sigh, I really don't want to go."

That's what I said, but knowing how ruthless Shier's tactics are, I still got up pitifully, and slowly went back to the room, "Then I will change my clothes and I will go there later, you go to your work first. Go." With that, he closed the shoji door.

Zhenwang shook his head with a smile, feeling in his heart that the young master was only childish at such times, and then he picked up the packed tableware and left.

She still has to prepare wood for the young master to carve.

And here Naoya is still dawdling in changing clothes.

It will soon be December.

Of course, what Naoya cares about is not the coming New Year, nor what kind of difficulties the Zenyuan Fan will make on Sanhe Day. He only cares about one thing - Shier's birthday, which is on the last day of December.Although Shi Er himself may not care about this kind of day at all, what's more, even he himself has forgotten it, but Naoya still wants to make something for the other party with his own hands. pretty good idea.

The premise is if he can carve it out.

It's time to thank Shi Er for teaching physical skills in the past few months, Naozai thought to himself, but... what is good to carve?

Naoya was a little hesitant. Things that were too difficult would definitely not work. Just one and a half months was not enough for him to let himself go and challenge difficult objects, but he would find things that were too simple boring.

Suddenly, Naoya remembered the words that he blurted out the day before yesterday.

And if you carve an eagle... that's fine?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. Anyway, he didn't expect to be able to carve it very finely. It would probably be in the shape of an eagle. If it didn't work, then he would use sandpaper to polish it and brush some wood wax oil. It might also have a good effect.

That's how people are. It's easy to think the process of a thing is particularly simple without doing it yourself.

And now, Naoya's thoughts perfectly interpreted this point.

But right now, Naoya obviously doesn't think so. After changing his clothes, he went to the training ground with a relaxed and happy face.Then this expression was seen by Shi Er who had already waited impatiently.

Shir: "..."

Very good, the little bastard is getting more and more arrogant, Shi Er said in his heart, but his face was expressionless, only the knuckles of his fingers were pinched, and they hit Naoya's heart one after another.

Naoya hurriedly restrained: "...I can explain."

"Heh." Shi Er had an expression of "Do you think I believe it?", disdainful of ridicule, and then did not say hello, picked up the long stick and attacked Naoya, so fast that a gust of wind blew.

Fortunately, Naozai didn't endure the beatings for several months. He knew that Shier never played cards according to common sense during training, and he had a tacit understanding in dealing with them. Sword, give the opponent a counterattack.

At this point, the two had a complete confrontation.

However, today Shi Er obviously recovered as usual, with a bit of guidance in the fight with Naoya, and the strength was also a bit weaker, it was not like yesterday's blindly slapping, leaving Naoya powerless to fight back.After feeling this, Naoya immediately felt relieved, and couldn't help but put a smile on his face, at least he didn't have to lie down directly from exhaustion like yesterday.

Shi Er naturally caught this change in Naoya's expression, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.

However, the two didn't fight for a long time. After all, the training content was not only about exercising combat skills, but also included a lot of tedious and tedious basic training. In simple terms, it can be roughly divided into endurance training and physical training.

During the whole process, Naoya's ankle and wrist were still tied with a weight of about ten catties.

But this is only limited to two or three hours of basic exercise. Naozai naturally did not toss himself to carry these loads for the rest of the time. After all, he is still in the developmental period, and there is a one-in-ten-thousand possibility that he does not want to lose his height. Give compressed water.

In this regard, Shier only used one word to evaluate.

"Smelly." With a disdainful expression, he also changed his usual lazy appearance, straightened his back and secretly showed off his height.

Naoya: "..." I suspect that you did it on purpose, and you have already obtained sufficient evidence. It's smug to care about your height!

Thinking about it this way, Naoya shot harder and harder during the sparring, as if forming a steady stream of motivation, urging him to turn over as soon as possible and blow Shir's head off.

Although this may be minimal.

But from another point of view, Shier is indeed dedicated to his duties and is teaching Naoya with all his strength, although neither of them will necessarily admit it.I have to say that sometimes the two are really as naive regardless of age.

After the training, Naoya collapsed on the ground. Although he knew that he should not lie down like this after strenuous exercise, but he couldn't hold it comfortably. Seeing this, Shir walked over and kicked him without hesitation, and said jokingly, "Tsk tsk , so weak, do you want me to carry you back?"

Naoya silently avoided Shier's stinky feet, "You go back first, I'll get up later."

He didn't want to be vomited by Shier again.

Shi Er sneered, knowing that Naoya's physical fitness was much stronger than it looked, so he turned around and planned to leave without hesitation.

Seeing Shi Er's leaving figure, Naoya struggled for a few seconds, finally stopped him, and asked, "By the way, do you have anything you like?"

From the moment he entered the training ground, he wanted to ask this question. Although he had already decided to carve an eagle and give it to Shier, he would be done, but if he could ask Shier to carve something he likes, it would be a good choice.

Thinking of this, Naoya was still looking forward to Shier's answer.

But Shi Er didn't look back, and lazily said, "Money." Then he completely disappeared around the corner.

Naoya: "..." Actually, it doesn't seem very surprising.

It's just that he felt that he was really stupid for having some expectations just now.

When Naoya got up and slowly dragged himself back to the room, he found something extra on his desk.It was the wood that Zhenwang had prepared for him. It was piled up neatly on his desk, and various tools were thoughtfully placed beside him, such as special carving knives and various grinding tools. sandpaper and more.

and a sumptuous dinner.

In view of Naoya's increasing training volume, more energy needs to be replenished.Therefore, the dinner that Zhenwang prepared for him was richer, more nutritious and plentiful, and even afraid that he would be overwhelmed, Zhenwang also specially prepared Xiaoshi tablets for children and some pickled hawthorns.

Hmm... Naoya looked at the words "for children" on the box of Xiaoshi Tablets, and the cute packaging, and decided to eat hawthorn - from the stubbornness of adults.

However, Zhenwang’s work is really reliable. Naoya sighed in his heart. After months of training, he slowly rubbed these things with his calloused palm. Tracing, trying to draw the outline of an eagle, thinking about drawing a rough shape first, so that it can be carved later.

It’s just that wood is different from paper. Even if it looks smooth and smooth on the surface, the texture pattern inside the wood is not a texture. This resistance was increased, so that the eagle he originally wanted to paint turned into a crooked fat chicken.

Looking at the "masterpiece" that he had completed with his own hands, Naoya stared at him, speechless for a while, and even a little ashamed to admit that it was actually something he drew himself, and a desire to destroy the body and traces surged in his heart impulse.

Uh, it seems... a little harder than he imagined.