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

After successfully carving the first wooden eagle, the next thing became much smoother.

As the days approached, Naoya's skills became more and more proficient. From being clumsy at the beginning, he couldn't even hold a charcoal pencil firmly when drawing on wood, to now he can outline a standard eagle outline in the blink of an eye.

Needless to say, the knives on the carving knife are far from perfect, but it is not difficult for Naoya to cut the general shape of the wooden eagle out of the wood with a snap of his fingers.

After all, this is the level he can only achieve by scrapping dozens of pieces of pine wood, including many of the shapeless ones that are directly broken into wood residues, as well as crooked and ugly finished products.

What's more, during this period, he also had to be on guard against dropping in from time to time to eat and drink, so as to avoid being discovered by the other party.Although Shi Er had inadvertently asked how the wound on his hand came from at the beginning, fortunately, Naoya insisted on perfunctory with his extra lifetime of experience.

Later, his wood carving skills improved, and Zhen Wang insisted that he wear woodworking gloves for protection, so the wounds basically disappeared.

It was quite bitter to say it, because he had worked his ass off just to give him a gift.And the time it took for all these things to add up, it is only about a week away from Shi Er's birthday.

So Naoya decided to start using a knife on sandalwood today.

What Zhenwang prepared for him was a whole piece of purple sandalwood, which was pitch black and solid in texture, and there was a faint jade-like warm texture between the tentacles, which was a bit addictive.Naoya caressed the sandalwood carefully, and when he found a good position, he outlined the appearance of the eagle with a charcoal pencil, and then prepared to carve it with a carving knife, but just as soon as he started, he could feel the difference between sandalwood and pine wood.

If carving pine wood is reclaiming the soil, then using a knife on sandalwood is trying to cultivate land in the Gobi Desert. The difficulty of the two cannot be compared at all.

But fortunately, Naoya has a lot of strength. After all, his physical training has never been interrupted, and the previous carving of pine wood has greatly improved his control over the strength of his hands.

The strength that had been restrained when carving pine wood before, can be released now.Just in case, he also put on special gloves, so as not to make mistakes later.

When Mamochi entered the room with dinner as usual, Naoya had already cut the general appearance of the wooden eagle out of the sandalwood, and now he was blowing the sawdust flying everywhere, and trimming the details of the wooden eagle bit by bit.

He was completely absorbed in his appearance, as if nothing could disturb him.

Seeing this, Zhenwang couldn't help but sigh, although she had seen the scene in front of her many times in the past month, but thinking of Master Naozai's frequent delays in eating, she felt a little helpless.

Seriously apologizing and never repenting, you are probably talking about Master Naozai, Zhen Wang thought to himself, but still put the food on the table lightly without complaint, for fear of disturbing the other party.

During the period, Naoya still focused on the wood carving without any distraction.

However, she waited for a while, and saw that her young master still maintained an appearance that was almost as old as the wood carving in her hand. She sighed again and had to take the initiative to interrupt, "Master, you..."

"Immediately! Immediately!" Unexpectedly, as if predicting, Naoya interrupted her unfinished words.

Even though it was expected that Naoya would act like this, after all, it was not the first time, but Zhenwang would still be choked by his young master's straightforward and quick delaying words, and he was a little dumbfounded for a while.

"Young master, every time you say this, it's going to be fast." Zhenwang hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice, "Your uncle...something new."

The movement of Naoya's hands slowed down, as if he was infected by Zhenwang, and he sighed for a while, "It really doesn't let people stop for a moment, these old guys..."

Then he put down the carving knife in his hand, got up and walked to the dining table, and slowly wiped his hands with the hot towel prepared by Zhenwang.

"Tell me, what does my uncle want to do?" Naoya asked, with no superfluous expression on his face, only pure indifference, completely different from him who just made excuses to procrastinate and not eat well two people.

It is easy to switch between the two modes.

Although Zhen Wang wanted to sigh at this, but he was used to it after seeing a lot, and soon he held his breath, "This time they are discussing matters in the inner room, I am not convenient to get close, I can only vaguely hear them mentioning 'curse spirit' and Words like 'Sanhe Day Banquet', but..."

She paused, and took out a very small glass bottle from her bosom, about the length of a thumb. Round pellets, not much larger than a kernel of corn.

"They want me to put this thing in your diet, young master, on Sanhe Day and before the clan banquet starts, and make sure you eat it." When he said this, Zhenwang's face was already solemn, and his eyebrows frowned .

Looking at the small glass bottle in Zhenwang's hand, Naoya smiled, "I underestimated them, and thought they would just play tricks and talk about it."

Naoya took the glass bottle, put it in front of his eyes and stared at the round pill of unknown composition, and asked, "Did they tell you what it is?"

"No," Zhen Wang shook his head, "I asked carefully, and they only said that this thing is non-toxic."

Naoya chuckled when he heard the words, "Of course it won't be poisonous, those old guys are not so courageous, and it's not necessary."

"Then what will it be?" Zhenwang was a little worried.

"This seal covers up the breath, and I don't know." Naoya played with the glass bottle, his tone a little casual, "But you said just now, I heard them mention the mantra and Sanhe Day at the same time, I guess it's not related to the two. Don't get involved."

He looked at Zhenwang, with some mockery in his expression, "After all, that's all they can do with their brains. It's an old-fashioned routine, and they don't know how to innovate after many years."

"It's like this whole Buddhist temple, backward and decayed, with a musty smell."

Seeing the clear coldness in Naoya's eyes that could no longer be restrained, Mamochi didn't feel scared, but worried, "Master..."

"It's okay, I'm just a little emotional," Naoya waved his hand, indicating that Zhen Wang didn't need to worry, and then brought up another matter, "Do you know how the scar on the corner of Shier's mouth came from?"

About the origin of the scar on the corner of Shi'er's mouth, almost everyone in the Buddhist monastery knows about it.

Zhenwang was stunned, thinking about what Naoya said just now, and then reacted, a little unbelievable, "You mean, they want to use the spell..."

"Probably, I'm just guessing," he said, but his expression was very certain without any hesitation. "This pill may have a similar marking effect to attract curse spirits to attack me."

"If the function of this thing is really like this, I just don't know when they will choose to release the curse spirit." Naoya said lightly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

Zhen Wang still couldn't believe it, "But... everyone will gather together on Sanhe Day, and the elders of the clan will also be present at that time. Aren't they afraid of accidental injury?"

Hearing this, Naoya sneered from his nasal cavity, and calmly said to Zhenwang, "You still think too much of them."

Zhenwang was stunned, a little puzzled.

"Let's not mention that most of the curse spirits raised by the Chanyuan family are only three or four levels, which is nothing to fear for them," Naoya said slowly, and finally began to pick up vegetables with his chopsticks. A few competitors are really profitable for my uncle, even if he accidentally hurt others in the end... Huh, as long as it is not him, it doesn't matter."

Seeing that Zhen Wang's expression became more serious, Naoya had no choice but to comfort him, and pretended to be relaxed, "Okay, don't put on a sour face, it's just speculation, maybe they don't want to make such a big fuss, and they only pick me when I'm alone. Only then will we start."

Zhenwang who was not comforted at all: "..."

"Master!" She was really helpless, could my master stop being so cynical.

"Yeah." Naozai babbled on food with his mouth full, and said vaguely, "Zhen Wang, today's dishes are really good, do you want to come and try it too?"

"...Don't choke." No way, Zhen Wang could only change the subject along Naoya, "I've already used it, thank you for your concern."

Naoya nodded, and continued to work hard, showing no signs of worry at all.

Looking at this picture, the worries in Zhenwang's heart were gradually calmed down for some reason, maybe she really didn't need to worry too much, after all, the young master also said that she had to trust him.

Noticing the small glass bottle that Naoya casually threw aside, Zhenwang couldn't help asking, "Then, what are you going to do with this thing, young master?"

Taking a look at what Zhen Wang pointed out, Naoya finished chewing the food slowly, and said indifferently, "Of course we can't take such a good thing, it's better to return it to the original owner."

Probably thinking of something interesting, Naoya let out a snort, "Why don't I use this to give my uncle a chance to perform well."

After understanding Naoya's unfinished words, Zhenwang was completely relieved, "Okay, then I'll go and prepare you some after-dinner snacks now."

"Well, do you have any special snacks today?" Naoya asked casually.

I really hope to answer, "Today, the kitchen has newly prepared Shuixinxuan cakes wrapped in pickled dried cherry blossoms. Do you want to try it, young master?"

"Uh, what?" Naoya froze when he heard the words, and couldn't help but recall the strange taste of cherry blossoms in his mind, as well as the cherry blossom-flavored potato chips that he had tried curiously in his previous life, as well as various specialties of cherry blossoms... These things are endless. With one exception, they all left an extremely 'deep' impression on his taste buds.

God knows, at the beginning he just missed it for a while.

The memories that were suddenly brought back were menacing, and Naoya felt as if there was a different feeling in his mouth. The food he was eating was no longer fragrant, and the miso soup was no longer fresh, and what replaced it was the taste of cherry blossoms. , lingering in his mind, lingering.

"No, no need, let's just forget about today's after-dinner snack." Naoya refused.

"Young master, take it easy, and I'll clean it up later." Although I didn't understand why Naoya had such a strange reaction, Zhen Wang didn't think too much about it, only thought that the young master was not interested in today's dim sum, and left after agreeing.

Because of the excessive associations caused by Zhen Wang's words, Naoya's appetite has greatly decreased now. It is also because he was too anxious to eat before. .

After eating a lot of air and going in, I'm afraid I'm going to hiccup for a while, Naoya thought indifferently.

The small glass bottle was still standing on the table, refracted by the light, and the black pill inside seemed to emit a strange light, the ghost knew what it contained.

The group of old guys wanted him to eat this kind of thing in a delusional way, it was simply... disgusting, Naoya looked at the small glass bottle with disgust, and felt a little nauseous for a while.

Let them enjoy this kind of thing.However, how to return this thing?Naoya stared at the glass bottle and thought.

The next moment, he thought of Shier.

Uh......

Naoya looked at his unfinished wooden eagle, but if he chose to ask Shier at this time, would it appear that he was very utilitarian when he gave birthday gifts later?

Thinking of Shier's aura when he gave him the devil's physical training, Naoya couldn't help shaking, and got into a tangle. Should he give gifts first and then talk about things, or is it the other way around?