In the strange carving workshop, the dragon-shaped wood carving suddenly fell. A great monk who transformed into gods with quick eyes and quick hands caught the wood carving and stared at the wood carving.

Many of the great monks looking at each other looked at each other, and someone whispered: "Should we try it with a wooden ruler?"

They were curious about the grade of such exquisite wood carvings that Qin Xuan carved at will.

The man holding the wooden sculpture looked at the direction where Qin Xuan disappeared, gritted his teeth for the last time, and put the wooden sculpture in his hand in front of the wooden ruler.

On top of the wooden ruler, blazing gold suddenly appeared, rising into the sky.

Under that golden light, a great monk named Huashen looked like a fool.

They naturally know what the golden light of the wooden ruler represents.

On this day, Yunzong is evergreen, and a dragon is carved with a sword.

The unfinished wood carving turned out to be a masterpiece!

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"Sister, this wood carving is really ugly!" Qin Xuan looked at the wood carving in his hand and smiled.

Chang Yan frowned, as if he had sobered up.

"The flying-feathered turtle is the work of my imagination when I was young! The lion-body knife was carved by me when I was young! The rotten fruit was also picked by me when I was young. The flower-scaled bird was sewn by me with my own hands."

Yan shook his head and smiled: "Is it really ugly? This is not the first time you have said this!"

"When I was young, I always liked to have unconstrained imagination and had inexhaustible fantasies. I just entrusted my youthful memories!"

Chang Yan held his head in his hands, looked at the three levels of sky, and laughed at himself: "Unknowingly, I have become an old woman over a hundred years old!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "For a cultivator, a hundred years is just a blink, so why should you care!"

"Senior sister, then this person should be the person you fell in love with when you were young, right?"

Qin Xuan looked at the headless, faceless, strange wood carving.

Changyan's eyes were leisurely and he refused to comment, "You are young and you are just starting to fall in love. It is inevitable that you will meet the person you fall in love with!"

Qin Xuan smiled lightly and said nothing, but he put away the wooden sculpture in his hand.

"Junior brother, it turns out that you can also pretend to be stupid!" Chang Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan was startled, shook his head and said: "It's not just pretending to be stupid, since senior sister can't let it go, even if I say ten thousand words, senior sister still can't let it go."

"There are three thousand avenues in the world and hundreds of millions of catastrophes. Only one catastrophe of love is difficult for all living beings to survive!"

"Fairy's spit, devil's disgust, ghost's hatred, Buddha's abandonment!"

Qin Xuan said lightly: "But all living beings in the world cannot escape love."

Chang Yan was startled, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Do you hate the word love so much? How can you be so unbearable? Even the fairies, ghosts, demons and Buddhas don't want to see you."

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, "It's not that I hate it, it's that I know it will burn me like fire if I encounter it, but it's hard to avoid it!"

"Just like the way of heaven, all the cultivators know that it is impossible to escape the way of heaven, but they embark on the boundless road with the slogan of going against heaven!"

Chang Yan fell into deep thought and suddenly woke up. She turned to look at Qin Xuan, "Junior brother, are you really only over a hundred years old?"

"Yeah!" Qin Xuan nodded.

"I feel like you look like a ten-thousand-year-old monster, so old-fashioned!"

"Illusion!"

"No, my intuition has always been very accurate!"

"oh!"
Chapter completed!