It's not that Zhang Qing feels sorry for it, but he is afraid that a few more ginkgo fruits will fall from it and interrupt him.
Zhang Qing moved to a nearby tree, sat down and continued carving.
Zhang Qing carefully scratched on the bark of the tree, and from time to time he raised it to his face to make gestures. After a while, an oval wooden plate was carved out.
Looking at the bumpy plate in his hand, Zhang Qing curled his lips.
It seems that he does not have the talent to refine weapons, unlike Yi Qusheng, the things he carves are very beautiful.
Zhang Qing wrinkled his little face and made gestures for a long time. It seemed that the range of the eyes was not at the same height... So he drew the range again. This time it was the same height, but it was different in size.
Zhang Qing's face fell.
Seeing that the sun had risen above his head, Zhang Qing decided to take a nap first.
Zhang Qing put down his mask and closed his eyes to relax. He was half asleep when he suddenly felt a breath next to him, and Zhang Qing instantly became alert.
The breath was very slight and seemed to be suppressed deliberately, but it was still not difficult to feel that it had a grassy smell.
Are there any plants that have become spirits in Tianshan Gate? ?
Could it be the ginkgo just now...
The owner of the breath stood next to Zhang Qing, lowered his head and looked at the wooden plate in Zhang Qing's arms, then took a breath, and then muttered angrily.
"So ugly...you actually ruined my skin like this."
Zhang Qing:......
Then Zhang Qing felt that the plate in his arms and the knife at his waist were taken away. There was the sound of carving above his head, and many sawdust fell on the top of his head, but Zhang Qing did not move.
I didn't dare to open my eyes, I didn't dare to open my eyes at all.
He didn't dare to refute the tree spirit who carved it for him.
It is true that her skills are inferior to others.
The sound of whittling wood lasted for a short time and then stopped. The tree spirit didn't seem to want to keep carving his own skin. He threw the mask that was carved to an unknown extent into her arms, threw the knife on the ground, and then Concealed breath.
After Zhang Qing felt it carefully for a while, he relaxed and continued to doze off.
A quarter of an hour later, Yi Qusheng came to the back mountain and saw Zhang Qing sleeping soundly. He leaned down to look at the mask in her arms.
"The bark of the ginkgo tree looks... like a fox." Yi Qusheng quietly picked it up from her arms and looked at it.
The mask is half-face, covering only the eyes. The fox ears stand up high. The eyes are slender and slightly squinted. There are two willow-leaf-like carvings under the eyes, which should be patterns. Different from the fox masks that Yi Qusheng had made before, the fox mouth of this mask is relatively round and short. It should be carved like this to match the curvature of the tree bark.
Yi Qusheng looked at the mask carefully, then looked down at Zhang Qing. He saw sawdust on top of her head and couldn't help but chuckle.
How can I carve this so that my head is covered with sawdust?
Yi Qusheng was amused for a moment. He was worried about waking someone up, so he didn't remove the sawdust. He just squatted opposite Zhang Qing, picked up the mask and looked at her face.
The mask was at a distance from Zhang Qing's face and was not placed directly on her face, but it did not hinder Yi Qusheng's appreciation.
Looking at it, the corners of Yi Qusheng's mouth couldn't help but curl up.
cute.
From his aesthetic point of view, Zhang Qing is more suitable for the cat mask, but looking at it now, the fox mask is also good.
Yi Qusheng pointed the eye sockets of the mask towards Zhang Qing's eyes with great interest. Unexpectedly, the next second, the eyes in the frame opened. The girl, with a hazy sleepiness, raised her eyes slightly and looked straight through the eye sockets of the mask.
"Eldest brother?"
Yi Qusheng's breathing stagnated, his heart suddenly started beating wildly, and then his ears turned red.
He hurriedly put the mask back into Zhang Qing's arms, stood up, his eyes wandering, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
"Junior sister, haha..." Yi Qusheng saw Zhang Qing rubbing his eyes and some sawdust falling from the top of his head. He wanted to reach out and pat it, but he restrained himself. "You... forgot to bring the string to tie the mask with. I'll bring it to you."
Zhang Qing's expression remained normal, he picked up the mask and patted the sawdust off his body and head. "Thank you, senior brother."
Zhang Qing felt a little annoyed in his heart. Although he had long been immune to Yi Qusheng's approach, it was really a bit unreasonable to let down his guard so much...
"Junior sister." Yi Qusheng called softly, interrupting Zhang Qing's thinking. "Don't sleep in the back mountain next time. You know, it's not safe inside the door now. If you are really sleepy..." The young man's ears were burning red, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were lowered to look at the dead leaves on the ground, and he whispered He said, "You can call me over to guard you."
Zhang Qing looked at Yi Qusheng blankly, feeling that his heartbeat was a little fast. It took him a while to calm down, and his tone was a little messy: "Okay, I'll call you next time... Ah, no, I won't be in the woods anymore." I'm going to sleep here." Zhang Qing closed his mouth, feeling confused.
He lowered his head and looked at the mask in his hand. It had not been polished with sandpaper and had some angular scratches. However, the holes for the ropes had been drilled, just outside the lower ends of the two upright fox ears and the pattern under the eyes. On both sides, just enough for the rope to go around the ears.
Fox mask.
"Ahem, senior brother, where is the rope?"
"Oh...wait a moment, I put it in my pocket."
While Yi Qusheng was looking for the rope, Zhang Qing suddenly remembered that he hadn't tried it on his face yet, so he raised his hand and put the mask on his cheek.
The curvature of the mask fit the bridge of his nose and eye sockets just right. Zhang Qing was very satisfied and decided to come over and water the ginkgo tree every day.
"It's so suitable..." Zhang Qing muttered in a low voice. The next second, the four small holes where the rope was supposed to be passed suddenly sprouted ginkgo leaves, growing rustlingly towards the back of his head.
"Wow!" Zhang Qing was startled. He raised his hand and pulled off the mask again. He used too much force and almost threw it out.
The sudden turn of events frightened Yi Qusheng. He immediately gave up looking for the rope and reached out to grab the mask from Zhang Qing's hand to check.
Yi Qusheng took the mask and looked left and right, frowning, and then darkened his face: "Junior sister, who carved this mask of yours? You shouldn't be able to carve this effect yourself, right?" Then he gritted his teeth and said: "No. What I do, I want others to do..."
Zhang Qing's head was buzzing, and he reached for the mask in a panic: "Brother, no, please listen to my explanation."
Yi Qusheng raised his hand holding the mask with a look of displeasure on his face: "Okay, please explain, I want to see who else in our sect is Mu Linggen besides Su'er."
And it’s such pure wood spiritual power!
Is it possible that there can be a tree demon at Tianshan Gate?
Zhang Qing looked back at the huge ginkgo tree with a slight guilt, "Brother, this mask is..."
Before he finished speaking, a ginkgo fruit hit Zhang Qing on the back of the head at an extremely tricky angle.
"Well!"
"Junior sister?!" Yi Qusheng was startled again.
What's going on? She didn't even stand under the tree. How did the ginkgo fruit hit her?
"This mask, uh! This mask!" Every time Zhang Qing said three words, a ginkgo fruit hit her on the head. Yi Qusheng looked very strange. These unripe fruits would not be smashed anywhere, but on their heads.
This time it was Zhang Qing's turn to darken his face, cover his head, and gritted his teeth and said: "After I cut the bark, I still have half a bottle of spiritual plant liquid left. After I finished carving, I poured it on top."
After Zhang Qing said this, Ginkgo Fruit's offensive stopped.
Yi Qusheng: ...So there really is a ginkgo tree demon here who doesn't want to show up, right?
You have to report it to Suer.
...No, Qingqing clearly knew there was a tree demon here, so how could he still sleep?
Are you so sleepy? !
