"Yanshi was a craftsman in ancient times. People thought that they were advocating the mechanisms, and they were advocating the steps and tilting them. If they were clever and real, they would sing and sing in accordance with the rules and hold their hands. They would dance in accordance with the rhythm, and they would change in the direction of the mind. They would be suitable for the purpose of the purpose. They would all be done by the liver and gallbladder, heart and lungs, spleen and kidneys, stomach and stomach, and muscles, branches, fur, and teeth and hair."

"Ask: Can a person's skill be the same as that of a good fortune?"

"Yanshi said: OK! He then preached to the world."

"Laterers are grateful for their kindness, so they call it the cleverest among craftsmen, and they are the ancestors of all craftsmen."

...

In Dongshengzhou, in the Yong Kingdom, a group of young men were reciting in the gathering place of monks named Baiyanfang, holding books and reciting in unison.

One of the boys who looked quite clever was punished outside the hall alone, with his eyes raging, and he looked pitiful.

The middle-aged man who looked like a master craftsman in Ketang had a dark face and ignored it. Until the entire preface of "Yanshi Biography" was recited and the voice gradually stopped, he scolded: "You are an apprentice of Yanzhe, and you have been studying the biography of the ancestors since you were a master, and how can you forget your roots?"

"Master, you know your mistake!" said the clever boy in tears, "I just said unintentionally, just forgave me."

"Yes, Master, just forgive him." The other teenagers pleaded for mercy.

The middle-aged man glared at the boy a few times and finally let go: "Go back and copy the biography and preface the first ten chapters and ten times! Leave it to me before noon tomorrow!"

When the clever boy heard this, he immediately felt like an eggplant. His head drooped, and he still bargained in a low voice: "So many, can we lose a little?"

The middle-aged man said angrily: "If you talk nonsense, just copy it for me a hundred times!"

The clever boy was frightened and said, "Teacher, please spare me!"

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man was still angry, but he turned around and left in the end.

"Wow, you're really finished this time!"

"The first ten chapters of the biography of the ancestors and the prefaces must be written in at least three thousand words. If you copy them ten times, you will have to have 30,000 words."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After the middle-aged man left, the teenagers who had pleaded for him had a bang and became noisy like herding sheep.

The clever boy said dejectedly: "Didn't I just complain about the hardships of craftsmen? Isn't it as good as a sword cultivator? Why is this?"

"Why is this?" someone whistled, "How about you say something more if you dare to be a master?"

"Yes, who doesn't know that although sword cultivators have magical powers and magic, they have no great wisdom. Is it called having skills but no way?"

"You are in Dongsheng and Xihe, a big traitor!"

"Why don't I wait to report it and ask the craftsman to punish him for copying it a few more times."

When the clever boy heard this, his face suddenly became even more bitter. He bowed and bowed repeatedly and begged everywhere.

This scene of classmates playing with each other made Li Chen, who was sitting and watching not far away, feel intimate, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

His thoughts floated like he was back many years ago, and he was still on earth, a student.

But time has changed. Now, not only have many years passed, but I have become a human being again, and have completely become a lonely wanderer in this world of cultivation...

"Why are you laughing at? Do you think what he said is reasonable?" Suddenly, a voice sounded next to Li Chen.

Li Chen was shocked and quickly got up to greet him: "I have met the master craftsman."

He explained: "Master, I have no intention of agreeing, because all the work of saints are made by saints. They use gold as blades, concrete as tools, carts as land, boats as boats as water. This is a Taoist technique, and we have already obtained it."

"The sword cultivator and sorcerer seem to be walking on the surface to drag the waves, relying on the void to control the wind, can swallow and spit water and fire, and implement the five energys. There are also the elegant and romantic monks who travel to the North Sea and the Cangwu in the evening. In fact, they are like rafts, like trying to transcend the other shore, but walking with a boat on their backs."

"The generalized people have skills but no principles, forgetting the original intention of using falsehood to cultivate the truth is like a monkey show to make people laugh. Therefore, Li Chen did not envy him, and he looked down on any immortal spirit."

The person who came was the middle-aged man who scolded the young people before. His name was Zhao Bin, who was the chief of Tiangong College in Baiyanfang. In Li Chen's understanding of two lives, he was equivalent to a principal of a primary school or junior high school.

Or... a teacher from a certain technical school?

A messy thought flashed through Li Chen's mind, but his surface etiquette was not vague at all, because his identity in this life was just a miserable orphan. Compared with Zhao Bin, who had become a master and had a certain wealth and status, he was like a cloud of mud.

Because of his poor family in this life, Li Chen was displaced in wars when he was young. He missed the opportunity to join the Chuangyu Sect and accept the complete Yanshi inheritance. He could only settle for the second best, and like many grass-roots people who were determined to embark on the road of cultivation, he became a casual cultivator who seeks the truth.

What he is doing now is to listen, but in fact it is no different from learning skills.

That is, after many years of development, the world of cultivation no longer worships the ancients and conservatives, so this is allowed to act.

But in principle, Zhao Bin and Zhao Shijiang are also qualified to drive themselves away at any time and are not allowed to listen.

Furthermore, for many years, Li Chen has been grateful for his kindness when he listened to his lessons and regarded him as a teacher in his heart, and has a different kind of respect from others.

Seeing that Li Chen was respectful and his words were very suitable for his own wishes, Zhao Bin's gloomy face slowed down a little, but then he had a little more different meaning from the time he treated the boys before.

"Li Chen, at a young age, you have such experience. You are really different from others!"

Li Chen said: "The master and craftsman are praised."

Zhao Bin said, "How have you been studying recently?" As he said that, his eyes moved not far behind Li Chen. A disc as big as a plate, floating on the machine on the top of the tree with a slight buzzing sound.

From the perspective of Li Chen's two lives, it was just a four-rotor aircraft made by him combining his previous life's experience and his cultivation in this life, which is the "drone" that is more common in the public's cognition.

However, Zhao Bin was quite interested in the mechanical principles. He also looked at him differently because he accidentally discovered that he had made this thing a few years ago. He believed that this son was ingenious and talented, and he would not have to achieve anything in the future.

Li Chen said: "I have learned the blessing of the craftsman. I have learned the skills of this object thoroughly and officially recorded it and turned it into a secret drama."

Zhao Bin said: "I haven't paid attention to your progress for more than half a year. I don't expect you to have really done this. Do you know why I asked you to fully understand this thing and turn it into a map?"

Li Chen's heart moved and he vaguely guessed something, but he still pretended to be confused and said, "This... I don't know."

Zhao Bin said seriously: "Submit the map and offer it to the sect. This is a great opportunity for you to be granted the identity and inherit the secret technique!"

"It's not easy to be a casual cultivator." He said this, but he was very sorry, "It's a pity that you didn't join the sect and became a disciple. Otherwise, this map alone would be enough to enter the inner sect, and it's even expected to be true."
Chapter completed!