As they were talking, Xiao Huang'er brought over the food.

Ye Buxiu also warmly invited the group to have a meal.

The two clever people had come precisely during this mealtime.

Upon hearing Ye Buxiu's invitation, his eyes gleamed with a greedy light.

The wind swept away the clouds.

After a satisfying meal and tea.

After seeing off the three guests,

Ye Buxiu lay on the armchair, pondering what gifts he should give tomorrow.

The mountain they were on was called Huluo Mountain, where there was abundant water and probably plenty of fruit.

If you have plenty of fruit, what should you give as a gift?

Oh, right, I also have a treasure chest.

Ye Buxiu suddenly remembered the treasure chest the system had given him earlier.

Although the contents of this treasure chest aren't great.

But if we don't open it, we might as well.

He immediately chose to turn it on.

A flash of golden light appeared, then the inside of the box dimmed again.

"It feels like opening a blind box."

Ye Buxiu stuck his head over in a sarcastic tone.

This is a calligraphy brush, and there's also a bottle of black ink inside.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Incisive Carving Brush.]

Penetrating to the core? A carving brush?

Can a calligraphy brush also be used for carving?

Ye Buxiu dipped his brush in the ink and went into the courtyard.

"Is the dead tree asleep?"

"Master, not yet."

"Emmm, could you lend me a plank?"

"OK."

The withered tree trembled, and a rough branch turned into a plank and fell down.

Thanks.

Ye Buxiu took the wooden board and thanked him.

With a wave of his hand, he wrote the three characters "Ye Buxiu" on the wooden board.

"You haven't practiced calligraphy for many years, but your handwriting is still so good!"

Ye Buxiu nodded in satisfaction.

Then I watched as the ink seeped into the wooden board, reaching a depth of exactly three-tenths of an inch.

He tried to wash the wooden board with water, but the stains wouldn't come off.

Ye Buxiu made another mark on the wall, and to his surprise, the ink seeped into the wall as well.

"That's amazing!"

Ye Buxiu put away the brush with satisfaction. Isn't this more fragrant than any grass?

It's getting late.

He went back to his room to sleep.

When he was seven-tenths asleep, his courtyard began to bustle with activity.

First, there were the balls and pippi inside his clothes, then there was Ming Fengyan and the mirror in his space.

Even Giddens Ko and Ye Buxiu's calligraphy brushes, which were placed on the wooden table in the kitchen, came out.

Pipi and Ming Fengyan were at the very bottom of this group of big shots, and they usually wouldn't say anything when the big shots were discussing things.

And today, three more big shots have arrived.

They stood humbly in the corner, listening to the bigwig speak.

First came the sound of a withered tree.

"Welcome here. Has the master noticed anything unusual about you?"