"Take an apprentice?"

  Lin Yue's heart skipped a beat at the same time, and he was overjoyed. He understood the meaning behind Chang Tai's words, which was to take him in.

  "Are you very happy?" He Chang and pressed Lin Yue with a gaze.

  "Uh..." Lin Yue was taken aback and then gave an awkward smile.

  "Don't be too happy, this old man is not as easy-going as I am. He still has more tests for you, so be mentally prepared and don't lose face in front of me!" He Chang was actually secretly reminding Lin Yue of the upcoming test while appearing to gloat.

  Lin Yue nodded confidently and said, "Don't worry, I have confidence."

  "Do you have confidence?" This time it was Chang Tai's turn to be puzzled, "You've been following Old Man Chang learning ceramics every day for a month, when did you have time to practice?"

  "Is it always at night that you practice?" Lin Yue said with a smile on his face.

  "Evening?" Chang Tai said: "Stretch out your hand and let me see."

  Lin took a step forward and placed his hands in front of Chang Tai. The soft and delicate hands that were still pale just a month ago now had thick calluses on the base of his fingers. Although they looked pale, they had become slightly rough. This was the result of his practice for the past month. For a whole month, he had to endure not only the pain in his arms from gripping the knife but also the pain from the friction on his palms. Blisters formed and were worn off, only to form again... Such repetition could only be imagined how much suffering he had endured over the past month.

  Seeing the thick calluses on his hands and the blood blisters, Chang Tai's face also changed color. This was definitely the result of long-term hard training. Layer upon layer of skin represented repeated grinding.

  If he didn't believe in Lin Yue's efforts for this month earlier, now he does.

  He Chang had never paid attention to Lin Yue's hands before, but this time he felt a pang in his heart at close range. Thinking of Lin Yue's diligent study of ceramics knowledge for the past month, and thinking of Lin Yue practicing incense every night with a tired body, one knife after another, one time after another, without knowing when to stop, and still having to get up early to go to Rong Le Xuan in the morning, his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

  Lin Yue didn't think he was suffering or working hard, he just felt that a day's time was too short, not enough for him to practice, not enough for him to study ceramics, and not enough for him to rest. He had never thought about what it would be like to give up, he just persisted, single-mindedly persisted, believing that his efforts would yield results, and that the heart of effort couldn't feel pain, at most it was facing difficulties time and time again, breaking through difficulties time and time again.

  After a long while, Chang Tai let out a deep sigh and asked: "How many times do you practice chopping in a day?"

  "I don't know either." Lin Yue shook his head and said, "At the beginning, I would chop one incense stick a day, but later on, it gradually increased. In the end, how many chops I made in a day, I really don't know."

  "How many trees can you cut down in one day?"

  "Seven roots." Lin Yue said lightly, with a kitchen knife he could chop six roots, and after switching to the relatively light Han Yue carved knife, he could chop seven roots, or even more.

  "Seven!!!"

  Chang Tai couldn't help but be moved, seven roots is an extremely difficult number, ordinary people can't even persist for a month with one root per day, because this is an exceptionally monotonous and dull thing, not something that ordinary people can persist in. But Lin Yue not only persisted, but also broke through every day, and finally reached the terrifying level of seven roots.

  So cool!

  What great perseverance and determination!

  He Changhe was also startled by the number in Lin Yue's mouth, splitting seven incense sticks in one day, which is almost unimaginable. He remembered that when he was a child, there was a period of time when he practiced splitting incense sticks, and at most, he could split three sticks in a day, after which he would be exhausted like a dead dog, and never practiced again. The current Lin Yue surpasses the young Chang Tai who had a crazy obsession with carving.

  He Chang and couldn't help but sigh at the thought, in this situation, whatever he said would be useless, it was impossible to change Lin Yue's mind about learning sculpture.

  Unconsciously, it was already around 11:30, and it was time to eat. However, the three people in the study room had no appetite at all. Chang Tai couldn't wait any longer and dragged Lin Yue out for a test, he couldn't wait to see how many of the ten knives Lin Yue could hit.

  Three people left the living room, and Chang Tai rushed into his bedroom to fetch incense.

  Soon, ten sticks of incense were lit in the living room. The fragrance immediately filled the entire living room.

  Chang Tai had just taken out the incense when Lin Yue's face changed slightly.

  More delicate than usual practice.

  However, he soon recovered.

  Go east, south, west, or north wind, I remain unmoved.

  Lin Yue has this confidence.

  He Lanruo had already learned from Li Qingmeng about Lin Yue's exam today, and couldn't help but feel curious. After Chang Tai finished burning incense, she tried to make a gesture with her hand, but didn't even touch the edge of the incense burner, feeling disappointed while being full of curiosity about Lin Yue's next move.

  Li Qingmeng also looked at Lin Yue with a cold face, often slightly thoughtful, and didn't know what he was thinking.

  "It's daytime now, and the requirements for splitting incense are much lower than at night. Isn't that not good?" Lin Yue asked out of curiosity.

  He Chang glared at Lin Yue with a fierce gaze, saying: "You're really straightforward, simple-minded, aren't you? Don't worry, it won't be that easy. If I let you have your way, what's the point of even having a fight?"

  As expected, He Chang had just finished speaking, and Chang Tai handed over a black cloth to Lin Yue: "Use this to cover your eyes, so it feels like the middle of the night, you can only see the red sparks of incense burning, nothing else is visible."

  Good method!

  Lin Yue smiled slightly, took the black cloth and covered his eyes, then pulled out the Han Yue engraved knife from his pocket and grasped it in his hand, asking: "Can we begin?"

  "Wait!!!"

  Chang Tai Meng took a swift step forward and arrived at Lin Yue's side, snatching the Han Yue carved knife from his hand. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at it.

  Lin Yue took off his eye mask just in time to see Chang Tai's bright and piercing eyes, and he couldn't help but smile wryly. Indeed, as He Lao had said, when Han Yue saw the Cold Moon Carving Knife, Old Chang would immediately go crazy.

  The charm of a cold moon and a sharp knife is indeed irresistible to ordinary people.

  He Lanrue saw the Han Yue carved knife in Chang Tai's hand and exclaimed, her big eyes wanting to take a closer look at the Han Yue carved knife.

  Li Qingmeng, as a nominal disciple of Chang Tai, couldn't resist the beauty of Han Yue's knife. She first took a deep look at Lin Yue, then slowly walked towards Chang Tai and He Lanruo.

  He Changhe, who was standing aside, couldn't help but feel pleased with himself and proudly said to Chang Tai, "See that? This engraving knife is something Lin Yue picked up from the antique market. If I hadn't told him to go out and practice his stall, how could he have found such a good engraving knife? Haha, see? Studying antiques really pays off! What's the point of having him study carving?"