He Chang and very naturally elevated the porcelain to the entire antique range, attributing Lin Yue's ability to pick up and the bronze ware that had nothing to do with porcelain to his own teaching.

  Chang Tai looked at the Cold Moon Carving Knife in front of him with surprise. Who had time to care about He Chang's self-praise?

  After a long while, Chang Tai finally came out of his initial shock and asked Lin Yue: "What is this engraving knife called?"

  "Han Yue, this name was given by me, because on one side of the knife is engraved a small 'moon' character."

  "Cold Moon?"

  Chang Tai heard this and his whole body shook, he hastily flipped over the Cold Moon Engraved Knife to take a look, and indeed there was a small seal script "Moon" character. Seeing this small wind "Moon" character, Chang Tai's expression immediately became extremely agitated, both hands began to tremble along with it.

  He Chang saw that Chang Tai's expression was not quite right and hastily asked: "Old Man Chang, what's wrong?"

  Chang Tai's expression was first shocked and then calm, the excitement on his face also dissipated a lot. When he looked at Lin Yue, he regained his usual composure.

  Chang Tai's expression changed so greatly in an instant that everyone was stunned.

  What's going on here?

  Why does his expression change so quickly? One second he's excited and the next second he's calm again.

  He Chang finally spoke up with concern: "Old Chang, are you okay?"

  "It's okay, hehe..."

  Chang Tai smiled and waved his hand at everyone, indicating that he was fine. Then he said to Lin Yue: "Let's begin."

  Lin Yue nodded, took over the Han Yue knife handed over by Chang Tai, and then covered his own eyes with a black cloth.

  Lin Yue covered his eyes at the same time, and others also started to dodge one after another. Li Qingmeng took out a pair of sunglasses from her bag and put them on. People who learn carving need to protect their eyes every moment and practice their eyesight. Bad light is a good opportunity to exercise one's eyes. So generally, people who learn carving are equipped with a pair of sunglasses, which is what Chang Tai requires. Chang Tai also smiled and took out three pairs of sunglasses from the study, two of which were handed over to He Changhe and He Lanyu, and the remaining one was worn by himself.

  Wearing sunglasses helps to observe the changes in incense, and the sunglasses are different from the black cloth worn by Lin Yue, so you can see things in the room clearly, and also see Lin Yue's actions of chopping down and drawing a knife.

  He Lanruo curiously put on a large pair of sunglasses, then kept looking around, finding that the surroundings had become dark and feeling very amused in her heart.

  After everyone was ready, Chang Tai said to Lin Yue: "You can start now. You have only ten chances with the ten incense sticks. The incense is very thin and Han Yue's knife is very sharp, cutting it in half will just extinguish it. Begin."

  Lin Yue didn't move, but instead made a shocking action under the gaze of everyone. He pulled down the black cloth covering his eyes, then doubled up the original single layer and covered his eyes again.

  Seeing Lin Yue's movements, Chang Tai's heart was violently shaken. With one layer of fabric, walking on the road was already very difficult, and with two layers, only a faint red dot could be seen.

  What he said earlier about covering with a layer of cloth being almost the same as in the dark night is somewhat exaggerated, but the difficulty is absolutely not small. At most, it's only slightly clearer than seeing red dots in the dark night, and everything else is basically the same. Two layers of cloth are even more overwhelming than the dark night, just like closing your eyes, with only ten red dots flickering in front of you.

  He Changhe did not expect Lin Yue to make such a move, and his expectations for Lin Yue grew even greater. The excellence of one's own apprentice also brings glory to the master.

  Li Qingmeng's eyes flashed a bright color, her eyes tightly staring at Lin Yue.

  He Lanyue tilted his head and thought for a moment about the effect of the two pairs of sunglasses overlapping, and finally came to a surprising conclusion: nothing could be seen.

  She curiously looked at the Lin Yue's hand holding that cold light flashing Frost Moon Engraved Knife, suspecting whether this knife could really chop a thin incense stick in half under Lin Yue's hands.

  Lin Yue didn't move, from the moment that Chang Tai started speaking, he had been adjusting his breath and state, intending to enter a state of stillness like an ancient well. Lin Yue had tried before, if he wasn't in this state, at most ten knives would hit three times, which was already the limit, usually floating around one or two knives.

  Time passed minute by minute, second by second. Just when everyone thought Lin Yue was intentionally delaying and didn't dare to make a move, the muscles on his face began to relax, and the curve of his mouth gradually straightened.

  Breathing is steady and prolonged, a state of stillness like an ancient well appears.

  At this moment, Lin Yue had no more excitement or tension, no joy or sorrow. The outcome was no longer something that could stir up any fluctuations in him, and the dream that was about to come true in the next moment couldn't even move his heart. At this moment, he was just a detached observer and the controller of the cold moon in his hand, the terminator of the ten incense sticks in front of him.

  All I have is a knife.

  In her eyes, there is only fragrance.

  Lin Yue took a step forward at will, completely without being blinded by the unnaturalness. This step made Lin Yue's distance from the first incense less than an arm's length.

  Everyone held their breath as they saw Lin Yue move, this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, who could see the knife cut through the air? The opportunity was not to be missed, and if it was lost, it would never come again. The four people in their hearts vaguely felt that Lin Yue had changed, becoming more elusive, but he was still standing in front of them, this contradictory feeling made them feel normal beyond measure.

  Lin Yue moved his feet slightly, adjusted the angle, and said softly: "It's started."

  The voice is fleeting, with a hint of otherworldly flavor.

  The sentence stunned everyone around, and in the midst of everyone's stunned expression, Lin Yue suddenly drew his sword.

  A cold gleam of a sword ripped through the four people's ink-colored sky.

  Everyone only felt that Lin Yue's hand flashed a cold light, and the red dot in front of him instantly disappeared, silently disappearing from view.

  So fast!

  Hit it!!!!!

  There were only two thoughts left in everyone's mind. The first thought didn't give anyone time to react, but the second thought made everyone's body tremble suddenly.

  He Lanruo subconsciously opened her mouth to scream, but as soon as she did, she suddenly came back to her senses and immediately covered her own mouth tightly with both hands, a look of shock in her eyes.

  Li Qingmeng saw the red dot of incense burning disappear in front of her, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

  Lin Yue's speed and precision in drawing his sword left He Chang and others staring at him in amazement. He could clearly remember that when he was a child, Chang Tai had shown off his ability to chop incense sticks, but even then, he had hesitated for a while before making the move, and that was during the daytime! The Chang Tai of over 50 years ago and today's Lin Yue were as different as heaven and earth.

  Among the four, Chang Tai felt the deepest about Lin Yue's knife. The pain and monotony of practicing splitting incense as a child were still vivid in his mind. What was unbearable for ordinary people was not just the physical pain, but also the psychological burden of frustration. Sometimes you might split hundreds of times without necessarily hitting one knife.