Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

"Of course." Carl nodded with a smile.

Looking at her clean eyes and smile, he simply couldn't resist.

"Ah, that's great." Xue Yao was very excited when she heard that.

Karl raised his hand and handed her a crystal clear ice cube and an exquisite ice carving knife, with encouragement flashing in his eyes.

"Fairy Xueyao, the art of ice sculpture requires patience and meticulousness, but more importantly, it requires a touch of the soul. Please use your heart to feel the soul in the ice and let it bloom in your hands."

Xueyao took the tools and walked towards the workbench where the ice was. Her heartbeat quickened. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and felt the temperature and texture of the ice.

For a moment, many ice sculptures appeared in my mind.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze gleaming with determination and anticipation, as if she had something planned out for herself.

She began to carve carefully, sliding her fingertips lightly across the ice, as if she was having a conversation with it.

The ice carving knife in the hand gently touches the ice, as if awakening a sleeping elf.

As she moved, pieces of ice flew out from under the knife, like snowflakes gently falling, or like the shimmering morning dew.

Delicate textures began to appear on the surface of the ice, as if the scenery hidden in the white mist was gradually revealed.

Xueyao's hands seemed to be guided by an invisible force, and every movement was just right, smooth and natural. Her attention was completely focused on the ice in her hand, and the hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed to be far away from her.

Seeing Xueyao taking action herself, Suxin, Xueyu, Renhu, Yunduoduo and others were also eager to try. But for some reason, Karl only paid attention to Xueyao and ignored the desires of others.

The crowd had no choice but to either quietly admire the various ice sculptures or watch Xue Yao carve them.

Su Xin, Yun Duoduo, Xue Ying, Ren Hu, Jin Peng and Bao Ling all stood beside Xue Yao, staring at the changes in the ice in her hand.

They held their breath, watching Xueyao's every move intently. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the sound of the ice carving knife scraping against the ice echoing in the air.

Under Xueyao's meticulous carving, the ice gradually began to reveal its outline. She first outlined a general shape, then gradually refined it, each line appearing so precise and full of vitality.

Her heart was filled with love and awe for the art of ice sculpture, as if she was breathing and creating together with the ice.

She was carving, her mind focused on the ice in her hands and the knife. Everyone around her was watching her, but she was completely unaware.

It seemed as if she was the only one in this huge space.

Carl watched quietly from the side, nodding in approval from time to time.

Every time Xue Yao cuts the ice, it seems so natural and smooth, as if there is some kind of mysterious resonance between her and the ice.

Her soul seems to be integrated with the ice, and every carving is the ultimate pursuit of beauty.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, and every passing second is accompanied by the delicate flying of ice chips.

Xue Yao's fingertips danced on the ice like a dancer spinning on the ice, and every touch caused a delicate ripple.

Her breath mixed with the temperature of the ice, creating an indescribable harmony.

As she carves deeper, the story within the ice seems to slowly awaken. It's not just a static sculpture, but a living scene, with every detail imbued with the rhythm of life.

There was a gleam in Xueyao's eyes, which was the pursuit of beauty and the endless love for art.

She didn't think about carving anything, but just did it according to her heart.

On the operating table, the piece of ice kept changing in her hands.

Initially, it was roughly a standing rectangular block.

After many lines appeared, the lower part looked like cliffs and waterfalls on a cliff.

The upper part gradually reveals the misty mountain top, like a mysterious mountain in a fairyland.

At the top of the mountain, you can vaguely see an ancient attic, and the outline of the attic is looming in the ice sculpture, revealing an atmosphere of elegance and mystery.

Xueyao's fingertips wandered across the eaves and window frames of the attic, and every cut was carefully crafted, striving for perfection.

As you go deeper into the carving, you will find that there seem to be several practitioners in long robes standing in front of the attic door. Some of them are looking down in deep thought, while others are looking up at the sky. Their shapes are different and lifelike.

The appearance of these practitioners adds a touch of otherworldly charm to the entire ice sculpture.

Fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of Xueyao's forehead, but she was completely unaware and was completely immersed in her own creation.

Her heart is filled with love and persistence for ice sculpture art, and she strives to achieve perfection in every detail.

The carving continues and the ice keeps changing.

Su Xin, Yun Duoduo, Ren Hu and others who were watching widened their eyes and exclaimed in their hearts: Meixiang Pavilion.

Yes, what Xue Yao carved, intentionally or unintentionally, was the small two-story building - Meixiang Pavilion - that she had conjured up when she first arrived at Meihua Mountain on earth.

The difference is that there are nine people standing in the courtyard in front of the door, each with his or her own posture.

The more they looked, the more surprised they became, because they all saw someone who looked very much like themselves.

Because Xueyao had instructed in advance that no one was allowed to make any noise during the whole process so as not to disturb her.

So, no matter how surprised they were, they remained silent. Only they knew that their hearts were already in turmoil.

When she left the human world, Xue Yao took Meixiang Pavilion into the Yaolin Secret Garden, and all her companions knew about it.

But now, seeing such ice sculptures, the hearts of those who once lived in Meihua Mountain on earth were boiling with excitement.

There are their shared memories and a warm harbor for their first entry into this world.

Xue Yao's fingertips continued to dance on the ice, and every cut seemed to be traveling through memories, condensing that time again in this small space.

As the carving progresses, the details of Meixiang Pavilion become clearer. The nine people in the courtyard, some standing, some smiling, some thinking, their expressions vary, but they all reveal an indescribable harmony and tacit understanding.

Xue Yao seemed to be using this ice carving knife to carve their souls into the cold ice, making this friendship eternal.

Renhu felt a surge of warmth as he gazed at his own ice sculpture. He remembered the days at Meixiang Pavilion, when they had cultivated together and faced challenges together. That deep friendship remained unforgettable to him.

Now, this friendship was expressed by Xueyao in such a unique way that he felt extremely shocked and moved.

Su Xin stared at every figure in the ice sculpture intently, tears glistening in her eyes.

She recalled every day and night she had spent in Meixiang Pavilion, the laughter and joy, the time they had fought side by side, all as clear as yesterday.

She was grateful to Xueyao for making their memories eternal in this way.

Yun Duoduo was amazed at Xueyao's skill. She had never seen such realistic ice sculptures before, with every detail handled just right, as if they were truly from another world.

And when she looked at the living room on the first floor of Meixiang Pavilion, she was even more shocked.

Who else could it be if not the young man in white lying on the long soft chair? And wasn't the one feeding the young man in white medicine Xue Yao herself?

Her heart was trembling. Back then, when Xue Yao was treating the young man in white, she was also treating her illness.

Xue Yao originally rescued her and also rescued the young man in white.

Her eyes turned red and her heart was filled with tears. That's right, her life was snatched back from the hands of the King of Hell by Xue Yao.

Time passed bit by bit, and Xueyao finally completed her work. She gently put down the ice carving knife, stepped back a few steps, and carefully examined her work.

At that moment, her heart was filled with satisfaction and pride. She knew that this was not just a piece of ice sculpture, but also a testimony to their shared memories.

"Master Carl, what do you think of my work?" Xue Yao turned to look at Carl, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.