Legend has it that the colorful divine stones left by Nuwa to mend the sky are all in different time and space, stirring up waves that subvert the whole world, some are transformed into the jade seal of the town country, the imperial power is granted by heaven, some are turned into natural stone monkeys, the three realms are troubled, and some are turned into flawless jade, playing in the red dust.

But not every piece of the left colorful stone, has the ability to turn the red dust upside down, some, left in the rolling red dust, no longer traced, some, by skilled craftsmen, and then carved, or passed down for centuries, or annihilated in the public.

The name of the five-colored god stone is called five-colored, but it is a kind of inconspicuous stone, because of the feeling of frozen jade all over the body, and it is always mistaken for ordinary jade.

It was the second time in his endless years that he had fallen asleep, or rather, he had been asleep for all the years except that awakening.

If you are born as a human being, such empty years will definitely make people collapse.

Ever since he woke up and recalled his past slumber, he always unconsciously let out such an exclamation, which was a question that he had not thought about since he was born and awakened before he woke up.

Maybe it's because he's a stone himself, awakened or asleep, it's all the same for him.

The qiē you see, the qiē you hear, or the qiē you sleep in your sleep are all just nothingness.

Before that awakening, he was just an inconspicuous stone in the midst of the rubble, even if he had some noble capital that was born with nobility, even if he had many high-ranking brothers and sisters, he was just sleeping in his own little world as if he had no intelligence.

But from the moment a pair of rough but warm hands picked him up and brought him back, he felt that he had only changed a little, and then, as the hands continued to be gently caressed, and the sharp blades removed the impurities from his body, he suddenly wanted to open his eyes and look at the owner of the hands, instead of feeling a qiē but still asleep.

Wu Chan is a carver, a stone carver specializing in stone, although he is still an apprentice who has not been a teacher for a long time, he is still full of enthusiasm as a beginner, he knows that he just lacks a chance to break through, and he also believes that that opportunity must be not far from reach.

Even in that era when the eyes were full of gold and treasures everywhere, it was really difficult for a stone carver who had not yet graduated to find a stone that suited him and was suitable for a breakthrough.

After bidding farewell to his master, Wu Chan embarked on the road of finding that opportunity, carefully carrying all his belongings, Wu Chan followed his own mind and set foot in the direction of the East China Sea.

Perhaps, it is really the chance of Wu Chan, when the dry food is exhausted and there is only a little drinking water left, Wu Chan is a little tired and slumped on the boulder on the side of the road, looking up, the winding path, where the people come from is no longer inhabited, and the place where he goes is only faintly exposed by the sunset, and the road is illuminated by the setting sun.

The agitated mood also seemed a little depressed as the water source was exhausted, if it weren't for the belief in breakthrough that had been supporting him, Wu Chan would have turned back a long time ago.

Wu Chan sighed, looking at the afterglow of the sunset, and in an instant, a light different from the afterglow of the sunset flashed in front of his eyes, and the light was very light, and it would be submerged in the sunset, but as a stone carver, the heart kept telling Wu Chan.

Don't ignore it, this is what you've been looking for, this is your chance to break through.

Wu Chan has always believed in himself, just as he told him that he needed to go out to find an opportunity, he also believed that that light would definitely be an opportunity for him to break through, an opportunity he was asking for and not to be missed.

Pulling out his legs and following the light, Wu Chan's tired body was suddenly injected with a new force, allowing him to quickly rummage through a mess of rocks.

It is a rolling stone pile at the foot of the mountain, on the high slope of the mountain, and from time to time rolling down large and small stones, the light, about the stone rolling down the hillside, in the sunset, the light refracted by it, submerged in the rolling stone pile, with the last, unwilling to be buried, the flickering light.

Jumping in front of the stone pile, ignoring the constantly falling rolling stones, whether they would hurt him, Wu Chan was just focused and urgent, turning over one rolling stone after another, looking for an opportunity for him to break through.

There were so many stones, large and small, piled up there, just swept one piece, but more fell on it, and every stone was dull.

Wu Chan was a little disappointed and threw away the stone in his hand, this is a piece of spotted smooth jade, on weekdays, it is also a good training material, but now, it can't arouse even a little joy in Wu Chan's heart.

It's not it, it's not it.

Stones or stones were constantly muttered by Wu Chan, and then discarded aside, and another small stone pile had been piled up beside him.

Wu Chan's rough hands, in the process of constantly picking up and discarding, have made a lot of cuts, and some of the stones he discarded have been stained with blood, but he is unconscious, still madly pulling the rolling stones.

He felt it, he was not far from that, but it was still below, it was still sleeping underneath, stubbornly refusing to reveal its true face.

Finally, a pile of stones was picked up, and on the land of Chiguo, a stone as moist and translucent as frozen jade, lying there quietly, it was already exposed, and it didn't know that there was a person, in order to find it, he had gone crazy into the devil.

Wu Chan's eyes instantly glowed, and he was in a surging mood, even his hands were trembling, and he carefully wiped the mixed impurities of dust, mud and blood on his hands on his clothes, as gentle as touching a lover, and held this opportunity that he had finally found after a lot of hardships in the palm of his hand.

A sigh-like tone, spat out of his chapped lips, "Finally, finally found you." ”

The most heartfelt thing was solved, Wu Chan simply took local materials, built a simple hut, held it day and night, and even sleeped, he had to place it next to the pillow, so that he could see that the water source was a small stream on the mountain, and the food was purchased in large quantities with the passing caravans.

Then, finally, one day, Wu Chan opened his backpack, took out his carving knife from it, and was ready to start working.

It was originally an irregular long stone about the size of a palm, even if it was as smooth as frozen jade, but it also had deformed edges and corners like a chaotic stone, and after dozens of days of play, the deformed edges and corners had been almost smoothed out.

Wu Chan held the stone in one hand and the carving knife in the other, his eyes were firm and empty, and he carved on the stone with a knife and a knife, as easily as scratching on tofu.

If someone is here and calls for him, then you will find that Wu Chan has entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and everything will not be disturbed.

Perhaps, this colorful divine stone is the heavens through the hands of Wu Chan, little by little, transformed into the most beautiful posture and showed it to the world.

Seven days is said to be the limit of a person's not eating and drinking, but Wu Chan is in the seven days, the grain of rice has not entered, not a drop of water has entered, just sitting there like a stone statue.

The long stone, starting from the bottom, little by little changes into a pair of jade-colored lotus feet, then a small section of the ankle that is also exposed, and then above, is the fluttering feathered jade-colored brocade hem and jade-colored fluttering satin, the jade-colored wide belt, the narrow waist that is unbearable to grasp, the broad chest wrapped in the jade-colored brocade clothes, and the jade-colored slender jade neck, the flawless face carefully carved by the carving knife, and the silky and smooth jade-colored long hair.

Every place, all of them are meticulous and beautiful, but Wu Chan paused, and when he finally depicted his facial features with it, the sharp carving knife hung in front of the jade man, trembling, and refused to go down.

Wu Chan put down the carving knife tangledly, grabbed the scalp with his hand, the force was so great, and the raised fingers were already mixed with the torn hair.

"No, no, the facial features should be, more, more, damn it, how should it be?"

A long dry and fluffy hair is scattered messily on the shoulders, the sideburns visible to the naked eye have turned white from the roots, a few clothes that have not been changed for days and nights, exuding a strange and unpleasant smell, dirty and messy, coupled with the crazy and crazy form of Wu Chan, like that crazy old man, who can believe that he is just a young man who has just passed the age of the weak crown.

Tripping over the pen holder that fell to the ground, Wu Chan nervously raised his hand above his head, protecting the jade statue, and fell to the ground in the shape of a five-body throw, Wu Chan's head hit the ground, sticking to the jade statue, Wu Chan raised his eyes, looked up at the jade statue that had not yet depicted his facial features, and suddenly thought of something, and let out a heart-rending laugh.

"So that's it, so it's like this, I know, I know." Wu Chan, who got up, danced and shouted wildly.

Wu Chan, who finally calmed down his laughter after going crazy, sat back in his position with a solemn face, picked up the knife, and when he picked up the knife again, Wu Chan's expression was pious and indifferent, as if he had just gone crazy, not him at all, such a Wu Chan, even if he looked like a crazy old man, also exuded a sacred momentum from the inside.

Little by little, with the help of God, the facial features that had made him entangled, smoothly carved out from under the Wu Chan knife, with dusty and elegant eyebrows, nonchalant and indifferent Ruifeng eyes, erect noses, and slightly pursed thin lips.

The jade statue is like its name, a jade immortal who has become an immortal, with a peaceful and indifferent expression, looking at Wu Chan, the shape is perfect, but the god has a slight flaw.

Wu Chan looked at the jade statue he placed on the table a little daunted, and when he came back to his senses, he was already holding the carving knife and pointed at the middle finger of his right hand, a drop of blood gushed out of the wound shallowly, Wu Chan carefully pointed his finger at the forehead and eyebrows of the jade statue, and when he took it away, the jade statue already had a little more cinnabar mole.

It's obviously jade, but it absorbs the blood beads of Wu Cicada, as if it originally existed.

"The sea of clouds in the east is empty, and the immortals haunt the empty light, are you empty light? It turns out that your name is Kong Ming! ”

Wu Chan seemed to be talking to the jade statue, in the empty room, he was alone in front of the jade statue, muttering to himself.

In a trance, the jade figure seemed to move.

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