"Then thank you, uncle."

Gu Shaosheng smiled and thanked him.

He came to the world of immortal rebellion, at first because of the inexplicable ring of time and space, then because he was attracted by Qi training, and then because he was inexplicably touched by his heart.

At this point, Gu Shaosheng did not have the idea of stirring up the wind and rain.

He felt that if he stayed in this small village and quietly realized the changes in his heart, he might gain even more.

"Hey, don't be so polite! Left and right are just a bit of country craft. ”

Wang Laohan also smiled.

The crafts of the countrymen are not reserved or not, and if someone likes them, he is very happy.

After all, his son worshiped in Xianmen, and he came back to visit him more than ten years ago, but he was busy and never came back, and the old couple was lonely.

It's rare to have a young man willing to learn a trade from him, and that's good.

.........

At this point, Gu Shaosheng stayed in this small village, and the villagers in the small village, after a short period of surprise, no one paid much attention.

Most of them are only young people, just on a whim, and they leave after the excitement.

The days are how to live, and there will be no changes because there is one more Gu Shaoju.

Gu Shaosheng also forgot about other things for the time being, just regarded himself as an ordinary mortal, stayed in the small village, learned the craft from Wang Laohan, and also helped the old couple do some farm work, and the black robe that had not been changed for a long time also became a coarse cloth robe.

It's really like an ordinary country boy.

Wang Lao Hanben moved into the town after Wang Lin worshiped the Hengyue faction and returned to the Wang family.

But every year, he and his wife would return to the village for a while, tidy up his son's room, and get together with neighbors he knew well.

However, since Gu Shao's arrival, Wang Laohan and the two have not returned to the town.

In the words of Wang Laohan, the warmth and coldness of the big family are not as good as the neighbors in a small village.

Calm.

The days are as calm as a bowl of clear water, there is no vendetta, no cultivation, and no waves.

Such a day is extremely rare for Gu Shaoju.

In a trance, he felt a kind of precipitation in his heart, and the whole heart seemed to have been washed by water, becoming more rounded.

At this moment, he forgot his identity, forgot all the iron-blooded killing, forgot the heavens and all the worlds, and truly integrated into the mortal world, experiencing the bitterness and sweetness of mortals.

Every morning, before dawn, Gu Shaoxing would get up early, hold the willow branches and leaves that have never changed color, chop wood, fetch water, and cook.......

In his spare time, he sat in the courtyard paved with yellow mud like Wang Laohan, holding a carving knife, wooden blocks, and carving things.

Although he didn't use any supernatural powers, his physical agility was far beyond that of mortals, and he was quick to get started.

On the first day of carving, Gu Shaosheng held a carving knife in his hand, and carved out a middle-aged man with a thin body and few hairs, like a tuberculosis ghost.

The next day, he carved a golden eagle with wings ready to fly, which came to life.

On the third day, he carved out a turtle-shaped crane back, a burly and heroic man, the big man has a calm bearing, a deep and lofty mountain, and a grandmaster's bearing.

On the third day, he carved a woman who was as cold as water, noble and ethereal, the woman was persistent and indifferent, like a fairy, like a heavenly maiden.

On the fourth day, he carved out a short-haired young man, with a calm breath, sitting cross-legged on his knees, like a god like a Buddha, and smiling, he could still see fine teeth.

On the fifth day, he carved a young man with a jet-black coat, a high forehead, thick hair, and a white beard, but with long eyebrows.

Day 6, Day 7, Day 8.........

As time passed, Gu Shaoxing's craftsmanship became better and better, and the carved wood carvings were even more vivid, and even, if a cultivator saw it, he could see that the mountains of wood carvings were like spiritual treasures, spontaneously absorbing spiritual energy.

Wang Laohan was amazed, and sighed to himself.

Gu Shaoxing's carving skills are so strong that they have exceeded the old man's imagination, and what makes him even more amazed is that there is a kind of "meaning" on the wood carving.

This kind of intention can only be obtained occasionally by a woodcarving master who devotes himself to it.

And in Gu Shaoju's hands, every wood carving has a kind of spirituality.

It's as if he wasn't carving wood, but creating life!

It's a good time!

At this time, Gu Shaosheng held a carving knife in his hand, slowly carving, and as his fingers turned, the wood carving slowly took shape, and it seemed to be a little girl who seemed to be three or two years old.

The little girl, with her little clothes patched, wore small shoes with her toes exposed, combed with a pair of pigtails, and her little face was covered with dust.

The only fly in the ointment is that Gu Shaosheng has not carved his eyes yet.

Even if it is lifelike, there are always some shortcomings.

Wang Laohan knocked on the cigarette pouch on the steps, frowning slightly and looking at Gu Shaoxian.

At this time, Gu Shaoxing has been in this village for nearly ten years, and Wang Laohan is old, and he has not gone out to work as a carpenter in recent years, at most he is carving his own son.

Seeing Gu Shaosheng put down the carving knife, Wang Laohan couldn't help but speak: "Xiao Gu, why don't you click on your eyes?" ”

This is a question he has wanted to ask for a long time.

Over the years, Gu Shaosheng has carved a wood carving every day, and in the past ten years, he has carved thousands.

These wood carvings have people and beasts, men and women, old and young, with different expressions and different movements, the only thing that is the same is that Gu Shaoxing did not point his eyes.

Not a single one.

This inevitably has some regrets, which makes Wang Laohan a little pity.

"The eye is the manifestation of the heart, and to carve the eye is to carve the ........ of the heart"

Gu Shaosheng exhaled lightly, drooped the sawdust on the little girl's wood carving, and said with a smile: "Engraved eyes, what if I come back to life?" ”

"You're kidding! I don't know tens of thousands of wood carvings, and I have never seen wood carvings come to life. ”

Wang Laohan shook his head, took a puff of dry smoke, and said, "It's a pity." ”

He only thought Gu Shaosheng was joking, but he didn't know that Gu Shaosheng was not joking.

All these wood carvings are the manifestation of his mind, and with his spiritual cultivation, he can only carve one every day.

If you put your eyes on it, it will not be a big problem to come back to life.

Of course, this will naturally not be said to Wang Laohan.

"Heaven and earth have shortcomings, let alone wood carving?"

Gu Shaosheng wiped the little girl's wood carving, walked into the house, and placed the small wood carving on the shelf.

At a glance, there are thousands of wood carvings on several shelves.

Among them, the indoctrinator Gu Shao hurt all his mental strength and recorded the transformation of his mind in the past ten years.

"Now, it's coming to an end........"

Gu Shaosheng took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face.

The benefits of ten years of mortal life for Gu Shaoxing are far greater than the gains of ten thousand years of cultivation, and this benefit is an invisible substance, but it is more important than the improvement of cultivation strength.

...........

At this moment, far away in the border town in the north of Zhao State, two uninvited guests came.

One of them had a thin face, was dressed in a black robe, and when his eyes opened and closed, there was an endless flash of viciousness.

Beside him, followed by an old monk with immortal wind bones.

At this time, he was standing outside the town, holding an antique mirror in his hand, constantly looking at it, and calculating in his hand: "Fujihuayuan, you don't know the name of that person, you don't know what he looks like, only with a trace of curse power, it's really hard to find." ”

The black-robed old man named Fuji Huayuan suddenly turned his head, he stared at the old monk, and said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Qiming, your heavenly arithmetic technique is unfathomable, if you can help me find that person's closest relatives, all requirements, as long as I Fujihua Yuan can do it, I will never frown." If not......."

His eyes were full of cold resentment: "That little beast, kill my great-grandson, the old man has to kill his whole family in order to understand the hatred in my heart!" ”

The monk was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "That's it, I'll do my best, but Fuji Daoyou, there is a debtor and a master, I have already calculated for you that person before, in the Cassia Valley, why do you still want to find his loved ones?" Anger mortals, this kind of thing is too ugly to hear. ”

Fujihua Yuan smiled indifferently: "This seat is the Yuanying overhaul, the great-great-grandson of this seat, how can his life be compared to those ants?" Kill my great-grandson, and the old man will punish his ten clans! ”

The old monk frowned slightly, feeling the endless killing intent in Fujihuayuan's mouth, and only sighed, threw out the ancient mirror, and revealed the location of the Wang family with a secret method.

"This place, where the murderer's family was at that time!"

As soon as the old monk spoke, Fuji Huayuan had already stepped into the mirror and landed on the place where the king's house was.

Bang!

It was obviously noon, but above the mansion of the Wang family in the town, the wind was gusting, and the terrible ghost cry resounded in the sky.

Fujihua Yuan walked across the Wang family, a pitch-black magic flag danced in the palm of his hand, and a soul was sucked into the black flag in the Wang family's mansion.

"No, no! Why, why! ”

"Ah, master, Ning'er! Yes.........! ”

"Help, help!"

In the Wang family, there was a dead silence and despair, and everyone, whether it was the people of the Wang family or the people of the Wang family, was enveloped in endless fear.

No matter how much they cried and screamed, they could only die one by one, and there was no trace of luck at all.

"Shangxian, where did our Wang family offend you, even if mortals such as me are like ants in your eyes, you have to let us understand why all this is!"

A young man fell to his knees, coughing up blood and screaming, with bloody tears in his eyes.

"There is a character in your Wang family, since you dare to kill my great-grandson, I will destroy his entire clan!"

Fujihua Yuan smiled hideously, and with a slap of his palm, more than a dozen people were killed on the spot.

"Yes, yes, it's Wang Lin?!"

Suddenly, the sound of crying and resentment sounded in the Wang family's mansion.

An old man cried, "It must be him, a little brute, it must be him!" ”

This person is Wang Lin's third uncle.

"Wang Lin?"

Fujihua Yuan muttered to himself, and took the old man into his hand: "Tell me, everything you know!" ”

The old man trembled, and hurriedly told all the things about Wang Lin, including the residence of his parents.

He thought bitterly in his heart: "Die, die, even if you didn't kill it, the Wang family is gone, and your father and mother will be buried with you." ”

Bang!

Fujihua Yuan shook his palm and crushed the old man's head!

Immediately, there was a thud under his feet, and the Wang family's mansion suddenly shook the mountain, and was shattered by the Yuanying monk.

Woo wow wow ~~~

A miserable wail sounded from the long banner held by Fuji Kamoto.

On it, there were countless faces densely packed, revealing hideous and desperate expressions, and the souls of more than a hundred people in the Wang family were also on it!

Call~

Almost instantly, Fuji Huayuan came to the sky above Wang Lin's village.

The eyes leaked with a hideous and resentful look: "Little beast!" ”