On the mountainside, in front of the white sculpture, Ye Fei's eyes froze, and a wordless momentum rose around him.

In the rear, the two Shishan brothers and sisters, who were still kneeling down at the moment, felt this majesty, and the reverence on their faces became significantly stronger.

"Boom, boom!"

In the next moment, there was a muffled sound, and a thick thunderbolt fell.

At this time, Ye Fei quickly pinched the trick in his palm, and a refining rune had already condensed and formed in front of him.

"Thunder Refinement."

With a raised hand, the runes were struck out, just like in the stone sculpture in front of him.

And almost at the same time, in mid-air, the thick heavenly thunder fell, smashing steadily on top of the white light sculpture, setting off a thunderbolt barrier around it.

In the thunder light, the spirit of the stone spirit is slowly merging with the stone carving, and the original weathered stone carving gradually appears outlined, and then it becomes clearer and clearer, and the appearance of a beautiful scholar can be vaguely seen.

Under the restoration of the lightning arc, the dazzling whiteness of the sculpture became even stronger, instantly enveloping Ye Fei's figure.

"His name is Wang Quan, and he is a stonemason."

In Ye Fei's sea of knowledge, a soft voice sounded at this moment.

The dazzling whiteness around him slowly dissipated, and as far as Ye Fei's line of sight could see, the sculpture in front of him, the rock mountain, had already disappeared without a trace, and he was in a small farm yard at the moment.

In the open space of the small courtyard, there are many unfinished stone carvings.

And in the middle of these stone carvings, there was a tall white rock jade, Ye Fei's eyes flashed slightly, he could clearly feel the breath of the stone spirit on the jade.

"This is your sea of consciousness fantasy?"

Ye Fei narrowed his eyes and whispered.

After half a ring, he didn't get a response, but in the distant house, the door of the backyard slowly opened at this moment, and he saw a young man wearing a green coat, a white jade wine jug pinned to his waist, and a carving knife in his hand walked into the backyard.

With a smile on the young man's face, he didn't seem to see Ye Fei's figure, and walked straight to the middle jade at this time.

In the courtyard, Ye Fei glanced at this person, his eyes flashed, and the appearance of the previous sculpture appeared in his mind.

"It's him ......"

The appearance of the young man is obviously the same as the sculpture on the mountainside of the Djinn tribe.

In the courtyard of the house, the young man sat in front of the jade, took off the wine jug at his waist, and drank the wine in the jug by himself.

At this time, Ye Fei looked around, and couldn't help frowning slightly at this moment, the power of the stone spirit spirit was extremely terrifying, almost completely suppressing his strength, and he was already trapped here for a while.

The stone spirit belonged to the gods of the giant spirit tribe, and although its life had come to an end, its spiritual consciousness was by no means something that Ye Fei could easily shake.

This was not intentional by Shi Ling, but the restoration of the sculpture, which inadvertently led it to hide in his inner memory, and this memory and Ye Fei's own consciousness were inadvertently fused together.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Fei slowly raised his head, and his gaze fell on the young man who looked like a scholar in front of him.

"Wang Mason, are you there?"

"The shopkeeper Li of the Jade Building in the city wants you to help you carve a stone carving, so he will carve it according to his appearance."

In front of the courtyard of the house, a voice suddenly came from this moment.

It was the second child of the restaurant in the city, and he was smiling at this time, and said loudly into the courtyard of the house.

"Call me Wang Xiucai."

"Also, the stone carving of the shopkeeper Li, Ben Xiucai can't carve it, he has a bad face, and he wastes Ben Xiucai's stone."

In the backyard, in front of the piece of jade, the young man thought for a moment, and then took a sip of the wine in the pot, which was a refusal.

At this time, Ye Fei in the courtyard couldn't help but smile on his face, his eyes fell on the stonemason in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but have a little more interest.

In front of the courtyard of the house, the second child of the restaurant, after hearing the refusal of the stonemason, did not leave directly, he did not show frustration on his face at the moment because of the rejection, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little more.

"Ten ingots of gold, plus three jars of osmanthus wine."

"Do you carve or not?"

Ahead, in front of the courtyard, the restaurant Xiaoer smiled with a smile on his face, and then spoke again.

As the words fell, there was silence in the courtyard, and after a while, the sound of the stonemason came slowly.

"Three days later, let Li Fatzi come to pick up the goods in person."

When the person at the door heard this, he nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, you're busy, and you still have something to do, so I'll leave first." The little second in the restaurant seemed to have guessed that the people in the house would agree, and after a chuckle, he turned around and left.

At this moment, in the backyard, the young man slowly put down the wine jug in his hand, and his eyes were focused on the jade in front of him.

After only a moment, a strange scene appeared in the backyard, only to see the strange jade in the center, after a slight tremble, on the ground around it, several carved rough stones of extraordinary quality appeared out of thin air.

Its shape, about the size of a human figure, can be carved into a lifelike stone sculpture with a little modification.

"Haha, haha."

"Did you hear that?"

In the backyard, the young stonemason laughed, his eyes had been focused on the jade in front of him, and his opening at this moment seemed to be talking to this piece of jade.

There is a spirit in this jade, which is obviously the body of the stone spirit that got up early.

In the courtyard of the house, after Ye Fei glanced at the young man in front of him, he then turned his head and looked around, and his line of sight could see that all the stones in the backyard were obviously from the stone spirit.

And many of them are extremely old, revealing a strong sense of time.

It can be seen that the jade in front of it, in this small farm yard, has been standing for a long time, and most of the ancestors of the young stonemasons in front of them also rely on stone carvings for a living, so that they have been passed down in one line.

In the backyard, Jade did not respond to the young stonemason.

The stonemason didn't care, just smiled, then got up and walked towards the stone in his hand.

"Three jars of osmanthus wine, good, good."

"It's just that the fat man Li in the Jade Building, his face is really a little ugly."

The young stonemason chuckled, and then slowly raised his arm, only to see that the carving knife in his hand was extremely skillful, and the body of a layman himself was faintly brought out of the afterimage when he carved the stone.

In less than half a moment, a humanoid stone sculpture was completed.

The sculpture was lifelike, with a short and fat figure, a black mole at the corner of the mouth, and a round belly, just as the young stonemason said, the shopkeeper Li of the Jade Building, his face was really not very good.

"Really...... Ugly. The young stonemason withdrew his arm, and after glancing at the stone carving, he couldn't help but complain.

In the backyard, the young stonemason retracted his gaze and turned around and walked to the huge jade stone in the courtyard.

I saw him sit in front of the jade again, the wine jug on his waist was taken off at some point, and in those bright eyes, all eyes were focused on the jade.

After half a ring, the young stonemason took a deep look at the jade, and then couldn't help but smile and said: "Ancient books are loaded, everything in this world, but all those who have spirits have life, you should have your own appearance." ”

"Why don't I carve it for you?"

Before the words fell, the young man's eyes showed a bright light at this moment.

He clenched the carving knife in his hand, and then slowly raised his right arm, and just as it was approaching the jade, the young man's arm suddenly stopped, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he casually threw down the sharp carving knife.

It seemed that he didn't want to hurt the jade, so he took out a paintbrush from his sleeve, and left marks on the jade in front of him with a pen and a knife.

As time passed, the young stonemason's forehead gradually burst into beads of sweat, and he was so engrossed at the moment that every stroke he fell, it was obvious that he had to ponder for a long time.

And as the shadow of the human figure gradually appeared on the jade, the frequency of the brush falling in the stonemason's hand became slower and slower at the same time.

Until the end, often after a few days, the stonemason's brush did not fall, and most of the time he stared blankly at the jade in front of him, sometimes with a smile on his face.

In the blink of an eye, a year, two years.

Time flies, and in Shi Ling's consciousness, Ye Fei can clearly feel the passage of time.

The sun sets, spring goes to winter, in that small farm yard, in Ye Fei's eyes, a day and night have passed, representing the time of the year quietly passing by, and as time goes by, he can feel that Shi Ling's consciousness is constantly weakening.

"It's coming."

"When its consciousness can't suppress me, I can leave this place."

In the courtyard of that house, Ye Fei felt the breath in the air around him, and in the consciousness space, it was like a dream, time passed extremely quickly, and ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

In front, the young man in the courtyard already had a long beard growing from the corner of his mouth.

His bright eyes then felt a little more tired, and although the painting on the jade in front of him was never completed, the overall outline and appearance were already clearly visible.

"This stone painting ......"

Behind the backyard, Ye Fei couldn't help but show curiosity on his face at the moment, and his eyes swept towards the jade.

It can be seen that on the jade, what is gradually forming in the stone painting is not other appearances, the outline, appearance, clothing, and demeanor are undoubtedly the appearance of the stonemason himself ten years ago.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fei couldn't help but look stunned, but then quickly reacted.

In the eyes of the stonemason, in terms of appearance, the most perfect appearance is undoubtedly himself.

The shadow on the jade, in the eyes of outsiders, may think that the stonemason portrays himself, but in the heart of the stonemason, the shadow on the jade in front of him is exactly the appearance of the stone spirit in his mind.

"On the cheeks, this person ...... Ye was impressed. ”

In the backyard, Ye Fei couldn't help but murmur at the moment.

At the same time, in the courtyard behind, the paintbrush in the stonemason's hand fell, and in the originally calm sky, under Ye Fei's sight, cracks slowly appeared.

In such a space of consciousness, time itself is meaningless, and the past ten years are mostly just a few breaths in the past relative to the outside world.

In the sky, the crack was constantly expanding, and the stonemason in the courtyard could not detect it, but at this time, Ye Fei knew that Shi Ling's consciousness had weakened to the level of calamity.