In the No. 2 bed of dormitory 206, Building 6, Area C of YT University, Yang Jiang was holding a carving knife and carving a piece of wood with great concentration, and there were already a number of exquisite small handicrafts on his desk, it was hard to imagine that someone in this noisy university could be so focused on a pile of rotten wood that others could not look down on.

"It's just one missing, and I don't know if it's going to work this time."

The carving knife was like a painter's paintbrush in the hands of Yang Jiang, and a small wooden block the size of a palm had been carved into a rough human shape between flying up and down.

"Craftsman Yang, your kid is still messing with your pile of rotten wood, are you going to the masquerade party of the Department of Industry and Commerce tonight? Don't blame me for not reminding you, your sister has been a little wrong lately, two days ago, Xiao Lizi saw her with the German Nasao bag, don't be a cuckold when you don't know it. ”

Chen Fatzi is Yang Jiang's roommate and best friend, since Yang Jiang began to fiddle with these rotten wood a month ago, this guy has served as Yang Jiang's life administrator, looking at Yang Jiang's carving for a month without day and night, Chen Fatzi is also a little helpless.

Hearing this, Yang Jiang couldn't help but slide his fingers, and almost cut off the head of the puppet that was about to be completed, and Yang Jiang nodded, and once again gathered all his energy on the puppet that was about to be completed.

Seeing that Yang Jiang was immersed in his own world again, Chen Fatzi couldn't help but shake his head and walked out of the bedroom.

"This guy doesn't know what kind of wind he smokes, the girl is about to run away with someone, and she is still tinkering with these here."

……

"Whew-just put your eyes on it, don't have any accidents this time."

Yang Jiang's eyes were condensed, because of extreme nervousness and attention, sweat had already hung on his forehead.

"Open my eyes!"

Suddenly, Yang Jiang's eyes were bright, and the muscles of his whole body were tense, where was he still like a person who hadn't slept much for a month and was overworked, only to see the carving knife in his hand falling quickly, and quickly slashing a few times on both sides of the puppet's nose.

What is amazing is that these few knives went down, and there was no change in the place where the knife was cut just now, as if the carving knife of Yang Craftsman just now was just scratched on the air.

Yang Jiang closed his eyes tightly, and he also prayed silently in his heart.

"Success, must succeed!"

With a nervous mood, Yang Jiang opened his eyes suddenly, but his mouth gently spat out a mouthful of turbid air.

The sawdust drifted away in this turbid air, like a mist covering the entire face of the puppet.

The air gradually calmed down, sawdust slowly fell on the table, and a pair of piercing eyes appeared on both sides of the puppet's nose bridge as if by magic.

It worked!

Yang Jiang suppressed the excitement in his heart, and his hands almost trembled as he took the other seven almost identical puppets on the table.

"The left foot is open, the right foot is up, and the knot is separated."

Reciting the incantation silently in his mouth, Yang Jiang quickly arranged the eight puppets in a circle around his body, and it was faintly formed a picture of innate gossip.

"Grandpa, I will avenge your revenge, no matter who kills you, I will find them out, and then peel them one by one."

A month ago, Yang Jiang took leave to go home to attend his grandfather's funeral, and his parents announced that his grandfather died of a sudden illness, but Yang Jiang knew that things were not so simple, because he saw that person at his grandfather's funeral, the devil who was like a nightmare.

As Yang Jiang's spell was recited, a blue light suddenly lit up on the wooden man next to him, and then this blue light converged on the wooden man's eyes, and finally shot directly into Yang Jiang's eyes.

Yang Jiang's eyes immediately turned blue, like the deep sea.

"Success, start with the can, continue with the kun!"

Just as the blue light merged with Yang Jiang's double pupils, the Kun Position wooden man in front of Yang Jiang's right lit up with brown light, almost concocting the brown light in the eyes of the wooden man and immediately ingesting Yang Jiang's eyes, Yang Jiang's double pupils were immediately divided into blue and brown, and in his pupils, there was a Tai Chi Yin and Yang pattern formed by blue and brown bright colors.

"Come on, come on!"

Yang Jiang roared wildly, and the clothes around him turned out to be windless automatic, and suddenly the remaining six little wooden figures lit up with the six colors of purple, gray, blue, black, and blue that represented the remaining six hexagrams of Zhen, Xun, Qian, Dui, and Gen, and then the six lights quickly merged into his eyes, and quickly merged with the previous two lights.

And what is surprising is that when Yang Jiang opened his eyes again, two golden rays of light suddenly shot out, and they shot directly at the No. 5 bed in front of him, and suddenly the No. 5 bed was blown out of two huge holes, and even the bedding on it was burned to ashes.

"The Book of Luban! I succeeded, Grandpa I succeeded. ”

A tear fell from the corner of Yang Jiang's eyes, and he couldn't shed more tears without closing his eyes for a month.

At the funeral of Yang Jiang's grandfather a month ago, Yang Jiang found that his grandfather was not rumored to have died of illness outside, so he quietly took down the fragment of the "Luban Sutra" that was tightly wrapped in oil paper from the beam of the house, he knew that his grandfather's death must be related to the fragment of the "Luban Sutra", and he was too weak at that time, and only by quickly completing the cultivation of the "Luban Sutra" could he avenge his grandfather.

"So I have so many impurities?"

Yang Jiang suddenly smelled an extremely unpleasant fishy smell, and when he looked down, he saw that his body was covered with black liquid like crude oil, he knew that this was the result of cultivating the "Luban Sutra", the entry of the "Luban Sutra" is to take out the impurities in the human body, leaving only the purest power, and these crude oil-like liquids are the impurities removed from Yang Jiang's body, and they are also the source of that fishy smell.

"Oh I'll go, who's stewing in the dorm?"

Just as Yang Jiang had just finished cleaning up, the door of the bedroom suddenly opened, and Chen Fatzi was holding the food he had brought back to Yang Jiang with one hand, and hurriedly covered his nose with the other.

Looking at the fat man Chen who retreated to the door, Yang Jiang showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Don't talk about it, fat man, bring me the food, I'm hungry."

Yang Jiang reached out to take the lunch box in Fat Chen's hand, but Fat Chen covered his nose and handed in the plastic bag.

Seeing Yang Jiang gobbling up, Fat Chen's eyes were full of contempt, and he opened all the doors and windows to let the smell out faster.

"I said Yang Jiang, I know you haven't eaten well this month, but you won't stew in the bedroom, you're too hungry to eat."

Yang Jiang, who was eating, almost didn't choke on a mouthful of rice, but when he thought that the smell was indeed caused by himself, he could only choke back the words that came to his mouth.

"Well, can you go out today?"

Fat Chen also noticed the difference between Yang Jiang today, and asked with a sigh of relief.

Finally entered the door of the "Luban Sutra", Yang Jiang looked extremely relaxed, and when he thought of his girlfriend, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart, after all, in the past month, he had indeed snubbed the other party in order to catch the method of the "Luban Sutra" as soon as possible.

"Fatty, do you have any spare money?"

Fat Chen was stunned for a moment, hurriedly covered his waist bag, and then narrowed his eyes.

"Big brother, what are you going to do? That's all I have left. ”

"Don't do anything, borrow some money to spend, and promise to pay you back next month."

Yang Jiang ate the boxed lunch in one go, hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed dozens of yuan change from Chen Fatzi's pocket and walked outside.

Where can Chen Fatzi's strength be compared to Yang Jiang, who has already practiced the "Luban Sutra", watching Yang Jiang snatch the only cash left on his body like a bandit, and his face also showed a painful expression.

"Brother, let me remind you again, the last thing you want to see is your ...... that your sister wants to see right now."

But before Fat Chen finished speaking, Yang Jiang had already disappeared into the corridor.

Just the next second that Yang Jiang left the dormitory, a pig-killing roar suddenly came from the 206 bedroom.

"Craftsman Yang, you actually used my bed to stew!"