Zu Long bought a wood carving, and the young man who sold the wood carving didn't know that in addition to the wood carving, there were also some memories of him, as well as some of his body—it can be said to be luck.

And after buying so many things, Zu Long also has to be embarrassed, naturally he will not really only use some worldly gold and silver - wood carving is nothing, and memory is also fine, and the rest are those things that can be said to be lucky, Zu Long gave enough compensation.

He left behind a wooden carving, which he carved with his own hands.

The young man's name is Wang Lin.

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It was late autumn again, and it was about to enter winter, and the wind was bitterly chilly, and the young man named Wang Lin walked slowly all the way, and after a while, he came to an inn at the corner of the street.

As soon as he entered, the shopkeeper in the inn immediately greeted him, a young man with a towel on his shoulder, who looked quite smart, and said with a smile on his face: "Ho, the shopkeeper Wang is here, please come in." ”

Wang Lin entered the room, took off his fur hat, and replied with a light smile: "I don't have any silver to reward, no matter how enthusiastic you are, it's useless."

The shopkeeper hehehe: "Look at what you said, the shopkeeper has ordered, the first place by the window, and I will always keep it for you." ”

As he spoke, he walked a few steps quickly, came to the position of the east head by the window, swept the towel in his hand, bent down and retreated, and led Wang Lin to take a seat.

Wang Lin sat down, and after a short time, a few side dishes were served to the table by Xiao Er, and a small charcoal pot was served, and boiling water was boiling in the pot, so Wang Lin put the wine pot into the small pot and began to warm it.

From time to time, pour out a cup and drink, Wang Lin sat here like this, watching people enter the inn one after another, gradually, there were more and more people in the inn, after about half an hour, a few piano and rap plays, they walked out of the back room, as soon as these people appeared, suddenly the inn applauded again and again, quite lively.

Among these plays, there is a woman with a somewhat beautiful appearance, and most of the people in the inn actually come to see her.

The woman's beautiful eyes were full of anticipation, and her water sleeves danced, and she began to chant.

This woman's voice was quite beautiful, and the drinkers in the inn applauded again and again, and for a while, the atmosphere reached a climax.

Wang Lin smiled and looked at the woman rapping, drinking fruit wine, like this, he has been going on for more than a year - he is in the stage of turning into a mortal, and not long ago, he really found this true meaning.

After a short time, a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body, wearing a thick cloth jacket, hurriedly walked out of the back room, walked quickly to Wang Lin's side, and sat down in the shopkeeper and hurriedly served a pot of wine respectfully.

The middle-aged fat man immediately poured a full cup, drank it all in one gulp, glanced at Wang Lin, and said embarrassedly: "Shopkeeper Wang, this ......"

Wang Lin picked up the wine jug, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Li, I'm not here to collect rent today, don't worry." ”

The middle-aged fat man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Business is not good, don't look at the fact that there are a lot of people here now, but inviting this troupe to come will cost me a lot of money, alas, in this world, it is not easy to do business." ”

Wang Lin smiled, and did not speak, but quietly watched the opera, this middle-aged fat man surnamed Li, what is his name Wang Lin still doesn't know, this person found Wang Lin two years ago, took this shop as a mortgage, and begged to borrow twenty taels of gold, until now the money has not been repaid, so this shop is now Wang Lin's.

In this way, Wang Lin has come almost every day in the past year, and he is naturally a little uneasy in his heart, and often comes over to probe - in fact, it is just a matter of collecting some rent, what he is really afraid of is collecting the house!

When the beautiful eyes of the drama turned, these men in the inn cheered one after another, and at this moment, a rather obscene voice came from outside the inn: "Yo, this little lady sings well, hooked me from the north of the city, good!" ”

This is a sloppy old man in a gray cotton jacket, joined hands with a piece of blue and purple, as soon as he came in, he applauded loudly, the shopkeeper frowned, and immediately scolded: "Where did you come from called Huazi, go away, there is no money today!" “

As he spoke, he stepped forward to push the old man out - usually, the shopkeeper and Wang Lin, the real owner, were all there, and he didn't want to dirty the eyes of the nobles.

But he didn't want him to do it yet, so the old man glared at him and said, "You touch!" If you dare to touch me, I won't be able to do it! Lao Tzu is here to listen to the drama today! ”

However, no one noticed Wang Lin's reaction, the moment he saw the old man, there was a glint in his eyes for the first time since he turned into an ordinary man, although it was only a flash, but it was real - because he recognized this old man, it was none other than the person who deceived Wang Lin about a meal six or seven years ago, and it was also the person who led him to embark on this road of transformation into an ordinary person.

The innkeeper who was sitting opposite Wang Lin frowned, stood up and walked quickly to the door, rummaged through his pockets, touched for a long time, and finally took out a copper coin, threw it to the old man and said with disgust: "I've given you money, let's go, it's really unlucky." ”

The old man didn't have a tiger, he bit it with the copper coin, stuck a mouthful of patina, and then grinned at the shopkeeper: "Well, it's true, it's harder than gold - see, it's still your shopkeeper's acquaintance, hum." ”

Then he threw the copper coin in his hand, fell into the shop, and said proudly: "A pot of tea!" ”

Then he swept his eyes and walked towards Wang Lin, not that he recognized Wang Lin, but that only Wang Lin's table was sitting alone at this time.

The shopkeeper is a little confused, the sloppy old man's approach must be quite disgusting, but there is nothing wrong with it - no matter how people's money comes from, it is indeed someone else's, and now they spend money to buy tea, they will sell it when they open their doors to do business, this is the guest!

But he really didn't have any relevant experience in dealing with it, so he looked at the shopkeeper, and the fat shopkeeper twitched on his face, saying that he didn't want to bear it, even if he wanted to throw the old man out, Wang Lin didn't do it.

"Forget it."

Wang Lin spoke naturally with strength, the former creditor, the current landlord, so the middle-aged fat man immediately paused, hesitated slightly, and then muttered a few words and turned around and walked to the back room, simply out of sight and out of mind.

The old man smiled, looked at Wang Lin, and seemed to want to say something, but when he said the word "you", he was suddenly stunned, stared at Wang Lin, and looked at it carefully for a while, and then his face showed a strange look, and he changed his words in surprise: "It's you!" ”

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Senior, I haven't seen you for seven years, and your demeanor is still the same." ”

He had too much of an impression of the old man.

The old man's face was even more strange, and he stared at Wang Lin for a long time, and then he sighed, and there was a rare hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Fan...... You're really mortal! ”

Picking up the wine jug from the small pot and pouring a full glass, Wang Lin drank it and said: "The juniors are just struggling among mortals, how can the seniors be free in the world." ”

The old man exhaled deeply, grabbed the wine jug, poured himself a glass, and said, "The old man has seen countless cultivators in his life, but you are the first one who can become mortal in six years!" It seems a bit quirky though......"

In the end, the voice became smaller and smaller, Wang Lin almost didn't hear it clearly, and he didn't care, his mood didn't fluctuate, he just smiled slightly, and continued to watch the play and rap.

The old man seemed to only vaguely see something, and he didn't seem to see anything, and after a long time, he seemed to give up, and the color of appreciation in his eyes became stronger because of Wang Lin's calmness: "I don't see the weirdness, but the young man, your transformation is not like a shape, but a god-like, if you can understand the artistic conception, then you can be transformed into a god within a hundred years!" ”

Wang Lin turned his head again, took a sip of wine, and seemed to ask with interest: "What is artistic conception?" ”

The old man was about to speak, when his eyes suddenly rolled, and then he smiled again: "Look, this man is old, hungry, and can't think of anything." ”

Wang Lin glanced at the old man seriously, this method seems familiar...... So he smiled and said: "The seniors watch the play slowly, and the juniors say goodbye!" ”

With that, he took the flask, got up and left the inn—really gone.

The old man was stunned, Wang Lin didn't want to get away with it, he could naturally see that he had seen a lot of such monks over the years, how many could be like Wang Lin? So sometimes people are cheap, Wang Lin was so interested that his eyes were shining, and he muttered to himself:

"It's kind of interesting."

Then he followed Wang Lin back to his wood carving shop, and Wang Lin naturally couldn't find out with his cultivation.

As soon as Wang Lin, who returned to the store, entered the door with his front foot, the old man's voice came: "Yes, it turns out that you have been here for the past six years." ”

Wang Lin was still calm, not surprised at all, just drinking wine and looking at the old man.

"Dragons, Fire Spiders, Celestial Sound Beasts...... You're a good young man, most of the demon beasts in the Demon Cultivation Sea have been moved by you. The more the old man looked at it, the more surprised his eyes became, and finally his eyes swept suddenly, and landed on a wooden box in the corner of the store.

These wood carvings are all semi-finished products - what is a semi-finished product? It's the kind that Wang Lin can't carve out with his current cultivation, and the prototypes are all turned into gods!

The moment the old man saw these half-finished products, his eyes suddenly became solemn, he looked at them carefully, and finally took a deep breath, looked at Wang Lin, and said slowly: "I really underestimated you, I didn't expect you to have such an experience, these god-transforming monks and demon beasts, if you didn't fight with them in person, it would be absolutely impossible to carve such a god-like." ”

Wang Lin smiled slightly, didn't speak, just drank quietly, as if everything the other party said had nothing to do with him.

After a little silence, the old man put down the statue in his hand, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "What's your name?" ”

"Wang Lin!" Wang Lin said lightly.

The old man nodded, and with a wave of his right hand, the whole person suddenly changed his temperament, from a dirty old guy, he instantly became majestic, although the whole person did not exude any spiritual power on his body, but there was a kind of unfathomable like the sea.

Under the traction of the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body, his eyes suddenly flashed brightly, and the old man at this time did not hide his cultivation, but Wang Lin still couldn't see through it, so this bright light flashed slightly and then calmed down again.

He took a sip of wine and said, "Senior, junior, this thatched hut can't stand the toss, you better take it." ”

The old man snorted lightly and said, "Boy, let's experience, this is the artistic conception!" ”

As he spoke, his whole body suddenly moved, and suddenly a sense of rage and rage enveloped the entire store, but it was quite miraculous that it did not damage the store's bricks and tiles, and did not reveal the slightest bit of it.

At this moment, the inside and outside of the store seem to be two worlds that have been cut off with a knife.

This raging and violent aura permeated the surroundings, and it actually made Wang Lin's body involuntarily burst out with strong spiritual power to resist! And it didn't work, almost as soon as his spiritual power flowed, he was immediately attracted by the raging and violent aura, and then in an instant, he was assimilated by the violent feeling and became crazy.

Under this madness, Wang Lin's eyes showed a hint of horror, and his state of mind, which had been indifferent and peaceful for several years, finally broke through - the spiritual power in his body was actually uncontrollable, which was really too serious!

He even had a feeling that not only his spiritual power, but even his own Yuan Infant was also assimilated by this violent aura at this moment, as if the results of his more than 400 years of penance had become the same as others at this moment......

Is this the mood?

Seem...... Somewhat familiar?

Wang Lin's eyes involuntarily looked at a corner of his room, and the sense of horror in his heart slowly calmed down, remembering the person he saw a year ago - a person who feels a little strange when he thinks about it now, obviously nothing unusual, just a very ordinary, very ordinary person, but he was extremely impressed by it, and he also left a wood carving......

But Wang Lin can calm down on this side, but it doesn't mean that the old man on the other side can do it, what he shows at this time is not actually the power of the gods, but the artistic conception driven by the cultivation of the infant transformation period, and it is precisely because of this that he has the horror in his heart.

He was sure that he had searched all the wood carvings in the room before, and even had some interesting ideas about it - as an old monster who really enjoyed the feeling of the human world in games, many times his brain circuits were different from those of normal monks.

But at this moment, the artistic conception was spread out, but he found a wood carving in the corner of the room that he had not seen before, and he used his divine sense to investigate it with his divine sense of curiosity, but the result was as if he was caught in the stormy waves......

But what the hell is this?!

At this time, the ancestral dragon who was no longer on this planet and had come to a corner of this world smiled slightly.

"Did you find it, the little guy is really ......lucky," he muttered to himself, and then Zu Long's face turned grim, and he transmitted the sound to the wood carving god he left.

[Accept your favor, leave this thing to wish you the catastrophe, and I hope you and I can meet in the future. 】

Following Zu Long, he stepped into the space and walked into a strange place.

About half a year ago, he found out that the colorful unicorn was missing.