Chapter 84: The Living Dead (Part II)
The living dead doll continued: "During those days of artisan life, I originally planned to hide as a craftsman while secretly healing my wounds, and when my injuries healed, I would immediately leave the Northern Plains Continent and return to my own sect in the Zhongtian Continent. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
Who would have thought that this life as a craftsman would completely change my life.
It must be known that as a craftsman, he inevitably has to work with the rest of his companions in the mausoleum to create all kinds of utensils, and as a descendant of the Mo Sect, how can the Tang Sect master take these ordinary utensils seriously.
In the beginning, I didn't care about the artifacts polished by my fellow craftsmen, and I completely forgot about the lessons taught by the old craftsmen. I just carve and polish the wooden boards, clay and other materials in my hand into what I think is a good object, and then hand it in.
However, as a result, all my achievements were returned, and I myself was severely reprimanded by the overseer!
Who would have thought that none of the artifacts polished by the ninth generation of Tang Sect masters were qualified!
These include nine ordinary wooden bowls, three ordinary wine glasses, and a plate that is even more ordinary.
Enraged, I quarreled directly with the overseer, asking him why the artifact I had created was considered so unbearable!
At that time, however, the overseer did not speak, but simply placed the two wooden bowls in front of me and left.
I was angry, but I was helpless.
At this time, I suddenly discovered that one of the two wooden bowls was made by my own hands, and the other came from nowhere.
So, I began to take a closer look at the other wooden bowl.
I'll never forget that scene.
When I saw the lines and textures on the other bowl, and the smooth and flawless touch of the hand, like a rare treasure, I was almost shocked in my heart.
If there was no comparison between this other bowl, I didn't know that the bowl I made myself was so unbearable!
It was much later that I realized that the wooden bowl, which seemed to me to be a rarity at the time, was nothing more than a defective work made by an inferior craftsman. ”
When the living dead doll said this, his face darkened slightly, his mouth opened, and then he quickly closed it, and actually made a sighing motion.
Seeing this, Xiao Yin's heart shook again.
This puppet of the living dead is so vivid that even the complex expressions and movements of the living are simulated vividly.
As soon as he thought that this was Tang Jian's work, and then thought of the craftsman story that the living dead puppet told at this time, Xiao Yin's eyes widened, and his ears stood up again.
After the living dead puppet sighed, its face returned to normal again, and then continued to speak: "From now on, I will let go of all my pride. He began to consult all the craftsmen on the mausoleum site, hoping to know why their seemingly ordinary and even extremely crude and simple methods could make an ordinary object of such quality.
However, all the craftsmen expressed their doubts about me.
Because they told me that these methods of creating artifacts were nothing more than the experience they had accumulated over the years, and there was no unfathomable technique behind them, let alone a peerless secret book that conquered the heavens and the earth.
Everything is just a sentence: 'Without it, only the hand is familiar.' ’
When I learned about this, my whole state of mind seemed to tremble.
Thinking that my Tang Gate originated from the ancient Momen, I have always secretly prided myself on the peerless Tang Gate, and thought that the secret skills of the world's machine mecha were all in the hands of my Tang Gate.
Who would have thought that the lord of the dignified Tang Sect would not even be able to make a bowl.
And the reason behind this is so simple.
Among the craftsmen who worked day and night in the mausoleum of the Jin Kingdom, there were gray-haired rickety old men who were over seventy years old.
There are people with disabilities who are born lonely and are born without an arm or a thigh.
There are also ordinary women with mediocre appearances and big bellies, as well as ordinary children who are no more than seven or eight years old.
Each of them, every day, is carefully polishing the ordinary materials in their hands, and then carefully turning them into ordinary objects.
Day after day, year after year, or so.
In the eyes of us cultivators, they are all ordinary ordinary people. All the changes in the world never seem to have much to do with them.
But it's just such a group of mortals who have created that kind of almost perfect artifact.
Sadly, the world never seemed to look at them.
Those of us cultivators, when we slaughter all over the world on weekdays, never seem to notice that the rice bowls, wine glasses, and cups and saucers that we usually hold in our hands are so perfect.
At that time, I remembered all the ordinary people and things I had seen in my life.
At that moment, I suddenly understood something.
From that day on, I began to make this artisan life my own practice.
Eat and live with them every day, talk and have fun, and then carefully learn how to make every ordinary utensil.
In this way, three full years passed.
Three years later, I actually became the best craftsman in the mausoleum of the Great Golden Kingdom, and every artifact created from my hands was placed in the most noble emperor's tomb for burial purposes.
All craftsmen respect me as the smartest craftsman in the world, and I can be promoted from an unqualified craftsman to the best craftsman in just three years.
Unfortunately, only I know, in fact, each of them is.
And I myself am just a student of all of them. ”
Hearing this, the living dead puppet paused again, and a trace of remembrance began to appear on its face, but this expression was slightly awkward and stiff, and it was still a little different from ordinary people.
However, in Xiao Yin's opinion, the shock in his heart was still beyond his reach.
What shocked was not only the living dead puppet made by Tang Jian that had such lifelike expressiveness.
More often than not, it's the story of the craftsman told by the living dead.
The road to simplicity seems to be so.
Unexpectedly, the ninth generation master of the Tang Sect would be in such a situation after an accident wandered to the Northern Plains Continent.
As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Yin himself was a little embarrassed.
At this moment, the dazed look in the eyes of the living dead puppet froze, and was replaced by a hint of complexity.
I saw the living dead doll continue: "Just as I continued to indulge in this strange state of mind, I suddenly found that the mysteries of many Momen secret techniques that I had painstakingly studied for many years and could not solve were suddenly all clear at a certain moment.
I was pleasantly surprised, and immediately began to secretly study the secret technique of Momen, which I hadn't picked up for many years, and then redeveloped it. Since at that time, I was already the best craftsman in the mausoleum, so all the materials used were extremely convenient. Therefore, I used my spare time to secretly develop a top-notch Momen secret technique, the puppet technique, in a mausoleum of the ancestors of the Jin Kingdom!"
Hearing the key words "Ancestor of the Jin Kingdom" and "Puppet Technique", Xiao Yin's heart moved again.
Xiao Yin knew that finally, it had begun.