This kind of gap is in the artistic conception of ruthlessness, Wang Lin can only be carved according to his own ~ Although it is also carved in the end, there is still a gap compared to the real artistic conception of the middle-aged scribe.

Wang Lin looked at the broken carving knife in his hand, was silent for a moment, waved his right hand, and half of the piece in his hand flew out and landed on the wooden frame on the side, and then he picked up a wooden segment, pointed into a knife, and continued to carve it......

Time passes, the years are in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, it is another ten years!

In the past ten years, Wang Lin's appearance has become old, his sideburns are mixed with some white hair, his straight posture is also slightly hunchbacked, and the whole person looks like he is about to enter his twilight years.

In his shop, there are fewer and fewer wood carvings, and in the past ten years, Wang Lin's wood carvings have only made one finished product, that is, the old woman of Baiyun Sect back then.

In fact, the old woman's wood carving, he had already made it nine years ago, although it was the same as the wood carving of the middle-aged scribe, there was a gap, and it could not be perfected, but Wang Lin knew that this was because he had not achieved the cultivation of the gods.

In the nine years after Wang Lin, the reason why he didn't make wood carvings anymore was the old man in the green shirt!

No matter what, he couldn't carve the traces of the old man's artistic conception on the wood carving, and for nine years, for nine years, Wang Lin never succeeded.

Although he has carved countless wood carvings of the old man, none of them can contain artistic conception, and in the end, they were all turned into ashes by him.

On this day, Wang Lin looked at the wood carving of the old man in the green shirt in his hand, sighed lightly, and wiped his right hand on it, and the wood carving suddenly dissipated into ashes. After a few moments of silence, he stood up and slowly opened the door of the shop.

The sun fell softly on him. Wang Lin held a wooden chair. I sat down at the door. Quietly looking at the passers-by around him. Opposite him, there is a subway mask shop. In these nine years, the time has expanded several times.

Not much. A four-year-old toddler. A small head poked out of the blacksmith's shop. After seeing Wang Lin. Immediately have a small mouth. Run a few steps quickly to Wang Lin's side. He also carried a flask in his hand. Hand it to Wang Linhou. The milk said in a milky voice: "Grandpa Wang." This is the wine I stole for you. What about sugar?"

Wang Lin had a hearty smile on his face. Touched the child's head. Flip your right hand. There was an extra pill the size of a fingernail in his hand. After throwing it to young children. Took a sip of the flask.

The toddler hurriedly swallowed it. There was a satisfied expression on his face. Two small hands on the chin. Said curiously: "Grandpa Wang." Is this wine good? I see you drink it every day. ”

Wang Lin smiled slightly. At this time, the iron shop was inside. Out of a strong man. The appearance of this strong man can be vaguely seen that he was a tiger-headed young man back then. He saw Wang Linhou. There was a look of nostalgia in his eyes. Step forward. He said with concern: "Uncle Wang." Can't drink any more today!"

Wang Lin smiled. said, "Okay." Just take a sip. Don't drink it today! How's your dad?"

Da Niu's face showed a gloomy color, and said, "Old problem, it's okay." ”

Wang Lin sighed secretly, the reincarnation of mortals, he can't interfere, birth, old age, sickness and death, it is part of the Heavenly Dao. Da Niu married the daughter of the shopkeeper Zhao of the tailor shop six years ago, and the young child was his child.

"Grandpa Wang, you haven't told me yet, whether this wine tastes good or not. The young boy dragged Wang Lin's arm and asked.

Da Niu looked at Wang Lin, sighed lightly, and said, "Your grandfather Wang is not drinking wine, it is the ...... of life."

Wang Lin glanced back at Da Niu, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, patted his arm, and said, "Da Niu, take the child back, I'll go around the street." ”

Da Niu snatched the wine pot in Wang Lin's hand, put it in the wood carving shop, then closed the door, and said, "You promised me just now, you won't drink it today!"

Wang Lin smiled, got up and walked towards the street, his back staggering slightly, full of twilight.

Da Niu sighed lightly, took the child's little hand, and returned to the iron shop, the young child pursed his lips, and said happily to Da Niu: "Dad, the sugar that Grandpa Wang gave me is delicious, every time I finish eating, my whole body is warm......

Wang Lin walked on this old street, where he had lived for more than ten years, only to see the shopkeepers of one by one, and the news came out of the store one after another, and ran to Wang Lin with a face of a city god, and begged in a low voice.

"Shopkeeper Wang, you see that this business is not easy to do, next month, next month, I will definitely hand over the rent!" This is the shopkeeper of the grocery store who moved in three years ago.

"Yes, Mr. Wang, business is really hard now, how about you delay for a few days?" This is the innkeeper back then, the fat man.

Voices like this came one after another, Wang Lin swept around with a wry smile, he didn't know what was going on, he had lived here for more than ten years, and unknowingly, almost all the people on the street owed him silver.

Even, most of the shops on this street eventually became his industry, and whenever there was a declining store in urgent need of money, he would find Wang Lin and give him the store.

As for Wang Lin's own shop, it was also sold to him two years ago.

The price is ridiculously expensive.

Up to now, almost as soon as Wang Lin goes out, the shopkeepers of these shops will immediately follow behind and speak kindly. In fact, this is related to the fact that Wang Lin rarely goes out on weekdays, and he sometimes does not even appear once in a few months, so as soon as he appears, it makes these shopkeepers nervous, for fear that they are here to ask for rent.

In fact, this rent is not very much, but anyone who has lived here for a long time knows that Wang Lin has a good temperament, so he has the idea of delaying the rent.

After all, there are few people who feel hot about silver, and the more the better.

Wang Lin didn't care much about this phenomenon, so he went with the flow and regarded it as part of his comprehension of the Heavenly Dao.

In the past nine years, things have changed, and there are not many old faces on the whole street, which makes Wang Lin quite emotional, he waved his hand, and said to the shopkeepers around him: "I don't collect rent today, let's disperse." ”

Those shopkeepers breathed a sigh of relief and retreated one after another.

Wang Lin walked on the street with his hands behind his back, and it didn't take long to come to the corner of the street, but at this moment, suddenly a tall horse came at a gallop, and there was a middle-aged man sitting on the horse, this person's face was quite ugly, and there was even blood left on the corner of his mouth.

He rode a horse all the way across the street, and suddenly saw Wang Lin at a glance, and then pulled the horse rope with his right hand, and in the long neighing of the horse, the middle-aged man jumped from the horse, and came to Wang Lin in a few steps, and before he could speak, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

In the blood, there was also a trace of internal organs, this person's face was bloodless, his body shook, he fell to his knees, and said urgently: "Mr. Wang, help!"

Wang Lin looked as usual, and glanced at this person indifferently, this person is Xu Tao, who has been offering a large amount of gold and silver for almost every New Year's holiday for more than ten years!

"If there's something, take your time. Wang Lin said.

"Mr. Wang, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is in danger!" In Xu Tao's hurried words, Wang Lin gradually understood the reason, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World provoked a powerful opponent somewhere, that person was a monk with miraculous powers, as soon as this monk appeared, the cultivators around His Royal Highness the Prince left one after another, not involved.

Now, the prince was already hiding in the palace, and the monk seemed to have some scruples and was inconvenient to enter the palace, so he vented his anger on the prince's entourage.

Xu Tao was quite clever, and left immediately when he saw that things were not good, but he was also swept away by the monk's men and was seriously injured, and in his panic, the only thing that came to mind was Wang Lin!

As he was talking, suddenly from outside the street, a young monk wearing a red robe walked in, this person looked domineering, and walked towards Xu Tao's position step by step.

When Xu Tao saw this monk, his body immediately trembled, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the whole person immediately withered, looked at Wang Lin in despair, and said, "Save me......" After speaking, he tilted his head and fainted.

The monk sneered, glanced at Wang Lin, waved his right hand, and suddenly a black aura invisible to mortals spread out from his hand, turning into a huge skull in mid-air, and swallowed it fiercely towards Xu Tao.

In his eyes, although this Wang Lin was just a mortal, when Xu Tao fled for his life, he actually came to find this person, and it must have been very related, so he simply killed them all.

As for killing mortals, if there is any trouble, there is also his master who wants to be here, and there is a trace of cruelty on his face.

Wang Lin frowned, if this monk was only looking for trouble with Xu Tao, he might not participate, although this Xu Tao has respected him well for more than ten years, but Wang Lin will not make a move for these things.

But now there are only the little monks who have built the foundation and cultivated, and even he is counted, Wang Lin's face is as usual, his eyes are calm, and his right hand is waved lightly, as if to repel mosquitoes.

Suddenly, the formed skull, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, screamed, did not dare to swallow, but hurriedly retreated.

It's just that it was still a step too late, and with a wave of Wang Lin's right hand, the demon Xu Liguo suddenly took shape, swallowed the skull with a cruel smile, and glared at the little Taoist priest with a frightened face, and his body slowly dissipated.

The little Taoist priest's face rose unusually ruddy, and at the moment when the skull was swallowed, his mind was already damaged, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, he fled in panic without saying a word.

Wang Lin stared coldly at this person's back, there was no killer, his current transformation was already in the finishing stage, and he really didn't want to be in a bad mood for many years because of such a trivial matter.