Lin rented this shop. Not on the main street. It's more remote. If you are looking for. It's hard to see. But Wang Lin didn't mind. After a night of meditation. The red mist outside his body. Condensed a little again.

Early in the morning. Wang Lin opened the door of the shop. Like a mortal. Tidy up the shop. Then he muttered for a moment. The child flashed. Disappear from the store.

When he returned. The storage bag already contained a lot of big trees that he had uprooted.

Peel these trees. The tool is cut into wooden squares. Wang Lin recalled his childhood. His father taught him how to do wood carving.

These memories. Gradually came to mind. Wang Lin was silent for a long time. Grab a piece of wood with your left hand. With a gentle wave. Suddenly, the wood square turned into ten sections. Wang Lin took one of the paragraphs. At some point, there was an extra carving knife in his right hand. Just like his father back then. It is depicted on it one by one.

Gradually. Wang Lin in the portrayal. Rare found the one that had passed away for four hundred years. It seems that in the portrayal of this knife. He returned to his childhood again. I returned to the small mountain village where I had lived for a long time.

At this moment. The spiritual power in Wang Lin's body. And then it worked. Follow the carving knife in his hand. Gradually integrated into the wood carving. Deeper and deeper.

Time. Fly by. Night came again. Wang Lin suddenly came to his senses. He looked at the piece of wood in his hand. Wooden segments at this time. It has become a wood carving. This wood carving is carved. He is a middle-aged man with a kind smile.

The man was dressed in coarse cloth shirts. In particular, the hands are full of subtle rough marks.

This wood carving is slightly rough. But the Buddha is spiritual. Bursts of spiritual power spread out from it. Wang Lin looked at the wood carving in a daze. A wave of hurt welled up in my heart.

His right hand rubbed lightly against the wood carving. muttered to himself, "Dad." The child misses you. Would love ......."

There was silence for a long time. Wang Lin's wood carving was set aside. Pick up another piece of wood. The whole person is immersed in it, and the knife is depicted.

It's getting cooler. Not resting a day is nothing to Wang Lin. When he was hunted down. He often escaped for days and nights.

At the moment when the sun rises. The wood carving in Wang Lin's hand took shape again. This time. She is a middle-aged woman. She looked into the distance with a loving look on her face, as if waiting for her child to return.

Put two wood carvings in one place. Wang Lin exhaled deeply. Pick up a piece of wood again and carve it.

Time passed slowly. Wang Lin's carving never stopped when he was extremely tired. He would meditate a little.

In the blink of an eye. A month passed. Compared to a month ago. Wang Lin's shop. The goods gradually increased. On the wall cabinets around the store. There are rows of lively wood carvings. These wood carvings are both male and female. There are young and old. There are all kinds of actions.

These wood carved figures. They are all residents of the mountain village where Wang Lin used to live. Wang Lin at this moment. In an alternative way. These people. Resurrected.

This month has come. This shop in Wang Lin. Not a single guest has yet arrived. But Wang Lin didn't mind. He was immersed in carving. Even cultivation has stopped.

this day. Wang Lin holds a half-finished wood carving in his hand. This wood is above. I don't know why. actually exuded a desolate atmosphere. What it engraves. If a monk who cultivates the Demon Sea sees it. You'll be instantly recognizable. It's a dragon!

This dragon. It was when Wang Lin and Li Muwan were cultivating in the Demon Sea. The first spirit animal Wang Lin encountered.

Positive carving room. A gust of wind chimes rang out. The door of the shop. Pushed away. A tiger-headed teenager. Cautiously took a closer look.

The young man saw Wang Lin. Immediately stunned for a moment. But he was soon attracted by the countless wood carvings around him. Surprised, he said, "Uncle." You carved these things. It's beautiful. Can you give me one?"

Wang Lin smiled dumbly. Put down the dragon wood carving in your hand. Pick one up from the side. This wood carving is carved. It's a person. A person Wang Lin is very familiar with - Wang Hao

The boy in front of him. With Wang Hao of the time. It's a bit of a look.

The boy took the wood carving. Immediately cheer one. Hold it in your hand with what you cherish. said crisply to Wang Lin: "Thank you, uncle." I'm from the blacksmith shop opposite. Good bye. He said. He hurried out of the store. shouted loudly: ". Mother. Look. This is what my uncle gave me. ”

Wang Lin stood up. Walk to the door. I saw it in a shop opposite. Out a man and a woman. The two of them looked at it lovingly. The boy's father took over the wood carving. Immediately, my eyes lit up. Look up at Wang Lin. A moment of hesitation. Approached with a wood carving. said: "The child is not sensible. Little brother. This thing-money?"

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "It's for him." It's just a piece of wood. ”

The boy's father hesitated. glanced at Wang Lin. Smiled: "You just came here." I haven't seen you before. ”

Wang Lin nodded with a smile.

The boy's father smiled heartily: "Little brother." If you don't dislike it. Come and have a bite to eat. I have my own fruit wine here. than those of the restaurants. Much better. ”

Wang Lin felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. This emotion. It's been four hundred years. He never had. Hesitated. Wang Lin nodded.

Mother of a teenager. She was a kind woman. Although he is not very old, he is quite mild. This can be seen from some details. It's a happy family.

The child is well-behaved. Husband and wife love.

Inside the blacksmith shop. Put a square table. There are a couple of home-cooked side dishes on top. Wang Lin has already opened the valley. But still picked up chopsticks and ate a few bites.

Drinking the fruit wine that the other party is quite proud of. Eating a home-cooked meal that I haven't seen in a long time. Wang Lin's state of mind. than when in the convoy. More peaceful. The spiritual power in his body. At a speed that was all before. Rapid flow.

This wine. Good wine indeed. Memorable.

Since this day. The life of the king. There is one more indispensable thing. That's the fruit wine. The boy came to Wang Lin almost every day. Look at him carving wood carvings. Every time you come. will be holding a pot of fruit wine.

Inside Wang Lin's shop. Wood carvings gradually increased. There's a big part of that. It's all beastly form. Almost a beast he has seen in the past four hundred years. They were all carved out one by one. But. Those high-grade spirit beasts and desolate beasts. Let Wang Lin carve it. None of them can be formed

These carvings are on top of that. Each one has condensed a huge amount of spiritual power. This. Mortals are felt. But if there is a cultivator here. It will be immediately shocking.

Because of the power of this spiritual power,. It's almost not weaker than some low-level magic weapons. Even on top of some wood carvings. Its spiritual power is comparable to that of a mid-level magic weapon.

This is where the wood carving. Minutes are decayed into magic. A magic weapon made of rotten wood!――

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