The shop that Wang Lin rented was not on the main street, but rather remote. It would be difficult to see if you didn’t look carefully, but Wang Lin didn’t mind. After a night of meditation, the red mist outside his body condensed again. A little.
In the early morning, Wang Lin opened the door of the shop and tidied the shop like a mortal. After that, he pondered for a moment, his body flashed and disappeared inside the shop.
When he returned, there were already many big trees uprooted by him in the storage bag.
After peeling these trees and cutting them into squares with tools, Wang Lin recalled in his childhood when his father taught him how to make wood carvings.
These memories gradually came to mind. Wang Lin was silent for a long time. He grabbed a piece of wood with his left hand, and with a light wave, the wood suddenly turned into ten sections. Wang Lin picked up one of the sections. I don’t know when there was an extra cut in his right hand. The knife, just like his father back then, was portrayed with one stroke on it.
Gradually, Wang Lin vaguely found the family affection that had been gone for four hundred years in the portrayal. It seems that in this sharp portrayal, he once again returned to his childhood and returned to the small mountain village where he had lived for a long time.
At this moment, the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body suddenly circulated, following the carving knife in his hand, gradually blending into the wood carving, deeper and deeper.
Time passed quickly, until night fell again, Wang Lin suddenly woke up. He looked at the wooden section in his hand. At this time, the wooden section has become a wood carving. The wood carving is carved with a friendly smile. Middle-aged man.
This person is wearing a coarse cloth shirt, especially his hands are full of small and thick marks.
Although this wooden sculpture is slightly rough, it seems to have spirituality, and the array of spiritual power spread from it. Wang Lin stared at the wood carving blankly, a sorrow filled his heart.
He gently rubbed his right hand on the wood carving. Muttered to himself: "Father. My boy misses you. I miss you very much..."
There was a long silence. Wang Lin put the woodcarving aside. Picked up another piece of wood. The whole person is immersed in it. It was portrayed in one stroke.
It's getting colder. No rest day and night. It's nothing to Wang Lin. When he was hunted down that year, he often fled for several days and nights.
The wood carving in Wang Lin's hand at the moment when the first sun rises. Shaped again. This time, it was a middle-aged woman. She has a look of love on her face. Look into the distance. Seems to be waiting for the return of his child.
Put two wood carvings in one place. Wang Lin took a deep breath. Pick up a wooden segment again. Carve it up.
Time passed slowly. The sculpture of Wang Lin. Never stopped. Only when extremely tired. He will meditate a little.
In a blink of an eye, a month has passed. Compared with the previous month, Wang Lin’s shop has gradually more goods. On the wall cabinets around the shop, there are rows of vivid wood carvings. These wood carvings are male and female. , There are old and young, all kinds of actions are available.
These woodcarving figures are all residents of the village where Wang Lin was in the past. At this moment, Wang Lin has resurrected these people in an alternative way.
This month, Wang Lin's shop hasn't had a visitor, but Wang Lin doesn't mind. He is immersed in carving, and even his cultivation has stopped.
On this day, Wang Lin held a semi-finished wood sculpture in his hand. For some reason, the wood sculpture exudes a wild atmosphere. If a monk who repairs the magic sea sees it, he will recognize it at a glance. Come out, this is a dragon!
This dragon is the first spirit beast Wang Lin encountered when Wang Lin and Li Muwan were in the Sea of Demon.
During the carving, a gust of wind bell came, and the door of the shop was pushed open, and a stubborn young man leaned forward and took a look.
The boy was stunned when he saw Wang Lin, but was quickly attracted by the countless wood carvings around him. He was surprised and said, "Uncle, these are all carved by you. It's so beautiful. Can you give me one?"
Wang Lin smiled dumbly, put down the dragon wood carving in his hand, and picked up one from the side. This wood carving was carved by a person, a person whom Wang Lin is very familiar with-Wang Hao.
The young man in front of him was a bit like Wang Hao back then.
After the young man took the woodcarving, he immediately cheered, took it cherished in his hand, and said to Wang Lin crisply, "Thank you, uncle, I am at the iron shop opposite, goodbye." With that, he ran out of the shop quickly. She shouted loudly: "Father, mother, look at it, uncle gave it to me."
Wang Lin stood up, walked to the door, and saw a man and a woman in the opposite shop. They looked at the boy lovingly. After the boy's father took the woodcarving, his eyes lit up and he raised his head to Wang Lin. It seemed that he hesitated for a while, approached with the woodcarving, and said, "The kid is ignorant, brother, how much is this stuff?"
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "It's just a piece of wood for him."
The boy's father hesitated for a while, glanced at Wang Lin, and said with a smile: "You just came here, I haven't seen you before."
Wang Lin smiled and nodded.
The boy's father smiled boldly: "Brother, if you don't dislike it, come and have a bite. I have self-brewed fruit wine here, which is much better than those in the restaurants."
An unspeakable emotion arose in Wang Lin's heart, which he had never had in four hundred years. After hesitating, Wang Lin nodded.
The teenager's mother is a kind woman. Although she is not very old, her temperament is quite gentle. From some details, we can see that this is a happy family.
The child is well-behaved, and the husband and wife are loving.
In the iron shop, there was a square table with a few home-cooked dishes. Even though Wang Lin had already bigu, he still took a few bites with his chopsticks.
Drinking the fruit wine that the other party is quite proud of, and eating long-lost home-cooked meals, Wang Lin's mood is more peaceful than when he was in the motorcade. The spiritual power in his body is flowing at an unprecedented speed.
This wine is indeed a good wine with endless aftertastes.
Since this day, there has been an indispensable thing in Wang Lin’s life, and that is this fruit wine. The young man came to Wang Lin almost every day to see him carved with wood carvings. Every time he came, he would hold one. Jug of fruit wine.
In Wang Lin’s shop, wood carvings gradually increased. A large part of it was in the form of beasts. Almost all the monsters he had seen in the past four hundred years were carved out one by one. However, those high-grade spirits The beast and the desolate beast, no matter how Wang Lin sculpted, they still couldn't take shape.
On top of these sculptures, each of them has a huge amount of spiritual power, which mortals can't feel, but if any cultivator comes here, they will be horrified immediately.
Because this kind of spiritual force is almost no weaker than some low-level magic weapons, and even on some wood carvings, its spiritual power is comparable to middle-level magic weapons.
Where is the wood carving, it is clearly a magic weapon made from dead wood to turn the decay into a miracle!