The person the old man refers to is an old woman. Her eyes are slightly dim, and she stares at the old man, and said hoarsely: "Although the senior's cultivation is through the sky, how can my Baiyun Sect be the school of painting you refer to!"
The old man murmured a few words, and quite impatiently took out a dirty storage bag from his arms, turned it inside for a long time, and took out a black wooden sign. There were some oil stains and vegetable leaves on the sign. , He threw it away and was caught by the old woman.
After seeing the token, the old woman immediately changed her complexion, and said silently, "Ancestral spirit card!"
The middle-aged scribe immediately stretched out his hand to take this token, and typed a magic trick on it, and the token flashed with colorful light for a long time. The middle-aged scribe immediately laughed bitterly, and said respectfully to the old man: "Since the predecessor holds There is an ancestral spirit card, and the juniors and others should take it for themselves, but senior, you can be sure that you can use this ancestral card in exchange for my Baiyunzong Huashen cultivator to help your disciples understand the mood?"
The old man glanced at Wang Lin triumphantly, buttoned his nose, snorted softly to the middle-aged scribe, and said with a big thorn: "Nonsense, hurry up, you, come out!" He said, pointing at the old woman.
The old woman was silent for a moment, and nodded respectfully. When she sent her away, she walked a few steps. She gave Wang Lin a glance and said, "You have a good master. The chance to feel the artistic conception will definitely save you a lot of detours, alas!" As she said, she opened her mouth to exhale a pink aura, and immediately after the aura appeared, bursts of fragrance were all around her.
At the same time, the pink aura was as fast as an arrow from the string, when it was three inches away from Wang Lin's body, it suddenly turned into a cloud of pink mist, enveloping Wang Lin.
"The artistic conception of the old woman, slowly realize it!"
In the pink mist, Wang Lin suddenly felt a warm feeling. Under this warm feeling, the spiritual power and Yuan Ying in his body slowly revealed a trace of laziness.
It seemed that all the killings, even the determination to become a god, became misty at this moment, under this feeling, Wang Lin even felt a kind of sleepy.
It seems that everything in the world has become dispensable.
But at this moment. A blood cell of evil spirits in his storage bag. Suddenly, it flew out of the storage bag automatically. Follow Wang Lin's palm. Melted into the body in a flash.
Immediately afterwards, there was a fierce suffocation. It was like the same pot of cold water spilling from the head, making Wang Lin sober immediately. At the moment he was sober. Sickness immediately filled the whole body.
The old woman said softly. With a call from his right hand, he took back the pink aura.
Wang Lin took a deep breath. If it wasn't the evil blood cell just now. He is already completely indulged in the other side's mood. This feeling is extremely terrifying. For the monk of the god of transformation. In addition to his original fear. It's more cautious.
The old woman glanced at Wang Lin. Back up. No more words.
At this time, the old man's eyes swept away, and he finally fell on an old man in a green shirt standing in the distance. His eyes lit up suddenly, he smiled, and said: "You, come here, your mood is a little special. After realizing it, we I'm leaving, and I won't bother you anymore."
The old man raised his head, without even looking at Wang Lin, and said flatly: "He can't bear my mood!"
The old man raised his brows, waved his big hand, and said: "Fart, there is Lao Tzu by the side, even if your old Baiyun sect of Baiyun Sect comes, I can resist it!" After speaking, he took a sneaky glance at the depths of Baiyun Sect. .
The old man in the green shirt no longer said much, but slapped his forehead, and suddenly a black hole split between his eyebrows. A flying sword the size of a palm galloped out, turning into a flash of lightning, and came to Wang Lin in an instant.
Its speed is beyond resistance. Wang Lin's expression is a bit ugly. If the forbidden flag is opened, it may be able to stop one or two, but obviously, it can't be delayed for too long in the end!
But Wang Lin was also not afraid. Although he could not resist, if he really used his hand, with the thread of the heavens in his hand, these god-transforming cultivators, even if they had great magical powers, would all have to hesitate.
For example, with this flying sword, Wang Lin only needs to sacrifice the Heavenly Tribulation now, and the other party will definitely prevent the flying sword from attacking, otherwise, he can only die together.
When the Qingshan monk's flying sword was still ten feet away in front of Wang Lin, a stern air rushed toward his face. In this stern air, there was also a strange mood!
This artistic conception was very different from the previous two, as if carrying a hint of the might of heaven and earth. Wang Lin immediately noticed that the spiritual power in his body was actually exhausted. Under the artistic conception, its vitality is fading fast.
This strange artistic conception finally made Wang Lin's complexion change drastically. This artistic conception only acts on spiritual power. If it can act on Shouyuan, it is absolutely terrifying.
The monk in the green shirt looked plain, and he called with his right hand, and suddenly Feijian then retreated, returned to the old man, disappeared between his eyebrows, he slowly said: "The mood of the old man is time!"
The old man's eyes condensed and fell on this person. He just felt that the old man in the green shirt was a little weird before, and then analyzed his artistic conception to be extraordinary, but it is also extraordinary. It is actually the passage of time!
He took a deep breath, and the nasty connotation on his face disappeared. At this time, he looked quite majestic. Although it was a little dirty on his thin face, these mundane things couldn't hide the awe-inspiring breath of this person at all.
Wang Lin suddenly had an illusion that the old man seemed to have completely changed himself in an instant. At this time, if he was said to be a master from the Vermillion Bird Kingdom, Wang Lin would not be too embarrassed.
"It's a god-transmitting mood. If you can reach the aspiration in this life, then the power of this mood will be against the sky! Take the ancestral spirit card and leave!" The old man took a deep breath, moved, and came to Wang Lin's side, holding it. He, the two of them immediately disappeared in place, and when they reappeared, they were already in a remote place in Kyoto.
After the two showed up, the old man suddenly panted for breath, and his tired face was pale, but he still showed a complacent look. Sometimes he took his eyes to Wang Lin, obviously waiting for Wang Lin to praise him.
At this moment, where is the demeanor of a master like him, Wang Lin reluctantly took off his straw hat and threw it into his storage bag. He said: "Senior has amazing supernatural powers. It is only seen in juniors' lives. I admire and admire it!"
The old man rolled his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "How would you say this?"
Wang Lin was silent and laughed bitterly. In his life, where did he say flattery, he thought for a long time at this time, and he really didn't know how to talk about it.
The old man panted heavily, waved his hand, and said: "Come on, the sentimental conception is over, you go back, remember to hurry up to the stage of deity, so that I can carve wood carvings."
With that said, he turned around and was about to leave.
Wang Lin pondered a little, seeing that the old man was about to walk away, he said, "Senior, what is that ancestral spirit card?"
The old man looked back at Wang Lin, smiled triumphantly, and said, "That silly thing is nothing, I have more here!" As he said, he took out a big push of various orders from his storage bag. The card continued: "This belongs to the Heavenly Escape Sect, this belongs to the Lingwu Sect, this belongs to the troll clan of the fourth-level cultivation country, this is the fifth-level cultivation country..."
Wang Lin blankly watched his tireless introductions one by one, the old man's brows became more and more triumphant. This scene seemed to be his beloved toy.
Finally, the old man flipped his right hand and took out a blank token, and said, "In addition to these, I will make you all the tokens of any school you want. Hey, I don’t know how many of these things have been sold over the years. Now, go and inquire, my word of mouth has nothing to say, do you want to buy one? How about the token of the head of the Baiyun Sect?"
Wang Lin was silent, glanced at the old man, and turned to leave.
The old man yelled for a long time in the back, then he muttered a few words, put the tokens away one by one, and said: "These things are Lao Tzu's inventory, huh, you don't know the goods, I won't sell them to you yet!"
Wang Lin went straight all the way and returned to the shop. He sat cross-legged by the stove. The surroundings were quiet. In this quiet environment, the different moods of the three previous monks in the transformation stage flashed in his mind. Slowly, he was whole. All immersed in it, quietly comprehending.
The unfeeling state of the middle-aged scribes, the comfortable state of the old woman, and the years of the old man in the green shirt echoed in Wang Lin's mind. Gradually, Wang Lin had a vague understanding. This artistic conception must be based on each other. Different lives are naturally obtained in the understanding of heaven.
So, what exactly should his mood be... Wang Lin closed his eyes, and his whole person suddenly became a little different at this moment. After a long time, Wang Lin opened his eyes, picked up a piece of wood, and wielded a knife with his right hand. .
The sawdust flew down, the carving knife in his hand was like clouds and flowing water, and the knife didn't stop for half a moment. Gradually, a figure of a single-handed pinch appeared on the wood carving.
Wang Lin's eyes showed a trace of concentration. At this moment, everything around him could not affect Wang Lin's mood. What he thought in his mind and what he saw in his eyes were all in the desperate situation of the middle-aged scribe.
The sawdust on the ground gradually increased, and the carving knife in Wang Lin's hand was getting faster and faster, and finally there was almost a shadow of the knife. After a long time, suddenly, Wang Lin paused with his right hand, and the carving knife in his hand snapped and broke in the middle. The broken tip of the knife struck a bright light, rotating and stabbing on the wooden frame aside, making buzzing noises.
Wang Lin didn’t pay any attention to all of this. He stared at the wood carving in his hand. The wood carving had already taken shape. The middle-aged scribes were vivid and lifelike. There was an unfeeling breath over his body, but the breath did not. Exposed, all converged inside.
Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes, felt for a long time, and gently placed the wood carving of the middle-aged scribe on the ground.
"It's still a bit worse..." Wang Lin muttered to himself.