This kind of gap lies in the unconditional mood. Wang Lin can only imitate it according to his own insights. Although it was eventually carved, it is still far behind the middle-aged scribes' true unconditional mood.
Wang Lin looked at the broken knife in his hand and was silent for a moment. With a wave of his right hand, half of his hand flew out and landed on the wooden frame aside. Then he picked up a piece of wood and made a knife with his fingers, and continued to paint...
Time passed, the years hurried, and in a blink of an eye, another ten years!
In the past ten years, Wang Lin's appearance has become old. There are some white hair mixed in his temples. His straight posture is also slightly hunched. He looks like he is about to enter his twilight years.
In his shop, there are fewer and fewer wood carvings. In the past ten years, Wang Lin's wood carvings have only made one finished product, that is, the old Baiyunzong old woman.
In fact, the old woman's wood carving was completed nine years ago. Although it is the same as the wood carving of the middle-aged scribes, there is a gap and cannot reach perfection, but Wang Lin knows that this is because he has not reached the level of transformation. .
In the nine years after Wang Lin, the reason why he didn't make wood carvings again was the old man in green shirt!
In any case, he could not carve the old man's traces of the mood of the years on the wood carving. 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. In the end, they were all turned into fly ash by him.
On this day, Wang Lin looked at the woodcarving of the old man with a green shirt in his hand, sighed lightly, rubbed his right hand on it, and the woodcarving dissipated to ashes. There was a little silence, he stood up and slowly opened the door of the shop.
The soft sunlight fell on him. Wang Lin is holding a wooden chair. Sat at the door. Quietly watching the passers-by around. The iron shop opposite him. In the nine years, it has expanded several times.
Not long. A four-year-old child poked his head out of the iron shop. After seeing Wang Lin, he smiled immediately. Run a few steps and come to Wang Lin's side. He also carried a hip flask in his hand. Pass it to Queen Wang Lin. Milky voice said grimly: "Grandpa Wang. This is the wine I stole for you. Where's the sugar?"
A big smile appeared on Wang Lin's face. Touched the toddler's head. Turn over with your right hand. There was an extra pill the size of a fingernail in his hand. After throwing it to young children. Take a sip with a hip flask.
The toddler swallowed quickly. There was a satisfied expression on his face. The chin was pressed with two small hands. Curiously said: "Grandpa Wang. Is this wine good? I think you drink it every day."
Wang Lin smiled slightly. At this time in the iron shop. Step out a strong man. The appearance of this burly man is vaguely visible from the sturdy young man back then. After he saw Wang Lin, his eyes showed feelings. Step forward. He said with concern: "Uncle Wang. Can't drink anymore today!"
Wang Lin smiled and said, "Okay, just take a sip. I won't drink it today! Daniel. How is your father?"
Daniel showed a bleak color on his face, and said, "It's okay."
Wang Lin sighed secretly, he couldn't interfere in the reincarnation of mortals. Birth, old age, sickness and death are part of the way of heaven. Daniel married the daughter of the shopkeeper Zhao of the tailor shop six years ago, and that child is his child.
"Grandpa Wang, you haven't told me yet, is this wine good or not?" The boy grabbed Wang Lin's arm and asked.
Daniel looked at Wang Lin, sighed softly, and said, "Your grandfather Wang is not drinking wine, but life..."
Wang Lin looked back at Daniel, with a look of admiration in his eyes, patted his arm, and said, "Da Niu, take the child back, I'll go around the street."
Daniel grabbed the wine jug in Wang Lin's hand and placed it in the woodcarving shop. Then he closed the door and said, "You just promised me, don't drink it today!"
Wang Lin smiled, got up and walked towards the street, his back slightly staggered, full of twilight.
Daniel sighed softly, took the little hand of the young child, and returned to the iron shop. The young child pursed his mouth and said to him happily: "Father, the candy that Grandpa Wang gave me is delicious. After eating this time, my whole body feels warm..."
Wang Lin walked on this old street for more than ten years, and saw the shopkeepers of the shops, and they walked out of the shops from unknown sources, rushing to Wang Lin with a sincere expression, and begged in a low voice. .
"Treasurer Wang, do you think this business is not easy to do, next month, next month I will definitely hand in the rent!" This is the shopkeeper of the new grocery store that moved three years ago.
"Yes, Mr. Wang, business is really not good now, how about a few days later?" This is the fat man who was the inn shopkeeper back then.
Voices like this came one after another. Wang Lin swept around with a wry smile. He didn't know what was going on. After living here for more than ten years, he didn't know it. Almost all the people on the street owed him money. .
Moreover, most of the shops on this street eventually became his property. Every time a declining shop rushed to spend money, he would find Wang Lin and give him the shop.
As for Wang Lin's own shop, that shop came to him two years ago and sold it to him.
The price is ridiculously expensive.
By now, almost as soon as Wang Lin left the house, the shopkeepers of these shops would immediately follow behind and speak nicely. In fact, this has something to do with Wang Lin seldom going out on weekdays. Sometimes, he doesn't even show up once in a few months, so the moment he shows up, it makes the heart of these shopkeepers nervous, for fear that he is here to rent.
In fact, this renter doesn’t have much money, but anyone who lives here for a long time knows that Wang Lin’s temperament is good, so he has the idea of delaying the renter. After this time, almost no one has paid the renter. Slowly, this has become a habit.
After all, among mortals, few people find it hot to handle things like silver, and the more the better.
Wang Lin didn't care much about this phenomenon, so he let it go and regarded it as a part of his understanding of heaven.
In the past nine years, the situation has changed. There are not many old faces on the whole street. This made Wang Lin quite emotional. He waved his hand and said to the shopkeepers around him: "No rent is collected today. It's all gone."
The shopkeepers were relieved one after another, and backed away again and again.
Wang Lin walked on the street with his hands behind his back. It didn't take long for him to come to the entrance of the street. But at this moment, a big horse with a tall head galloped up quickly, and there was a middle-aged man sitting there immediately with a pretty face. It was ugly, and there was even blood left at the corners of the mouth.
He had just rode across the street, and he saw Wang Lin at a glance. Then his right hand pulled the horse rope fiercely. Amid the long neigh of the horse, the middle-aged man leaped and jumped off his horse. A few steps came to Wang Lin's side, and before he could speak, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
In the blood, there was still a trace of internal organs. The man's face was bloodless, his body shook, he knelt to the ground, and said anxiously: "Mr. Wang, help!"
Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and he glanced at this person indifferently. This person is exactly Xu Tao who will offer a lot of gold and silver things almost every New Year's Day for more than ten years!
"What's the matter? Speak slowly." Wang Lin said.
"Mr. Wang, His Royal Highness is in danger!" In Xu Tao's hasty words, Wang Lin gradually understood the whole story. His Royal Highness did not know how to provoke a powerful opponent. The man was a monk with supernatural powers. As soon as this monk appeared, The cultivators around His Royal Highness left one after another and did not participate in it.
Now that the son was already hidden in the palace, the monk seemed a little scrupulous and inconvenient to enter the palace, so he vented his anger on the son's entourage.
Xu Tao was quite clever, and immediately left when things were not going well, but was also swept away by the monk and was seriously injured. In his panic, the only thing he thought of in his mind was Wang Lin!
As he was talking, he suddenly walked from the street into a young monk wearing a red Taoist robe. This man looked domineering and walked towards Xu Tao's place step by step.
When Xu Tao saw the monk, he trembled and spewed blood again, and his whole body immediately slumped down, looking at Wang Lin desperately, and said, "Help me..." After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and passed out. .
The monk sneered, glanced at Wang Lin, waved his right hand, and suddenly a black breath that was invisible to mortals spread out from his hand, turning into a huge skull in mid-air, and swallowing it viciously towards Xu Tao. The monk had a vicious heart and was already wrapped in Wang Lin.
In his eyes, even though Wang Lin was just a mortal, Xu Tao actually came to look for this person when he fled for his life. The relationship must be very shallow, and he simply killed them all.
As for if there is any trouble in killing mortals, there is also his master who is against it. He wants this, and his face shows a cruel look.
Wang Lin frowned. If this monk only troubled Xu Tao, he might not participate. Although Xu Tao respected him well for more than ten years, Wang Lin would not act for these things.
But now there are only the little monks with the foundation-building cultivation base, and even him is counted, Wang Lin's face is as usual, his eyes are calm, and his right hand is lightly waved, as if to drive away mosquitoes.
Suddenly, the formed skull, as if seeing something terrible, screamed, not daring to swallow it, but hurriedly backed away.
However, it was still a step too late. With a wave of Wang Lin's right hand, the demon Xu Liguo suddenly formed, and swallowed the skull with a grin, harp, glared at the terrified little Taoist priest. The body slowly dissipated.
The little Taoist complexion was abnormally ruddy, and at the moment the skull was swallowed, his mind was already damaged, and after a spout of blood, he fled in panic without saying a word.
Wang Lin stared coldly at this person's back, without a killer. His current Huafan was already in the final stage, and he really didn't want to ruin his mood for many years because of such trivial matters.