"Then thank you, my father-in-law."

Gu Shaoshen smiled and thanked.

He came to the Immortal Counter World, at first because of the inexplicable ring of time and space, then was attracted by Qi training, and then he was inexplicably touched his heart.

At this point, Gu Shaoshu had no idea of ​​stirring up the wind and rain.

He felt that if he stayed in this small village and quietly realized the changes in his mind, he might gain even greater.

"Hey, young people don't have to be so polite! You are just some rural skills."

Old Man Wang also smiled.

The craftsmanship of the country people is not reserved or not. If someone likes it, he is very happy.

After all, my son joined the immortal sect and had come back to visit him more than ten years ago. Maybe he was busy later and never came back, so the old couple was lonely.

It's rare that there is a young man who is willing to learn craftsmanship with him, that's also good

At this point, Gu Shaoshang stayed in this small village, and no one paid much attention to the villagers in the small village after a brief surprise.

Most of them just think of this young man, but they just took a whim and left after being excited.

Life will be lived as you should, and there will be no changes just because of the extra Gu Shaoshu.

Gu Shaoshang also forgot about the others for the time being, just thought he was an ordinary mortal, stayed in a small village, learned craftsmanship with Mr. Wang, and helped the old couple do some farm work. The black robe that he had never changed for a long time also turned into a coarse cloth robe.

It really seems like I have become an ordinary rural boy.

After Wang Lin joined the Hengyue Sect, Old Man Wang moved into the town and returned to the Wang family.

But every year, he would return to this village with his wife to live for a while, clean up his son's room back then, and gather with his familiar neighbors.

However, since Mr. Gu came to his injury, Old Man Wang and the other two have not returned to the town.

In what Old Man Wang said, the human relationships of the big family are not as good as those of the neighborhood relationships in small villages.

calm.

Life is as peaceful as a bowl of clear water, without revenge, no cultivation, no slight turmoil.

Such days are extremely rare for Gu Shaoshang.

In a trance, he felt a kind of precipitation in his heart, and his whole heart seemed to be washed by clean water, becoming more rounded.

At this moment, he forgot his identity, forgot all the iron-blooded killings, forgot the heavens and all worlds, truly integrated into the mortal world, and experienced the bitterness and sweetness of mortals.

Every morning, before dawn, Gu Shaoshang would get up early, holding the branches and leaves of willow trees that had never changed color, chopping wood, fetching water, and cooking

When I was free, I sat in the yard paved with yellow mud, holding a carving knife, wooden block, and carving things.

Although he did not use any magical powers, his body was far more flexible than that of ordinary people, and he was quick to get started with the craftsmanship.

On the first day of carving, Gu Shaoshen held a carving knife in his hand and carved out a middle-aged man with a thin body with few hairs, like a tuberculosis ghost.

The next day, he carved a golden eagle spreading its wings and was about to fly, and it appeared vividly.

On the third day, he carved a turtle-shaped crane-shaped back, with a burly and heroic man. The Han Dynasty was calm and scattered, and a grand master.

On the third day, he carved a cold, noble and floating woman. The woman was persistent and calm, like a banished immortal, like a celestial woman.

On the fourth day, he carved a young man with a calm breath and sat cross-legged, like a god or a Buddha. In his smile, he could see fine teeth.

On the fifth day, he carved out a young man with a black ink coat with a high forehead, thick hair, white face and beardless, but had a long eyebrows.

Day 6, Day 7, Day 8

As time goes by, Gu Shaoshu's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and the carved wood carvings are even more vivid. Even if a practitioner sees them, he can see them. The piles of wood carvings are like spiritual treasures, spontaneously absorbing spiritual energy.

Old Man Wang was amazed and sighed that he was not as good as he was.

Gu Shaoshang's strong carving skills have exceeded the old man's imagination. What amazed him even more was that there was a kind of "meaning" on the wood carving.

This kind of meaning is something that only the wood carving master who devotes himself to it can occasionally get.

And in Gu Shaoshang's hands, every wood carving has a kind of spirituality.

It seems that he is not carving wood carvings, but creating life!

The skills are short-lived!

At this time, Gu Shaoshang held a carving knife in his hand and slowly carved it. As his fingers rotated, the wood carving slowly formed, as if he was a little girl who seemed to be three or two years old.

The little girl, with patches on her clothes, wearing small shoes with toes, was combed with a pair of pigtails, and her face was covered with dust.

The only thing that is not good is that Gu Shaoshang has not yet carved his eyes.

Even though it is lifelike, there are always some shortcomings.

Old Man Wang knocked his cigarette pipe on the steps and frowned slightly at Gu Shaoshen.

At this time, Gu Shaoshang had been in this village for nearly ten years. Old Man Wang was old and had never gone out to do carpenter work in recent years. At most, he could only carve his own son.

Seeing that Gu Shaoshen put down the carving knife, Old Man Wang couldn't help but say, "Xiao Gu, why don't you light your eyes?"

He actually wanted to ask this question a long time ago.

Over the years, Gu Shaoshu has carved a wood carving every day. In the past ten years, thousands of carvings have been carved.

These wood carvings have animals, men and women, old and young, with different expressions and different movements. The only similarity is that Gu Shaoshang did not touch his eyes.

None.

This inevitably leads to some shortcomings, which makes Old Man Wang a little regretful.

"The eyes are manifested by the heart, and carving the eyes is carving the soul"

Gu Shaoshang let out a sigh of relief, drooped the wood chips on the little girl's wood carving, and said with a smile: "I have carved my eyes, what if I come back to life?"

"You will be kidding! I don't know tens of thousands of wood carvings that I carved, and I have never seen any wood carvings that will come alive."

Old Man Wang shook his head, took a sip of dry tobacco, and said, "It's a pity."

He only thought Gu Shaoshang was a joke, but he didn't know that Gu Shaoshang was not a joke.

All these wood carvings are manifested by his thoughts. With his spiritual cultivation, he can only carve one every day.

If you light your eyes, it will be a big problem to come back to life.

Of course, this is naturally not something that can be said to Mr. Wang.

"There are shortcomings in the world, let alone wood carvings?"

Gu Shaoshen wiped the little girl's wood carving, walked into the house, and placed the small wood carving on the shelf.

At first glance, there are thousands of wood carvings on the shelves.

Among them, the indoctrinator Gu Shao hurt all his mental strength, and recorded the transformation of his mental journey over the past ten years.

"Now, it's almost over."

Gu Shaoshen took a deep breath and a smile appeared on his face.

The benefit of ten years of life in the world is far greater for Gu Shaoshu than the gains of ten thousand years of cultivation. This benefit is intangible material, but it is more important than the improvement of cultivation power.

At this moment, two uninvited guests came to the border town far away in the northern part of Zhao State.

One of them had a thin face and was wearing a black robe. As his eyes opened and closed, endless evil colors flashed by.

Beside him, an old monk with fairy spirit and Taoism was followed.

At this time, he was standing outside the town, holding an ancient mirror in his hand, constantly looking at it, and counting in his hand: "Teng Huayuan, you don't know the name of the man or his appearance. It's really hard to find with just a trace of curse."

The old man in black robe named Teng Huayuan suddenly turned around, staring at the old monk, and said coldly: "Fellow Dao Ming, your heavenly calculation technique is unfathomable. If you can help me find that person's close relative, all the requirements, as long as I Teng Huayuan can do it, I will never frown. Otherwise."

His eyes were filled with cold resentment: "That little beast, kill my great-grandson. I have to kill his whole family to relieve my hatred!"

The monk was silent for a little while, sighed, and said, "Forget it, I will do my best, but fellow Taoist Fuji, I have to calculate that person for you before. Why do you still have to find someone who is close to Ming Valley when you are expelled? It is really too unpleasant to spread this kind of thing."

Teng Huayuan smiled coldly: "I am a great-grandson in the Yuanying period. My great-grandson is not comparable to those ants? If I kill my great-grandson, I will kill the ten clans!"

The old monk frowned slightly, felt the endless murderous intent in Teng Huayuan's mouth, and could only sigh and throw out the ancient mirror, showing the place where the Wang family was with a secret technique.

"This place, where the murderer's family was at that time!"

The old monk had just spoken, and Teng Huayuan had already stepped into the mirror and reached the place where the royal family was.

Boom!

It was clearly noon in the sky, but above the Wang family mansion in the small town, there was a gust of cold wind, and the shrill sound of ghosts resounded throughout the sky.

Teng Huayuan walked among the Wang family, and a dark magic banner danced in his palm, and souls were sucked into the black banner in the Wang family's mansion.

"No, no! Why, why!"

"Ah, Master, Ning'er! Ah!"

"Help, help!"

There was a dead silence and despair in the Wang family. Everyone, whether it was the Wang family or the servants of the Wang family, were shrouded in endless fear.

No matter how much they cried, they could only die one by one, without a trace of luck.

"Supreme Immortal, where did our Wang family offend you? Even if we are like mortals in your eyes, you will be like ants. You have to let us understand why all this is!"
To be continued...