Projection of the Heavens

"Thank you, old man, then."

Gu Shaoshang smiled and thanked him.

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

So far, Gu Shaoshang has no intention of disturbing the storm.

He felt that by staying in this small village and quietly comprehending the changes in his heart, the harvest would be even greater.

"Hey, you don't need to be so polite! It's just a little country craftsmanship."

Old Man Wang also laughed.

There is nothing reserved in the countryman's craftsmanship, and if someone likes it, he is very happy.

After all, my son came to Xianmen, and he came back to visit more than ten years ago. Later, he was busy and never came back, and the old couple was lonely.

It's rare to have a young man willing to follow him to learn the craft, that's not bad.

.........

So far, Gu Shaoshang has stayed in this small village, and the villagers in the small village, after a short period of surprise, no one paid much attention.

Most of them are only this young man, just on a whim, and they leave when they are overwhelmed.

Days can be lived as they should, and nothing will change because of one more Gu Shaoshang.

Gu Shaoshang also temporarily forgot about other things, and just thought he was an ordinary mortal, staying in a small village, learning craftsmanship with Wang Laohan, and helping the old couple do some farm work. It became a sackcloth tunic.

It really seems to have become an ordinary country boy.

Wang Laohan originally moved into the town after Wang Lin joined the Hengyue faction and returned to the Wang family.

But every year, he would go back to the village with his wife to live for a while, tidy up his son's room, and get together with his acquainted neighbors.

However, since the arrival of Gu Shaoshang, the old man Wang and the two have not returned to the town.

In the words of the old man Wang, the affection of the big family is not comparable to the relationship between neighbors in a small village.

calm.

The days were calm like a bowl of clear water, there was no vendetta, no cultivation, and no turbulence.

Such days are extremely rare for Gu Shaoshang.

In a trance, he felt a kind of precipitation in his soul, the whole soul seemed to be washed by water, becoming more rounded,

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

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

In his spare time, he was just like the old man Wang, sitting in the courtyard paved with yellow mud, holding a carving knife, wooden blocks, and carving things.

Although he did not use any supernatural powers, his body was far more flexible than ordinary people, and he was able to sculpt the first entry very quickly.

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

The next day, he carved out a golden eagle that was ready to fly, and it came alive.

On the third day, he carved out a big, burly and heroic man with a turtle-shaped crane back.

On the third day, he carved out a woman who was as cold as water, noble and airy. The woman was persistent and indifferent, like an exiled immortal, like a goddess.

On the fourth day, he carved a young man with short hair, with a calm breath, sitting cross-legged, like a god, like a Buddha, and he could see the fine teeth in his smile.

On the fifth day, he carved out a young man with a jet-black coat, a high forehead, thick hair, a white face, and a long eyebrow.

Day 6, Day 7, Day 8......

As time goes by, Gu Shaoshang's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and the carved wood carvings are even more vivid. Even, if anyone who is cultivating sees it, they can see that the wood carvings piled up like mountains are like spiritual treasures. Generally, it absorbs spiritual energy spontaneously.

The old man Wang was amazed and sighed.

Gu Shaoshang's carving skills have already surpassed the old man's imagination. What surprised him even more was that there was a "meaning" on the wood carvings.

This kind of meaning can only be obtained occasionally by a woodcarver master who devotes himself to it.

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

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

Technology is approaching!

At this time, Gu Shaoshang took the carving knife in his hand and slowly carved it. As his fingers turned, the wood carving slowly took shape, which seemed to be a little girl who looked like three or two years old.

The little girl, her little clothes were patched, she was wearing little shoes with exposed toes, and she had a pair of claw braids, and her little face was covered with dust.

The only fly in the ointment is that Gu Shaoshang has not carved his eyes yet.

Although lifelike, there are always some shortcomings.

Old man Wang was knocking on his cigarette bag on the steps, frowning slightly and looking at Gu Shaoshang.

At this time, it had been nearly ten years since Gu Shaoshang came to this village. Old Man Wang was getting older, and he had not gone out to work as a carpenter in recent years. At most, he was carving his own son.

Seeing Gu Shaoshang putting down the carving knife, Old Man Wang couldn't help but say, "Little Gu, why don't you light your eyes?"

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

Over the years, Gu Shaoshang has carved a wooden sculpture every day. In the past ten years, he has carved thousands of them.

These woodcarvings are human and beast, male and female, old and young, with different expressions and different movements. The only thing in common is that Gu Shaoshang did not put his eyes on.

not even one.

This is unavoidable, there are some shortcomings, and it is a pity for Old Man Wang.

"The eye is the manifestation of the heart, to carve the eye is to carve the soul..."

Gu Shaoshang let out a sigh of relief, dropped the sawdust on the little girl's woodcarving, and said with a smile, "Eyes are engraved, what if I come back to life?"

"You're kidding me! Old man, I don't know how many tens of thousands of wood carvings I have carved, and I have never seen a wood carving come to life."

The old man Wang shook his head, "Bada" took a breath of dry cigarettes, and said, "It's a pity."

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

All of these wood carvings are the manifestation of his mind, and with his spiritual cultivation, only one can be carved every day.

If you light up your eyes, it will naturally be no problem to survive.

Of course, this would naturally not be said to listen to Old Man Wang.

"There are flaws in the world, not to mention the mere wood carvings?"

Gu Shaoshang wiped the little girl's wooden sculpture, walked into the house, and placed the small wooden sculpture on the shelf.

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

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

"Now, it's about to come to an end..."

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

Ten years of transforming the ordinary life, the benefit to Gu Shaoshang is far greater than the gain of ten thousand years of cultivation. This kind of benefit is intangible, but it is more important than the improvement of the power of cultivation.

............

At this moment, two uninvited guests came to the border town far north of Zhao State.

One of them had a thin face and was wearing a black robe. When his eyes were open and closed, endless sinister colors flashed.

Beside him, followed by an old monk with immortal style.

At this time, he was standing outside the town, holding an antique mirror in his hand, constantly looking at it, calculating in his hand: "Teng Huayuan, you don't know that person's name or appearance, just relying on the power of a curse, it is really difficult to find. "

The black-robed old man named Teng Huayuan suddenly turned his head, he stared at the old cultivator, and said coldly, "Fellow Daoist Qiming, your heavenly arithmetic is unfathomable, if you can help me find that person My dear, all the requirements, as long as I can do it, I will never frown. Otherwise..."

His eyes were full of cold resentment: "That little bastard, kill my great-grandson, the old man has to kill his whole family in order to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

The cultivator was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "Forget it, I will try my best, but Daoist Teng, there is a debt and a debt, I have already figured out that person for you before, why do you still want to find him in Jue Ming Valley? What about relatives? It's really too bad to hear such a thing spread out."

Teng Huayuan smiled indifferently: "This seat is the major repair of Yuanying, the great-grandson of this seat, how can his life be compared to those ants? If I kill one of my great-grandsons, this old man will execute his ten clans!"

The old cultivator frowned slightly and felt the endless murderous intent in Teng Huayuan's mouth. He only sighed and threw the ancient mirror to reveal the location of the royal family with a secret method.

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

The old monk had just opened his mouth, and Teng Huayuan had already stepped into the mirror and landed on the place where the royal family was.

Boom!

It was obviously noon, but above the Wang family mansion in the small town, there was a gloomy wind, and the sound of shrill ghost screams resounded in the sky.

Teng Huayuan stepped into the Wang family, and a pitch-black magic flag danced in the palm of his hand, and souls in the Wang family mansion were sucked into the black flag.

"No, no! Why, why!"

"Ah, sir, Ning'er! Ah...!"

"Help, help!"

In the Wang family, there was dead silence, despair, and everyone, whether it was the members of the Wang family or the servants of the Wang family, were shrouded in endless fear.

No matter how they cried, they could only die one by one, and there was no luck at all.

"Shangxian, how did our royal family offend you? Even if mortals like me are like ants in your eyes, you have to let us understand why all this is happening!"

A young man fell to his knees, coughing up blood, tears in his eyes.

"There is a character in your royal family. Since you dare to kill my great-grandson, I will destroy his entire clan!"

Teng Huayuan smiled grimly, and with a slap of the palm, more than a dozen people died on the spot.

"Yes, yes, Wang Lin?!"

Suddenly, the voice of crying and resentment resounded in the Wang family mansion.

An old man cried: "It must be him, this little beast, it must be him!"

This person is Wang Lin's third uncle.

"Wang Lin?"

Teng Huayuan muttered to himself, and took the old man into his hands: "Tell me, everything you know!"

The old man was trembling and hurriedly told everything about Wang Lin, including his parents' residence.

He thought bitterly in his heart: "Die, let's all die, even if you didn't kill it, the Wang family is gone, and your parents should be buried with you."

boom!

Teng Huayuan grabbed the palm of his hand and crushed the old man's head!

Immediately, with a slam on his feet, the Wang family's mansion was shaken and shattered by a blow from the Yuan Ying cultivator.

wow wow wow~~~

A miserable wailing sounded from the long banner held by Fuji Huayuan.

On it, there are countless faces, showing a ferocious and desperate look, and the souls of more than 100 people from the Wang family are also on it!

huh~

Almost instantly, Teng Huayuan came to the sky above Wang Lin's village.

Gloomy and malicious look: "Little beast!"