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Chapter 237 Magic Weapon

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    The shop that Wang Lin rented was not on the main street, but rather remote. It was difficult to see it unless you looked 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 up the shop like a mortal. Then he pondered for a moment, flashed and disappeared from the shop.

    When he came back, the storage bag already contained many large trees that he had uprooted.

    Peeling the bark of these trees and cutting them into wooden cubes with tools, Wang Lin recalled in his mind that in his childhood, his father taught him step by step how to make wood carvings.

    These memories gradually emerged in his mind. Wang Lin was silent for a long time. He grabbed a piece of wood with his left hand and waved it lightly. The wood suddenly turned into ten sections. Wang Lin picked up one of the sections, and at some point an additional engraved piece appeared in his right hand.  The knife, just like his father did back then, carved on it one by one.

    Gradually, in the depiction, Wang Lin vaguely found the family relationship that had been gone for four hundred years. It seemed that in this depiction, he returned to his childhood again, 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 started to move, and along with the carving knife in his hand, it gradually merged into the wood carving, getting deeper and deeper.

    Time passed quickly until night fell again. Wang Lin suddenly woke up. He looked at the piece of wood in his hand. At this time, the piece of wood had turned into a wood carving. What was carved in this wood carving was a man with a kind smile on his face.  middle-aged man.

    This person was wearing coarse clothes, especially his hands, which were full of tiny rough marks.

    Although this wood carving is slightly rough, it seems to be spiritual, with bursts of spiritual power spreading out from it.  Wang Lin looked at the wood carvings blankly, a sadness welling up in his heart.

    He gently rubbed his right hand on the wooden sculpture and murmured to himself: "Dad, I miss you, I miss you very much"

    After being silent for a long time, Wang Lin put the wood carving aside and picked up a piece of wood. He was immersed in it and began to carve it with one stroke.

    The weather is getting colder, and a day and a night without rest is nothing to Wang Lin. When he was hunted back then, he often escaped for several days and nights.

    At the moment when the early sun rose, the wood carving in Wang Lin's hand took shape again. This time, it was a middle-aged woman with a loving look on her face and her eyes looking into the distance, as if she was waiting for her child to return.

    Putting the two wood carvings together, Wang Lin took a deep breath, picked up a piece of wood again, and started carving.

    Time passed slowly, and Wang Lin never stopped sculpting. Only when he was extremely tired, he would meditate for a while.

    In the blink of an eye, a month has passed. Compared with a month ago, 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 include men and women.  , old and young, with all kinds of movements.

    These wooden figures are all residents of the mountain village where Wang Lin lived in the past. At this moment, Wang Lin has resurrected these people in an alternative way.

    In the past month, Wang Lin¡¯s shop has not had a single customer come to his shop, but Wang Lin didn¡¯t mind. He was immersed in carving and even stopped practicing.

    On this day, Wang Lin held a half-finished wood carving in his hand. For some reason, this wood carving actually exuded an aura of prehistoric times. If any monk cultivating the Demonic Sea saw the thing carved on it, he would definitely recognize it at a glance.  Come on, this is a dragon!

    This dragon was the first spiritual beast that Wang Lin encountered when he and Li Muwan were in the Demon Cultivation Sea.

    While in the carving room, a gust of wind chimes came, and the door of the shop was pushed open. A young man with a tiger-like head and a tough head leaned over and took a cautious look.

    When the young man saw Wang Lin, he was stunned for a moment, but he was soon attracted by the countless wood carvings around him. He said in surprise: "Uncle, these are all carved by you. They are so beautiful. Can you give me one?"

    Wang Lin smiled hoarsely, put down the dragon wood carving in his hand, and picked up one from the side. The carving on this wood carving was a person, a person Wang Lin was very familiar with - Wang Hao.

    The young man in front of him looks quite similar to Wang Hao back then.

    After the young man took the wood carving, he immediately cheered, held it in his hand cherishingly, and said crisply to Wang Lin: "Thank you, uncle, I'm from the iron shop across the street. Goodbye." With that, he ran out of the shop quickly.  He shouted loudly: "Father, mother, look, my uncle gave this to me."

    Wang Lin stood up and walked to the door. He saw a man and a woman coming out of a shop opposite. They looked at the boy lovingly. After the boy's father took the wood carving, his eyes immediately lit up and he raised his head to Wang Lin.  It seems, ?After a moment of hesitation, he approached with the wooden sculpture and said, "Children are not sensible. Brother, how much does this thing cost?"

    Wang Lin shook his head and said, "What I gave him was just a piece of wood."

    The young man's father hesitated for a moment, 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 young man's father smiled boldly and said: "Brother, if you don't mind, come over and have a bite to eat. I have homemade fruit wine here, which is much better than the ones in those restaurants."

    Wang Lin felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart. He had never felt this kind of emotion in four hundred years. After hesitating, Wang Lin nodded.

    The boy¡¯s mother is a kind woman. Although she is young, her temperament is quite gentle. From some details, it can be seen that this is a happy family.

    The children are well-behaved and the husband and wife are loving.

    In the ironware shop, there was a square table with several home-cooked side dishes. Even though Wang Lin was already fasting, he still picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites.

    Drinking the fruit wine that the other party was quite proud of and eating home-cooked meals that he had not seen for a long time, Wang Lin's mood was more peaceful than when he was in the motorcade. The spiritual power in his body was flowing rapidly at an unprecedented speed.

    This wine is indeed a good wine, with endless aftertaste.

    From that day on, there was an indispensable thing in Wang Lin's life, and that was the fruit wine. The young man came to Wang Lin almost every day to watch him carving wood carvings. Every time he came, he would hold a bottle of fruit wine.  Jug of fruit wine.

    In Wang Lin's shop, there are gradually more wood carvings. A large part of them are in the form of animals. Almost all the monsters he has seen in the past four hundred years are carved out one by one. However, those high-grade spirits  Beasts and desolate beasts, no matter how Wang Lin carves them, they will never be able to take shape.

    " Each of these carvings is condensed with huge spiritual power. Mortals cannot feel this, but if a cultivator comes here, they will be horrified immediately.

    Because the pressure of this kind of spiritual power is almost no weaker than some low-level magic weapons, and even on some wood carvings, its spiritual power is comparable to that of mid-level magic weapons.

    This is not a wood carving, it is clearly a cultivation magic weapon made from rotten wood that has transformed decay into magic!

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    You have to be kind. I was tossing and turning in bed and couldn't fall asleep. I always felt uneasy. I got up and typed another two thousand words. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, I can sleep now. I'm so sleepy (To be continued, if  If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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