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The person the old man pointed to was an old woman. Her eyes were slightly dim, she stared at the old man and said hoarsely: "Although the senior's cultivation is as high as the sky, how can I, the Baiyun Sect, be the sect you are referring to!"
The old man muttered a few words, and impatiently took out a dirty storage bag from his arms. He rummaged through it for a long time and took out a black wooden sign with some oil stains and vegetable leaves hanging on it. , he threw it away and was caught in the old woman's hand.
After seeing the token, the old woman¡¯s expression immediately changed and she said in a low voice: ¡°The Ancestral Spirit Tablet!¡±
The middle-aged scribe immediately reached out to take the token and typed a spell on it. Suddenly, the token flashed with colorful light and lingered for a long time. The middle-aged scribe immediately smiled bitterly and said to the old man respectfully: "Senior, since you hold There are ancestral spirit tablets, and juniors and others should follow them by themselves, but senior, are you sure that in exchange for this ancestral soul tablet, I, the Baiyun Sect¡¯s god-transforming monk, can help your disciples understand the artistic conception?¡±
The old man glanced at Wang Lin proudly, pressed his nose, snorted to the middle-aged scribe, and said harshly: "Nonsense, come on, come out!" He said, pointing at the old woman.
The old woman was silent for a while, nodded respectfully, walked away, took a few steps, her eyes showed a complicated light, glanced at Wang Lin, and said: "You have a good master, old woman, when I turned into a god, if I could have The opportunity to understand the artistic conception will definitely save you a lot of detours, alas!" As she said that, she opened her mouth and spit out a stream of pink spiritual energy. After this spiritual energy appeared, the surrounding area was immediately filled with waves of fragrance.
At the same time, the pink spiritual energy was as fast as an arrow. When it was three inches away from Wang Lin, it suddenly turned into a ball of pink mist, wrapping Wang Lin inside.
"Slowly understand the artistic conception of the old lady!"
In the pink mist, Wang Lin suddenly felt a warm feeling. The spiritual power and Nascent Soul in his body slowly showed a trace of laziness under this warm feeling.
It seemed that all the killings, even the determination to become a god, became ethereal at this moment. Under this feeling, Wang Lin even felt drowsy.
It seems that everything in the world has become dispensable.
But at this moment, an evil spirit blood ball in his storage bag suddenly flew out of the storage bag, followed Wang Lin's palm, and merged into his body in a flash.
Immediately afterwards, a fierce evil spirit, like a pot of cold water being poured from his head, made Wang Lin wake up immediately. The moment he woke up, the evil spirit suddenly filled his whole body.
The old woman let out a light sigh, and summoned her right hand to withdraw the pink spiritual energy.
Wang Lin took a deep breath. If it weren't for the evil spirit blood ball, he would have been completely immersed in the opponent's artistic conception. This feeling was extremely terrifying. In addition to his original fear of the cultivator, he was also cautious.
The old woman glanced at Wang Lin, stepped back, and said no more.
At this time, the old man glanced around and finally landed on an old man in green shirt standing in the distance. His eyes suddenly lit up, he laughed and said: "Come here, your artistic conception is quite special. After realizing it, we Just leave and won¡¯t bother you again.¡±
The old man raised his head, without even looking at Wang Lin, and said flatly: "He can't bear my artistic conception!"
The old man raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said: "Fart, as long as I'm here, even if your Baiyun Sect's old Taoist Baiyun comes personally, I can still resist it!" After saying that, he secretly glanced deep into the Baiyun Sect with a sly look. .
The old man in green shirt said no more, but slapped his forehead. Suddenly, a black gash opened between his eyebrows, and a flying sword the size of a palm galloped out, turned into a bolt of lightning, and arrived in front of Wang Lin in an instant.
Its speed is simply irresistible. Wang Lin's face is a bit ugly. If the forbidden flag is opened, it may be able to block one or two, but obviously, it cannot be delayed for too long in the end!
But Wang Lin was not afraid. Although he could not resist, if he really took action, with the fine silk threads in his hands, these god-transformation monks, no matter how powerful their magical powers were, would still have to be a little wary.
Take this flying sword for example, as long as Wang Lin uses Heavenly Tribulation now, the opponent will definitely stop the flying sword attack, otherwise, they will both die together.
When the flying sword of the monk in green shirt was still ten feet away in front of Wang Lin, a killing aura rushed towards him. In this killing aura, there was also a strange artistic conception!
This artistic conception was very different from the previous two people. It seemed to have a hint of the power of heaven and earth. Wang Lin immediately noticed that the spiritual power in his body was actually exhausted. If these spiritual powers were compared to having vitality, then in the other party's eyes Under the artistic conception, its vitality is passing rapidly.
This strange artistic conception made Wang Lin finally lookBig change, this artistic conception only acts on spiritual power. If it can act on longevity, it will definitely be called heaven-defying and terrifying.
The monk in green shirt had a dull expression. He called his right hand, and the flying sword suddenly retreated, returned to the old man's side, and disappeared between his eyebrows. He said slowly: "My artistic conception is the years!"
The old man¡¯s eyes narrowed and fell on this person. Before, he only felt that the fluctuations in the body of the old man in green clothes were strange, and then analyzed that his artistic conception must be extraordinary, but he never expected that this person¡¯s artistic conception was actually the passage of time!
He took a deep breath, and the dirty look on his face suddenly disappeared. At this time, he looked quite majestic. Although his thin face was a little dirty, these mundane things could not cover up the aura of this man.
Wang Lin had an illusion for a moment. The old man seemed to have completely changed in an instant. If he was said to be a master from the Suzaku Kingdom, Wang Lin would not be too suspicious.
"What a divine state of mind. If you can reach the top in this life, then the power of this state of mind will be unparalleled! Take it, ancestor spirits, and say goodbye!" The old man took a deep breath, moved his body, came to Wang Lin's side, and grabbed He and the two of them disappeared immediately, and when they reappeared, they were already in a remote location in Kyoto.
After the two of them appeared, the old man was panting like an ox, and his face was pale from exhaustion, but he still showed a proud look. He occasionally glanced at Wang Lin, obviously waiting for Wang Lin to praise him.
At this time, he didn't have the expert demeanor he had just now. Wang Lin reluctantly took off his straw hat, threw it into the storage bag, and said: "Senior's magical powers are amazing, I have only seen this in my life, I admire you, I admire you!"
The old man rolled his eyes and said dissatisfied: "Is that all you can say?"
Wang Lin was silent and smiled bitterly. He had never said any flattering words in his life. He thought about it for a long time and really didn't know how to say it.
The old man gasped, waved his hand, and said: "Come on, I'm done with understanding the artistic conception. You can go back. Remember to reach the stage of transformation as soon as possible so that you can carve wood carvings for me."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Wang Lin pondered for a while, and when he saw that the old man was about to walk away, he said, "Senior, what is that ancestral spirit tablet?"
The old man looked back at Wang Lin, smiled proudly, and said, "That crap is nothing, I have plenty here!" As he said that, he took out a large push of various orders from his storage bag. Card, continued: "This is from the Tian Escape Sect, this is from the Lingwu Sect, this is from the fourth level Cultivation Country, the Troll Demon Clan, this is the fifth level Cultivation Country"
Wang Lin stared blankly at him as he tirelessly introduced the tokens one by one. The old man's eyes became more and more proud. At this scene, it was as if the thing in his hand was his favorite toy.
Finally, the old man turned over his right hand, took out a blank token, and said: "Besides these, I will make tokens for whichever sect you want. Hehe, I don't know how many of these things have been sold over the years. Come on, go and ask around, my reputation is nothing but good. Do you want to buy one? How about the Baiyun Sect¡¯s head token?"
Wang Lin was silent, glanced at the old man, turned and left.
The old man yelled from behind for a long time, then he muttered a few words, put away the tokens one by one, and said: "These things are my inventory. Huh, if you don't know the goods, I won't sell them to you!"
Wang Lin walked straight and returned to the shop. He sat cross-legged next to the stove. There was silence all around. In this quiet environment, the different artistic conceptions of the three monks in the transformation stage flashed through his mind. Slowly, his whole body Immerse everything in it and realize it quietly.
The desperate state of the middle-aged scribe, the comfortable state of the old woman, and the state of the years of the old man in blue, all echoed in Wang Lin's mind. Gradually, Wang Lin had a vague understanding. This artistic conception must be based on each of them. Different lives are naturally obtained by understanding the way of heaven.
So, what should be my artistic conception Wang Lin closed his eyes. At this moment, his whole person suddenly became a little different. After a long time, Wang Lin opened his eyes, picked up a piece of wood, and waved a knife with his right hand. portray.
The wood chips flew down, and the carving knife in his hand moved like clouds and flowing water, without any pause. Gradually, a figure making secrets with one hand appeared on the wood carving.
Wang Lin's eyes showed a trace of concentration. At this moment, nothing around him could affect Wang Lin's mood. What he was thinking about and what he saw in his eyes were all the middle-aged scribe's desperate state.
There were more and more sawdust on the ground, and the carving knife in Wang Lin's hand became faster and faster. Finally, almost the afterimage of the knife appeared. After a long time, suddenly, Wang Lin's right hand stopped, and the carving knife in his hand snapped in the middle. The broken tip of the knife flashed a bright light, and it rotated and stabbed on the wooden frame beside it, making a buzzing sound.
Wang Lin didn't pay any attention to all this. He stared at the wood carving in his hand. The wood carving had already taken shape. The middle-aged scribe was lifelike. He was making secrets with his right hand. There was an aura of ruthlessness surrounding his body, but this aura did not. Exposed, all contained.
Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes, thought for a long time, and gently placed the wooden sculpture of the middle-aged scribe in his hand on the ground.
"It's still a little bit worse" Wang Lin said to himself¡ª¡ª
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Wang Lin didn't pay any attention to all this. He stared at the wood carving in his hand. The wood carving had already taken shape. The middle-aged scribe was lifelike. He was making secrets with his right hand. There was an aura of ruthlessness surrounding his body, but this aura did not. Exposed, all contained.
Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes, thought for a long time, and gently placed the wooden sculpture of the middle-aged scribe in his hand on the ground.
"It's still a little bit worse" Wang Lin said to himself¡ª¡ª
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