Chapter 252.

The store that Wang Lin rented was not on the main street, but was more remote, so if he didn’t look carefully, it would be hard to see it, but Wang Lin didn’t mind, and after a night of meditating, the red mist outside of his body, once again condensed a little.

In the early morning, Wang Lin opened the door of the store and, like a mortal, organized the store, then he meditated for a moment, his body flashed and disappeared inside the store.

When he came back, there were already quite a few large trees that he had uprooted stored in his storage bag.

Peeling these trees and chipping them into wooden squares with a tool, Wang Lin recalled in his mind that during his childhood, his father had taught him how to make wood carvings hand in hand.

These memories, gradually surfaced in his mind, Wang Lin was silent for a long time, his left hand grabbed a piece of wood square, gently waved, suddenly the wood square into ten sections, Wang Lin picked up one of the sections, I do not know when in his right hand more than a carving knife, just as his father back then, in the above one knife one knife carving up.

Gradually, Wang Lin in the carving, vaguely found has passed away for 400 years of affection, seems to be in this knife in the carving, he once again returned to his childhood, back to that long lived in the small mountain village.

At this moment, the spiritual energy in Wang Lin’s body, suddenly operated, along with the carving knife in his hand, gradually integrated into the wood carving, deeper and deeper.

Time, flew by, until the night fell again, Wang Lin suddenly came to his senses, he looked at the wood segment in his hand, at this time, the wood segment, had already turned into a wood carving, this wood carving was engraved, is a middle-aged man with a kind smile on his face.

This person is wearing rough clothes, especially hands are filled with a subtle rough marks.

Although the wood carving was slightly rough, it was as if it had spirituality, and bursts of spiritual energy spread out from it. Wang Lin looked at the wooden sculpture in a daze, and a wave of sadness surged through his heart.

He gently rubbed his right hand on top of the wooden carving. He muttered, “Father. Child misses you. Missed …… very much.”

There was a long silence. Wang Lin put the wooden carving aside. Picked up another piece of wood segment. The entire person was completely immersed. Slash by slash, he carved it.

The sky was getting cooler. One day and one night without rest. It was nothing to Wang Lin. When he was being chased back then, he often fled for several days and nights.

At the moment the early sun rose, the wood carving in Wang Lin’s hand. It once again took shape. This time, it was a middle-aged woman. She had a loving face. Her eyes looked into the distance. It seemed like she was waiting for her child to return.

Putting the two wooden sculptures in one place. Wang Lin exhaled deeply. Once again, he picked up a wooden segment. Carve it.

Time passed slowly. Wang Lin’s carving. It never stopped. Only when he was extremely tired. He would only meditate a little.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed, compared to a month ago, Wang Lin’s store, goods gradually more and more, in the store around the wall cabinets, rows and rows of vivid wood carvings, these wood carvings have men and women, old and young, all kinds of movements.

The characters of these wood carvings were all residents of the mountain village where Wang Lin was located in the past, and at this moment, Wang Lin, in an alternative way, had resurrected these people.

This January, Wang Lin’s store, there is not yet a guest to visit, but Wang Lin does not mind, he immersed in the carving, and even cultivation has stopped.

This day, Wang Lin hands holding a half-finished wood carving, this wood carving, somehow, actually exudes a flood of gas, its engraved object, if there is a cultivator of the Sea of Demons to see, will certainly recognize at once, this is a dragon!

This dragon, is Wang Lin and Li Muwan in the cultivation of the devil sea, Wang Lin encountered the first spirit beast.

In the middle of carving, a wind bell came, the door of the store was pushed open, and a tiger-headed teenager cautiously peeked out to take a look.

When the teenager saw Wang Lin, he immediately froze for a moment, but was soon attracted by the countless wood carvings around him, and said in surprise, “Uncle, these are all carved by you, they’re so beautiful, can you give me one?”

Wang Lin dumbly smiled, put down the hand auger dragon wood carvings, smoothly picked up one from the side, this wood carving is engraved, is a person, a Wang Lin extremely familiar with the person – Wang Hao.

The teenager in front of him was quite similar to the Wang Hao of that year.

After that teenager received the wooden carving, he immediately let out a cry of joy, cherished it in his hands, and said crisply to Wang Lin, “Thank you uncle, I’m from the iron tool store across the street, bye.” With that, he quickly ran out of the store and shouted, “Father, mother, look, this is what uncle gave me.”

Wang Lin stood up and walked to the door, only to see that in a store on the opposite side, a man and a woman came out, the two of them looked at the teenager lovingly, the teenager’s father took the wooden sculpture, immediately his eyes lit up, looked up to Wang Lin, hesitated slightly, took the wooden sculpture and approached, said, “Little children don’t know how to do things, little brother, how much is this thing?”

Wang Lin shook his head and said, “For him, it’s just a piece of wood.”

The youngster’s father hesitated, glanced at Wang Lin, and smiled, “You just came here, right, I haven’t seen you before.”

Wang Lin nodded with a smile.

The teenager’s father laughed bashfully and said, “Little brother, if you don’t mind, come over and have a bite to eat, I have home-brewed fruit wine here, it’s much better than the ones from those restaurants, much better.”

Wang Lin was flooded with an unspeakable emotion within his heart, an emotion that he had never felt before in four hundred years, after hesitating for a moment, Wang Lin nodded.

The teenager’s mother, a kind woman, although she was not very old, her nature was quite gentle, and from some of the details, it could be seen that this was a happy family.

The child was well-behaved and the couple was in love.

Inside the iron tool store, there was a square table with a few small, home-cooked dishes on it, and Wang Lin, even though he had already refrained from eating, still picked up his chopsticks and ate a few bites.

Drinking the fruit wine that the other party was quite proud of and eating a long-lost home-cooked meal, Wang Lin’s state of mind was even more peaceful than when he was in the caravan, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed rapidly at an unprecedented speed.

This wine, it was indeed a good wine with a long aftertaste.

Ever since this day, there was one more indispensable thing in Wang Lin’s life, and that was this fruit wine. The teenager came to Wang Lin’s place almost every day to watch him carve wood carvings, and every time he came, he would take a pot of fruit wine.

Wang Lin’s store, wood carvings gradually more and more, a large part of this, are beasts, almost all the demonic beasts he has seen in the past four hundred years, all carved out, however, those top-grade spirit beasts as well as deserted beasts, no matter how Wang Lin carved, were never able to take shape.

On top of these carvings, each one of them condensed a huge amount of spiritual power, which mortals couldn’t feel, but if a cultivator came here, he would immediately be shocked.

Because the pressure of this spiritual power, almost no weaker than some low-order magic treasure, even in some wood carvings, its spiritual power is comparable to the middle-order magic treasure.

Where is this wood carving, is clearly a one of the rotten into magic, to the rotten wood production of cultivation treasure!