The next day, Han Feng rented a shop at the end of Azure Dragon Street in the eastern part of the Great Desolate City. It was not on the main street, but rather in a remote area. If one did not look carefully, it would be difficult to see it. However, Han Feng did not mind. This happened to be in line with his inner thoughts. He wanted to go with the flow. Therefore, Han Feng and the other two settled down in the Great Desolate City!
After a night of meditation, the Evil Qi around Han Feng's body had condensed a little more.
When the sun rose in the morning, Han Feng opened the door of the shop and called out to Han Chentian like a mortal to tidy up the shop while Shangguan Yuqing was sleeping in the attic. After everything was done, Han Feng pondered for a moment before disappearing from the shop in a flash.
When he returned, Han Feng's Sea of Consciousness had already stored many of the giant trees that he had uprooted.
These giant trees. He peeled the skin and used a carpenter to cut it into wooden cubes. Han Feng recalled in his mind how the miscellaneous chapter of the Primordial Pride Technique recorded how to carve divine patterns on wood. It was a method to polish one's Dao-heart realm and increase one's comprehension.
His spirit power moved. These memories gradually surfaced in Han Feng's mind. He pondered for a long time before grabbing a wooden block with his right hand. With a gentle wave, the wooden block split into dozens of pieces. Han Feng picked up one of the pieces, and a carving knife appeared in his left hand. In his memory, it was as if a master sculptor was carving on it, knife by knife. Han Feng followed suit and soon understood everything.
Gradually, Han Feng found the family ties from his previous life that had already passed away. It was as if he had returned to his previous life in this carving. He had returned to the rented house where he had lived and worked for many years.
At this moment, the magic power in Han Feng's body suddenly began to circulate. Through the carving knife in his hand, he gradually fused his comprehension of the Dao Law into the wood carving, and it became deeper and deeper.
Time passed by quickly. When night fell, Han Feng suddenly woke up. He looked at the wooden block in his hand. At this moment, the wooden block had already turned into a wooden carving that was giving birth to Dao law comprehension. The wooden carving was of a smiling beauty wearing the clothes of her previous life. It's so beautiful.
This woman was wearing a white pleated dress, and her voice and appearance were like a fairy from the nine heavens who had descended to the world.
Although the carving was rough, it seemed to possess a spirit of its own. Spiritual energy spread out from it. Han Feng looked at the wooden carving in a daze. A wave of sadness and longing surged in his heart.
He rubbed the wood carving with his right hand and muttered to himself,""Wan 'er, I miss you. I really miss you…"
After a long silence, Han Feng put the wooden carving aside and picked up another piece of wood. He immersed himself in it and started carving.
The sky was getting colder. Not resting for a day and a night was nothing to Han Feng. Back when he was in seclusion in the book world, he often went into seclusion for countless days and nights.
The moment the sun rose, the wood carving in Han Feng's hand took shape again. This time, it was a middle-aged woman. She had a loving expression on her face as she looked into the distance, as if she was waiting for her child to return. This was his mother from his previous life. Thinking of this, Han Feng's cheeks were filled with tears. He was afraid that the news of his death in his previous life would reach his mother's ears. Everything would be so pale. Mom, I'm unfilial.
Han Feng placed the two wood carvings together and took a deep breath. He then picked up another piece of wood and started carving.
Time flew by like an arrow. Han Feng didn't stop sculpting. Only when he was extremely tired would he meditate. Or secretly go to the attic to find Yuqing and enjoy the pleasure of sex.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Compared to a month ago, Han Feng's small shop had more and more goods. On the walls and cabinets around the shop, there were rows of vivid wooden carvings. These wooden carvings were of men and women, old and young, and all kinds of movements.
These wooden figures were all villagers from the small mountain village where Han Feng lived in his previous life. At this moment, Han Feng had used a different method to resurrect these people.
In this past month, there wasn't a single customer who came to Han Feng's shop. However, Han Feng didn't mind. He was immersed in comprehending the dao of the Divine Inscription. In fact, he had already stopped cultivating.
On this day, Han Feng held a half-finished wood carving in his hand. For some reason, this wood carving emitted a desolate aura. If a cultivator from the Dragon Han Cardinal Tribulations Era saw the carving, they would immediately recognize that it was a dragon!
This dragon was the corpse of the dragon that Han Feng had encountered in the sea during the great war between the three races when he had traveled through the strange time and space in the world of Han Feng's book. This was the first Ancient Divine Beast that Han Feng had encountered.
As he was carving, the sound of wind chimes could be heard. The door of the shop was pushed open, and a young man with a strong head carefully leaned over to take a look.
When the youth saw Han Feng, he was immediately stunned. However, he was soon attracted by the countless wood carvings around him and said in surprise,"Uncle, these are all your carvings. They're so beautiful. Can you give me one?”
Han Feng laughed and put down the dragon carving in his hand. He picked up one from the side. The carving was of a person, a person that Han Feng was extremely familiar with in his previous life-Jin Hao, Fatty Jin.
The young man in front of him was quite similar to Jin Hao from back then.
After the youth took the wood carving, he immediately let out a cheer. He held it in his hand and said to Wang Lin,"Thank you, uncle. I'm from the ironware shop opposite. Goodbye.”With that, he quickly ran out of the shop and shouted,"Father, mother, look, this is what uncle gave me.”
Han Feng stood up and walked to the door. A man and a woman came out of a shop across from him. The two of them looked at the young man lovingly. After the young man's father took the wood carving, his eyes lit up. He looked up at Han Feng and hesitated for a moment before taking the wood carving and walking over."Children are not sensible. Little brother, how much is this?”
Han Feng shook his head and said,"The child likes to give him a piece of wood."”worthless
The young man's father hesitated for a moment. He glanced at Han Feng and smiled,"You just came here, right? I haven't seen you before.”
Han Feng smiled and nodded.
The young man's father smiled and said," Little brother, if you don't mind, come and have a meal. I have my own spirit fruit wine here. It's much better than those restaurants."”
An indescribable emotion rose in Han Feng's heart. This emotion was something that he had never felt in his thousands of years of life. After hesitating for a moment, Han Feng nodded. If that's the case, I'll definitely come over. However, big brother, I might have to bring my elder brother and my wife over. I wonder if it's convenient?
The middle-aged man opposite him said,"What's so inconvenient about that? Just come together."
The young man's mother was a kind woman. Although she was young, her personality was quite gentle. From some details, it could be seen that this was a happy family.
The child was obedient, and the husband and wife were loving.
In the ironware shop, there was a square table with a few home-cooked dishes on it. Even though Han Feng and the other two had already reached the realm of fasting, they still picked up their chopsticks and took a few bites.
Drinking the spirit fruit wine that the other party was quite proud of and eating home-cooked food that he had not eaten for a long time, Han Feng's Dao heart and state of mind were more peaceful than when he encountered the convoy when he entered the Great Desolate City. The spiritual power in his body flowed rapidly at an unprecedented speed.
This wine was indeed a good wine, and it had an endless aftertaste.
Ever since that day, Han Feng had an indispensable item in his life, and that was the fruit wine. The young man came to Han Feng's place almost every day to watch him carve wood carvings. Every time he came, he would bring a jug of fruit wine.
In Han Feng's shop, the number of wood carvings gradually increased. A large portion of them were in beast form, almost carving out all the ancient beasts that he had seen in his past and present lives. However, no matter how Han Feng carved those ancient divine beasts and desolate beasts, they all came to life under his hands.
These carvings seemed to be endowed with souls, and each of them gathered a huge amount of power. This was something that mortals couldn't sense, but if a cultivator came here, they would immediately be shocked.
This was because the pressure of this magic power was almost no weaker than some low-grade magic treasures. In fact, the spiritual might of some wood carvings was comparable to that of mid-grade magic treasures.
These were not wooden carvings at all. They were clearly supreme magical treasures made of rotten wood that had transformed decay into magic!
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