Time flies like a white horse. Life was like a bowl of clear water. There was a hint of sweetness that was faintly discernible. Han Feng felt a sense of cleansing his soul in this life without the pain of cultivation.
At this moment, he forgot his identity as a cultivator saint and the thousands of years of silent cultivation in the book world. Instead, he truly merged into the mortal world and experienced the bitterness and sweetness of mortals.
Every morning, Han Feng and Shangguan Yuqing would wake up early and open the door of the shop after they were done with their food. They would then sit quietly in the shop and carve wood carvings. His shop was already filled with countless carvings. Meanwhile, Han Chentian stood at the side and acted as the shop assistant.
The neighbors of the shop gradually learned that the shop had a new owner. They all had a good impression of Han Feng, who was quiet and exuded a trace of immortal aura. She was used to Han Chentian's honest and honest shop assistant! There was also Shangguan Guliang, who didn't go out often.
As time passed, Han Feng's shop gradually had customers. Although these people could not see the spiritual energy on the wood carving, they could see the exquisiteness of the wood carving. As time passed, Han Feng's shop became slightly famous in this area.
In the blink of an eye, a year passed. During that time, the mysterious old man never appeared again. Although Han Feng would occasionally think of this person, he gradually stopped paying attention to him.
He was completely immersed in the wood carving, looking for the joy that had passed away for a long time.
In Han Feng's shop, there were many lifelike carvings of ancient demonic beasts. Most of the ancient demonic beasts on these carvings had never been seen by mortals before. unheard of
In fact, even if there were self-cultivators who came here, they would not be able to recognize them. After all, this place was too far away from the real world of cultivators who had traveled to the West. The world was huge, and there were many types of demonic beasts, divine beasts, and desolate beasts. It was impossible for anyone to recognize all of them.
At this moment, Han Feng was holding a square piece of wood in his hand. As Han Feng carved with his knife, the shape of a prehistoric turtle demon beast was gradually outlined.
Looking at the wood carving in his hand, Han Feng put down the carving knife and picked up the blue-and-white porcelain wine pot beside him. Just as he was about to drink it, he realized that there was no wine in the pot.
Usually, at this time, the robust young man would come to watch him make the wood carvings. Every time he came, he would always bring a pot of fruit wine.
Sure enough, not long after, a young man who had grown half a head taller pushed open the door of the shop and walked in. The young man was still chubby and his name was Yang Ziang. Although he was only twelve years old, he was very tall.
His body was also much stronger than a year ago.
After entering the shop, Xiao Ziang grumbled and came to Han Feng's side. He sat down and said in a tender voice,"Uncle Han, come to my house one day and tell my father that he always wants me to learn blacksmithing from him. I don't want to learn. If I want to learn, I'm also prepared to learn uncle's woodcarving skills.”As he spoke, he placed a jug of fruit wine beside Han Feng. His small eyes narrowed as he stared at the incomplete wood carving in Han Feng's hand.
Han Feng laughed and took a big gulp from the wine pot. This fruit wine had a sweet taste with a hint of spiciness. After drinking it, a trace of heat rose in his stomach. For the past year, it had become a daily necessity for Han Feng.
"Uncle Han Feng, what animal are you carving now? Why does it look like a turtle to me?”Little Boy Ang looked at the wood carving and said in confusion.
Han Feng patted Little Boy Ang's head and said with a smile,"This isn't a turtle, but a creature called the Black Tortoise. Although it looks similar to a turtle, it's actually extremely powerful.”
Little Boy Ang nodded his head as if he understood something. Over the past year, he had seen countless different kinds of animals in Han Feng's shop, and every single one of them was something he had never seen before.
Han Feng held the carving knife and started carving on the wood carving. This creature that looked like a turtle was actually a rare Grand Unity Mystic Immortal demon beast that he had seen during his journey through the evolution of time and space in the beginning of the Untainted Land. When it was angry, ordinary cultivators could not resist it at all.
However, to Han Feng, with his current strength, he could easily kill many of these low-grade demonic beasts. He already had a clear understanding of its shape. As such, when he was carving, the appearance of this beast was completely formed in his mind. He did not pause for even a moment as he slashed down.
An hour later, Han Feng pointed his carving knife at the beast's eyes. Immediately, the wood carving seemed to come alive and began to emit waves of fierce flames.
The beast looked up at the sky with a hint of unwillingness and fear in its eyes. It opened its mouth and let out a soundless roar. A wave of air that mortals couldn't see spread out from the wood carving.
However, the pressure had only spread for less than three inches before it returned to normal with a tap of Han Feng's right hand.
Han Feng took a deep breath and placed the wood carving on the shelf. In this one year, Han Feng had realized that he could only make upper-grade innate divine beasts at most. He could not make top-grade divine beast wood carvings no matter what.
Every time he carved a supreme-grade divine beast, he would lose control of the last few strokes, causing the carving to shatter.
Han Feng knew that this was because the material of the wood carving was unable to withstand the divine patterns outlined by the boundless mana. After all, a supreme-grade divine beast was already equivalent to the quasi-sage level of human cultivators.
Xiao Ziang's eyes revealed a look of intoxication. During this year, he had been watching Han Feng carve divine inscriptions every day. Gradually, he was completely immersed in it.
Over the past year, he had also secretly tried to carve with a carving knife, but he had never been able to carve a satisfactory wood carving. Now that he saw Han Feng casually carving a wood carving, he could no longer bear it and asked.
Han Feng was silent for a while. He raised his head and looked at the young man before him. Divine Inscriptionists are required to comprehend the inscriptions on wood carvings. If you wish to learn, you can watch me carve for fifty years.”
The kid stuck out his tongue and said,""Fifty years…But I saw Carpenter Zhang from Northern City. He's only in his forties, but his wood carvings are pretty good.”
Han Feng picked up the wine pot and took another sip."I am different from him."
Xiao Ziang's eyes were filled with confusion. It was obvious that he didn't understand the profound meaning behind this.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside. Xiao Ziang quickly got up and ran out. Not long after, he stuck his head in and said in surprise,"Uncle Han, the third son of the Chen family's shop is back. He's followed by dozens of large carts and quite a few people.”
With that, he ran out again.
Han Feng did not mind. Instead, he picked up a piece of wood and recalled the scenes he had experienced in the book world back then. The scene that left the deepest impression on him was the huge desolate beast that died in the First Tribulation of the Primordial Dragon Han. After hesitating for a moment, Han Feng took the carving knife and began carving on the piece of wood.
Time slowly passed, and after more than two hours, the door to the shop was pushed open. Xiao Ziang ran in happily, followed by a muscular young man. When the young man entered the room and looked at the wood carvings around him, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Xiao Ziang quickly walked to Han Feng's side and winked at him. He said in a low voice,"Don't sell it at such a high price!"
After saying that, he quickly turned around and said loudly,"Third Young Master Chen, this is the shop I was talking about. Look at these wood carvings. They're not inferior to Carpenter Zhou's. How about it?”
Han Feng smiled. This Little Rascal had obviously noticed that Han Feng's shop had not had many customers in the past year. Therefore, whenever she met a rich customer, she would definitely pull him to Han Feng's shop at the first possible moment.
The young man, who was called the third young master of the Chen family, looked around and his eyes lit up. Unlike the young man, he was a man who had seen the world. Now, he was one of the trusted followers of the son of the Northern King in the Great Desolate City. He could tell at a glance that the quality of these wood carvings was much better than that of Master Beihan, who was famous in the capital.
Although Master Beihan's wood carvings looked real, there was something missing. He was silent for a while. Then, he suddenly realized that there was a difference between Master Beihan's wood carving and the one in front of him. It was anger and a soul!
One was Xuxu, while the other was lifelike! With a soul.
The difference of one word was more than a thousand miles!
The young man who was called the third young master of the Chen family had bright eyes. He walked forward and picked up a wooden carving. This wooden carving was the ancient dragon that Han Feng had carved a year ago.
The dragon was coiled up, and its head was raised into the sky. Every single scale on its body could be seen clearly, and it caused the young man from the Chen Clan to feel incredibly shocked. The moment he took the carving, he suddenly felt as if the beast had come to life. In his shock, he loosened his grip, and the carving fell from his hand.
Xiao Ziang had already noticed the other party's expression. He knew that these wooden carvings would give off a magical feeling once held in his hand, so he often only looked at them and did not touch them.
With a clang, the wooden carving fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was made of wood, so it would not be damaged after a few occasional knocks.
The young man who claimed to be the third young master of the Chen family blushed and quickly said,"Master Han, what kind of species is carved on this wood carving? Why does it look like a dragon?"
Without waiting for Han Feng's reply, the kid at the side puffed out his chest and said,"This is a True Dragon! Do you know about the ancient True Dragon? That was the level of immortals! The ancient tyrant!"
The young man remembered the Tyrant of the Wilderness…the ancient dragon race's true dragon and said,""How much is this true dragon wood carving?”
"A hundred taels of crimson gold." Han Feng smiled casually.”
When Xiao Ziang heard this, he sighed and thought to himself that it was over again. He had brought many people to this shop this year, but every time Han Feng mentioned the price, everyone would shake their heads and leave.
However, he did not expect that the third young master of the Chen family would just frown and immediately take out a hundred taels of pure gold from his pocket and place it on the table. Then, he took off his coat and wrapped it around the wooden carving before leaving in a hurry.
Xiao Ziang stared blankly at the hundred taels of pure gold on the table. His eyes lit up as he muttered to himself,"Unbelievable. A wooden carving can actually be sold for a hundred taels of crimson gold. My father's spirit-transferring ironware can only be sold for ten taels of crimson gold in a month.”
After muttering to himself, he immediately made up his mind. It was only 50 years. He had to learn this skill no matter what. With this skill, he, Yang Ziang, would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life.
He didn't expect that he would only be able to make wood carvings after 50 years. Even if he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, that would be 50 years later...
The young man who claimed to be the third young master of the Chen family wrapped the wood carving in his coat and left the shop. He hurried home to bid farewell to his parents. He did not even touch the dinner that his parents had prepared. He quickly led everyone in a carriage and rushed toward the Northern King's Mansion in the north of the Great Desolate City.
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