The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 1237 Stone Spirit's Memory

On the mountainside, in front of the white sculpture, Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and there was a speechless gesture all over his body.

In the rear, the Shishan brothers and sisters who were still kneeling at this moment, after feeling this power, the reverence on their faces became significantly stronger.

"Boom, boom!"

In the next moment, there was a muffled sound, and a thick thunderbolt fell.

At this time, Ye Fei quickly made a formula in his palm, and a refining rune had already condensed and formed in front of him.

"Lei Lian."

After raising his hand, the rune was shot out, just like in the stone carving in front of him.

And almost at the same time, in the midair, the thick sky thunder fell, and landed firmly on the white light sculpture, setting off a thunderstorm barrier around it.

In the thunder light, the soul of the stone spirit is slowly merging with the stone carving, and the originally weathered stone carving gradually appeared in outline, and then became more and more clear, and it was faintly visible that it was the appearance of a handsome scholar.

After the sculpture was repaired by the thunder arc, the dazzling whiteness became stronger, enveloping Ye Fei's figure in an instant.

"His name is Wang Quan, and he is a stonemason."

In Ye Fei's sea of ​​consciousness, a soft voice sounded at this moment.

The dazzling whiteness around him gradually dissipated. From what Ye Fei could see, the sculpture in front of him, the rock mountain, had already disappeared without a trace. He was now in a small farmyard.

On the open space of the small courtyard, there are many unfinished stone sculptures piled up.

And in the middle of these stone carvings, there is a tall white rock jade. Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly. He could clearly feel the breath of the stone spirit on the jade.

"Is this your sea of ​​consciousness illusion?"

Ye Fei narrowed his eyes and whispered.

After a while, he didn't get a response, but in the house in the distance, the door to the backyard was slowly opened at this moment, and he saw a young man in green clothes, with a white jade jug pinned to his waist, and a carving knife in his hand. Step into the backyard.

The young man had a smile on his face. He seemed to be unable to see Ye Fei's figure, so he walked straight to the jade stone in the middle.

In the courtyard, Ye Fei glanced at this person, his eyes flashed, and the appearance of the previous sculpture appeared in his mind.

"It's him……"

The appearance of the young man is obviously the same as the sculpture on the mountainside of the giant spirit tribe.

In the courtyard of the house, the young man sat in front of the jade stone, took off the jug on his waist, and drank the fine wine in the jug by himself.

At this time, Ye Fei looked around, and couldn't help frowning slightly at this moment. The power of the stone spirit spirit was extremely terrifying, almost completely suppressing his power, and he was already trapped here for a while.

Shi Ling belongs to the gods of the giant spirit tribe. Although its life has come to an end, its spiritual consciousness is by no means something that Ye Fei can easily shake.

This was not done intentionally by Shi Ling, but following the restoration of the sculpture, it inadvertently drove the memory hidden in his heart, and this memory merged with Ye Fei's own consciousness inadvertently.

After thinking for a while, Ye Fei slowly raised his head, and then his eyes fell on the young man who looked like a scholar in front of him.

"Wang Shijiang, are you there?"

"The treasurer Li from the Cuiyu Building in the city wants you to carve a stone statue for you, so I will carve it in his image."

In front of the courtyard door, suddenly there was a voice.

It was the waiter from the restaurant in the city, and he was smiling loudly at the courtyard.

"Call me Wang Xiucai."

"Also, I can't carve the stone carvings of shopkeeper Li. He has a bad face, so I wasted my stone materials."

In the backyard, in front of the piece of jade, the young man thought for a while, then took a sip of the wine in the pot, and then refused.

At this time, Ye Fei in the courtyard couldn't help showing a smile on his face. His eyes fell on the stonemason in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help being a little more interested.

In front of the courtyard, the waiter in the restaurant did not leave directly after hearing the stonemason's refusal. He did not show frustration because of the refusal at this moment, but the smile on the corner of his mouth grew a little more.

"Ten ingots of gold, plus three jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

"Do you carve or not?"

Ahead, in front of the courtyard, the waiter in the restaurant smiled apologetically, and then spoke again.

After the voice fell, the courtyard fell into silence, and after a while, the voice of the stonemason came slowly.

"In three days, let Fatty Li pick up the goods in person."

When the person at the door heard the words, he nodded quickly.

"Okay, you are busy, I have something to do, so I will leave first." The waiter in the restaurant seemed to have guessed that the people in the room would agree, and after a chuckle, he turned and left.

At this moment in the backyard, the young man slowly put down the flagon in his hand, and his eyes were focused on the jade in front of him.

After only a moment, a strange scene appeared in the backyard. After a slight tremor of the strange jade in the center, several carved rough stones of extraordinary appearance appeared out of thin air on the surrounding ground.

Its shape is about the size of a human figure, and with a little modification, a lifelike stone sculpture can be carved out.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Did you hear that too?"

In the backyard, the young stonemason laughed loudly, his gaze was focused on the jade in front of him, and his opening at this moment seemed to be talking to this piece of jade.

There is a spirit in this jade, obviously it is the body of the stone spirit who got up early.

In the courtyard, after Ye Fei glanced at the young man in front of him, he then turned his head and looked around. He could see that all the stones in the backyard were obviously from Stone Spirits.

And many of them are extremely old, revealing a strong sense of time.

It can be seen from this that the piece of jade in front has stood for a long time in this small farmyard, and most of the ancestors of the young stonemasons in front also relied on stone carvings for their livelihood, so they have been passed down from generation to generation.

In the backyard, Yushi did not respond to the young mason.

The stonemason didn't care, he just chuckled, then got up, held the carving knife, and walked towards the stone beside him.

"Three jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, not bad, not bad."

"It's just that Fatty Li from the Cuiyu Building is really ugly."

The young stonemason chuckled, then slowly raised his arm, and saw that the carving knife in his hand was extremely skillful, and with his ordinary body, when he was carving the stone, there was a faint afterimage.

In less than half a moment, a human-shaped stone sculpture was completed.

The sculpture was lifelike, with a short and fat figure, a mole on the corner of the mouth, and a round belly. Just as the young stonemason said, the shopkeeper Li of the Cuiyu Building really doesn't look very good.

"It's... ugly." The young stonemason withdrew his arm, and after glancing at the stone carving, he couldn't help but complain.

In the backyard, the young mason turned his gaze away, then turned and walked to the huge jade in the courtyard.

I saw him sitting in front of the jade again, the wine pot on his waist was taken off at some point, and all eyes in those bright eyes were focused on the jade.

After a while, the young mason took a deep look at the jade, and then couldn't help but smile and said: "It is recorded in ancient books that all things in this world, as long as they have spirits, have life. You should have your own appearance."

"How about I help you carve it out?"

Before the words were finished, a bright light appeared in the young man's eyes at this moment.

He clenched the carving knife in his hand, and then slowly raised his right arm. Just as it was approaching the jade, the young man's arm suddenly stopped, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he dropped the sharp carving knife casually.

As if he didn't want to hurt the jade, he took out a paintbrush from his sleeve, and with the pen and a knife, he left marks on the jade in front of him.

With the passage of time, beads of sweat gradually formed on the forehead of the young stonemason. He was concentrating on it at the moment, and it was obvious that he had to ponder for a long time for every stroke.

And as the shadow of the human figure gradually appeared on the jade, the frequency of falling the paintbrush in the stonemason's hand became slower and slower at the same time.

Until the end, often a few days passed, the stonemason's paintbrush did not fall, most of the time he just stared blankly at the jade in front of him, sometimes with a smile on his face.

In a blink of an eye, one year, two years.

Time flies, and in Shi Ling's consciousness, Ye Fei can clearly feel the passage of time.

The sun sets, spring goes to winter, in the small farmyard, in Ye Fei's eyes, a day and night passed, representing the time of the year passing by quietly, and as time went by, he could feel that Shi Ling Consciousness is constantly weakening.

"almost."

"When its consciousness can't suppress me, I can leave this place."

In the courtyard of that house, Ye Fei felt the breath in the air around him. In the space of consciousness, it was like a dream. Time passed extremely quickly, and ten years had passed in a blink of an eye.

Ahead, the young man in the courtyard has long beards growing from the corners of his mouth.

His bright eyes felt a little more tired, and although the picture on the jade in front of him was still unfinished, the overall outline and appearance were already clearly visible.

"This stone painting..."

Behind the backyard, Ye Fei couldn't help showing curiosity on his face at this moment, and then swept his eyes towards Yushi.

It can be seen that on the jade, what is gradually forming in the stone painting is not other appearances. The outline, appearance, clothes, and demeanor are undoubtedly the appearance of the stonemason himself ten years ago.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fei couldn't help being stunned, but he quickly reacted.

Xu Shi, in the eyes of the mason, in terms of appearance, the most perfect appearance was undoubtedly himself.

The shadow on the jade, in the eyes of outsiders, may think that the mason is portraying himself, but in the heart of the mason, the shadow on the jade in front of him is exactly what he thinks the stone spirit looks like.

"In terms of face, this person... Ye Mou admires him."

In the backyard, Ye Fei couldn't help murmuring at this moment.

At the same time, in the backyard, the paintbrush in the hand of the mason fell, and cracks slowly appeared in the originally calm sky under Ye Fei's sight.

In this kind of consciousness space, time itself is meaningless. Compared with the outside world, these ten years are mostly just a few breaths in the past.

In the sky, the cracks are constantly expanding, and the stonemasons in the courtyard cannot detect it, but at this time Ye Fei is clear that Shi Ling's consciousness has been weakened to the point of catastrophe.

(End of this chapter)