Squeak...

The door was pushed open.

Alang and Gouwazi walked in.

When they saw Chen Dong unconscious on the kang, the father and son were shocked.

"Dog kid, don't bark!"

Alang seemed to know what the dog kid was going to do and shouted sternly.

Immediately, he quickly stepped forward, and after some investigation, he found that Chen Dong was just sleeping and was not seriously injured, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes fell on the wood carvings on the ground.

I squatted down, picked it up and looked at it, and my pupils suddenly shrank.

"Ba, what's wrong?"

The goat came over in panic.

"This wood carving..."

Alang wanted to speak but stopped.

He has been immersed in wood carvings for nearly twenty years. Although he cannot be said to have reached the realm of enlightenment in this regard, he is still comparable to a master.

Just carving a portrait's head, and even the contours of the facial features on the head are blurred.

But the meaning contained on it is coming to my mind.

That feeling is elusive and difficult to describe.

With a long ponytail and hair, Alang is sure to be able to carve it out if he changes it to himself.

It’s not that it can’t be so meticulous, but that kind of charm!

The long hair is as silk as silk, and the ponytail is youthful. The feeling of being vivid and flowing in front of you is as if you look at it.

This feeling alone has left countless carving masters eighteen streets!

Most of the skills can only be limited to the word "skill", and it is difficult to advance to the art!

"This wood carving is far inferior to you, Dad!"

The goat looked sideways and said.

Bang!

Alang slapped the back of the dogwazi's head: "Let you study more, you want to raise pigs, just a vague head. Your dad, I only had a few points when I started carving your mother!"

"Isn't it just a wood carving?"

Gouwazi rubbed the back of his head and said with a grievance.

"You are still young and don't understand."

Alang shook his head and looked at Chen Dong who was sleeping on the kang in depth.

"Small……"

Gouwazi looked confused and subconsciously stared at me at his lower body, shook his head secretly.

Just at this moment.

Chen Dong, who was sleeping, let out a painful moan.

Alang and Gouwazi's attention immediately moved to Chen Dong.

Chen Dong slowly opened his eyes and looked at the father and son in front of him in confusion and ignorance: "What happened?"

"Brother Ah Gou, you carved a wood carving last night and fell asleep." said Gou Wazi.

"oh?"

Chen Dong exclaimed in surprise, looked at the wood carving in Alang's hand, and smiled bitterly: "Brother Wolf, I don't know why, but I always feel like there is a barrier in my mind that prevents me from carving this wood carving, and I will not allow me to carve that girl."

"It's normal for you to lose your memory."

Alang smiled gently: "Take it slow, haste will not be achieved."

As he said that, he handed the wood carving and carving knife back to Chen Dong.

After breakfast.

Chen Dong sat on the threshold again as before.

There was no hunting outside, and there was actually very little work in the village. The old woman was making shoes in the house, while the wolf and his son were chopping firewood in the yard.

Everything is peaceful and peaceful.

Of course, this is also under the premise that wild beasts or barbarians do not break into the village.

In this extremely cruel living environment, the tranquility and peace at any moment are just surfaces.

Scroll... Scroll...

Chen Dong looked focused, his brows were furrowed, and he held the carving knife in his hand, carving bit by bit.

His movements were very slow, and every time he cut, he was particularly "light". With one cut, he could only remove a little bit of wood chips.

The little bits of wood chips accompanied him to the knife, falling to the ground like snow.

The character's facial features are still just a vague outline.

For Alang, carving personal facial features is just a matter of being able to capture it.

But for Chen Dong, it is nowhere to be achieved.

So much so that Chen Dong was quickly immersed in this kind of carving.

The wind and snow were crying around.

There was even the sound of Alang and his son chopping firewood.

But Chen Dong seemed to ignore everything.

In the world, it was like he was the only one, as well as the carving knife and wood carving in his hand.

"Babe, shouldn't Brother Dog be crazy? You wouldn't have taught him how to carve wood carvings if you had known."

Gouwazi swung an axe and split the wood in half, saying worriedly.

Alang frowned deeply and glanced at Chen Dong subconsciously: "We don't understand, don't worry, I'm relieved that he can focus on carving."

"Um?"

The dog kid looked confused.

Alang did not explain.

Compared to the scene where the barbarians entered the village at that time, Chen Dong raised his sword at them after slaughtering all the barbarians.

He was even more happy to see that Chen Dong raised his sword and competed with the wood carving.

This time I sat down for another whole day.

Even during dinner, Chen Dong frowned and thought about the wood carvings.

The three of Alang's family have long been used to Chen Dong's situation.

In fact, since Alang taught Chen Dong to carve wood, this state has long been common for Chen Dong.

...

It's late at night and people are quiet.

The cold is biting.

The sound of chanting scriptures echoes in the darkness.

A faint golden light swept out, turning into circles of ripples, sweeping across all directions.

Wherever you pass, there are vaguely visible on the ground.

But I don’t know how long it has passed, and the red blood everywhere has already condensed into blood-colored ice crystals, and the corpses have gradually been buried by the wind and snow.

It took a long time.

The chanting of scriptures came to an abrupt end.

Master Kongkong slowly put down his hands clasped, and with his eyesight, he could naturally easily see the corpses everywhere.

"Amitabha!"

Master Kongkong recited a Buddha's name sadly: "Everyone in the world is suffering. I have lived in the Hangkong Temple for a long time, but I forgot to save all living beings. It has made a huge mistake in the Huns. This time, the donor of Taoism was to ask me to find Chen Dong, and also gave me a chance to walk on earth."

Sudden.

In the distance, a pair of green eyes lit up.

At the same time, a dull, threatening beast roar came.

Master Kongkong followed and looked over, but a snow wolf was staring at him.
To be continued...