A little bit of information passed through his mind, and Yang Lin understood who he was playing now.
A paper-maker who lives at the bottom of society and relies on his superb craftsmanship to make a living, is named Zhiren Zhang.
The death of Mr. Huang was a grand occasion. These days, not only Taoist priests from Xifeng Mountain were invited, but also monks from Sheshen Temple were invited to recite sutras and pray for the old man, hoping that he would be able to ascend to the immortal world.
Of course, not only the common people don't know whether it is useful or not, they are just here to eat the flowing water mat.
Even those who accepted the big orders still don’t know whether Mr. Huang will ascend to heaven or go to hell after his death?
Because, various rumors indicate that when Mr. Huang was serving as a minister in Beijing, his children began to occupy fertile farmland and bully the countryside, causing countless families to lose their lives.
After Mr. Huang returned home from his official career, he married nineteen concubines, all of whom were daughters of good families.
Those who don't want to have their families destroyed.
It’s not like no one reported it.
The prefect's Yamen never pays attention to these matters.
They would even put the unscrupulous people who complained to jail, and soon there would be no more news.
From now on, no matter what the Huang family does, no one will discuss it.
Everyone is saying that Mr. Huang is kind-hearted and builds bridges and roads...
When he was in office, he was a rare good official. When he retired, he had a bodhisattva heart.
After he died, Paper Man Zhang wanted to set off some firecrackers to celebrate secretly, but he could only think about it in his heart.
Not only did he dare not celebrate, he even made himself a filial piety hat.
He accepted a "good job" from the Huang family and wanted to cut out a group of heavenly soldiers and future generations for Mr. Huang.
The Heavenly Soldier is easy to handle, just roughly cut out a human shape.
It's a bit difficult for Tianjiang.
Especially the leader of the Tota Heavenly General, with his majestic face and the majestic and exquisite dragon scale armor on his body, is a special test of strength.
Although the appearance of the towering general is very important, what is more important is the majesty and evil spirit. It needs to be cut out to bring out the charm, especially the painter.
For paper man Zhang, this is not difficult at all.
He knew how to do it, and Yang Lin actually learned it.
It is very simple to learn and master this little skill of burning three thousand points of martial luck.
It was easy to draw a general who commanded the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals, looked upon all the monsters in the world as nothing, and had a majestic look in his eyes.
After drawing the general, dotting his eyes, putting on armor, and putting on weapons, the image of the general on the pagoda is ready.
Next, comes the hardest part.
He also had to cut out two fairy children.
This is also what the Huang family requested. They need to cut out two lifelike boys and girls carved in pink and jade.
You need to be childish and have aura.
Cut out a temperament, and then draw a beautiful face.
The paper man Zhang used his greatest blood and passion to cut out two small paper men, and carefully nodded his eyes, even forgetting everything around him.
It was dark and light, and soon it was the next morning.
The two fairies are also cut.
She looks full of aura, naive and charming, especially her big black eyes, which makes people fall in love with her at first sight.
"Dad, are you hungry? I got steamed buns from Grandma Wang's house next door. They are delicious."
A little girl of three or four years old jumped over with a smile, followed by a little boy clumsily holding a bowl of water.
This is because I am afraid that Zhang, the paper man, will choke when eating steamed buns...
Looking at this lovely pair of little children, the paper man Zhang's heart melted.
After his wife died of illness, he raised his two children by himself without feeling tired or miserable at all.
On the contrary, I feel that no matter how much work I do, even if I am exhausted, I am still willing to do so.
It wasn't that no matchmaker came to his door. He was afraid that he would marry a mean woman who would not treat his children well, so he never thought about renewing his relationship.
The paper man Zhang devoured the cold and hard buns in three mouthfuls, feeling the warmth in his belly, and sighed with great satisfaction.
If Master Huang's business is successful, he can get two taels of silver, which is already a lot of money.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so you can consider buying a new set of clothes for your two dolls.
What other children have, his children cannot lack.
"Ah, don't move."
As soon as he put down the bowl, Paper Man Zhang was shocked.
He saw two ignorant children who were still picking up his paintbrush and drawing on the heads of the two fairy boy paper figures.
I think it was because they had watched their father paint for a long time, and subconsciously, the two of them also had the desire to paint something.
Yang Lin possessed the paper man Zhang. This time he felt like he couldn't move or control anything, just like a bystander.
Of course, you can also feel the huge panic in the paper man Zhang's heart.
The Huang family is not a generous and kind family, they are always in a hurry.
I have spent the whole night cutting out these two fairy boys. I want to see if Old Mrs. Huang will go up the mountain today and there is still time to delay.
Fortunately, the paper man Zhang was discovered not long after the child took action.
He snatched the paintbrushes from their hands.
Only the eyes of the two fairy boys were stained, with some random ink marks.
The paper man Zhang was so angry that he rushed to the top door, forced it down, and scolded him a few times. In the midst of the two children's cries, he finally couldn't bear to hit them.
After driving the two of them out and letting them go to Grandma Wang's house to play, the paper man hurriedly repaired it with pieces of white paper, yellow paper and black ink. After re-pasting, it looked a bit like After looking presentable, he took a long breath.
"Hurry up, Paper Man Zhang, it's time, are you done?"
After receiving the answer, the steward Qian with the goatee threw out a piece of broken silver and asked the servants to move the things.
I admired it while moving it.
"Yes, yes. With these heavenly soldiers and generals, fairy boys and girls accompanying him, the old man will be powerful even if he goes to heaven."
Next, Yang Lin had already guessed something.
At the same time, he also felt the bad mood in Zhiren Zhang’s heart.
He almost wanted to exit this illusion, and didn't want to see the next scene.
Unfortunately, apart from learning how to cut paper and draw faces, I didn't learn any extraordinary knowledge.
Thinking that his three thousand points of martial luck were hard-earned and that this illusion was a false scene that had happened a long time ago, he forced himself to endure it.
"Let's see, let's see what happens next?"
Although I have done some psychological construction.
Yang Lin was still overwhelmed by a feeling of sadness and pain, which almost broke through his defenses.
As expected.
The paper figures were blown by a gust of wind when Mr. Huang was buried, and the patched eyes of boys and girls were exposed, revealing the black marks of children's graffiti.
It looked like two fairy children crying.
Mr. Huang was furious and sent someone to capture a pair of paper figurines and his son and daughter, and buried them in the soil instead of the two fairy boys.
Claiming that this was a punishment for him, it was also a blessing for the Zhang family.
Isn't that just praying for blessings?
The sons and daughters have all gone to heaven, and the days of happiness for the paper figures who are struggling to survive in the mortal world are not far away.
Amidst the cheers and congratulations of the crowd, Yang Lin, in the pain of a broken heart, felt the paper figures struggling to rush forward, breaking free from the control of the Huang family's slaves, and spurting a mouthful of blood into the sky. I got my home-cut paper figurine wet.
At the same time, a dagger was stabbed into his chest, and he fell into the pit on his back.
He stared blankly at the sky, his lips pursed, unable to say a word.
There was just a hissing sound in his mouth.
Then, Yang Lin saw the strong wind rising all around him, watched the paper man open and close his eyes and die, and also saw the general paper man in the tota, suddenly transformed into flesh and blood, looking majestic.
He drew his sword in his hand and flew through the air.
Excellent swordsmanship.
kill……
More than 300 members of the Huang family, as well as hundreds of people attending the funeral in Sanyuan Town, were all killed by the golden-armored general who was changing rapidly and with thick blood lingering on his body amidst the screams of terror.
It doesn't matter if they are crying or laughing, running or hiding.
The golden-armored general laughed wildly while killing people, his voice hoarse and crazy.
But behind him, there were two fairy boys, one holding a blue flower, and the other holding a birthday peach, hehehehahaha, running and laughing, while flying back and forth like lightning.
A touch of a small hand can save a life.
The golden-armored general fought to the rising point, raised his head and howled wildly.
There was thunder and lightning in the sky, and he swung his long sword, causing the thunder to strike down.
boom……
The entire Feng Shui treasure land, with its green mountains and green waters, fell to pieces with this sword and collapsed.
All that was left was a scorched earth slope.
There is no trace of human beings anymore.
"It turns out that when emotions reach the extreme state, everything can be alive, and mortals can defy heaven."
"The paper man's great sadness and anger, combined with the paper-cutting skills he devoted his whole life, gave birth to magical skills from ordinary skills, linking the power of heaven and earth, turning the imaginary into reality, and making the false into the real.
Sure enough, he gained the strength of a heavenly general in a short period of time, and the two fairy boy paper figures also came to life. "
"At that moment, the souls injected were the paper man Zhang and his three children."
Yang Lin woke up, the light and shadow in front of his eyes changed, and he returned to Ziwei Palace. He couldn't help but cursed.
"Grass is a plant."
Learning this fantasy made me feel even worse.
Even with his current spiritual cultivation, he felt as if his chest had been stabbed by a knife and felt uncomfortable and cramping.
It took a while to calm down.
Only then did he have the intention to look at the light screen of Yan Wu Ling.
Looking at the column of secret skills, it has become: Sky Eye (Elementary) Paper Man Clone (Talented Magical Power).
"As expected, this is actually a magical power."
Yang Lin was startled at first, then overjoyed.
He thought of countless ways to use it.
If you can really make a paper man into your own clone, no matter which world you are in, your life-saving ability will be improved exponentially.
He doesn't think that any world is safe.
Nowadays, the trend that can be seen is that the world you enter is getting higher and higher, and there may be monsters and ghosts appearing.
It’s hard to hold on with martial arts alone. If you’re not careful, you may end up capsizing in the gutter if you encounter the techniques and magic to restrain yourself.
Therefore, life-saving magical powers, especially the clone technique that allows one to hide behind the scenes, are really very useful.
…
Title achievement, secret skill achieved.
Yang Lin raised his eyes to look at the world where his family had worked hard for more than ten years, with some nostalgia in his eyes.
She muttered silently, "Wanwan...Feixuan, Zhenzhen, Yuzhi...and my lovely children, I will come back."
"return."
As soon as his mind changed, a portal appeared in the garden.
As soon as the figure flashed, Yang Lin's figure disappeared.
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