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Unable to touch the jade branch, the jade craftsman closed his lips and frowned quietly, meditating quietly. His eyes were cloudy, which is common at this age, but the translucent pupils reflected an unusual light.

With a look, a line, the newborn spirit wanders with the jade craftsman's soul, and outlines the shape of the hairpin strokes in the jade branch.

The heavy heart of the craftsman was conveyed to Yang Ping'an, like a heavy stone on his hands, holding a section of the craftsman's years and painstaking efforts in his hands, which will eventually be destroyed in his hands and replaced with a new look.

The jade craftsman didn't know if he could do well enough, so he sighed a long time: "The painstaking efforts of the predecessors, the heart of the present, I hope I can be worthy."

The jade craftsman walked out of the house and sat in front of the courtyard watching the clouds gather and disperse in the sky. This cloud is the face of God. Living under this sky, everyone wants to look good every day. Beautiful clouds are auspicious. The jade craftsman has carved many There are objects decorated with auspicious clouds, and now I feel that I should be more ingenious.

At night, when the Big Dipper came out, Jade Carpenter raised his head and thought to himself what kind of child is that child?

The Heavenly Master loves him so much, what a precious, kind, talented and intelligent child he must be.

In the mind of the jade craftsman, a boy carved in powder and jade appeared, with clear and bright eyes shining like stars, with a well-mannered manner and polite advances and retreats. Although he is young, he has an outstanding demeanor.

Should be such a child.

It is worthy of all the good gifts and expectations of the elders.

On the fifth day, Yang Ping'an saw a vague shape appearing in the jade branch. The white jade hairpin had already formed in the craftsman's mind. The craftsman looked at the jade branch and saw the hairpin he wanted in this section of jade branch.

But he still hesitated.

Yang Pingan waited silently, wondering when he would make up his mind to carve.

Anyway, Yang Pingan knows that he has succeeded. Although the final shape of the jade hairpin is simple and simple, it is not inferior to this jade branch.

It started to rain outside the window, and at night there was thunder rolling, Yang Pingan felt a little uneasy looking out of the window, not knowing what emotion was transmitted to his heart.

The jade craftsman was still looking at the jade branches under the lamp, when suddenly lightning flashed by, illuminating the sky and the earth, followed by a thunderbolt.

Yang Pingan suddenly felt that the jade craftsman in the room did not exist anymore, as if it was empty. Looking back, the jade craftsman sat on the rush mat like a shell, with only a little light in his eyes.

Broken, what happened to this jade craftsman?Is something wrong?

Yang Pingan didn't expect such a thing to happen at this time, and saw the jade craftsman stand up, fetch a set of tools and put them on the desk, and took out the jade branch from the box.

Still carving in this situation?

Yang Pingan saw that a clear and complete image of the jade hairpin appeared in the jade branch, and it seemed that the jade craftsman had figured it out.

The jade craftsman stared straight at the jade in his hand, and under the bright candlelight, he moved his fingers and wrists slightly, as if they had become one with the jade.

The jade craftsman carved all night, but the first ray of sunlight in the morning dispelled the darkness. The jade craftsman held the hairpin in both hands, carefully put it into the box, got up and collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

When the sky was completely bright, the disciples rushed in: "Master, the Heavenly Master has come to fetch the jade hairpin. Have you finished carving it?"

The jade craftsman fell asleep on his side, and the disciple saw the jade hairpin in the box on the table at a glance, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed, "Oh, this is amazing."

The hairpin said it was all right, and the celestial master came as soon as he said it.

"Master? Master?" the disciple called twice, but the jade craftsman didn't wake up, so the disciple had to take the box out first.

"Tianshi! My master stayed up all night last night. I couldn't wake him up. Please don't blame him." The disciples offered the box, and the jade hairpin lay quietly in it.

Yang Pingan looked at the person in front of him. He was wearing a white Taoist robe, plain white, and his hair was neatly tied with a wooden hairpin. He was a young man.

Being so young can become a master, Yang Ping'an originally thought of the image of the middle-aged and elderly people.

The celestial master raised his head slightly sideways, looking at the dark clouds gathered on the top of the sky, and turned around when he heard the disciple's words, looked over with a pair of dust-free eyes, and took the box with his white and slender hands.

He looked down at the box, and Yang Ping'an found that he was extremely fair, with light blue blood vessels faintly visible under his skin, and his eyelashes were black and long when he lowered his eyes.

He looked at the jade hairpin for a while, then raised his eyes to look at his disciples: "Your master's soul has fallen into this jade hairpin. If I leave, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to wake up again."

The disciples turned pale with shock: "Is what the Heavenly Master said really true? So what should we do?"

"Lead me to see your master, I naturally have a way."

The disciple led the celestial master inside and arrived at the jade craftsman's room.

The Heavenly Master inspected the jade craftsman on the bed, and said softly, "Is the jade craftsman here?"

The jade craftsman on the bed closed his eyes and murmured in his sleep: "In..."

"Is there anyone in the world who cares about?"

"Have……"

"Since the person who cares about it doesn't want to give up the world, why should he only care about this thing outside his body!"

Tianshi's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder, and Yang Ping'an felt his soul tremble when he heard it.

The jade worker on the bed trembled violently, and a wisp of white air came out of the jade hairpin and floated into the jade worker's nose. The jade worker immediately opened his eyes, seeing what happened before him before he woke up.

"That's all right." Tianshi said to the people beside him, then turned and left.

Yang Ping'an looked down at the jade hairpin held in his hand, and basically had no idea in his mind. He could at most help the hairpin spirit to answer his doubts this trip. He probably couldn't find any clues about their family, so he just treated it as a scene. Let's watch the movie.

Yang Pingan left with the celestial master. The celestial master had the kung fu to shrink the ground into an inch, and walked to a mountain in a blink of an eye.

The miasma in the mountains filled the air, and when the celestial master walked in, the gray miasma automatically dissipated to both sides.

He heard someone laughing in the mist, and when the mist came out, Yang Ping'an saw that there was a courtyard with pavilions and pavilions in the mountain. Playing and laughing in the stone yard.

When the two saw the Heavenly Master coming, they saluted neatly: "Master."

A boy was sitting on the railing of the yard with a gloomy expression on his face. When he saw the Celestial Master coming back, he immediately jumped off the railing and jumped into the arms of the Celestial Master with a happy smile: "Master!"

"Master, where did you go this early in the morning? Why didn't you take me with you?"

The appearance of a boy carved in pink and jade, his dark eyes glowing with water, a child of water and spirit, the word "beauty" does not distinguish gender, obviously this is a beauty embryo.

The little apprentice, Yang Pingan thinks he should be the little apprentice, but it is not the same as the jade craftsman imagined, his appearance is better than the jade craftsman imagined, but his personality is obviously not as perfect as the jade craftsman imagined.

The Celestial Master's attitude is obviously a little cold: "Mingshan."

It turned out to be Mingshan, and Yang Pingan hurriedly wrote it down. This was the first name that appeared here in the story.

Ming Shan slightly flattened his small mouth, took a step back and let go of Tian Shi's leg, and saluted: "Master."

"Come with me." Tianshi turned around and walked inside, the innocence and loveliness on Ming Shan's face disappeared immediately, and he glanced at the young man beside him with hatred, he was also a wicked boy carved with jade.

Mingshan hurriedly followed Master's footsteps and walked inward.

In the house, Tianshi sat down, opened the box and put it on the table, Mingshan followed softly, like a little beast, knelt down by the table with a look of grievance on his face: "Master, I really didn't lie Yuan Qiande."

Another name appeared, Yuan Qiande, quickly write it down, Yang Pingan looked at Mingshan, and felt that this little thing should be very bad, even his innocent eyes were shining with evil intentions.

The celestial master didn't speak, but looked at the hairpin in the box, Mingshan's eyes were also attracted, his gradually widening eyes and secretly pursed smile were full of anticipation.

"Master, which brother is this for?"

"Mingshan, this jade has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind, and it is for you."

The smile on Ming Shan's face suddenly disappeared, Yang Pingan thought it was a bit strange what the teacher said, a good gift, just faintly said the taste of slap in the face, whoever has poor character needs it.

However, Mingshan was only disappointed for a moment. Thinking that Master gave it to him, he immediately became happy: "Thank you, Master!"

"I made an agreement with Yuling with a curse. If the wearer lies, the jade hairpin will be cut off."

Ming Shan stared at the Celestial Master with wide eyes, very dissatisfied: "Master! I didn't lie, why do you only believe in Yuan Qiande and not me?!"

The celestial master looked at the child in front of him, his eyes were full of disappointment: "Speaking false words is because of a wrong heart, deliberately hiding it, using words to cover up, what's more, swearing, turning black and white, this is the root of disaster, it does not harm others, only Bad self-will." The tone is not serious, but the words are very serious.

Mingshan looked longingly at the jade hairpin in the box, and gave up his defense: "Got it."

Tianshi also lost more patience: "Take it and wear it."

Mingshan walked out with the box in his hands, looked down at Yuhan and was excited. This was the first time he received a gift from his master, and all his brothers didn't have it, only he had it.

He walked out with light steps, changing from doughnuts to cotton.

"Mingshan." Tianshi suddenly stopped him.

"What else is there, Master?" Ming Shan turned around.

"You really didn't lie?"

Ming Shan was stunned, looked down at the jade hairpin in the box, pursed his lips and bowed to salute: "Disciple will leave."

Tianshi shook his head, not disappointed, but helpless.

Mingshan got the jade hairpin very precious, and got up to comb his hair just after dawn in the morning. Xiaotuanzi sat seriously in front of the mirror, combed the hair bun meticulously and neatly with short fingers, then put the jade hairpin on the hair bun, and looked up all day long. Head down, like a proud little tiger.

I don't know how many springs and autumns in a blink of an eye, Yang Ping'an saw that Xiaotuanzi in front of him turned into a slender and beautiful boy, he grew extremely fast, no matter how much a child of this age eats, he is skinny, and he is as thin as a newborn. Flowers, more bone-like beauty,

There are thousands of faces for laughing and cursing, sometimes pure and innocent, sometimes gloomy and irritable.

Innocence and innocence are for the celestial master, and gloomy and irascible are for the brothers and sisters.

Yang Pingan felt that what he was reading should be a fairy tale, because Mingshan had grown up, but Tianshi had not aged at all, and was still the same as the beginning.

One day, Tianshi came back with a baby boy in his arms and fell asleep in the swaddle. Tianshi said: "His name is Feng Guixue, and he entered my Taoist door today. He is your sixth junior brother."

Mingshan looked at Tianshi from below, his eyes gradually turned to the baby boy in his arms, full of jealousy.

Yang Ping'an knew what he was jealous of. The celestial master's surname was Li, and everyone called him Li Tianshi. Li Tianshi had many apprentices, but they were divided into two schools, one was Taoist, who followed him to learn Taoism, and the other was ordinary, mainly Reading and writing teach a skill of eating.

There is no distinction among masters which one is more noble, but in fact, the Daoist sect has more status, and everyone also tacitly agrees that the Daoist sect is handed down personally, and the mortal sect is just a favor.

And Mingshan is a young disciple of the Mortal Sect. He wants to enter the Dao Sect, but Li Tianshi has no intention of letting him enter the Dao Sect, but before that, he can comfort himself at least, he was raised by the master, and he is the only one raised by the master. Great apprentice.

But now Feng Guixue appeared.

The more shocking news is yet to come, Li Tianshi wants to adopt Feng Guixue as his adopted son.

Yang Pingan just watched silently, not believing that the bad boy Ming Shan would not go crazy.