parentshiftbook Chapter 1062 Kneading the Clay Figure
Chapter 1062 Kneading the Clay Figure
Chapter 1062 Kneading the Clay Figure
In this way, under Yingluo's words, all the demon cultivators directly became members of the first team of the Vanguard Team of the Suppressing Demon Alliance.
Daqingshan, small courtyard.
Jiang Xiaolong was patiently digging soil with a large washbasin.
Seeing that the roots of the ancestor tree were thrown out, the World Ancestor Tree did not dare to make a sound. Recently, the owner seems to be particularly willing to harm him.
After digging a pot of soil, Jiang Xiaolong came to the river and scooped some water into it.
and slime.
Only three-year-olds play this kind of game with mud!
Shit, Nuwa made a human! It's just a clay figurine!
Don't look at the simple "eight six three" and thin mud, too much water will make it thin, and less water will make it thick.
It is difficult to get the mud just right, but it is not easy to shape it.
To be shaped into a human figure!
That...
After thinking for a while, Jiang Xiaolong lightly patted the piece of mud on his hand and first made it into a smooth rectangle.
Well, squeeze out another smooth square and put it on it as the head of the clay figurine~ "Xianren, Xianren, are you there?"
At this moment, Yingluo's voice came from outside the door.
The strength in Jiang Xiaolong's hands was useless, and he just flattened the clay figurine's head.
Jiang Xiaolong:
Forget it, let's entertain the guests first.
Yingluo hurriedly walked into the yard, carrying a small piece of paper in her hand.
Wuma Hongyu's wisp of consciousness couldn't hold on for too long. Now, it is difficult to even communicate with others normally.
After another hour and three quarters, I am afraid that the soul will be dissipated directly.
Therefore, Yingluo took him anxiously and came to Jiang Xiaolong for help.
"Why in such a hurry?"
After Jiang Xiaolong greeted Yingluo into the yard, he continued to sit on the stone platform and compete with the big pot of mud.
"Spirit, what are you doing?"
"Didn't you see it? Pinch a clay figurine.
Jiang Xiaolong pretended to be indifferent.
Bi.... at such an old age, it's a bit embarrassing to still squeeze clay figurines there. I'm a little indifferent on my side, Yingluo should be embarrassed to ridicule.
Yingluo's eyes lit up instantly, "Immortal, are you trying to make a Wuma Hongyu look?" Wuma Hongyu?
Jiang Xiaolong was stunned for a while, and then he remembered that it was the old gentleman who came to his yard to carve a stone statue for him.
It's not impossible to squeeze an old gentleman out. After all, he just asked to squeeze out a perfect clay figurine, and he didn't say what kind of image he would look like.
and many more!
When Jiang Xiaolong thought about that Wuma Hongyu, he suddenly realized that he was not good at kneading clay figurines, but his carving skills were okay!
Is it possible to take a bit of an opportunistic approach, first squeeze out a rough shape of a clay figurine, and then use the carving skills to sculpt this clay figurine into shape?
"Yingluo, you are really an ordinary little genius, let's pinch an old Mr. Wuma Hongyu!
Jiang Xiaolong did what he said, and directly squeezed the mud in hand to reshape it.
Do not strive for refinement, and strive to be firm enough to pinch the mud!
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xiaolong squeezed out a mud pillar, and on top of the mud pillar was a mud ball.
This image is really close to a perfect clay figurine!
That is, Jiang Xiaolong took out the carving knife in his hand, and then began to carve on the body of the clay figurine.
When the soil is compacted enough, its hardness is really not much worse than that of a stone, especially... Compared with the yellow stone brought by Wuma Hongyu last time~
As a result, the carving knife in Jiang Xiaolong's hand moved rapidly, and even a few fine lines were carved on the slightly aged face.
The proportions of body length and the lines of hands and feet are all fine.
With this ingenious craftsmanship, the final sculpted shape turned out to be the same as Ma Hongyu in that house.
"Look, look like?
After hearing Jiang Xiaolong's question, Yingluo glanced over.
Elephant, so similar!
Immediately, in the paper figurine in Yingluo's hand, Wuma Hongyu's soul floated over unconsciously, and plunged directly into the body of the clay figurine.
"Mr. Wuma! Wuma Hongyu!"
Yingluo held the clay figurine and kept shouting, trying to call out the soul of the other party.
Although Immortal Jiang Xiaolong kneaded clay for Wuma Hongyu to reshape his body, but his soul is so fragile right now that he can't bear the rejection reaction when he merged with his new body!
At this moment, Wuma Hongyu still needs to warm and nurture his soul, at least he has to re-warm the three souls and seven souls, so that he can enter the earth body to shape.
Now that I have entered 4.3 so rashly, I am afraid that the last remnant soul will not be able to be preserved!
As soon as Yingluo thought about it, she called out more and more eagerly, pinching the hand of the talisman, which was faintly white due to the excessive force.
Jiang Xiaolong:???
What's the matter with this girl, stupid?
Although the clay figurines are well-carved, the big and small figures are placed there, so why should they not be regarded as real people?
The left one is "Mr. Wuma" and the right one is "Wuma Hongyu", do you still expect him to respond to you?
On the clay body, immortal energy rippling, soft like a hotbed, nourishing Wuma Hongyu's soul.