Wu Meng only felt that his eyes flickered, and he found himself in a simple courtyard, the yard was about very large, and there were many stones, some of which had been polished, and some of which were still the same as they had just been picked. There were only two people in the courtyard, an old man carving stones, and a five or six-year-old child.

Wu Meng was full of suspicion, the cuizhu inkstone he was holding just now was gone, and he didn't hear the voice of Ta Ling, could it be that the trial was not over yet

Then the old man stopped what he was doing, stood up, and walked towards her.

'Hello, old man?' Wu Meng said.

But the old man, as if he hadn't heard, went straight to her. It was Wu Meng who found out that this old man seemed to be "very tall", or that she was very short!

At this time, the old man leaned down and reached out to grab Wu Meng.

'Old man, old man, what are you doing!' Wu Meng was startled and hurriedly shouted, but the old man still didn't seem to hear. took care of himself and moved up the black meng.

Yes, it's really lifting, it's like moving a stone, that's right, the old man is carrying a stone now.

'Ah——! me, I, I, I have turned into a stone!"

The old man moved the stone "Wumeng" to the child.

The little boy looked at the old man with dark eyes, "Grandpa, is this going to be a new inkstone?"

"Well, do you want to learn? Grandpa will teach you. The old man looked at the child kindly, but it made Wu Meng feel a bad premonition.

"Good!" the boy exclaimed excitedly.

"But, grandpa, why did you move this ugly stone here?" the little boy looked at the stone with a disgusted expression.

Wu Meng was immediately depressed when she heard this, although she didn't care much about her appearance, but she was called ugly by a child, and her mood was not too good. However, Wu Meng seems to have forgotten that she has now turned into a stone.

And it's the ugly stone in the stone family.

"There is a beautiful inkstone hidden in this ugly stone, and when it is chiseled, the child will be able to see it. The old man's hand caressed the stone as if there was a treasure hidden in the ugly stone.

The old man's hands were quite rough, and even the black moe who was a stone could feel the thick cocoons on it.

"Really?" Xiao Tong's eyes widened when he heard this, and he looked at the old man expectantly.

"Of course, how could Grandpa lie to you?" the old man nodded.

When Wu Meng heard this, he couldn't help but complain in his heart, the stone is still a stone, where is there an inkstone! Even if it were smashed, it would just be a pile of stone dust? How could it become an inkstone, an inkstone? No?

So, when the two iron hammers, one big and one small, "touched!" and smashed down the hand, Wu Meng only had time to scream "Ah——!". Wu Meng only felt that the flesh and blood were chiseled away by life. The unforgettable pain is comparable to the feeling of being stabbed in the heart, but being stabbed off.

I just want to be stabbed, and I don't feel any pain when I kill with a knife.

If she had known that this was the case, she would not have come to participate in any inheritance trials! This kind of powerless resistance, being put on the board, no, being chiseled with a hammer is really uncomfortable.

That's a worse experience than man-made knives and I am fish, at least people and fish can still jump twice before they die, and if they jump and hurt, they may even get a body injury to the person with the knife.

And what about her? She actually became a stone, a rough inkstone!

"Huh?" the boy was startled, raised his head and craned his neck.

"What's wrong?"

"Grandpa, I seem to hear people's voices. The boy blinked wide-eyed.

"You must have heard it wrong, who is there here?" said the old man with a smile, but there was a sense of loneliness in his voice.

"Oh. The boy scratched his head. Maybe he really misheard.

Wu Meng: Little brother, you heard me right, let me out, don't chisel, don't chisel, please......

Wu Meng was so painful that she couldn't speak, and her thoughts were a little confused, but even if she said it, no one could hear her.

"Knock, knock, knock......" This is the sound of a hammer chiseling against a stone, and Wu Meng should become numb after experiencing heart-rending pain again and again.

After Wu Meng was chiseled thousands of times, suddenly a coolness swept through her body, and her originally scarred "body" seemed to recover in an instant. However, "Boom!"

I don't know how long it took, but Na Xiaotong seemed to be a little tired. "Grandpa, I'm so tired, how long will it take?"

"It's still a long time, and a high-quality inkstone can't come out without some tempering. It's like cultivating immortals, we mortals cultivating immortals are originally against the sky, so if you want to become immortals, without experiencing the three disasters and five tribulations, and the seven hardships of life, how can you transcend the human world and ascend to the immortal realm?"

The little boy thought thoughtfully, "So, what kind of tempering does it take to make this inkstone?" looked at the old man with round eyes.

"It still needs to go through ten times of calcination, a hundred times of polishing, a carving, another ten times of calcination, five times of quenching, and finally the pattern and engraving formation is almost the same. The old man thought for a moment and said.

"Ah, how long will it take?" the boy was suddenly dejected, hanging his little head, and looking like he had nothing to love.

And when he heard the old man's words, Wu Meng only felt a thunderbolt on the sunny day, and the sky was thundering, 'Ta Ling, Ta Ling, come out for me, come out for me, I won't participate in the inheritance trial, I'm leaving, I'm leaving here-ah-'

Wu Meng only felt a burst of fire through the stone, directly burning her whole person, her whole body convulsed in pain, and then as soon as her eyes were closed, the whole person fainted.

"Wu Meng, Wu Meng?" Ta Ling's voice sounded in the courtyard, but unfortunately Wu Meng had already fainted.

No response was heard, and Taling called out again, "Wu Meng?" and still no response. Ta Ling was immediately displeased, but he was just a little outer disciple, and he dared to take Qiao like this?

After a careful sense, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the stone that had been carved out of a rough embryo under Xiao Tong's hand in disbelief. Through the stone, he could see a woman with a pale face lying inside.

His face suddenly turned cold, "Yan Lao!" The angry courtyard fluctuated slightly, as if it was about to dissipate at any time.

At this moment, a kind old man appeared in the courtyard and said into the air, "I'm coming." ”

As soon as the words fell, a fluttering young man in green clothes appeared opposite the old man, just looking at his dark face and angry eyes, it showed that he was not in a good mood.

"Old Yan, how do you explain it here!" the young man's tone was as unkind as his face.

"How to explain? What is there to explain, it's just a test of inkstone, hmph! The young people now are really getting weaker and weaker, it's just the sea of fire Busan, they can't stand it, they can't even stand it, then don't want to inherit it." Yan Lao was arrogant and said disdainfully.

"What do you mean by that?" The young man felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he separated a trace of mental probing, and his face suddenly changed greatly.