In the south, Nagada, surrounded by mountains, hides a small place called Yunyin Village, where it is like spring all year round, in the clouds and fog, and beautiful as a painting.
There is a craftsman in the village, surnamed Li and Duyun, the person is the same as the name, very stable, the craftsmanship is called a masterpiece, and he can carve the wood vividly.
The most precious thing of the old Li family is the ancestral ink bucket, which I heard is made of sacred wood, which has divine power, can ward off evil spirits, and bless the carpenter with safety.
Li Duyun is big, with a hard face, and his eyes are full of love and persistence for carpenter's work.
Usually he doesn't talk much, but as soon as he takes the ink fountain, he is connected to the aura of heaven and earth, and every knife is very accurate, revealing a domineering spirit.
His daughter-in-law, Cui Niang, is a well-known virtuous person in the village, very skillful, housework is well organized, and can also sew clothes for Lao Li, cook, and the two of them live like a fairy, and the people in the village are very envious.
One night, when the sun set, it was red, and it illuminated Yunyin Village like blood.
Lao Li was busy for a day, and was about to put the finishing touches on the wood carving, but when he touched it, the ink fountain was gone!
He was in such a hurry, his family turned upside down, but he couldn't find it.
Lao Li frowned, and muttered in his heart: "Where did my ink fountain go?"
Burglarized at home? "But think about it again, the people of Yunyin Village are simple, and they haven't lost anything in a hundred years, besides, that ink bucket may be a thing to others, but to Lao Li, it is a treasure.
was in a hurry, Cui Niang came in with hot rice, saw that Lao Li's face was wrong, and asked softly: "Lao Li, what's wrong?"
The face is so bad? Lao Li sighed and told Cui Niang about the loss of the ink fountain.
When Cui Niang heard this, she was also stunned, and hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, let's look for it again, maybe I put it in the wrong place when I cleaned it up." "But after turning it over and over, the ink fountain is still gone.
The ominous premonition in Lao Li's heart became stronger and stronger, and he remembered that his ancestors said: "If the ink fountain is lost, something must be wrong." "It's not really unlucky, is it?
As soon as it got dark, Yunyin Village was shrouded in fog, which was very mysterious.
Lao Li lay on the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew and the windows creaked, as if something was peeking outside.
Lao Li's heart tightened, he sat up suddenly, and saw a black shadow outside the window swishing past, as fast as something.
This guy was very bold, and quietly climbed out of bed, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and slowly rubbed it against the window.
Just as he was about to open the window strip to see what was going on outside, a low and strange laugh sounded in his ears, so frightened that he almost threw the stick. "Who?
Who's there? Master Twilight yelled.
The laughter suddenly stopped, replaced by a rustling sound, as if something was moving in the darkness.
Master Twilight took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and slammed the window.
In the moonlight, a little man, looking quite crazy, with two green eyes wide and round, holding his lost ink fountain in his hand! "You little ghost, what are you doing stealing my ink fountain?" Master Twilight yelled.
The little ghost smiled, and his voice was shrill and piercing: "This ink fountain is an ancient artifact, and it can help me practice evil methods, of course it must belong to me." As he spoke, the imp wanted to slip away.
How could Master Twilight let him run, he jumped out and chased after him.
The imp runs fast in the alleys of the village, but Master Twilight knows the place well and chases after him.
The battle between man and ghost was quietly staged in the dead of night.
After chasing for a while, Master Twilight finally forced the imp into the deserted graveyard behind the village.
Under the moonlight, the graves were one by one, and the yin wind blew people's hair, and the air was full of dead air.
The little ghost stopped, turned around, and smiled hideously: "Hmph, you mortal, dare to fight with me?"
I'm going to let you taste my awesomeness today! With that, he raised the ink fountain and muttered words in his mouth, and a black gas came out of the ink fountain, turned into a sharp blade, and rushed towards Master Dusk Yun.
Master Twilight was unhurried, he knew that the power of the ink fountain was much more than that, and it depended on how to use it.
He quickly pulled the knife from his waist, cut his fingers, and dripped blood onto the ink fountain.
The ink fountain immediately shone brightly, driving away all the darkness around it, and all the black blades were scattered.
When the little ghost looked at it, his face turned pale, obviously he didn't expect Master Duyun to have this trick. "You. . .
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You dare to sacrifice ink with blood, you are looking for death! The imp roared, his voice tinged with panic.
Master Dusk Yun snorted coldly, his eyes resolute, "My ink fountain is a righteous thing, how can I let you be defiled by this evil?"
Today, I'm going to use it to seal you up completely! As soon as the words fell, Master Twilight Cloud clenched the ink fountain in both hands, silently reciting the ancestral incantation, each word like a hammer striking through the air, stirring up circles of ripples.
As the spell deepened, the ink fountain grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire graveyard as if it were daytime.
When the little ghost saw it, he knew that something was wrong, and let out a scream, trying to break free, but the power in the ink fountain was too strong for it to break free at all.
Oops, that's a real annoyance.
The little ghost, when he was illuminated by the light, was as if he had been roasted, screamed, and finally turned into a puff of green smoke, and just dispersed in the night sky.
Master Twilight's brother let out a long sigh of relief, put the ink fountain away, and watched the cemetery return to calm, feeling a sense of relief in his heart, but also a little in awe of the unknown.
He understands that he can win this time, not only because of the strength of the ink fight, but also because of the insistence on justice in his heart and the protection of his family.
The next morning, as soon as the sun shone down, the villagers were stunned on the ground of Yunyin Village, and Li Duyun, a carpenter who was usually silent, actually stood at the entrance of the village and greeted everyone who passed by with a smile.
His eyes, warm and powerful, seemed to have become strong and confident overnight.
A villager asked curiously, "Master Duyun, what's wrong with you?" Master Twilight smiled slightly, and instead of answering directly, he took out the lost ink fountain from his bosom and gently touched its smooth face. This ink fountain is the treasure of our family and the patron saint of our village.
Last night, I almost lost it, but fortunately, good still triumphed over evil. When the villagers heard this, they all cast admiring eyes.
They knew that the "evil" that Master Twilight spoke of was not only the imp, but also the injustice and evil hidden in the dark corners of the world.
Master Twilight, with his courage and wisdom, brings light and hope to the village.
Since then, Master Twilight has had a higher status in the village.
Not only did he continue to use his skillful hands to make furniture and wood carvings for the villagers, but he also often taught young people to have a sense of justice and dare to take responsibility.
That ink fountain has also become a legend in Yunyin Village.
In the dead of night, the villagers could hear the melodious and firm sound of ink coming from Master Twilight's house, as if telling a story of courage, wisdom and justice.
Time flies, and Yunyin Village is still so peaceful and harmonious.
Master Twilight and his ink bucket have become the patron saints of the villagers.
Whenever this past is mentioned, some people always say with emotion: "That is really the most legendary and spectacular story of our Yunyin Village!"
Without Master Twilight and his ink bucket, how could our village be so peaceful? ”
"Master Twilight, where are you going?" Cui Niang took a look at the situation, hurriedly ran out of the kitchen, and looked at the back of her man with a worried face.
"I have to find out what's going on, this demon wind is evil, I have to find out." Master Twilight turned around, gave Cui Niang a relieved smile, and then turned around and disappeared into the vast wind and snow.
At night, the wind and snow in the forest were even more wild, as if even the sky was about to be torn apart by it.
With his familiarity with this forest, Master Twilight Cloud managed to forge a path through this snowstorm.
From time to time, the ink fountain in his hand flashed a little light, giving him directions and giving him a determined strength.
With great difficulty, Master Twilight finally found the root of the demonic wind—an ancient altar covered with snow and ice.
On the altar, a big snow demon is closing its eyes to recuperate, and the cold air around it is the demonic wind it has created.
"You wicked, dare to go wild here!" Master Twilight roared angrily, and with a wave of the ink bucket in his hand, he rushed towards the snow demon.
As soon as the snow demon opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then it turned into a gust of wind that rushed towards Master Twilight.
Master Twilight dodged the Snow Demon's attack with agility, and then swung an ink fountain and a golden light pierced the night sky, striking the Snow Demon's vital point.
The snow demon screamed in pain, and its body twisted like something.
Unrelenting, it attacked again, but each time it was skillfully defused by Master Twilight.
The battle between the two was so fierce that the whole forest trembled.
Just as they were in a difficult fight, Master Twilight suddenly remembered an ancient secret method passed down from his ancestors.
He took a deep breath and concentrated all his strength on the ink fountain, and with a sharp swing, a dazzling light streaked across the sky, enveloping the snow demon entirely.
The snow demon screamed in the light, and its body slowly melted, and finally turned into a puddle of clear water, and disappeared without a trace.
With the disappearance of the snow demon, the demon wind slowly stopped, and the forest returned to its former tranquility.
Master Twilight stood there, watching the wind and snow gradually dissipate, and his heart was full of emotion.
He knew that this battle was not only a test of his craft, but also a sharpening of his faith.
He firmly believes that as long as there is justice in his heart and he dares to take responsibility, there is nothing that he cannot overcome.
By the time Master Twilight dragged his tired body back to the village, it was dawn.
In our village, as soon as everyone heard that Master Duyun had returned safely, it was called a joy, and they all jumped out of the house, and saw him standing there in a dignified manner, as if they were happy.
I knew in my heart that it was Master Duyun who had supported our village again, so that we could still live in peace here.
Cui Niang's girl had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when she saw her house, she came back without anything, and her tears were like beads with broken threads, crackling and falling.
She rushed into Master Twilight's arms, hugging him tightly, as if she were afraid he would fly again. "It's good you're back." Cui Niang choked up, and her words were not good.
Master Duyun's hand gently patted Cui Niang's head, with a gentle smile on his face: "Don't be afraid, with me, there is nothing going on in our village." "Since then, Master Dusk Cloud's position in everyone's hearts is called a high, higher than the sky.
He is not only a carpenter with a thief, but also the patron saint of our village.
Speaking of the ink fountain, after the fight, it has also become mysterious and terrifyingly powerful.
In the dead of night, we could hear the sound of ink from Master Twilight's house, and it was melodious and firm, as if it were telling us a story of courage, wisdom, and love, which could never be finished.