[Comprehensive] System, please don't die again

Legend has it that the five-colored divine stones left by Nu Wa to mend the sky are all in different time and space, stirring up waves that subvert the entire world. It is a flawless gem, playing in the world of mortals.

But not every five-colored divine stone that was left behind has the ability to turn the world of mortals upside down. Some of them were left behind in the turbulent world of mortals and never left a trace. , or disappear into oblivion.

The five-color god stone is called five-color, but it is a kind of unremarkable stone. Because of the feeling of frozen jade all over, it is always mistaken for ordinary jade.

This was the second time he fell asleep in the endless years, or rather, except for that awakening, he had been sleeping in the endless years.

If you were born as a human, such empty years will definitely make people collapse.

Ever since he woke up, recalling the past deep sleep, he always sighed unconsciously. This is a question that he had never thought about since he was born with wisdom until he woke up before others.

Perhaps it was because he himself was a stone, awake or asleep, it was all the same to him.

Everything seen, heard, or dreamed is nothingness.

Before that awakening, he was just an inconspicuous rock among the chaotic rocks. Even though he had some noble capital from birth, even though he had many brothers and sisters who were superior, he was just sleeping in the in their own little world.

But from the moment when a pair of rough but warm hands picked him up and brought him back, he felt that he had only changed a little bit, and then, with the continuous gentle caress of those hands, and the sharp blade cut off his body Impurities, he suddenly wanted to take a good look, open his eyes and look at the owner of those hands, instead of perceiving everything but still sleeping.

Wu Chan is a sculptor, a stone sculptor who specializes in stone materials. Although he is still an apprentice who has not been trained for a long time, he is still full of the enthusiasm he had when he was a beginner. He knows that he just lacks a chance to make a breakthrough, and he also believes that that opportunity must be It's just within reach.

Even in the era when there were gold everywhere and treasures everywhere, it was really difficult for a stone carver who had not yet graduated to find a piece of stone that suited him and was suitable for breakthrough.

Saying goodbye to the master, Wu Chan embarked on the road to find that opportunity, carefully carrying all her belongings, Wu Chan followed her heart and set foot on the direction to the East China Sea.

Perhaps, it was really Wu Chan's chance. When the dry food was exhausted and there was only a little drinking water left, Wu Chan slumped on the boulder by the side of the road a little tired. There is no human habitation, only the sun is faintly exposed in the place to go, and the road is illuminated by the setting sun.

The turbulent mood also seemed a little depressed as the water source was exhausted. If it wasn't for the belief in breakthrough that supported him all the time, Wu Chan probably would have turned back a long time ago.

Wu Chan sighed, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, and at that moment, a ray of light that was different from the afterglow of the setting sun flashed past his eyes, that light would be easily submerged in the setting sun, but as a stone carver In his heart, he kept telling Wu Chan.

Don't lose sight of this, this is what you have been looking for, and this is your opportunity to break through.

Wu Chan has always believed in himself, just as he told himself that he needs to go out to look for opportunities, he also believes that that ray of light will definitely be the opportunity for him to break through.

Pulling out his legs and chasing after the light, Wu Chan's tired body suddenly injected a new strength, which enabled him to quickly rummage through a mess of rocks.

It was a pile of rolling stones at the foot of the mountain. On the high and sloping hillside, large and small stones rolled down from time to time. The light was probably the light refracted by the rolling stones on the hillside in the setting sun. , Annihilated in the rolling stones, with the last hope that does not want to be buried, flashing light.

Jumping in front of the stone pile, ignoring whether the falling rolling stones would hurt him, Wu Chan was just focused and urgent, turning over one rolling stone after another, looking for an opportunity for him to break through.

There were too many stones, big and small piled up there, just after sweeping away one piece, more fell from above, and every stone was dull.

Wu Chan threw away the stone in his hand with some disappointment. This is a smooth piece of mottled jade, and it is also a good material for practicing hands on weekdays, but now, it can't arouse even a little joy in Wu Chan's heart.

Not it, not it.

The stones or stones were constantly chanted by Wu Chan, and then discarded aside, another small pile of stones had already been piled up beside him.

Wu Chan's already rough hands, in the process of constantly picking up and discarding, have already cut a lot of holes, and some of the stones discarded by him have been stained with traces of blood, but he doesn't feel it. , still crazily pawing at the pile of rolling stones.

He felt that he was not far away from that, but it was still below, it was still sleeping below, stubbornly refusing to reveal its true face.

Finally, a pile of stones was pulled away, and on the bare land, a piece of stone as moist and translucent as frozen jade lay there quietly, and it was already exposed. Insanely obsessed.

Wu Chan's eyes flashed light instantly, he was so emotional that even his hands were trembling, he carefully wiped off the mixed impurities of dust, mud and blood on his clothes, as gentle and gentle as touching a lover, After untold hardships, I finally found the opportunity as I wished, holding it in my hand.

A sigh-like tone came out from his chapped lips, "Finally, I finally found you."

The matter that he was most concerned about was solved, Wu Chan simply used local materials and built a simple small house, holding it day and night, even sleeping, he had to put it next to the pillow, so that when he opened his eyes, It can be seen that the water source is a small stream on the mountain, and the food is purchased in large quantities from the passing caravan. It can be said that Wu Chan just holds it and feels its edges and corners vividly. Smooth, it took nearly a month.

Then, finally one day, Wu Chan opened his backpack, took out his carving knife from it, and was ready to start.

It was originally a piece of irregularly long stone about the size of a palm. Even though it has a smooth material like frozen jade, it also has deformed edges and corners like chaotic stones. After dozens of days of playing with Wu Chan, the deformed edges and corners have disappeared. Almost wiped out.

Wu Chan held the stone in one hand and the carving knife in the other, her eyes were firm and clear, each knife was carved on the stone as easily as scratching on tofu.

If someone is here and calls to him, then you will find that Wu Chan has entered the realm of the unity of man and nature, and nothing will disturb him.

Perhaps, this multicolored divine stone is transformed into the most beautiful posture bit by bit by Wu Chan's hands from heaven, and shown to the world.

Seven days is said to be the limit for a person not to eat and drink less, but Wu Chan sat there like a stone statue without a grain of rice or a drop of water in the seven days.

The elongated stone, starting from the bottom, turns into a pair of jade-colored lotus feet little by little, then a small section of ankles that are also exposed, and above that, the hem of the fluttering jade-colored brocade jacket and jade-colored lotus feet. Satin, a jade-colored wide belt, a narrow waist that cannot be easily grasped, a broad chest wrapped in a jade-colored brocade, and a slender jade-colored neck, a flawless face carefully carved by a carving knife, and a silky hair. The fine and smooth jade-colored long hair is ethereal.

Every place is meticulous and beautiful, but Wu Chan paused, and when he finally carved the facial features with it, the sharp carving knife was hanging in front of the jade man, trembling, and refused to go down.

Wu Chan struggled to put down the carving knife, and grabbed the scalp with her hands, with such force that there were already torn strands of hair mixed between her raised fingers.

"No, no, the facial features should be, more, more, damn, what should be better?"

A head of dry and fluffy long hair was messily scattered on the shoulders, the hair visible to the naked eye had already turned white from the roots, several clothes that had not been changed day and night exuded a strange and unpleasant smell, dirty and messy, coupled with Wu Chan's madness With a form like a madman, like that crazy old man, who would believe that he is just a young man who has just passed the age of weakness.

Tripped over by the pen holder that fell on the ground, Wu Chan nervously raised her hands above her head, protecting the jade statue, and fell to the ground with five bodies thrown to the ground. Wu Chan knocked her head on the ground, touching the jade statue. , looking up at the jade statue that has not yet depicted the facial features, suddenly thought of something, let out a heart-piercing laugh.

"So it's like this, so it's like this, I know, I know." Wu Chan, who got up, shouted frantically, dancing and dancing.

Wu Chan, who had finally gone mad and calmed down his laughter, sat down again with a solemn face, picked up the knife, and when he picked up the knife again, Wu Chan's expression was pious and indifferent, like someone who just went crazy, not at all. He is the same, Wu Chan like this, even if he looks like a crazy old man, there is a sacred aura from inside.

Little by little, with the help of God, the facial features that had caused him so much entanglement were smoothly carved out from Wu Chan's knife, the dusty and elegant eyebrows, the careless and indifferent Ruifeng eyes, the erect nose wings, and the slightly pursed thin lips. lip.

Jade statue is just like its name, a jade fairy who has become a fairy, with a peaceful and indifferent expression, watching Wu Chan, the shape is perfect, but the spirit has slight flaws.

Wu Chan looked at the jade statue on the table in a daze, and when she came back to her senses, she was already holding the carving knife and touched her right middle finger, a drop of blood gushed out of the wound shallowly, Wu Chan carefully placed her finger on the forehead and eyebrows of the jade statue, and when she took it away, the jade statue already had a little cinnabar mole.

It is obviously jade, but it has absorbed Wu Chan's blood beads, as if it existed in the first place.

"The sea of ​​clouds in the east returns to the sky. Immortals haunt Kongming. Are you Kongming? So your name is Kongming!"

Wu Chan seemed to be talking to the jade statue, in an empty room, he was alone in front of the jade statue, whispering to himself.

In a trance, the jade statue seemed to move.