Millennial pine bituminous coal is not only oily, but more importantly, it is as smooth as grease, perhaps it is this slippery that makes the glue not stick to the coal.

What to do? For a moment, the entire ink shop was silent, and this situation had never been encountered before.

And at this moment, the old shopkeeper Li suddenly took a knife on the table on the side, and slashed it on his arm vigorously, and the blood immediately gushed out, and the gurgling blood blended with the thousand-year-old pine bituminous coal and the clear glue.

Old Shopkeeper Li's move frightened everyone.

"Grandpa......"

"Old Shopkeeper ......"

Old Li's shopkeeper's movements were too fast, and Zhen Niang and the others were unguarded, so they didn't have time to stop it at all.

At this time, the old shopkeeper Li ignored them, and the blood on his arm gushed out, staining the bituminous coal, and the red blood melted into the bituminous coal, and was absorbed by the bituminous coal, and then all infected by the ink, only revealing a dark red luster like purple jade.

"Grandpa." Zhen Niang said anxiously and loudly, wanting to stop her grandfather. was pushed away by the old shopkeeper Li, but at the same time as he pushed away Zhenniang, the whole person of the old shopkeeper Li also shriveled to the ground.

The essence of the body has come to an end, and the blood is the essence of the essence, and after the blood is shed, the old shopkeeper only feels dizzy, he knows that he can't support it.

"Quick, help my grandfather out, please ask the doctor to yeye." Zhenniang helped her grandfather up vigorously, almost with a crying voice. Fortunately, she had been worried about her grandfather's body before, so she invited a doctor to come and wait early in the morning for ink making this time. What is guarded against is the accident.

It's just that before, she didn't expect this to happen.

"If I don't go, I can't go anywhere at this time. I'll have to watch. Ink is not made. I don't want to leave a step, Zhen Niang, you come and Mo. The old shopkeeper Li said indiscriminately, but his voice was very erratic, and it almost dispersed as soon as he spoke, and the old man was already quite weak.

"Grandpa." Zhenniang was unwilling to scream. Luo Wenqian, who was on the side, waved his hand directly and asked the guy to invite the doctor here.

At this time, it was impossible to let Shopkeeper Li leave the ink shop. Then Luo Wenqian helped Zhen Niang to help the old shopkeeper Li sit down on the chair on the side.

The doctor soon came and took the pulse of the old shopkeeper Li, but then shook his head. Sighing and said to Zhen Niang: "If the old shopkeeper has any wishes, try to fulfill them for him." ”

Hearing what he said, Zhen Niang's brain exploded, can't grandpa resist this time?

Old Shopkeeper Li naturally knew his own situation, and this time he had come to an end, so he sighed deeply: "Zhenniang, don't be a child, this is the pursuit of grandpa's life." Hurry up and ink, at this time, this breath can't be diarrhean. "When it comes to this breath, I can't let out my breath. The old shopkeeper deliberately accentuated his voice, but no matter how heavy it was. His voice was still weak and erratic.

"There are rumors in ancient times, with blood as a guide, the achievement of ink soul, Zhen Niang, and ink, this will be the ink soul of the old shopkeeper." At this time, Luo Wenqian on the side also said a little hoarsely.

At this time, anyone can see that the body of the old shopkeeper Li has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, and he is now hanging in one breath, wanting to watch Hemo succeed.

Listening to Luo Wenqian's words, Zhenniang's eyes were red, what ancient rumors? What is led by blood? That's all superstition, it is rumored that the Mo Evil Sword is made of human blood, is it necessary to make ink like this?

In Zhenniang's opinion, this is absolutely nonsense, but she also knows that human blood is also a medicine, and it has a condensing effect in ink making.

At this time, Zhen Niang looked at the grandfather who was sitting upright, and the old shopkeeper Li had a serious face, staring straight at the ink group. It seems that in his heaven and earth, there is only that blood-stained ink ball.

At this time, including Luo Wenqian, Cheng Youyue and others, they all looked serious, no, not only serious, but also with a kind of piety, and their expressions were like believers.

"Kazumo!!" Everyone said in unison. The voice echoed throughout the Ink Workshop.

"And ink." At this time, Zhenniang has already put aside all distractions, and Mo, completely grandpa's wishes.

And it is worthy of a thousand years of bituminous coal, it is really evil, at this time, the original bituminous coal and ink glue, under the traction of blood, almost became positive and negative, with the stirring of Zhen Niang, bituminous coal and glue like water milk? The blend is generally blended together, and then it is the two, three, four and even six.

After Liuhe, the whole piece of ink becomes as clear and deep as ink jade, just like a naturally formed black hole in the universe, at this time, there is no bituminous coal, no glue, no blood, this is already a ball of jade, dark and deep ink, and then, it is a thousand hammers.

And just when Liuhe was completed, the old shopkeeper Li's eyes that had been staring at the ink group slowly closed.

"Grandpa!!" Zhenniang's tears welled up.

On the other hand, Cheng took the ink ball with a serious face and put it into the stone scoop, and the stone pestle slammed it, and the sound of the dong knocked straight to the heart.

The old shopkeeper was still sitting quietly, and although his eyes were closed, everyone believed that his soul was still in the sky above the ink shop, looking at Zuihou's Mo Cheng.

At this time, I don't know when we started singing, the sound was not loud, but it came together to reach the hearts of the people, and the sound of pounding ink was mixed in, like the music of life.

Zhen Niang never knew that ink making could be like this, at this time, it is no longer a skill, it is a kind of Tao, a kind of life.

A section of pine wood from the deep mountains, burned by fire, becomes wisps of green smoke, leaving dust-like bituminous coal, this is a nascent process, and bituminous coal through the fusion of glue, the final forming, this is a process of absorption and accommodation, and then after thousands of hammers and pestles, finally glow with a restrained and profound look, this is a process of training, polishing, and suffering.

The edge of the sword comes out of the grinding gravel, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the cold in ancient times

zuihou becomes a word, and it will be passed down through the ages.

And this Mo has also witnessed his grandfather's life. Since childhood, he learned ink, absorbed and integrated various ink-making knowledge, and finally became Li Mo's best ink-maker, but an accident twenty years ago, grandpa left ink-making, but although grandpa left ink-making, but that heart never left for a moment.

Twenty years of painstaking research, twenty years of mental grinding, and twenty years of incubation have now achieved positive results.

Grandpa, you live up to this life.

In the ink shop, the knocking continued.

Outside, the Sanskrit singing is still the same.

…………

Jiajing believes in Buddhism, but today's Li Guifei believes in Buddhism.

And after Princess Ning'an got the set of dragon elephant ink made by Zhen Niang, she dedicated the ink to Concubine Li Guifei, and because the ink commemorated the matter of Master Buddha Hui's cultivation of the Buddha's bone mound, after Zuihou met in a palace, Li Guifei rewarded the ink to Master Buddha Hui.

Now the dragon elephant ink has become the treasure of Yunqi Temple.

And this time, Master Buddha Hui came to Huizhou in order to invite the Li family to make a batch of Buddha ink. But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he arrived at Li's house, he saw a green smoke rushing out of Li's ink shop, of course, this green smoke is invisible and traceless, and the eyes can't see it, but the heart can feel it, the green smoke reaches the sky, and it is upright and persistent.

For the Buddha, all things in the world go to the same place on different paths, the Buddha has achieved success, and he has obtained the Buddha's bones, but in front of him, the Li family has pursued all his life, but he has obtained a piece of green smoke and a piece of ink soul.

So, Master Buddha Hui stood at the door of Li's ink shop with a few apprentices and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

At this time, Mrs. Li also had tears in her eyes, the Li family lost too much for making ink, but also gained a lot, which is a kind of brilliance of life.

Those who go are gone, and those who remain will continue on this road, because of one word, no regrets!!

And as the Sanskrit chanting continued, the workers of the ink workshop all gathered around and gathered around the outside of the ink workshop. First one person tentatively asked what was going on, and then gradually, a message passed through the crowd, and all of them had red eyes.

"The old shopkeeper has gone all the way!!!"

"What's wrong?" Finally, some people passing by Li Jiamofang saw this situation and asked suspiciously.

Subsequently, everyone knew that the eighth master of the Li family was gone.

The eighth master of the Li family, gone!!!!

And Li Mo is once again a great success. Like black jade, with the brilliance of purple jade, and the Great Wall ink line pattern is painted with gold, plus thousands of miles of mountains, the whole collection of ink is like a golden dragon soaring in the deep and dark universe.

Dragon Nine Days!!

And just as the ink was formed, the rolling black clouds in the sky dispersed, and a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, enveloping the sky above Li's ink workshop, and it did not disperse for a long time.

"Wife, you wife, you said that after this ink, you will never touch the ink again, sure enough, you did it, you kept your word!! Wife!!! ”

The Li family has eight rooms, and the Wu family is in the courtyard to grab the sky.

………………

Seven days of silence, the old shopkeeper Li went up the mountain, the wind was very strong that day, Zhenniang and Luo Wenqian together, standing side by side in front of the tomb of the old shopkeeper Li.

"Brother Luo, our wedding date is going to be postponed." Zhenniang squatted down, lowered her head and pulled out two weeds, and on the side, a small pine stood tall in the wind.

In a few hundred years, in the next generation, this tree will also be able to compose a piece of ink soul.

Grandpa died, and Zhenniang had to keep the system for a year.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you." Luo Wenqian said calmly.

"Brother Luo, I'm going to Nanjing the day after tomorrow." When she said this, Zhenniang gritted her teeth, if it wasn't for this fight, her grandfather would not have left so early.

"You're going to win." Luo Wenqian swept away the laziness of the past, and said with a smile in his eyes, with a sense of conviction in it.

Zhenniang looked at Luo Wenqian, once Luo Dashao was a high-spirited person, and the tribulations of the Luo family were like a pestle grinding him, now, he is peaceful, calm, and restrained, at this moment, Zhenniang's heart is peaceful, she gently put her head on Luo Wenqian's shoulder, and her tears wet Luo Wenqian's green shirt.

Nanjing, I'm coming again, fighting ink, I will win!!

…………………… (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to the small fish bubble 0o, the pink ticket of the blue sky and white cloud yo-yo, xiexie support!!!