Lu Shiyi and the metal materials salvaged from the sea puddle had been relatively silent for more than ten days, but compared to Lin Jiu's boring and smooth alchemy, Lu Shiyi had not studied anything.

Changing the shape of the metal can be achieved after "assimilation", but there is still some distance from the refiner.

Narkh had heard of Narhe's death in Ontario more than once or twice, and it was almost shattered, but all that aside, Narch and Ben were geniuses, not only creating a new social system that was even more inhumane than the evil slavery, but also researching such an excellent and troublesome new metal substance.

Thinking of how these metals were "produced", Lu Shiyi's whole body was a little hairy.

However, when he thought that his sect master had avenged so many people, it seemed that it was nothing for him to use it.

In addition to the raw materials, fire is also the most important thing in alchemy.

Without Xiao Yuan by his side, Lu Shiyi originally wanted to choose one of the demon cultivators to be his fireman, but the strength of the demon cultivators was a little insufficient, and the demon cultivators cultivated themselves in the early stage, and it was okay to light a fire and cook a meal, and it really supported a day and a half, and it was basically no fun.

There was no way, Lu Shiyi set his sights on Zheng Yi, who was the dual-line spiritual root of fire and wind and was now in the foundation building period.

Zheng Yi's natal spiritual root fire lasted for half a day at a time, but unfortunately, after burning for half a day, these metal materials did not change at all, which caused Lu Shiyi and Zheng Yi, who had exhausted his spiritual power, to have a lawsuit, and there was a conversation that almost shook Lin Jiu off the broadsword.

Lin Jiu thought for a moment that he had taken the wrong CP, Zheng Yi, this child, was a little too flowery.

While silently reciting in his heart that he was definitely not a gossip, Lin Jiu quietly got off his broadsword and walked silently towards the door of the workshop, and the next conversation came into his ears.

"Besides, even if my fire can really last for a day, it's useless, and it won't last until you finish refining, you see, there is no trace of burning or change."

"Yes."

"Besides, instead of squeezing me, it's better to go to my senior sister to borrow fire, as soon as my senior sister's earth fire comes out, I don't dare to come close...... I am a fire-based spiritual root, and I can feel the spiritual power in my body being oppressed to death from afar. My fire is not effective, and my senior sister is more awesome. ”

Lu Shiyi frowned, he didn't think about this problem, the reason why he didn't implement this plan was that the sect master had been busy refining medicine to break through the third order recently. Previously, Lin Jiu held a small meeting and carefully calculated the importance of Zhuji Dan in the third-order pill. Although it can't be used in your own sect, you can go to other sects to get in touch.

He saw that the sect master was already so tired that his face was so heavy that he could almost crush people to death just by refining the medicine, and he didn't dare to trouble Lin Jiu anymore.

Second, Lu Shiyi saw that the second brother had been lustful recently because Lin Jiu was too busy. The face of dissatisfaction turned around his legs and stomach, because he was closest to Lu Shijun's cultivation level, and when he was in morning class these days, he really acted as a sandbag and was beaten.

The old man is really angry! Thinking so, Lu Shiyi grabbed his unkempt hair, which had been in an extremely dry environment for a long time, and let out a long sigh.

"Alright, my refining matter is over for the time being!"

Hearing this, Lin Jiu's gossip fire was completely extinguished, and he stretched out his hand to push open the door of the workshop, and the smoky heat inside came in, and Lu Shiyi and Zheng Yi were squatting on the ground, with sad faces one by one.

"It just so happens that I still have to learn refining tools from you, and the fire will be lent to you."

"Really? Suzerain! No, sister-in-law! ”

Lu Shiyi jumped up happily, and in order to express his excitement of finally finding a breakthrough, he simply lifted Zheng Yi next to him and turned around three times.

Zheng Yi's spiritual power was exhausted, and he was already dizzy, and he almost vomited after being tossed by Lu Shiyi.

What the hell is he in the eyes of these people?! What about the seniority of the little uncle?!

"Alright, you go back and rest."

Lin Jiu grabbed a handful of Gathering Spirit Pill from the bead space and stuffed it into Zheng Yi's hand, Zheng Yi thanked him flutteringly, and escaped out of the door again.

He was so uncomfortable that he had to look at his nephew's face to get better.

"Before that, though, follow me to solve a small problem."

"Order!"

Lu Shiyi followed Lin Jiu out of the door, and happened to see Wang Yan, a disciple who had finished collecting hay behind the small building in the camp.

"Sect Master, Captain Lu."

"Wang Yan? What is it? ”

After Wang Yan finished trying to make rune paper in a few words, Lu Shiyi naturally did not disagree, and immediately made several metal pools of large scale according to Wang Yan's requirements.

"The pool is used for pulping and scooping paper, and I brought out the mesh for hitting the smashing and the mesh for scooping paper from the sect, and now there is still a stone mill missing."

Stone mill is also called stone mill, Lin Jiu grew up in the village with his grandmother to live, is very familiar with the structure of the stone mill, carried a knife to the nearby mountains, found a suitable stone, a little hands to cut out.

Carved vertical lines on the mill, adjusted the shape of the grinding plate, and found a similar wood from Xiaoxianyuan, and then retracted the bead space and returned to the open space behind the camp.

Then, Sect Master Lin showed the disciples who were attracted by the movement downstairs the power and rich life experience of what is called the Jindan Period.

Lin Jiu filled the two large pools with water, prepared a few wooden barrels for Wang Yan, and watched Wang Yan make rune paper by making handmade paper.

Wang Yan was stared at by a group of people, and an embarrassed flush appeared on his wheat-colored face. But it can also be seen that people really have craftsmanship, and after the beginning, the people around him have become radishes, and they can't affect him anymore.

The first is milling, the dry aquatic plants are cleaned, and the water is added to the mill to make a mud. Then the crushed grass mud is knocked into a gauze bag and washed, and the water is squeezed out and then poured into the pool to make a uniform pulp.

The pulp had to be left for three hours, and Wang Yan made another pool of pulp in the middle, followed by the main event - paper scooping.

The hand should be steady and accurate, otherwise the paper produced will be uneven. The removed pulp is formed and stacked in one place, gently squeezing out the water. Then Wang Yan cleaned the walls of the camp house a little, and lined up the papers that had been squeezed with water and pasted them one by one.

"After drying, you can use it, but the color is a little gray, and the craftsmanship is far worse than my grandfather."

"My grandfather relied on this craft to support several children in the family, and the paper he made was directly supplied to the restoration of ancient books......

Wang Yan didn't react until he finished drying the last piece of paper, and the people around him were staring at him, and his face turned red again when he finally returned to normal.

"This batch will be ready for use in two days, Sect Master."

Lin Jiu looked at the light gray paper plastered all over the wall, the village where she grew up was mainly farming, and it was the first time she came into contact with the concept of "craft", watching Wang Yan busy with his work, Lin Jiu's tense thoughts were empty, and he only felt down-to-earth and cute.

From messy, inconspicuous hay to paper that can be used and written...... The wisdom of the working people is indeed infinite.