The 4 thin bamboos of the emerald owl were cut into thousands of thin bamboo threads, and Gong Yaming sat in front of a low table, clumsily and randomly weaving these bamboo threads together to make an ugly little beast less than 15 centimeters in height.

"Master Lin, I'm done." He scooped the little bamboo-woven beast that looked like a fat dog and a pig in his hand, looked at the light outside the window for a while, smiled with satisfaction, stood up and walked to an old man wearing a dark robe, although his head was full of black hair, but his face was full of wrinkles, and sat down cross-legged again and said.

This is an ancient hall with a length and width of more than 100 meters, carved beams and paintings inside, in addition to Gong Yaming and the old man in the robe sitting on the high platform, there are many young men and women, sitting in front of the low table full of materials, and making all kinds of strange handicrafts with their heads down.

Hearing that already familiar voice, and the first to say the words 'I'm done', many young people raised their heads and looked at Gong Yaming and the ridiculous bamboo beast in his hand with strange expressions, this moment was their favorite entertainment in recent times.

The old man in Xuanyi took the bamboo beast handed by Gong Yaming as if he was unaware of the movement under the high platform, gently rubbed the rough surface, and said: "The skill of bamboo planing is up to 3 points; said that he wanted to be a lion beast, but his image was like a pig; The core is not placed in the right place; There is also a big deviation in the construction of meridians, but this is indeed a molded 'ink device'.

Congratulations to Gong You, you have calculated the master of the Momen Sect. ”

Listening to the words of the old man in Xuanyi, the faces of the young men and women who were watching the jokes under the high stage all changed, and the least of them had been learning to make ink for 5 years, and the longest was even thirteen or fourteen years, and the shapes of the tools they made were lifelike and they had not been able to become teachers.

How can this latecomer, who has only studied for a month or two, never cares about making utensils, and makes waste products every day, can become a craftsman in Momen with a bamboo pig, this fact is difficult to convince, if it were not for the noble status of the old man in Xuanyi. is highly respected, but I am afraid that someone will question him in person.

"Is it useful to plane bamboo, weave, place the heart core, and build meridians?" also didn't pay any attention to the movement under the high stage, Gong Yaming said with a smile: "There is such a thing as an ink weapon." In fact, it is essentially a tool for special groups of people, and the key to its functionality is the ability of the user. ”

As he spoke, an illusory black shadow suddenly appeared behind Gong Yaming, and quickly melted into the bamboo beast in the hands of the old man in Xuanyi, and in an instant, the little beast seemed to come to life and broke free from the old man's hands. Suspended in the void, it runs and jumps back and forth in a jaw-dropping way.

After a few more seconds, the bamboo beast hovered in the air, its surface slowly bulging, turning into a round bamboo ball, and then the bamboo ball gradually turned into a realistic model of a warship as if it had been molded by an invisible hand.

The young apprentices under the high stage couldn't believe their eyes at this time, and one of them blurted out in horror: "The ink melts." This ink pig can actually melt into shape.

How could it be, how could it be, him. He's only been studying for a few days, how can it be..."

"Master Lin, you see, as long as the user's ability is sufficient, even if the shape and structure of the ink made by the craftsman who makes the instrument are simpler, there is no big problem." Gong Yaming drove the bamboo battleship back to the old man in Xuanyi and said with a smile.

The old man in Xuanyi scooped up the bamboo battleship with an admiring expression, looked at it carefully and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, bow friend." The power of your ink disciple is really the magic of heaven and earth, I'm afraid that even the best ink weapon can be manipulated freely, right? He scooped the ink vessel, but praised Gong Yaming's transcendent power.

"I have already received the Ancient Ink Artifact 'Creation Mountain' from my master three years ago, and now I can already exert all my strength." Gong Yaming replied with a smile. …,

The old man in Xuanyi raised the bamboo battleship and said with a smile: "Yes, Gong Friend, you already possessed the power of a high-ranking ink disciple three years ago. Forcing the self-made Jiupin ink ware to melt can naturally be done.

However, the real users of the Jiupin ink ware are often the ink disciples who have just refined the 'craftsman technique', how can they have the strength of you, so the ink ware made by the craftsman should naturally be as regular as possible. ”

Listening to the old man Xuanyi's comment, knowing that Gong Yaming relied on the amazing power of the ink maker to make his weapon so magical, the faces of the young apprentices under the high stage slowly returned to normal and regained their ambition, but their eyes looking at Gong Yaming were already full of admiration.

"Ink ware is always an artifact that requires a talented craftsman to make, and if you tie your mind, it will only backfire, Master Lin?" Listening to the words of the old man in Xuanyi, Gong Yaming disagreed and refuted from another angle.

"What Gong You said is not bad, but the talent of my predecessors is beyond the reach of my generation, so I can only find another way." The old man in Xuanyi smiled and said softly, although his words were humble, they also had another sense of conceit and pride.

Gong Yaming was slightly stunned, and suddenly understood the old man's ambition, he was silent for a moment, and said with a soft sigh: "Turning a handicraft workshop into industrial production, no matter what the result is, the great craftsmanship is really admirable. ”

Unexpectedly, Gong Yaming actually spied out his lifelong ambition in his unintentional words, the old man in Xuanyi stared at him, and when he looked at Gong Yaming carefully, he found that his face was full of sincere admiration.

A federal explorer who was forced to join the Momen was actually his confidant, the old man in Xuanyi sighed in his heart, and stood up silently and bowed his hand, this salute was not for anything else, but for Gong Yaming's sincere admiration.

Gong Yaming smiled, stood up and saluted in an ancient manner, turned around and walked out of the hall...

The light outside the house is so light that you can't imagine being in an ancient machine that is wonderful.

The second time I came to the Mojia Mountain Gate, Gong Yaming, who had been staying for more than 80 days, built a pergola with his hands, walked through the courtyard full of wooden halls, and walked into a plain wooden house.

Lu Dada was cooking noodles in the corner of the wooden house, and when he saw Gong Yaming coming in, he was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "Yaming, why did you come back so early today?" ”

"Uncle Dada, I came back directly after I went out to learn from the Momen Craftsman today," Gong Yaming walked to Lu Dada's side and replied on the wooden chair, "When will Juzi let me leave, do you want to wait until I become a master craftsman?" ”

"After only studying for more than 80 days, you became a craftsman, you are really capable of anything," Rudada said with a somewhat surprised joke, "If you continue to practice with your heart, it is not impossible to become a master craftsman."

You know, if it weren't for the last time you used someone else's mouth to give me a warning, you let Momen get out of the way, showing Geng Geng's loyalty;

This time I returned to the mountain gate, and brought precious medicine, cured the injuries and illnesses of several elders, and showed excellent ability, how can I have the opportunity to learn to make ink tools..."

Gong Yaming pursed his lips and interjected sarcastically: "Uncle Dada, you, me, Juzi, and even the other elders know that my early warning is for your safety and brought gene therapy potions because Liang Aixuan said that you were seriously injured.

∫ son is just because I actually have the way to buy 'acquired genetic potions', and my ability is much beyond his expectations, in order to further involve me in the ink gate, this is why I learned to make ink tools.

Speaking of which, Momen's sentence 'the instrument can be discarded; Saying, death should not be taken lightly', it is just self-deception. ”

Rudada's body stiffened, he was silent for a moment, and finally sighed and whispered: "Yaming, now that the Federation is in social turmoil because of resisting the attack of the Turines, it is a good time for the Hundred Schools of Princes to take advantage of the situation. ..., although I disagree with Juzi, we are always Momen's disciples, and we know the opportunity..."

"Good opportunity, Uncle Dada, in this situation, it is forgivable to be indifferent for the sake of your own interests, but you can take the opportunity..."Gong Yaming interrupted Lu Dada's words with a strange expression, and said after careful consideration: "Forget it, no matter how much I say, you won't take it to heart." I just want to ask you, if Momen can get a natural world in the universe in the future, are you willing to abandon violent means, migrate there, and recreate the glory of the earth's original civilization? ”

Lu Dada was slightly stunned, misunderstanding the implicit meaning of Gong Yaming's words that he wanted to find a natural world for himself in his lifetime, so he was a little moved, and said with some emotion: "Find a natural world in the universe, Yaming, I think you have achieved too much in a short period of time, and you have begun to whimsical."

Besides, even if there is a natural world, I will not leave. For the hundreds of schools of thought, the earth is the foundation of our existence, and without this, how can we still claim to be the original civilization of the earth. ”

Hearing this expected answer, Gong Yaming sighed in his heart and didn't say anything more.

The noodle soup was cooked, Lu Dada served the noodles, added two more boiled eggs, and brought them to Gong Yaming, he admired the ancient simple practice of Momen, and his diet and daily life were the most simple among the elders of Momen, of course, now in the case of the extreme shortage of materials on the earth, the entire Momen had to re-prevail an ascetic atmosphere.

Gong Yaming took the bowl, picked up a braised egg and put it in the bowl of Ludada, and said, "I'll just eat one." Then he did not dislike the humble food, and devoured it in great gulps.

"Actually, Juzi's intention is very simple, as long as I am here, you will never betray Momen," looking at the disciple who was like a parent, eating noodles with a frown, Rudada sighed and said: "After a while, after serving Momen a few more times, even if you are reluctant, you will not be able to get rid of Momen again."

Speaking of which, I still bothered you, and I was..."

"Okay, Uncle Dada, how many times have I said it, don't say this kind of thing again," Gong Yaming interjected while bowing his head and eating the noodle soup: "If it weren't for you, how could I be where I am today."

Besides, I think making ink ware is also very interesting, I remember hearing you say that there is a classic book called "The True Interpretation of Ink Meaning" is very precious, since Juzi has decided to preach the 'Tao' to me, it is better for you to pass it on to me. ”

When it came to the last sentence, he didn't seem to care, but the eyes hidden in the noodle bowl revealed a strange bright look. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )