It was muddy, and finally in the morning, the time-sharing light was turned on at the right time, and this craftsman, which had been praised by Youfang before, now seemed so annoying.

One night later, the burden of the sect master increased tenfold, and the mood of the party was self-evident. He dragged his unusually heavy steps and came to the study in a trance, and sat down as usual before the book was taken out. It's just that today's body seems to have no backbone, paralyzed and weak, relying on the support of the back of the chair, and exhaling long breaths from time to time, anyone who looks at it knows that he has something on his mind.

Since last night, he has been thinking about a question, why the master and himself have not revealed a little information about the Mo clan in the more than ten years that he has lived in Lan Town, and he has not even shown the most basic craftsmanship, but he entrusted everything to himself when he left. He knew that the master must have a last resort, otherwise how could a genius craftsman of the Mo clan waste a life of only coarse tea and light food in Lanzhen, and he was willing to be an ordinary school teacher. But he was afraid, afraid of disappointing the Master's expectations. From the moment he became the sect master, he hoped that he would do better, hoping that the master would come back in the future and see that his student Yan Youfang had lived up to his old man's trust. But he himself knows that he can be said to have no talent at all when he has been hovering in the production of first- and second-grade craftsmen for three years, how can he bear such a heavy trust.

There are still many things that have not been figured out, but time has passed quietly.

The time-sharing light was getting brighter and brighter, and Youfang still maintained that slumped sitting position, and he didn't want to get up at all.

Hei Kun didn't know when he appeared behind Youfang, and saw that he had something on his mind, so he didn't make a sound and kept standing quietly.

When Youfang got up, Hei Kun asked, "Have you figured it out?"

"The students are stupid and haven't figured it out yet. Youfang replied respectfully. In fact, when Hei Kun first entered the study, he noticed it, but he was not afraid of Hei Kun's reproach at all, because Hei Kun had his own principles - Mo Ren. As long as he doesn't go against Mo Ren, Hei Kun won't interfere. In order to solve the doubts in his heart, Youfang asked: "The student has something to understand, please also ask Hei Kunming to say." ”

Hei Kun pondered for a moment and said, "What can be said now, I will say, what you should know in the future, you will definitely know." ”

Youfang knew Hei Kun's style of acting, and asked hopelessly: "The student's qualifications are mediocre, and after three years of hard study, he will be able to make second-grade craftsmen, why does Hei Kun think that the student can earn 300 million first-class crystals a day after half a year." ”

"Mediocre qualifications? Hei Kun's face was expressionless, and he pointed to the time-sharing lamp and said, "You should see it better than me." ”

Heikun knows!

Although Youfang didn't speak, his stunned expression already said it all, and he couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"Talent!"

......

The words spoken by Papet, who can't lie, are like the pollen of the demon king's flower, which makes Youfang's whole person suddenly become energetic.

He kept looking up at the gradually brightening time-sharing lights.

His mind was not in the study at all, all he thought about was when he would be able to go to the refining room.

Hei Kun on the side saw it in his eyes and said: "The Mo clan has been in the ink clan for ten thousand years, and there are only two people who have the best craftsmanship, the ink master is one, and the strict cultivation is two, do you know why?"

From ancient times to the present, there has only been one master craftsman in the world, is it true that the master is too?

Youfang subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"The Spirit is holy to the Most Spiritual Spirit. People don't learn, they don't think quietly, what is holy? ”

Hei Kun's words were like a wake-up call, making Youfang realize that his mentality had changed a lot just now.

After carefully recalling it, Youfang took a deep breath, moved his mind, and let the "Book of Virtues" he had read earlier come to him.

He straightened his spine, sat squarely, opened the Book of Virtues, and looked at it from the beginning.

......

The time-sharing lights gradually turned to their brightest, and it was noon.

Youfang closed the "Book of Virtues", but felt that the meaning was still unfinished.

He stretched out comfortably, only to feel extremely comfortable, and the thought of going to the refining room later, there was a kind of impatient desire in his heart. Hei Kun's earlier words made him know that craftsmanship is like reading, and he needs to calm down and practice kung fu, but he knows that he doesn't have that kind of concentration, and there is still a big gap between him and the existence of the ink master, but he feels extremely happy, because the master is the same person as the ink master.

Although Youfang didn't sleep all night last night, thinking of the talent that Hei Kun said, he couldn't help but be eager to try, and on the way to the refining room, his steps were getting faster and faster. He wished that he could fly all the way over like Hei Kun, so that he could have more time to memorize those materials.

Soon, Youfang came to the door of the refining room.

Pushing the door in, he impatiently touched the stone statue, and just like last time, the material immediately came into view.

On the way here, Youfang has been thinking about how to quickly memorize these materials.

He thought of all the possibilities. For example, if you use color to classify, you can feel that it is easy to confuse and give up decisively. Another example is the applicable traits, which are distinguished and classified by different grades, and then summarized, but these are touched one by one, and I don't know how much time it will take.

After much deliberation, Youfang decided to give it a try with talent.

Different from ordinary materials, the materials used as craftsmen must have their own special works, and in Youfang's view, these materials all shimmer with different points of light. As long as you remember these points of light, you will also remember these materials. As Hei Kun said, this is talent.

Although this is just a guess, it is the style to do it when you think of it.

Youfang randomly selected a blue stone from a wide range of materials. In his eyes, the stone was surrounded by points of light that were completely different from its surface color, and unlike its own blue, the points of light showed a faint gold.

Before today, he had never tried to look closely at these points of light.

He sank down and watched intently, but whenever he felt the slightest hint of an eyebrow, an unusual longing rose in his heart, a desire to possess them, like the feeling of seeing the candle flame when he woke up in the inner chamber of the cemetery.

This sense of disparity, which obviously seized the opportunity, but quickly lost it, makes people inevitably anxious. He tried to reach out and touch these small golden points of light, but before he could get closer, he saw that these small points of light quickly sank into the stones, and after many repeated attempts, he was full of anxiety.

After another failure, Youfang sighed helplessly, looked up at the time-sharing light, which was about to go out, and thought that he had nothing to gain today, so he decided to seize the time to memorize.

Wherever you fall, you get up from there, and you can start with the blue stone and carry it on your back.

As soon as the palm of his hand touched, a full of information jumped out: "Lei Sand Crystal, produced in the south of Iwakuni, has a loose texture, and is suitable for offensive craftsmen under the sixth grade......"

I memorized it twice in my heart, and I felt that I had almost memorized it, but Youfang suddenly remembered where he seemed to have seen this material, and recalled it carefully, remembering that Zichuan Jing and it were compatible, so he found Zichuan Jing again and observed it carefully.

You can see that the light spots of the Zichuan crystal show a brown color, surrounding the Zichuan crystal. I don't know if it was due to the long-term contact during yesterday's memory, or because the memory of the first contact with Zichuan Jing was relatively deep, he only felt that a special feeling came from the light point of Zichuan Jing. But when I tasted it carefully, I felt that it was an illusion.

Puzzled, he decided to put it down for the time being, and was about to start memorizing the other materials, but the time-sharing lamp became dull at this moment, and the stone statue also dimmed.

When he came outside, Youfang was still thinking about the previous question, what was that thing, he knew that if he could really figure it out, maybe he would be able to get twice the result with half the effort when memorizing these materials, and maybe the craftsman's journey would be further in the future. But this last point, he always couldn't figure it out.

As I walked, I passed by the secret room with the green pool, found the door open, and caught a glimpse of the little guy floating in the green pool, as if asleep. Thinking of the refreshing feeling yesterday, I can't help but want to feel it again, but the little guy is in it.

After a long time, I decided to leave, but when I wanted to leave, I found that I couldn't take a step.

It was that familiar feeling again, and there was a way to know that the little one was wrapped around his leg again.

You Fang didn't know how Hei Kun would feel when he saw this scene, but he knew that he couldn't let Hei Kun see it, although it was the little guy who took the initiative to pester, but he still understood the truth that the "elders" were always reasonable.

Youfang took out the chicken leg and threw it into the pool.

Almost at the moment of throwing, Youfang immediately pulled out his legs and ran. He knew that the little one was insatiable, and there was no reason to eat only one chicken leg, and he only wanted it to drink the pool of green water when it was finished. After all, it was Lord Longzu, and he couldn't afford to be provoked by a little Yan Youfang.

I didn't run a few steps, and I suddenly fell, and it was still that familiar feeling......

Youfang sat up with difficulty, and when he was about to throw the chicken leg again, Hei Kun's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Lord Longzu helped the ink master suppress Heishi back then, but his strength was damaged, and his mind was not as good as before. ”

Youfang guessed that there was a special connection between them when he saw the little guy get into the black pen earlier, and after yesterday, he knew that the black pen was the black stone from Hei Kun's words, but he didn't expect that there was such a story in it, although he didn't know why Hei Kun was relieved to hand over the black pen to himself for safekeeping, but after today, he vaguely guessed that it might be related to his talent.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if Lord Long Zu regained his strength back then?" Hei Kun suddenly asked.

You know that today's Xuanshi has the legend of four kings and one emperor, and there are nine rooms in the academy below, and the eight merchants of the flower country are all top forces, thinking that the legend of the Mo clan at its peak is definitely not as good, but compared to these top clans, it should be the same level, and the concept that defines these levels is combat power, at least the nine grades must be on the top, so he asked confidently: "The top of the nine grades?"

"Lonely!" Hei Kun said almost humming, thinking that Youfang might be young and ignorant, so he continued: "Study Xuanlu, copy it once tomorrow." ”

"Why?"

"Ten times, then!"