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It was the first time to look at the statue at such a close distance, and Mo Lin's heart was pounding, very nervous. He bypassed the peasant hero Lie Mountain, drilled under the sword of the Taoist hero Li Er, and stepped on the giant axe of the soldier hero Sun Wu, so that he could barely grasp the fragmented dragon slaying dagger.

"Just a moment." Mo Lin seemed to have thousands of drums beating in his heart, and he stretched out his hand nervously and touched the cold blade of the dragon slaying dagger.

Suddenly, Mo Lin suddenly felt that something was sounding beside him. It seemed to be the roar of a behemoth, terrible and desperate, and the voice came and went. Mo Lin listened to it, as if it was far away in the sky, but it seemed to be close to the bottom of his heart, which was unpredictable.

"What sound?" Mo Lin looked back suspiciously. As soon as he turned his head, he happened to see that half a step behind him, the red dragon was holding its hideous head high, his eyes wide with anger, and he glared at him viciously.

Mo Lin only thought about touching the dragon slaying dagger in his heart, forgetting that the red dragon was opposite the statue of Zhiliyi, and suddenly saw the carved and ingenious red dragon statue like the real one at close range, Mo Lin couldn't help but be surprised.

It didn't matter if he was shocked, Mo Lin's body shook and couldn't maintain his balance. He raised his hand and grabbed it, right on top of the dragon-slaying dagger.

Everything about the statue imitates the real thing, and even the dragon-slaying dagger is very sharp. Mo Lin grabbed it, and his palm was suddenly cut open by the blade of the dragon-slaying dagger.

"It hurts." Mo Lin hurriedly withdrew his hand and saw that his palm was dripping with blood.

Although his palm hurt severely, Mo Lin was more afraid of soiling the statue, so he hurriedly tore off a corner of his clothes, wrapped his palm first, and wanted to wipe the blood stains on the dragon-slaying dagger.

"One of your light clicks warms my whole codeword life. Let's watch the fantasy channel of Literature Network, more exciting content is waiting for you! ”

Mo Lin was just about to wipe it, when a touch of blood red flashed in front of him.

This is a picture that Mo Lin will never forget. Above the dragon slaying dagger, a ball of blood-red light burst out, although it was very faint, but it could be seen very clearly in the night.

The blood-red light shone on the faces of the red dragon and the fragmented Yi, reflecting them as if they had come to life. The light also shone on Mo Lin's body, Mo Lin only felt a burst of panic, and the roar in his heart sounded again, with unwilling arrogance, with the madness of wanting to destroy something. For some reason, Mo Lin felt a burst of heat on his body, as if a fire had penetrated into his body and was burning his internal organs.

The heat immediately sparked pain in his joints all over his body. Mo Lin was almost in pain, and he only felt that there were hundreds of places in his body that were tingling, which made him feel painful.

What's going on! Mo Lin panicked, he was just a child, and when he encountered this kind of strange thing, he immediately panicked.

Fortunately, this stinging pain all over the body came and went quickly, and the pain seemed to slowly gather, and finally concentrated under the neck, and after a while, it suddenly disappeared, just as strange as when it came.

Mo Linhu was suspicious, and felt everywhere on his body, but didn't find anything wrong. He touched the bottom of his neck again, and there was nothing strange except for a slight itch.

The blood-red light on the dragon slayer dagger flashed for a moment, and it quickly dimmed, disappearing along with the strange feeling in Mo Lin's body, as if it had never existed. Mo Lin saw that he hadn't caused any trouble, so he let out a sigh of relief, wiped off the blood stains on the dragon slaying dagger and the statue base, and ran back to the dormitory.

What Mo Lin didn't notice was that under his neck, a shallow diamond-shaped scar that had never been seen before quietly emerged......

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A year later.

The Xiangyun Machinery Shop on the east side of the village is a sacred place for young craftsmen to apprentice, and the owner of the shop, Mozhou, is one of the village's master craftsmen. Master Craftsman is an honorary title comparable to that of the Ink Painter, and there are only three of the hundreds of craftsmen in the entire Ink Village.

One of the most common phrases on the lips of the ink shaft is: "Although I did not pass the ink test, I became the most accomplished of all the students in that class." ”

This kind of words can inspire the fighting spirit of young craftsmen, who take the ink shaft as a role model and study hard every day, hoping to become a master craftsman like him one day.

Compared with a year ago, Mo Lin is two heads taller. It was the time for him to grow his body, and he had to eat five steamed buns and two dishes at each meal, and when the amount of food was large, his head was also rising, and the sixteen-year-old boy at least looked like a young man on the outside.

"When...... While...... When ......" Mo Lin waved the hammer in his hand and struck the iron plate on the anvil one by one. The iron plate that had just been taken out of the furnace was still red, and each hammer dropped changed its shape.

"A little more strength, don't be soft." Mo Zhou walked over, saw Mo Lin forging iron plates, and said loudly.

Mo Lin used all his strength, and the hammer smashed down more powerfully, but Mo Zhou was still not satisfied, and he said a little annoyed: "Haven't you eaten enough, why do you only have such a little strength." ”

"I've done my best." Mo Lin was a little aggrieved, he had indeed used all his strength.

The ink shaft snatched the hammer from Mo Lin's hand and smashed it down. Dangdang's voice rang non-stop, and under the swing of Mo Axis's muscular arm, the iron hammer seemed to come to life, and little by little it made the iron plate into the appearance that Mo Lin wanted.

"If you don't have strength, you can't forge, and if you don't do it well, don't want to be a good craftsman." The ink shaft made an iron plate, dropped the hammer and the sentence, and went to instruct the other apprentices.

Mo Lin stared blankly at the formed iron plate, picked up the hammer on the ground, and slammed it on the anvil with enough strength. The tremendous reaction force nearly cracked his jaw, making his wrists tingle. And the pain in the joints is a little impatient because of overexertion.

"I really haven't grown yet...... Mo Lin pinched his arm a little annoyed, using a little harder, grinning in pain.

Seeing that everyone else was practicing forging with enthusiasm, Mo Lin slowly walked out of the door and sat down on the bench outside the door. Every time he encounters some setbacks, he likes to sit here, look at the clouds in the sky, and his mood can be relieved quickly.

Sitting on the bench, looking at the sky and the clouds, Mo Lin remembered that after the Moshi exam a year ago, he went to check the transcript.

Whether it was the ink exams that did not pass, or the two weak arms, the reason was in the words of Teacher Qin Qin that day.