Two years have been like smoke in the blink of an eye, and looking back, it's really embarrassing.

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When he came closer, Mo Lin saw Jing Luo at a glance, and hurriedly leaned over and asked, "Uncle Jing Luo, what's wrong?" ”

Jing Luo looked back and saw that it was Mo Lin, and immediately said with a smile: "The ink masters have brought back the meteor remnants. ”

"Oh......" Mo Lin stood on tiptoe behind the crowd to look, but unfortunately there were too many people, and he really couldn't see the wreckage that was carried back. However, there was still a soft appearance of a meteor in his impression, and Mo Lin didn't think there would be anything useful in it.

"Go ahead and see." Jing Luo saw Mo Lin hiding behind, pulled him to the front and pushed him to the front row.

Mo Lin squeezed out of the crowd and came to the front, and at a glance saw the remains of a meteor piled on a small car. Sure enough, it was still like a soft mud, which caused a lot of discussion among the villagers.

"It looks like a pile of reddish-brown mud, not like meteorite."

"Who said it wasn't, I heard that this time the ink master put a lot of effort into it, but he didn't expect to harvest such a strange thing."

"I guess the meteors have burned to ashes, and that's all that's left of the mud."

Everyone thought that this pile of soft mud-like wreckage was useless, and Mo Lin thought so in his heart, but he suddenly felt that this kind of discussion got into his heart and stabbed him in a soft place in his heart, which was very sad.

"There is no useless thing in the world, the key depends on how to use it." Mo Lin thought of his previous growth, isn't it the same as this soft mud.

But after meeting Zhu Pingman, Mo Lin felt that he had become useful, and at least he could kill a huge spider, which was something he couldn't have imagined before. If you live by yourself, this piece of soft mud is not necessarily useless.

However, these thoughts Mo Lin only hid in his heart and did not publish them. He just watched as the inkers pushed the car up and sent it all the way to the Xiangyun Machinery Store.

Mo Lin was going to report to Xiangyun Machinery Store today, but he happened to follow all the way to the store.

Moshaft had been waiting outside the store for a long time, and his face was full of excitement when he saw the arrival of the meteor remnant. Meteor remnants are such extraterrestrial objects as they are hard to come by, and it would be a great honor for a craftsman to be able to use meteorite or meteorite as raw materials to build machinery and magic weapons, so it's no wonder that the ink shaft is so happy.

However, after carefully observing the meteor remnants, Mo Axe's face sank.

"Mo Lin, you and Lin Bo, He Xiaogong, a few of you, move the wreckage to the workbench." Ink Axis commanded.

Mo Lin and a few people answered, and surrounded him.

"Really soft ......" Lin Bo was the most curious, and reached out his finger to touch the wreckage, and the place where his finger touched it immediately dented into a piece. And when Lin Bo withdrew his fingers, the recessed place slowly returned to its original shape.

When he saw the wreckage in the mountains, Mo Lin didn't touch it. Now he also reached out curiously to touch it, and felt that the outside was a little slippery, and the feeling was similar to yellow mud to the touch. The only difference is that the wreckage is very elastic and tough, and no matter how kneaded it is, it will return to its original shape very quickly in the end.

"It's amazing, maybe...... Maybe it could be made into a strange machine. Mo Lin and Lin Bo picked up the wreckage and sent it to the workbench, thinking to themselves.

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The wreckage was placed on the workbench, and Mo Lin was dumbfounded.

The ink shaft was cutting and pressing on the wreckage with various tools, but the meteor wreckage was invulnerable, and no matter how sharp the knife was, although it could change its shape, it could not cut and separate.

Ink shaft sweated, threw the sharp cutting knife in his hand on the workbench, and muttered: "It's worthy of an extraterrestrial meteorite, it's the first time I've seen such a tough guy in my life." ”

"Is this meteorite? It looks like just a puddle of mud. He Xiaogong asked.

"Don't look at it as fluffy, but it's meteoric iron." The ink shaft is categorical.

"That's what we thought too, so we named this thing Miantie." Mo Zhiwei's voice came from the door, and he walked in with Liu Zhouzi.

"Mian Tie? It's a fitting name. Mo Zhou nodded at the two colleagues, and the three of them gathered around the workbench together, expressing their opinions on the properties of cotton iron.

"Two master craftsmen and a genius engineering ink master, this time we can catch it, we must keep our eyes open and take a good look at the skills of the masters." Lin Bo excitedly tugged at Mo Lin's sleeve and said. He was a little too excited, and he used so much force that he almost broke Mo Lin's sleeve.

Mo Lin listened carefully to the opinions of the three of them on the side, in fact, their views were very similar: this piece of cotton iron has extremely high toughness, and it is impossible to change its shape with ordinary methods, which is an advantage worth taking advantage of. However, it is precisely because of such high strength and toughness that it is difficult to cut cotton iron, let alone build it. If you can't use this property in mechanical engineering, it will be useless.

"It seems that this thing is still useless...... Liu Zhouzi is a master of cutting, but unfortunately he even took out the "water grinding knife" of the housekeeper, but he couldn't cause any damage to Mian Tie.

"Wouldn't it be nice if it could be made into a shield?" Mo Zhiwei sighed, "Or make it into a soft whip, a weapon." If it is drawn into silk, it can be made into a large net, and the person caught in the net will not be able to break free even if he has three heads and six arms. ”

"I don't think that's what a soldier does. In my opinion, this is a good material for crafting magic weapons. Mo Zhou felt that Mo Zhiwei was a bit violent, and immediately said several ideas, such as building a special mechanical dog with cotton iron, and He Xiaogong's eyes lit up when he listened.

I have to admit that Mo Zhiwei and Mo Axis' ideas are very good, but the three masters can't deal with Miantie, so they can only stay at the idea stage.

"Forget it, we have to figure out a way to do this slowly." The three of them tossed for a morning, but they didn't come up with any way, and when it was time for lunch, the three of them went to the Ink Maker's Canteen to eat together.

"Mo Lin, aren't you going to eat?" Lin Bo and He Xiaogong were also going to eat, but they saw that Mo Lin was still standing in front of the workbench in a daze, staring at Miantie.

"You guys go first, I'll think about it later." Mo Lin waved his hand.

"The teachers can't think of anything. Let's go, let's eat. Lin Bo came over and pulled Mo Lin and said.

Mo Lin had to go to dinner with them, but when he arrived at the cafeteria, he was still thinking about how to shape Miantie.