Xiangyun Machinery Store seemed to have been smashed by a meteorite, with the furnace as the center, almost falling apart. 3

The originally clear night sky was suddenly overcast, and countless dark clouds gathered in the sky above the Ink Village, as if a mountain that stretched for thousands of miles was pressed down.

Many people in the village were alarmed, they didn't know what was happening, and they thought that another meteorite had fallen from the sky.

Mo Lin and the three of them stood in front of the furnace, looking at the forged sword in a daze, the excitement in their hearts was indescribable.

The crimson sword body is like a blood light, which makes people unable to open their eyes, and what is even more strange is that there are black lines on the sword body, as if it is a dark cloud in the red glow.

At first glance, Mo Lin felt that these black lines ruined the overall beauty of the sword body. But for some reason, he looked over carefully, but felt that it was the existence of these lines that gave this sword its soul.

"Mo Lin, what were you doing just now, why did you poke yourself?" Lin Bo asked blankly.

"That's the Blood Casting Forbidden Technique in the Heavenly Creation......," Mo Lin said, "I only used the lowest level of blood to bake." I have heard that in order to create a magic weapon with a true soul, a master craftsman threw his own flesh and blood into the fire, which is the highest level of blood forging. ”

"Blood Forged ......," Lin Bo muttered, "I seem to feel the anger on the sword's body, is this the effect of Blood Forged?" ”

"Me too, I feel chills down my spine." He Xiaogong also said.

Mo Lin couldn't answer, because he also felt the murderous intent and anger emanating from the sword's body. As the craftsmen who created this sword with their own hands, the three of them were of course much more sensitive than the others, but fortunately, the uncomfortable feeling gradually disappeared as the temperature on the sword dissipated, and the three of them woke up from their stunned and returned their attention to the sword itself.

"That feeling aside, this is really a good sword." Lin Bo broke the silence in a low voice.

He Xiaogong nodded, and tentatively touched the sword body with his hand: "It's not hot, it's warm." ”

Everyone stroked the sword body with their hands, and the sword body was still hot, covered with dragon scale-like textures, and a slight bulge could be detected when the fingers touched it.

And when Mo Lin's fingertips came to those black lines, he felt a slight coolness.

"Why is this happening?" Limpo also noticed this problem.

"Probably the traces left by blood......" Mo Lin couldn't be sure.

"Actually...... The blood stains are good, and it looks like a dragon. He Xiaogong said suddenly.

"Dragons? It's a bit like it, maybe it can be the symbol of this sword. Limbo looked at it carefully.

Mo Lin raised the sword and flipped it, although the black lines seemed a little abrupt, they became a random shape, and the picture outlined by the clear lines did look like a looming black dragon.

Mo Lin could feel the change in the essence that the black dragon had brought to the sword, and he suddenly thought of the dragon soul that had once lived in his body.

"Will there still be dragon blood in my blood, if so, maybe this black dragon is the dragon soul attached to the sword." Mo Lin looked at the dragon scale-like textures and hid this secret in his heart.

"Alright, now it's time to put on the hilt and try the scabbard again." Limpo crafted a new and refined hilt and scabbard, certainly without the odd traps.

"There's one more thing that matters most importantly." He Xiaogong said solemnly.

"You mean the blade?" Lin Bo happily put the hilt of the sword on the body of the sword and asked casually.

"Wrong, it's the name. A good sword must have a peerless name, otherwise it will only be unknown. He Xiaogong said, "So I suggest that this sword be named Tiangong." ”

"Why are you called Tiangong, is it because you have a word in your name? I think it's better to be called Yangbo. Lin Bo said indignantly.

"What does this have to do with Yangbo?"

"Don't you see that there are dragons and fish scales on the sword, aren't the dragons and fish making waves in the water?"

The two of them quarreled word by word, but Mo Lin stared at the sword body, and a voice seemed to remind him that there was a name that belonged to this sword, and no one could take it away.

"It's called Red Soul." Mo Lin said in a low voice.

"Red Soul?" Lin Bo and He Xiaogong looked at the sword body blankly, puzzled why it was called so.

"Its name is Red Soul." Mo Lin repeated, he raised his sword high as if he were lifting a crimson dragon.

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"Is this the sword you forged?" Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi were awakened from their sleep and ran to Xiangyun Machinery Store, but before they had time to regret, they were attracted by the sword cast by Mo Lin.

Although they are not ink masters, it does not mean that they do not know weapons. The weight of this sword is neither light nor heavy, if the sword is too heavy, although the strength is enough, it will lose lightness, and if the sword is too light, it will inevitably affect the force. The weight of the red soul was just right, taking into account speed and strength, and the two of them showed satisfied expressions as soon as they got started.

"This scabbard was made by Limbo, right?" Moaxe asked.

Lin Bo said with a smile: "I did it, how can the teacher see it." ”

"Look at the selection of materials in this scabbard to know that it's you, you can always dig out the subtleties that others haven't discovered, this is a good habit, you have to continue to maintain it." Mo Zhou said approvingly.

"Yes." Lin Bo was praised and smiled.

"These apprentices of yours are really enviable, give me one." Liu Zhouzi looked at it greedily.

"Dream, these are my proud disciples." Mo Zhou laughed and pulled the Red Soul Sword out of its scabbard.

"Good sword!" Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi exclaimed in unison.

As soon as the red soul came out of its sheath, the dark red cold light flashed, and the atmosphere immediately fell cold and silent. The blade of the sword was trembling slightly, the blade that had just been opened was extremely sharp, Mo Lin had experimented with a hundred pieces of thick kraft paper, as long as he used the blade to lightly slash on it, a hundred pieces of kraft paper would all crack. A hair falling from the air will be cut off when it hits the blade. From this, it can be judged that at least in terms of sharpness, this red soul has reached the level of a sword.

However, the first impression of the Red Soul is by no means sharp, but a quiet killing machine. As soon as the sword came out of its sheath, a cold breath poured out from the blade, making people feel chills through their bodies.

"It's so cold ...... sword," Liu Zhouzi stroked the texture on the blade blankly, "What are these black lines, do you carve patterns?" ”

"It's my blood." Mo Lin said.

"Blood? You used the Bloodforge Forbidden Technique? Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi were both taken aback.

Mo Lin nodded and said: "I saw it in the Heavenly Creation, I am afraid that I will waste the essence of cotton iron, and I want to do my best in every step." The technique of baking is not easy to master, so I took a risk, hoping to give this sword the soul with blood. ”

"You're doing a good job." The ink shaft gently waved the red soul and praised in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to master such a mastery of sword forging techniques. ”

"It's all the teachers who teach you well." Mo Lin said busily.

Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi looked at each other and laughed, and Mo Zhou said, "Don't be modest." If it's a tool to build the Mo family, you're still far away. But when it comes to forging swords, we two old men can't forge such good swords. ”

"It's just that the materials are good." Mo Lin is still very modest.

"What you do well is good, it's about the material. But Mo Lin, although this sword is very good, it seems to have wasted the characteristics of cotton iron. Liu Zhouzi said, "Do you still have any special places hidden?" ”

"I was found by the teacher." Mo Lin smiled, "Those three gems on the hilt of the sword are the key. ”

"What is this?" Only then did the ink shaft notice that the bottom of the hilt of the sword was inlaid with three ores, one red, one blue and one green.

"Flame stones, cryolite and snake stones, what are these used for?" Mo Zhou asked suspiciously.

"Let me show the two teachers." Mo Lin said and took the red soul, he held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and lifted the red soul flat.

"Huhu ......" Mo Lin danced the red soul, he didn't want to expose the level of martial arts, so he didn't use spiritual energy at all, but only relied on the strength of his body, so his movements looked slightly clumsy.

"This is the first state of the red soul, and it's going to be transformed below." Mo Lin danced twice, and said to the disapproving Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi.

"Transfiguration?" The two master craftsmen are also well-informed, but for the first time, they have heard that weapons can be transformed.

"Look at it." Mo Lin's thumb gently pressed the red flame stone.

The blade of the sword, which was originally sharp and sharp, suddenly softened, becoming soft like a whip, and Mo Lin's movements also floated, his wrist shook slightly, and the sword body was shaken by him as a soft whip.

"Temperature?" Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi suddenly realized.

Once the temperature exceeds zero, it will become the original soft state of cotton iron, with super tenacious toughness and great plasticity.

Mo Lin cleverly used this feature to use the heat of the flame stone to heat the temperature to make the essence of cotton iron turn back into highly plastic cotton iron. And at this moment, Mo Lin was like a trick, the original whip-like cotton iron sword body changed shape back and forth, as if it came to life, sometimes it turned into a sharp claw, sometimes it skyrocketed into a spear, and sometimes it turned into a ring with sharp teeth, and the changes made it difficult to guard against. These changes are achieved by controlling the temperature of the flame stone and using the performance of the snake stone as bait.

"It's really hard to parry this kind of weapon?" Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi were sweating, they had seen many soldiers' special weapons, but they had never seen this kind of weapon that could be transformed, and today was an eye-opener.

"He can actually think of using the combination of flame stone and snake stone to make such a delicate transformation, it is really a rare talent." The ink shaft is full of praise.

"yes, we're getting old. Flame Stone is used to increase the temperature and restore the properties of Cotton Iron, Snake Stone is used to control the shape, and Ice Crystal is used to return to the sub-zero sword state. Mo Lin is by no means a talent, he is a genius. Liu Zhouzi's evaluation is much more generous than Mo Zhou's.

After Mo Lin showed dozens of changes, he pressed the ice crystal with his thumb, and the temperature inside the sword body quickly dropped below zero, and the soft cotton iron returned to the sword state of sharpening iron like clay.

"Teacher, what do you think?" Mo Lin said excitedly.

Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi looked at Mo Lin with a smile, and said in unison: "You did a good job." ”

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Mo Zhou and Liu Zhouzi couldn't hide the joy in their hearts, leaving Mo Lin to chat all night, and when it was dawn, they pulled up the three of them and ran to the ink canteen to eat. The two master craftsmen drank happily early in the morning, drunk in broad daylight, and drank Lin Bo and He Xiaogong, who were not strong enough to drink, unconscious.

Among the five people, only Mo Lin had the best amount of alcohol, and in the end, he could only rely on him to send Lin Bo and He Xiaogong home separately.

After sending the two home, it was already noon, and Mo Lin was playing with the red soul in his hand, and his heart was full of joy. The two masters were full of praise for Mo Lin, and the ink shaft even asserted that the Red Soul would improve the Mo family's weapon casting technology to a new level.

Mo Lin didn't think so, he knew that he was just lucky. The material of the sword casting is a rare extraterrestrial meteoric iron in a hundred years, and the technology of casting the sword comes from Linghu Zi, which is a secret technique that is not passed down by soldiers, and the process of casting the sword is also very smooth, without any mistakes or omissions. As long as one of these links goes wrong, there will be no birth of the Red Soul.

Fortunately, everything went well, and Mo Lin was able to hold the red soul in his hand and feel the coldness in it. He wandered in the moonlight for a while, wrapped the red soul around his waist and turned it into a belt, and slipped out of the village.

Coming to the glade on the mountain, Mo Lin whistled. These days, he is busy forging swords, although he has not pulled down his cultivation, he has not come to the mountain to see Zhu Pingman for some days.

"Boy, do you remember me?" Zhu Pingman unconsciously appeared behind Mo Lin and knocked on his head with a wine gourd.

"It hurts." Mo Lin touched the beaten head aggrievedly.

"What are you busy doing these days, can't you be lazy?" Zhu Ping glanced at Mo Lin, sat down and asked.

"I'm forging a sword." Mo Lin took off the red soul from his waist and showed it to Zhu Pingman.

"How?" After Mo Lin finished showing, he asked Zhu Pingman proudly.

"A good sword indeed. No wonder Fang has induction. Zhu Pingman glanced at it a few times, but he was not as excited as Mo Lin imagined, but stared at Mo Lin, which made him panic in the bottom of his heart.

"Do you still want to hide your ghost idea from me, if you have something to say, say it quickly." Zhu Pingman glared at Mo Lin and snorted coldly.

"I can't hide anything from my grandfather." Mo Lin said with a wry smile.

"I can't read your mind yet, the Ink Maker exam is coming soon. If you want to fulfill your dream of becoming an ink artist, this is the best chance to do so. Zhu Ping took a sip of wine and said, "But have you ever thought that this matter is very dangerous, if you expose the fact of cultivating spiritual energy, the Mo family will not let you go." ”

"But I just wanted to give it a try." Mo Lin said resolutely, "I put so much effort into creating this sword just for this opportunity. Grandpa, just let me try it. ”

"If you really want to go, I won't stop you. But I want to remind you that once you take this step, you can't go back. Although the Red Soul is powerful, those masters of the Mo family are not blind......" Zhu Pingman sighed.

"I've figured it out, I'm going to try anyway, this is my last chance. Otherwise, I won't be able to be a writer for the rest of my life! Mo Lin said almost pleadingly.

"I said I won't stop you, this is your life, you have to learn to be responsible for yourself." Zhu commented on the road.

Mo Lin fell silent, he was indeed premeditated. March 18 will be the official exam for this batch of interns.

According to the rules handed down from generation to generation of the Mo family, in theory, Mo Lin, Lin Bo, He Xiaogong and others who were eliminated at the beginning were eligible to register for the exam. Those who pass the exam will be awarded the official title of Ink Maker, and if they miss this opportunity to take the exam, although they may also be awarded the title of Honorary Ink Artist in the future, it will always be something less than the official one.

Casting this Red Soul Sword, Mo Lin is to take the exam. He hoped that the Ink Practitioner would use the strange attack methods of the Red Soul to cover up the fact that he had psychic energy. This plan had been brewing in his mind for a long time, and he didn't want to say it until today. Unexpectedly, Zhu Pingman was like a roundworm in his stomach, and he understood his thoughts as soon as he saw the red soul.

"Is it decided?" Zhu Pingman saw that Mo Lin had been silent, and finally couldn't help asking. In fact, he didn't want Mo Lin to take risks, but with his understanding of Mo Lin, it was impossible to change what this kid had decided.

Sure enough, as Zhu Pingman expected, Mo Lin raised his head and said firmly: "I decided, I will give it a try no matter what." ”

"In that case, I'll teach you one more trick." Zhu Pingman sighed.

"Thank you grandpa, I know grandpa has a way." Mo Lin was overjoyed.

"But you must remember that this method can only hide from people below the middle ink, if you encounter the ink, you must not use spiritual energy recklessly, especially in front of the ink ninja, otherwise you will only have a dead end!" Zhu Pingman reminded.

"I see." Mo Lin nodded and agreed.

Zhu Pingman taught Mo Lin a more profound method of concealing spiritual energy, and watched him cultivate seriously, sitting on the side while drinking and instructing. Seeing that Mo Lin quickly mastered the top ten, Zhu Ping said in his heart: "This child is getting smarter and smarter, and he may be able to reach the master's realm in time." ”

"It's just that his temper is somewhat similar to mine, like a bull, he doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back." Zhu Pingman had a lot of memories in his heart, and he couldn't help but shake his head when he remembered the ridiculous things he had done in his youth.

"Alas, young people grow up by making mistakes, and since he has chosen this path, I will help him to the end." Seeing Mo Lin who had the same temper as himself, Zhu Pingman seemed to see himself when he was young, and he secretly made up his mind that once Mo Lin was in danger, he would rather break his promise back then and help.

Mo Lin was in a good mood, although he knew that his choice might bring a lot of danger, but this danger became a stimulus in the process of chasing his dream. Countless times in the dead of night, he fantasized about one day wearing the wristband of the Ink Maker and becoming one of them.

The dream that has been held on since childhood may be ridiculed by many people as impossible. But often the more impossible the dream, the more valuable it is to realize. Mo Lin has always believed that as long as you have dreams, hopes, and continuous efforts in this world, there is nothing you can't do.

Especially after Mo Lin devoured the power of the dragon soul, his desire became stronger and stronger. At first, the fate of the dragon soul brought him endless troubles, but when everything settled, his mind changed.

Since the dragon soul has chosen me, since fate has chosen me, then I must use these powers to do something. Mo Lin thought so and tried to do so. He wants to be a real ink artist, spreading the Mo family's idea of love and non-aggression to every corner of the earth, so that all people can live an equal and happy life.

The upcoming Ink Exams will be the first important hurdle on his journey to realize his dreams. The obstacle he faces is not the enemy, but the close Moji and himself.

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"Do you have a fever?" Lin Bo touched Mo Lin's forehead, touched his own, and asked suspiciously.

"What I'm saying is true, think about it." Mo Lin said seriously.

"The three of us...... Going to take the Ink Exam? He Xiaogong's mouth was exaggeratedly open, enough to stuff five eggs.

"yes, the three of us. Don't you want to be inkers? Mo Lin smiled and looked at the two good brothers, the three of them have known each other since childhood, whether they are good friends in the Moshi Academy or in the Xiangyun Machinery Shop, they are very familiar with each other.

Mo Lin knows that their hearts are the same as themselves, and they have all had the great dream of becoming a Mo, but unfortunately with the failure of the exam, they can only be buried in the bottom of their hearts, but they may be the same as themselves, they will wake up tossing and turning at midnight, recalling the dreams of their childhood, licking the wounds of failure, and feeling sad.

"You're not kidding?" Lin Bo's expression also became serious, "Just how can the three of us pass the exam, we don't even have true qi." ”

"We have brains." Mo Lin pointed to his head, and then to the red soul, "We still have tools." The difficulty of the engineering ink exam will be lower, and if we are lucky enough, we may be able to pass. ”

Lin Bo and He Xiaogong both fell silent, obviously struggling inside. The long-lost dream suddenly returned to the eyes, turning into a temptation that can be seen and touched, how many young people can refuse?

"Then give it a try, maybe...... Maybe we can! He Xiaogong's temperament was more impulsive, and he quickly made up his mind, "Mo Lin, I'll do it with you!" ”

Lin Bo smiled bitterly: "Although I don't think it's very likely, but since both of you are going to participate, how can I not accompany it." ”

"In that case, let's go to the exam together!" Mo Lin laughed and stretched out his hand, "No one is allowed to slip away halfway." ”

"Of course not, I'm afraid you'll hold me back." He Xiaogong heartily put his palm on Mo Lin's palm. Lin Bo also put his hand up, and the six palms of the three people were stacked together, pressing down hard, and shouting in unison.

"Come on!"