The second day.
Yuan Ming finished refining the embryo early in the morning, and then under the guidance of senior brother Fangge, he walked through the fire house to Qilu.
Qi Lu is located behind Huofang and is a small independent courtyard.
Compared to the bustle and chaos over there at Huofang, Qilu, just a dozen steps away, seemed much quieter and more peaceful.
Yuan Ming quickly walked into the central hall of the courtyard. The first thing he saw was an exhibition hall displaying various items. Most of them included things like saddles and saddles made by the disciples at the Huofang daily, as well as some swords, guns, swords and halberds.
weapon.
He unconsciously slowed down and walked among them, looking around at the dazzling array of weapons. Only a few of them were engraved with strange runes, so he knew they must be magic weapons.
"Isn't it beautiful?" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Yuan Ming turned around quickly and immediately saw a middle-aged man wearing a short robe, with messy short hair and an unshaven beard. He was picking his ears with one hand and holding bundles of white paper tubes in the other hand, standing not far away.
Hanging on that person's waist is the same inner disciple green waistband as Chen Wan Fangge's. He is probably that senior brother.
"I've met senior brother Amuhe." Yuan Ming immediately saluted.
"These magical instruments are very beautiful, especially the runes. The outline and combination of lines are simply art." The somewhat slovenly-looking middle-aged man came forward, his eyes fell on the magical instruments in the display cabinet, and he praised
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Seeing this, Yuan Ming carefully looked at the runes on the magic weapons.
After taking a closer look, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.
At first he thought it was just a simple line outline, but when he focused his mind on it and observed it carefully, it actually started to twist like a living thing.
Some lines are soft and twisting like running water, some lines are dense and dense like growing vegetation, and some lines are violently twisting like rising flames...
When Yuan Ming looked at it, he seemed to be trapped in it. His eyes were focused and he stood still.
After an unknown amount of time, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, and the vision in front of him suddenly disappeared and he regained his consciousness.
He turned around blankly and saw the sloppy senior brother staring at him with a frown on his face.
"What did you see?" Senior Brother Sloppy asked.
Yuan Ming paused for a moment, and then told in detail what he had just seen and felt.
Brother Sloppy listened carefully, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, as if he had some serious doubts, and he was speechless for a long time.
Yuan Ming looked at the change in his expression, and his heart was in doubt as he didn't know what was going on.
Just when he was feeling a little uneasy, he suddenly saw the senior brother's stubble-covered face suddenly relax and burst into laughter.
This time, Yuan Ming was even more at a loss.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that we are from the same profession. My name is Amuhe. What's your name, little brother?" The sloppy senior brother slapped Yuan Ming on the shoulder and laughed loudly, which shocked Yuan Ming's ears.
Before Yuan Ming could reply, angry curses came from several rooms with closed doors and windows in the courtyard:
"Amuka, shut your stupid mouth..."
"Amuka, Zaixiao pulled out your tongue..."
"Amuka, be quiet..."
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Hearing this, Amuhe immediately fell silent, then lowered his voice and said to Yuan Ming: "Come on, hurry up, those old guys are carving talismans on the magic weapon to activate the spirit. They failed in a while, and it's our fault again."
With that said, he grabbed Yuan Ming's sleeve and walked toward the backyard.
As Yuan Ming followed him, he heard a whisper in a very low voice: "If the mother-in-law doesn't have a baby, she blames the kang for the lack of embroidery. Day by day, people are not good and blame the uneven road..."
Yuan Ming suddenly felt that this man had a lot of resentment.
The two of them walked all the way to a house in the backyard. Amuka put down the paper tube in his hand, turned around and closed the door.
Yuan Ming glanced around the room and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
I saw that the room, which was not too big, was packed full of furnishings, but it was extremely inconsistent with Amuka's slovenly image, and the room was actually very tidy.
Except for a bed placed on the north wall and two square tables placed in front of Yuan Ming, the east and west walls of the room were lined with rows of wooden bookshelves as tall as one person, with round paper tubes neatly stacked inside.
The two square tables in front of him were merged together to form one long table, with a pen holder, ink and inkstone neatly placed on the far left, and next to it was a stack of neatly stacked white papers.
Under the table, there are three large bamboo frames placed side by side, filled with crumpled paper.
What puzzled Yuan Ming was that there was a wooden bucket filled with water placed next to the bamboo basket. It was dark inside and reflected light ripples.
"Little brother, you just said, what is your name?" Amuhe looked at Yuan Ming and asked.
Yuan Ming was free now and quickly reported his name.
"Yuan Ming... I think I heard someone mention it..." Amuhhe scratched his messy hair.
Immediately, he shook his head again, as if he couldn't remember who had said it, and felt it was not important, so he asked:
"Ordinary disciples won't come to Qilu. You must have something to do, but it doesn't matter."
"I completed the Thousand Tempering Embryos yesterday, and the Master of the Third Cave ordered me to learn how to draw talismans with my senior brother," Yuan Ming said.
Hearing this, Amuhe nodded and said, "Yes, yes, the last person to complete the Thousand Tempering Embryos was..."
"It's the same person as before." He thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of that person's name.
Yuan Ming was speechless for a while.
"Just now you said that you would have different perceptions when looking at those runes. This is very good. It means that you are either quite talented in drawing runes, or you are born with a powerful soul." Amuhe said without feeling any embarrassment.
Yuan Ming thought about it and felt that it was most likely the latter, and that his soul was not naturally powerful, but was caused by practicing the "Ming Yue Jue".
As soon as he thought about this, he subconsciously thought of the mysterious silver cat, but this thought only fleetingly passed away.
"Brother, why do I feel that way?" Yuan Ming asked.
"The runes on the magic weapons you see have been imbued with spirit. They already have the basic properties of connecting the aura of heaven and earth. When you are immersed in it and your mind is focused enough, you will naturally be able to see it."
Amuka said.
Yuan Ming suddenly realized that no wonder he didn't feel that way when he saw the runes drawn on Elder Heimu's handbook.
"Since you are here, I will start teaching you today, starting with how to recognize the talisman." Amuhe said.
With that said, he turned around and took out a hand-nailed book from the bookshelf, placed it on the long table, and opened it.
"The one with arcs and twisted lines is a flame pattern, the one with three parallel and twisted lines is a water wave pattern, and the one with sharp edges and corners is a soil and rock pattern..." Amuhe said while turning the pages.
Yuan Ming saw this and could not help but frown slightly.
He found that the runes that Amuhe showed him were very different from what he saw in Elder Heimu's handbook, and also different from what he had seen on external magical instruments before.
"Senior brother..."
"Shut up." Yuan Ming was interrupted by a scolding before he could speak.
Yuan Ming was startled and looked at the suddenly angry senior brother, a little at a loss.
"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking about runes." Amuka said sternly.
"I understand." Yuan Ming swallowed, and then he understood why Senior Brother Fangge said that Amuhe had a weird personality.
Amuhe continued to explain and continued to flip through the back. Yuan Ming discovered that the runes at the back began to become "normal" and corresponded to the runes he had seen before.
After all the runes were displayed, Amuka asked: "Is there anything you don't understand?"
"Oh, senior brother, I just want to ask, why are the first few runes so different from the later ones?" Yuan Ming asked hurriedly.
"The first few are the most basic five-element attribute runes, just like learning the strokes of writing. The latter runes are mostly their deformation or reorganization. I let you learn these to prevent you from recognizing them when you see them in the future."
Amuka explained.
"That's it." Yuan Ming suddenly said.
"You have just started learning. Don't rush to write. Memorize the appearance of all these runes first. Only when you have the runes in your mind can you draw them." Amuhe said.
"Yes." Yuan Ming responded immediately.
"You should start with the flame pattern first, look at it carefully, remember every detail, and then try to draw it." Amuka said.
With that said, he turned to the flame pattern and asked Yuan Ming to observe it carefully.
"I've taken a good look." Yuan Ming stared at it for a moment and nodded.
After hearing this, Amuhe stared at Yuan Ming without saying a word, seeming to be very dissatisfied with his perfunctory behavior.
Yuan Ming had to stare at the runes carefully for a while, then raised his head and said, "I really took a good look at it."
His soul is not weak, and he has a photographic memory, so he is not just perfunctory, but has really memorized all the details of the flame pattern in his mind.
"Try to draw it." Amuka spread out a piece of paper and said.
After that, he took another brush from the pen holder, licked the ink, and handed it to Yuan Ming.
Only then did Yuan Ming notice that the ink in the inkstone did not need to be ground and was not solidified. Moreover, the ink was black and red in color, and fine sandy matter could be seen. It was obviously not ordinary ink.
Yuan Ming had not touched the pen holder for an unknown amount of time, but when he took it over, he held the pen and lifted it quite naturally, and his movements did not appear jerky.
He was wearing Huoliantang's bunting shirt, so he didn't have to lift his sleeves with one hand and write with the other. He immediately took a deep breath, carefully visualized the lines of the flame pattern in his mind, and then began to outline it.
As the pen tip was twisted, a red and black line began to outline on the white paper, which was unexpectedly smooth.
When Amuka saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a little surprised.
He was surprised that Yuan Ming was so confident and didn't hesitate at all when he started writing, so there was no need to stop and continue.
You should know that when drawing runes, it is most taboo to break the pen. A broken pen is like dying of breath, so it is required to draw it in one stroke and finish it in one go.
He obviously didn't mention it, but Yuan Ming actually did it.
When Yuan Ming stopped writing, Amuhe frowned and asked: "I told you, boy, have you learned how to draw talismans?"
"No." Yuan Ming shook his head, feeling a little panicked.
"That's weird, how do you know you have to finish the painting in one stroke?" Amuka asked.
Drawing the talisman must be completed in one go. Yuan Ming saw it in Elder Heimu's handbook, so he already knew it without Ammuhe mentioning it.
But there is still a huge gap between knowing and doing it, and he himself is a little surprised by this.
This chapter has been completed!