For some reason, a very familiar melody sounded in my mind.
Huge tongues of fire exploded and waves of hot air surged. He Zhao had no time to escape and was hit hard on his head and face.
"boom!"
A man with a dark face and smoke all over his body hit the wall and fell unconscious.
"Squeak!"
Huang Laoer, who was passing by, heard the explosion and hurried to the source of the sound.
"?"
He looked at Hei Buliuqiu, whose face he could vaguely make out, Zhang Shou, with his mouth slightly open, and an expression on his face as to what had happened.
"Young Master! Wake up!!"
"Hmm? What's wrong with me?"
Zhang Shou groaned and opened his eyes, feeling no pain anywhere in his body. And when he opened his mouth to speak, a stream of black smoke came out and slowly rose.
"" Regarding his question, Lao Huang thought to himself: How do I know?
"Hel me and help me get on the bed."
"Crack!"
At the open door, the lunch box in Luo's hand fell to the ground, looking in disbelief.
Are you having so much fun?
"I didn't see anything."
He immediately turned around and closed the door smoothly, leaving only a "Do Not Disturb" sign.
"No, it's not like that!"
Seeing that Wanjie was in danger, Huang Laoer threw Zhang Shou to the ground and hurriedly chased him out to explain.
"Plop!"
"Oh shit"
Zhang Shou, who was injured for the second time, put on a mask of pain.
Several pieces of paper carried by the wind slowly fell down and covered his face. He picked it up tremblingly, reluctantly crawled from the floor to the bed, and began to study.
"Notes on "The Precious Ink Urn for Exorcising Ghosts and Talking to Gods", Part 1 or 2"
It took me half an hour to read the entire article intensively.
Zhang Shou was completely confused. The mysterious writing on it was undoubtedly Master's handwriting. So, what did I do so early in the morning? Also, what happened to this injury?
Suddenly, he had a very bad premonition. The "Encyclopedia of Medical Poisons" said that this symptom was a brain disease, and there was a comment that "there is no cure for people with brain disabilities".
"Could it be that when I was studying, I failed to control myself and my brain collapsed?"
"No, it can't be a brain disease. I want to prove myself."
He struggled to get up and carried out the experiments one by one according to what was written on the paper.
Of course, I didn’t dare to touch it if it was too fierce. After all, I was wearing a lot of colors and couldn’t get hurt twice.
In a blink of an eye, the sky turned dark.
"call"
Breathing a sigh of relief, Zhang Shou felt that his head was still intact. Although the progress was somewhat stumbling, at least it was able to prove that he was not mentally retarded.
Then, he didn't even bother to eat dinner, so he lay down early to get ready for rest. He Zhao, who had just closed his eyes and was hit by the explosion, finally woke up.
"Um?"
["Exorcist Ghosts and Powerful Ink Barrier": 2/100 (rough pass)]
What have I done!
No, what did Zhang Shou do?
He subconsciously searched for the memory scenes from the day.
'This guy is so serious, he's like a prospect from a prestigious university!'
'But, is there any use for it?'
'In one day, I only gained two points of proficiency. Although I am a young leek, I am too inexperienced.'
"well!"
He Zhao sighed and could only get up shakily and continue the experiments that Zhang Shou had not completed during the day.
"Well, the preparations are well done."
The size and color of the jade urn were chosen very accurately. The two characters "Emperor" on the back were engraved without any mistakes. The characters "Sky Pattern Fire" on the front were made with a lot of effort and there was nothing wrong.
Next, is the key.
He used gold powder to outline the character [Fire], and during this process he needed Qi's assistance, how to move the strokes, break points, increase and decrease, and there were hundreds of points that needed attention.
If you are not careful, a piece of carved black jade will be scrapped.
He Zhao took a deep breath, raised the elixir pen with one hand, and followed the carved sky patterns with great seriousness.
About fifteen minutes later, he finally breathed out a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the jade basket and looked at it.
Before he could check the power, a message popped up in the upper left corner of his sight.
[Proficiency +11]
["Exorcist Ghosts and Powerful Ink Barrier": 13/100 (rough pass)]
Wu Renzhao "inadvertently" turned his head to look at Zhang Shou who had worked hard for a day and got up to hundreds of broken black jade. He couldn't help but sigh. He had no talent and worked hard, but he was given 2 points of proficiency.
What about yourself?
I did it casually, and it directly gave me 11 points of proficiency. The comparison between people is very annoying.
[Diligence can make up for weakness], and you will always be inspired.
Others may not necessarily gain anything from their efforts, but as long as he works hard, he will definitely gain something, and with the blessing of [Night King], his gains will be huge.
"It was so dangerous, I almost ran out of Qi."
[Ink jar (fire), (roughly made): The ink jar carved with heavenly patterns can barely control the power of flames and should not be used frequently. After each use, it is best to wait for an hour to cool down.
How to use: Inject spiritual power, Qi. (Attention! Attention! Attention! When used at full power, there is a 99% chance that it will explode.)】
He Zhao: ""
Grab the bamboo shoots!
Not only did he ridicule his jade basket for being shoddy, but he even used three bold and enlarged notices in the brackets.
"Recover some energy and continue."
The person surnamed He doesn't believe it. When you improve your proficiency and reach the state of proficiency, small success, etc., you still have the nerve to comment on shoddy work.
Half an hour passed, and someone He felt that it was OK again, and once again took out a piece of black jade that Zhang Shou had painstakingly carved.
Once his proficiency was improved, he stayed overnight. He looked at the eight jade baskets on the table and evaluated them as all shoddy. He curled his lips and returned to the bed, ready to rest.
"Excessive!"
After one night's work, the first finished jade basket is of the best quality and can be used again after at least an hour.
But as time goes by, the evaluation becomes even more disastrous.
[Ink basket (fire), (perfunctory): The ink basket carved with heavenly patterns can barely control a wisp of flame and hold up a bit of smoke, and its power is extremely low.
Instructions for use: Inject spiritual power, Qi. (Attention! Attention! Attention! After the flame is extinguished, a violent explosion will 100% occur. Cherish life and stay away from making pots.)】
What's even more damning is that Qin Neng Bu Zhuo, with the blessing of the Night King, also gave him 11 points of proficiency.
It seems that as long as it can be made, it will never be lower than the number 11.
"well!"
He Zhao fell asleep and Zhang Shou woke up.
"Why did you wake up so fast? It feels like you haven't slept all night." A confused Future Bo SS got up to wash up and change clothes. During this period, he only felt pain in his waist and back.
"The more I sleep, the more tired I get? I don't have any hidden problems, right?" He muttered to himself, and suddenly noticed the finished product placed by someone on the table.
"I did this? Why do I have no memory?"
He could be sure that he was the only one in the room last night. The door to the room was locked tightly and no outsiders would come in.
"Just give it a try and you'll know, right?"
After saying this, Zhang Shou randomly picked up a jade basket and poured spiritual power into it.
"puff!"
A small flame suddenly burned.
"???"
That's it!
I don't know why, but there seems to be a strange voice shouting in my head.
"Fast? Fast for what? Run quickly? Why should I run!"