Chapter 19 19. Everything is difficult at the beginning
Crash~~
A strange animal skin was spread out in front of Song Yan.
This is a place exclusively for formal disciples of Nanzhu Peak to make leather. The environment is many times better than that of the service room. In addition to the pleasant atmosphere located on the remaining veins of the Xuanmai, The lighting and ventilation are also quite good.
Transparent crystals are inlaid on the irregular dome holes, and the golden skylight falls on the almost transparent jade table. However, this table is not the long one in the previous utility room, with dozens of people sitting at one table. It is not a human table, but an exquisite and small one that can only seat two or three people.
This skin is the skin of a monster animal.
But it was different from the monster skins Song Yan saw in the utility room.
“The skins in the handyman’s room are all old and broken monster skins, which are for the handymen to make and show, but what we have here are undamaged low-level monster skins.” Zhang Yinjiangshou Pi Lupingping, he added, "At least this piece is cut off." The skin is not damaged. Therefore, we must be extra careful when making it.
If we successfully make a shadow puppet, we will get ten contribution points.
But if it fails, you will have to compensate. .
Three contribution points. "
"I understand, Senior Brother Zhang. "Song Yan nodded cautiously.
Then, Zhang Yin began to teach the simple method of making demon beast skin.
The process is the same as that of ordinary animal skin, but in order to avoid damage, the carving process is The requirements are much more delicate.
“Junior brother, look carefully, these are the four basic carving techniques. ”
Zhang Yin looked attentive, scraped lightly with the carving knife, and said: "Snowflakes."
Changed the scraping to a blade. Without moving the blade, he exerted force with his fingers and turned the skin against the front.
“Drawing.”
Lift the carving knife slightly, tap it gently, then grab the hammer on the side and hit it twice with “beep”.
“Chiseled.”
The blade is slightly flat, facing the leather surface diagonally, and is pushed by hand.
"Push the skin and move the knife."
Song Yan watched carefully and learned. Then Zhang Yin took another piece of broken animal skin and let him try it out, saying: "Junior brother Try it first and get the monster skin in a few days.
Once upon a time you were here. The leather-making room can make one or two shadow puppets every day, but if you can make one of this kind of monster skin in three days, it will be good."
After that, Zhang Yin brought over another drawing. , said: "This is the Blood Blade Elk, you should try this first."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Song Yan took the broken animal skin and tried it on.
This time he tried it, and he suddenly had an experience different from the previous experience in the leatherworking room.
The resistance on the demon beast's skin is very high, and when the palm is pressed down, it will produce an obvious tingling sensation. The harder you press it, the stronger the tingling will be, just like the skin of a dead demon beast. It's like there are thousands of needles hidden in it.
He recalled Zhang Yin’s previous actions.
The palm of the hand is almost suspended in the air, and the five fingers are extremely tight.
It can be said that this is completely making leather with your fingers.
The strength and hard work required can be imagined.
Song Yan asked: "Brother Zhang, what kind of monster is this?"
Zhang Yindao: "The most common low-level monster, the white-thorned deer. It can be seen everywhere outside the area where monsters gather, But it’s not something ordinary disciples like you who haven’t even mastered magic can touch.”
Song Yan nodded and suddenly said: "What level of monsters are the monsters from the Mountain and Sea Kingdom?"
This question was very natural.
After asking, Song Yan even added in a homely tone: "The furnace in the room told me that the multi-tailed fox clan is just a clan of the Shanhai Kingdom."
< br>But the air suddenly became silent.
Zhang Yin glanced at him sideways and said cautiously: "That's not a monster, that's a demon.
Monsters are still beasts at least, but monsters are already demons. They are two different existences
Don’t ask about the rest, ordinary disciples like me don’t know.
But junior brother, don’t worry. The Great Wei is nothing to the Shanhai Demon Kingdom. Even the Multi-tailed Fox Clan may not know that they have such a descendant and will not attack. ”
Song Yan nodded and continued to practice the leather-making skills with concentration.
He listened to the advice. Zhang Yin asked him to practice more with the broken monster skins, so he decided to practice more. Day. When he is familiar with the technique and can no longer make mistakes, he will take the monster skin that "you will have to pay for if it is damaged"
Seven days later.
[You absorbed the remaining lifespan of a white-thorned deer: 22 years]
Song Yan looked at the made "Blooded Blade Elk" shadow puppet and was speechless.
Seven days, if he is lucky, will be enough for him to gain 140 years of life.
This. Even if the first four days of his adaptation are removed, it only takes three days to gain 22 years of life.
However, the lifespan absorbed was less, but it could be exchanged for 10 contribution points in three days, which was many times more than before.
‘There are pros and cons. ’
Song Yan was not discouraged.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, and this is his first time making monster skin.
This kind of production is obviously difficult. If practice makes perfect, and you can use the skin of more powerful monsters to make shadow puppets in the future, you will have longevity and profit.
In addition, he is also very interested in "leather master".
In his opinion, in any world, "skilled workers" are safer than "soldiers". "Soldiers" need to go to the battlefield, while "technical workers who develop and research weapons" stay in the "scientific research room".
Even if a disaster is imminent, the organization will take the "skilled workers" away first; if it encounters an enemy, it will mobilize "soldiers" to desperately protect the "skilled workers"; and if the "skilled workers" are not careful Trapped, will it happen again? Send "soldiers" deep into the enemy camp to rescue; even if they really can't be saved, the "technicians" will not be killed, but will be recruited by the enemy. Even if they don't surrender, they will most likely be eaten by the enemy. How nice it is to be entertained
.
He wants to be this "technical worker".
Song Yan's thoughts were wandering, and Zhang Yin had already come to inspect the animal skins he had made.
Senior Brother Zhang held the animal skin puppet, examined it in the sun, and exclaimed: "Not bad, not bad. It's the first time I can do it like this. I'm really talented." Song Yan smiled, he had practiced At the second level of Xuan, he could control his perception and strength better, so he could naturally make leather very well, but he still responded, "My senior brother taught me well."
Zhang Yin patted him on the shoulder and said: "Keep up the hard work. If you really do well, senior brother will definitely recommend you if you do what you say."
Evening At midnight, Song Yan was sitting in the leather-making room, concentrating on processing the next animal skin.
A fragrant wind suddenly blew from far away.
He didn’t look up either.
Wang Susu sat opposite him and said with a smile: "Junior brother, can I sit here tomorrow?"
She did not show the slightest bit of charm and seduction, but with a sincere.
Charming seduction was her way of killing people and deceiving the furnace before, not to find partners or allies.
Song Yan said: "Okay."
Wang Susu covered her lips and smiled: "Junior brother sat across from me on the first day he came to Nanzhu Peak.
Today, we sit together again.< br>
It’s a fate.
This time, senior sister will treat me with sincerity, and I hope that junior brother will not betray me. ”
Her voice became softer and softer.
Song Yan nodded.
Wang Susu is indeed very useful and smart. She is full of cunning. This time, she helped him avoid a big pit with just a few words. Of course, if he hadn't had that reminder, he might not have stepped into the trap himself, but it was a good thing after all.
Wang Susu smiled brightly, brought her hides and knives over, and then sat down opposite Song Yan, working on the leather at her desk without saying anything more.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.
Qingxi Shifang.
After completing the purchase of animal skins, the Nanzhufeng team planned to rest for the night in a restaurant in the small town near Shifang and wait for dawn before returning.
In the dead of night, a charming and masked shadow quietly left the restaurant and quickly went to another mansion.
Knock on the door.
Enter.
In the mansion, a man wearing a silver-white sword robe looked at the man in black in front of him in surprise, and said warily: "Your Excellency, you came here late at night, I don't know why?"
The shadow said: "Is he a senior fellow from Jianmen?"
The man was stunned, then nodded. After all, the sword robe he was wearing was the disciple uniform of Nanwu Jianmen. Then he asked doubtfully: "Which junior sister are you?"
black Shadow took out a palm-sized map from his arms and quickly put it into the man's hand, saying: "Brother, this is the topographic map of part of Shadow Puppet Peak. There are many evil places in the peak, and they are different during the day and night. Give it to Master. Also, Senior Brother Xu Changjun is missing and may have died."
The man spread his arms and nodded carefully, "Don't worry, I will convey it."
The black shadow said: "Then I'll take my leave first."
The man said: "Junior sister is in the enemy camp, so be careful."
"Thank you, senior brother." The black shadow said, Then he turned around.
Behind her, the sword-robed man's expression suddenly became cold. With a movement of his fingers, the flying sword was quietly unsheathed, and then shot out with the sword technique. , he was about to reach behind the black shadow.
The black shadow turned around belatedly, a pair of beautiful eyes showing shock, confusion, and fear
But she had no time to react.
At this moment, a man's figure flew down from the nearby wall, holding a sword to block behind her.
Ding!
The sound of the sword is crisp.
Dang! !
A sword flew upside down.
The flying figure has been nailed to the ground by the flying sword.
Blood spattered and sprayed on the face of the man in black.
"Go quickly." The figure shouted tremblingly, "Go quickly! He is a spy of the Demon Sect."
The man in the sword robe smiled, stepped forward, moved his fingers again, and used the sword technique In the blink of an eye, the speaking figure had his head cut off.
The blood-stained flying sword hung in mid-air.
At this moment, several more sword-robed figures flew not far away.
The man in the sword robe was stunned for a moment, and he didn't care about killing the man in black. He turned around and fled with his sword.
The man in black stood there as if he was stupid. The black cloth covering his face fell off, revealing a beautiful oval face, but the heroic spirit on the oval face turned into extremely complicated emotions.
She touched the blood on her face and the blood on the ground, dumbfounded.
And at this moment, one of the sword-robed figures who went to chase him turned back, looked at the man in black, recognized it for a moment, his expression was stunned, and then he sighed softly: "Miss Qi, Xiaozuo is not like that. That's right, the battle between good and evil is more about a fight between flies and dogs than about grudges and grudges as you think. Go home."
Qi Yao looked at the blood on her palms, her lips trembling.
She looked at the disciple who died for her on the ground, and asked in a trembling voice: "Who is he?"
"Is it important?"
"Very important, he Saved me. He saved me with his life."
"But many such disciples are dying."
Qi Yao took a deep breath, wiped the blood from her face, turned around and ran away.
She closed her eyes tightly and held back tears.
The sword-robed figure in the distance sighed, but shook his head and did not pursue him.
(End of this chapter)