Lanke Chess Edge

Since this land regards Jiyuan as an ordinary person passing by, Jiyuan will not say it, and walks slowly along the river, like a gentleman admiring the scenery, but the corner of his eyes is still watching the movement of the land.

Looking at the land, the old man looked more squat and shorter than ordinary people. Although it had the appearance of a human being, it was probably not the kind of land that people cultivated into ghosts and gods after they died.

There are often several types of monsters in the earth, and their body shapes always tend to look like this. According to Ji Yuan, at least 30% of the earth gods are completed by these types of monsters.

The land man in front had been immersed in his own world, and he didn't know that he would be followed by someone whose cultivation was far higher than his own.

I kept walking along the river, and when I saw ink smudges flowing through the river, Mr. Tui used a long cane to pick it up into the water and took a stream. Then he grabbed his hand and looked at it, smelled it, and even clicked it. Put it in your mouth and taste it.

"No, it doesn't smell anymore, isn't that right? I'm wrong again?"

The land master sprinkled a handful of water into the river, then hesitated and continued to walk along the river.

This is obviously looking for something, and Ji Yuan is also a little curious. He also thought about whether it is possible to find the same goal as himself. If it is the same goal, Ji Yuan is not in a hurry to find those words. What is it that makes the land look like this.

Although this earth man is short in stature, his movements are actually not slow. After all, he is the earth **** who is linked to the earth veins, and he is very fast when stepping on the land under his own jurisdiction.

Occasionally, he would disappear directly into the soil, and then he would show his figure in the distance and look around to look around. If it wasn't for his fate, he would be a talented person, and ordinary people would definitely be lost.

After about a quarter of an hour, the land master circled in a huge circle, patrolling many places along the way, and then arrived at a large workshop built by the water.

When I got here, the scent of ink in the air was much stronger, and the river water beside the workshop would appear half-black from time to time. Obviously, this is a workshop that produces "Original Ink".

Yuanmo is the signature treasure of Moyuan County, Tingliang. Ji Yuan knew that a piece of authentic "Yuanmo" could be sold at a high price in Dazhen. The literati wanted to own it, but not everyone could buy it.

This is mainly because although Dazhen and Tingliang have borders, they are separated by the continuous Tingqiu Mountain, and Tingqiu Mountain is not only steep and rugged, but also has countless poisonous insects and beasts, and the access is extremely difficult. Dao turned to Tingliang to be more stable.

Although the diplomatic relationship between Dazhen and Tingliang is good, the trade is so difficult that "Yuanmo" is hard to find, and it is invaluable in Dazhen. Waiting for a scribe luxury.

Of course, the fine and gorgeous wood carvings and lacquer tribute objects in Ning'an County, Dazhen are also extremely valuable in other countries, and the older the objects, the more sought after.

For example, the yellow flower wood pen holder of Jiyuan was made by an authentic old craftsman in Ning'an County. It was more than 200 words in those days, but now it is a 20-year-old pen holder. sky-high price.

Such thoughts flashed in Ji Yuan's mind, mainly because he saw the production place of this source ink. As a person who also likes to write and play with ink, he will feel a little itchy.

'Since I've arrived in Moyuan County, if it's appropriate, I'll have to get a few pieces of Yuanmo to make an envoy. ’

Similar to Ning'an County's desk confession, Moyuan County's source ink is all carefully crafted things, and the top grades are all poured into the maker's spirit and spirit, and there is a kind of pious spirit in it, at least in Ji Yuan's view. Such.

This kind of thing, in the hands of Jiyuan, will also recognize its value, and even use it to draw out that special mystery.

There were constant noises from the workshop, apparently engaged in the production of ink sticks and ink ingots, and the land master also slowed down after arriving here.

The entire workshop has about a dozen rooms, large and small, as well as large open spaces in the front and back. The ink makers carry the raw materials and change the tools. The in and out of the workshop are in full swing.

Mr. Land did not go to those places with many people, but after walking around the workshop a few times, he arrived at a very large room and stared at the position in front of the door for a long time.

"Hehe, it looks like we can make some progress today."

He stretched out his hand and wiped the focal point of his line of sight, touched a little ink from the door, put it in front of his nose and sniffed, a smile appeared on Duke Tudi's face.

Ji Yuan was already near this meeting, but he was still just watching from a distance.

With his extraordinary hearing, Ji Yuan knew that the large room where the Land Master was staying was actually not busy with workers. It was relatively large like this, but there were several rooms with no one in it.

The roof of this house is very thick, and there are many thick straw mats, curtains and wooden layers outside, and even two old quilts are shining on the door, which gives a very "warm" feeling to the house just by looking at it.

The land man habitually looked left and right, and then slammed his crutches on the ground twice, and his figure turned into a wisp of blue smoke and escaped into the ground. Just like this, Ji Yuan guessed that he definitely did not leave, but entered the house. .

In this case, Ji Yuan simply jumped over the perimeter of the workshop a few steps and got close to the outside of the room, but did not go in immediately, but listened outside, and at the same time, his eyes were widened.

Before I could hear anything, two workers walked over with a wooden box covered with a cloth. There was a good smell of ink in the box. It was obviously the original ink, and the quality was not good. low look.

"Go open the door, I'll carry it."

"it is good!"

One of the workers ran to the door, lifted the quilt, opened the latch, and pushed open the heavy door with the pivoting sound of "squeaky...".

As soon as the door opened, a more intense scent of ink came out from the house.

"Let's go, hang it up quickly, and put the armor on the shelf."

Except for a little light at the door, there were only two small windows in the room that could put in a little light, and it looked very dark. The two of them almost touched the wall and hurried into the deepest part of the room.

Then, little by little, the ink sticks in the wooden box were taken out and placed on the shelf. Obviously, this was a room dedicated to drying ink.

Yuanshu needs to be dried after forming, and has extremely strict requirements on temperature, and it cannot be exposed to direct sunlight. In addition to good materials, it is the pursuit of excellence in every link that makes Yuanshu rare.

"Huh? Why is there so much less?"

"Yeah! Didn't at least 200 top-grade ink ingots be dried in the first-class area of ​​this room? Why, it feels like half of the ink ingots are missing? Did someone from the owner come to pick up the goods?"

One person was even a little panicked. If it was lost, it would be a big loss, and the owner would be furious.

"Well, I don't know about it, but, but the ink here hasn't been completely dried, and even if it's dried, it still has to be folded, washed and filled with gold!"

"Damn it, I heard that a lot of ink workshops have been stolen in the county recently, and the thieves have stolen the first-class ink ingots. Could it be that we have also ruined the thieves?"

"Ah? This! But we only came here half an hour ago. There are not too many meetings. There are so many people in the Mofang, and I haven't seen anyone come in. Besides, aren't there experts from all corners of the world..."

"We can't decide this matter, hurry up and inform the owner!"

"Go, go, go..."

The two ink makers hurried out of the house with trepidation and ran towards the house in front of the ink workshop. When they left, the figure of the land master also rose from the indoor floor.

The squatter figure raised his head and glanced around.

"Humph! You wait for the little thief to be here, and it must be some kind of little monster who washes and steals ink ingots. If you don't show up to the local land, you will be captured. If you can say one, two or three, the local land will be punished lightly! "

The land master called out and saw nothing, sneered, and slammed the crutch gently on the ground.

"Boom..."

The sound spread throughout the room, and a faint yellow light flashed along with the sound.

All of a sudden, even Ji Yuan outside the house felt that the whole house was "heavy" a lot. In Fa's eyes, the house was covered with a light earthy yellow, which seemed to be as solid as the earth.

The questioning voice of the land echoed in the house, but there was no other sound coming out, but at this moment, even if the land did not notice any abnormal breath at all, through the words of the previous two ink makers, it was concluded that there was a problem here.

"Little thief, if you don't come out, this house will be set on fire in this land. I see if you can bear the fire!"

As soon as these words fell, there was a miraculous effect. Immediately, there was a loud noise of "babble ah ah" from all corners of the house, and among them, there were also shrill curses that sounded towards the land~www.NovelMTL.com~ you Little old man, if you dare to do this, our eldest master will definitely beat you to death if you know it! "

"That's right, you dead old man, just a small land, we, we are not afraid of you!"

"Yes, not afraid!" "Not afraid, not afraid!"

"Yes, yes, don't be afraid!" "Let us go out."

"Let us go out, and we'll go and file a complaint in front of the eldest master!"

"But where is the eldest master?" "The eldest master is heading north!"

"No, to the west!" "No, to the north!"

"Eyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

For a while, the noise in the house turned into a pot of porridge...

The land man looked surprised. He thought there were only one or at most two spirits, but he didn't expect that there seemed to be a large group.

"Humph! I don't know who your eldest masters are, and I don't know if you're really not afraid of me, but it seems that you are afraid of fire. If you don't hold back, I will burn you!"

The land master snorted coldly, and the crutches hit the ground again with "dong dong..." two times, and the room vibrated with "rumbling rumbling...", as if an earthquake had set off, and the ink ingots on the shelf fell to the ground one after another, and then Not in the floor again.

The land master knew very well that this house was not worth much. It was these ink sources that were valuable. As long as the ink ingots were there, if the house was burned down, the owner of the ink workshop would not lose much.

"I can do it if I don't come out again."

A flame appeared on Mr. Tudi's cane, causing the chattering noise in the room to become silent, and then it became even more noisy. The scolding, shouting, and discussion became louder than the market.