Chapter 95 Amuhe

The next day.

Yuan Ming finished refining the embryo early in the morning, and then, under the guidance of Brother Fangge, he went through the Fire Workshop to the Weapon House.

The Weapon House is located behind the Fire Workshop and is an independent small courtyard.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the Fire Workshop, the Weapon House, which is only a dozen steps away, seems much quieter and more peaceful.

Yuan Ming walked quickly into the central hall of the courtyard, and the first thing he saw was a showroom with various items on display, most of which were saddles and other things made by the disciples of the Fire Workshop on a daily basis, as well as some swords, spears, and halberds.

He unconsciously slowed down his pace, walked among them, and looked around at the dazzling array of weapons. He saw that only a few of them were engraved with strange runes, and he knew that they should all be magic weapons.

"Isn't it beautiful?" At this time, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Yuan Ming turned around quickly and saw a middle-aged man in a short robe, with messy short hair and untidy beard, standing not far away, picking his ears with one hand and holding a bundle of white paper tubes with the other.

Hanging around his waist was the same green waist badge for inner disciples as Chen Wanfangge, most likely that senior brother.

"Hello, Senior Brother Amuhe." Yuan Ming immediately saluted.

"These magic tools are very beautiful, especially those runes. The combination of lines is simply art." The middle-aged man who looked a little sloppy walked forward, his eyes fell on the magic tools in the display cabinet, and he exclaimed.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming carefully looked at the runes on the magic tools.

He couldn't help but be a little stunned when he looked at it carefully.

Originally, he thought it was just a simple line outline, but when he focused his mind and observed it carefully, it twisted like a living thing.

Some lines twisted softly like flowing water, some lines replicated densely like wild grass, and some lines twisted violently like rising flames...

Yuan Ming seemed to be trapped in it when he saw it, his eyes were fixed, and he stood still.

After an unknown period of time, his shoulder was patted by someone, and the strange vision in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he regained consciousness.

He looked back blankly and saw the sloppy senior brother staring at him with a frown.

"What did you see?" the sloppy senior brother asked.

Yuan Ming paused, and then told everything he had seen and felt.

The sloppy senior brother listened carefully, his brows frowned more and more, as if he had some big doubts, and he was speechless for a long time.

Yuan Ming looked at his expression and his heart was hanging, not knowing what was going on.

Just when he was a little uneasy, he suddenly saw the senior brother's stubbled face suddenly relax and laughed.

At this moment, Yuan Ming was even more at a loss.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be a fellow practitioner. My name is Amuhe. What's your name, little brother?" The sloppy senior brother patted Yuan Ming's shoulder and laughed loudly, which made Yuan Ming's ears dizzy.

Before Yuan Ming could answer, there were angry curses from several closed doors and windows in the courtyard:

"Amuhe, shut your dog mouth..."

"Amuhe, if you laugh again, I'll pull out your tongue..."

"Amuhe, be quiet..."

...

Amuhe immediately kept silent after hearing this, and then lowered his voice and said to Yuan Ming: "Go, go, those old guys are carving talismans on the magic tools. If they fail, it will be our fault again."

As he said that, he pulled Yuan Ming's sleeve and walked towards the backyard.

Yuan Ming followed him and heard a very low voice muttering: "If a wife doesn't give birth to a baby, blame the embroidery on the kang. Day by day, people are not doing well and blame the uneven road..."

Yuan Ming suddenly felt that this boy had a lot of resentment.

The two of them walked all the way to a house in the backyard. Amuhe put down the paper tube in his hand and turned around to close the door.

Yuan Ming glanced at the house and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The house was not too big, but the furnishings were packed full. However, it was very inconsistent with Amuhe's sloppy image. The house was very tidy.

In addition to a bed on the north wall and two square tables in front of Yuan Ming, the east and west walls of the house were all lined with a row of wooden bookshelves about one person high, with round paper tubes neatly stacked inside.

The two square tables in front of him were put together to form a long table. On the far left, there were pen holders, inkstones and inkstones neatly placed, and next to them was a stack of neatly stacked white paper.

Under the table, there were three large bamboo frames placed side by side, filled with crumpled paper.

What puzzled Yuan Ming was that there was a wooden barrel filled with water next to the bamboo basket. The inside was dark and reflected shallow ripples.

"Little brother, what did you just say was your name?" Amuhe looked at Yuan Ming and asked.

Yuan Ming had time to report his name.

"Yuan Ming... I seem to have heard someone mention it..." Amuhe scratched his messy hair.

Then, he shook his head again, as if he couldn't remember who said it, and thought it was not important, so he asked:

"Generally, disciples don't come to Qilu. You have something to say, but you can say it."

"I completed the Thousand Hammers Refining Embryo yesterday, and the Third Cave Master ordered me to learn to draw talismans from my senior brother." Yuan Ming said.

Amuhe nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad, the last person who completed the Thousand Hammers Refining Embryo is..."

"It's still the last person." He thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of the person's name.

Yuan Ming was speechless.

"Just now you said that you would have different feelings when you look at those runes. This is very good. It means that you are either very talented in drawing runes, or you are born with a strong soul." Amuhe said without any embarrassment.

Yuan Ming thought about it and felt that it was most likely the latter. Moreover, his soul was not born strong, but was due to practicing "Mingyue Jue".

When he thought of this, he subconsciously thought of the mysterious silver cat, but this thought was only a flash.

"Brother, why do I have such a feeling?" Yuan Ming asked.

"The runes on the magic tools you see have been infused with spirits and have the basic properties of communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. When you devote your soul and mind and concentrate enough, you can see it naturally." Amuhe said.

Yuan Ming suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he did not have that feeling when he saw the runes drawn on the notes of Elder Heimu before.

"Since you are here, I will start teaching you today, starting with recognizing runes." Amuhe said.

As he said that, he turned around and took out a hand-stitched book from the bookshelf, placed it on the long table, and opened it.

"This one with arc-shaped twisted lines is a flame pattern, this one with three lines twisted in parallel is a water wave pattern, and this one with sharp edges is a soil rock pattern..." Amuhe said as he turned the pages.

Yuan Ming saw it and frowned slightly.

He found that the runes that Amuhe showed him were very different from what he saw in Elder Heimu's notes, and also different from what he had seen on the magic tools outside before.

"Brother..."

"Shut up." Yuan Ming was interrupted by a scolding before he could even ask.

Yuan Ming was startled and looked at the suddenly furious brother, a little at a loss.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking about rune knowledge." Amuhe said sternly.

"I understand." Yuan Ming swallowed his saliva, and then he knew why Brother Fangge said that Amuhe had a weird personality.

Amuhe continued to explain and turned to the back. Yuan Ming found that the runes at the back began to "normalize" and corresponded to the runes he had seen before.

After all the runes were displayed, Amuhe asked, "Is there anything you don't understand?"

"Oh, brother, I want to ask, why are the first few runes so different from the last ones?" Yuan Ming asked hurriedly.

"The first few are the most basic five-element attribute runes, just like the strokes of learning to write, and the runes at the back are mostly their deformation or reorganization. Let you learn this to prevent you from not recognizing them when you see them in the future." Amuhe explained.

"I see." Yuan Ming suddenly realized.

"You are just starting to learn, don't rush to write, remember all the appearances of these runes first, only when you have the runes in your mind, you can draw them." Amuhe said.

"Yes." Yuan Ming responded immediately.

"You should start with the flame pattern first, look carefully, remember every detail, and then try to draw it." Amuhe said.

As he said that, he turned to the flame pattern and asked Yuan Ming to observe it carefully.

"I've got it." Yuan Ming stared at it for a moment and nodded.

Amuhe heard this and stared at Yuan Ming without saying anything, as if he was very dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude.

Yuan Ming had to stare at the rune carefully for a long time before he looked up and said, "I really have got it."

He was not weak in spirit and had a photographic memory, so he was not perfunctory, but had really memorized all the details of the flame pattern in his mind.

"Try to draw it." Amuhe spread out a piece of paper and said.

After that, he took a brush from the pen holder, licked the ink, and handed it to Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming then noticed that the ink in the inkstone did not need to be ground and was not solidified. The ink was black with red, and fine sand could be seen, which was obviously not ordinary ink.

Yuan Ming had not touched the pen for a long time, but when he took it, he held the pen quite naturally and did not seem awkward.

He was wearing the short shirt of the Fire Refining Hall, so he didn't need to lift his sleeve with one hand and hold the pen with the other. He took a deep breath, carefully visualized the lines of the flame pattern in his mind, and then began to sketch.

As the pen tip twisted, a red and black line began to take shape on the white paper, which was unexpectedly smooth.

Seeing this scene, Amuhe couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a little surprised.

He was surprised that Yuan Ming was so confident that he didn't hesitate at all when he started writing, so there was no need to stop the pen and continue the sketch.

You know, the most taboo in drawing runes is to stop the pen. Stopping the pen is like stopping the breath. It requires drawing in one stroke and finishing in one go.

He didn't mention it, but Yuan Ming actually did it.

When Yuan Ming stopped writing, Amuhe frowned and asked, "I said, kid, have you learned to draw runes?"

"No." Yuan Ming shook his head, but he was a little panicked.

"That's strange, how do you know to finish it in one stroke?" Amuhe asked.

Drawing the talisman must be done in one go. Yuan Ming saw this in Elder Heimu's handwritten notes, so he knew it without Amuhe telling him.

But there is still a huge gap between knowing and doing, and he himself was a little surprised by this.