After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 19 19. Everything is difficult at the beginning

Wow~~

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, it also has lighting and ventilation. Quite good.

Transparent crystals are inlaid on the irregular dome holes, and the golden skylight shines on the almost transparent jade table. However, this table is not the long table in the previous utility room with dozens of people sitting at each table. The exquisite and small ones can only accommodate 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 ones in the handyman's room are all old and worn-out demon beast skins, which are for the handymen to look at, but the ones we have here are undamaged low-level demon beast skins." Zhang Yin smoothed the skins and added He said, "At least this piece of cut skin is not damaged. Therefore, we must be extra careful when making it."

If you successfully make a shadow puppet, it will give you ten contribution points.

But if it fails, you have to compensate.

Three contribution points. "

"I understand, Senior Brother Zhang." Song Yan nodded cautiously.

Then, Zhang Yin began to teach simple methods of making monster animal skins.

The process is the same as that of ordinary animal hides, but in order to avoid damage, the requirements for carving are much more delicate.

"Junior brother, watch carefully, these are the four basic carving techniques."

Zhang Yin looked attentive, scratched lightly with the carving knife, and said: "Snowflakes."

Change the scraping to a blade, keep the blade still, use your fingers to exert force, and spin the skin against the front.

"Stretched."

He raised the carving knife slightly, tapped it lightly, then picked up the hammer on the side and struck twice with a "beep" sound.

"Chiseled."

The blade is slightly flat, facing the leather surface diagonally, and is pushed by hand.

"Push the skin and take the knife."

Song Yan watched and learned attentively, and then Zhang Yin took out another piece of broken animal skin and let him try it out, saying: "Junior brother, try it first, and then get the monster animal skin in a few days.

In the past, you could make one or two shadow puppets every day in the leather-making room, but if you can make one of these monster skins in three days, that's pretty good. "

After saying that, Zhang Yin brought over another drawing and 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.

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 great, and there will be an obvious stinging sensation when the palm is pressed down. The harder you press it, the stronger the sting, as if there are thousands of roots hidden in the skin of the dead demon beast. Like a needle.

He recalled Zhang Yin's previous actions.

The palm of the hand is almost suspended in the air, and the 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: "Senior 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 is not something ordinary disciples like you who have not 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 is a natural question.

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."

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. Da Wei is nothing to the Mountain and Sea Monster 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 leather-making techniques with concentration.

He listened to the advice, and Zhang Yin asked him to practice more with the broken monster skins, so he decided to practice for a few more days. After practicing until 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 finished "Blooded Blade Elk" shadow puppet and was speechless.

Seven days, if he is lucky, is enough for him to gain 140 years of life.

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 skins 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 view, "skilled workers" are safer than "soldiers" in any world. "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 first run away with the "skilled workers"; if it encounters an enemy, it will mobilize "soldiers" to desperately protect the "skilled workers"; and if the "skilled workers" are accidentally trapped, they will also 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 and fed by the enemy. entertaining

How wonderful.

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 already 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 said, "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."

In the evening, Song Yan was sitting in the leather-making room, concentrating on processing the next hide.

A fragrant wind suddenly blew from far away.

He didn't even look up.

Wang Susu sat opposite him and said with a smile: "Junior brother, can I sit here tomorrow?"

She didn't show the slightest bit of charm and seduction, but was sincere.

Charming seduction was her method 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.

It can be considered a fate.

This time, senior sister will definitely treat each other 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 in a restaurant in the small town next to Shifang and wait for dawn before returning.

In the dead of night, a charming, 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. What's the matter?"

The black shadow said: "Is he a senior fellow from Jianmen?"

The man was stunned for a moment, 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?"

The black shadow took out a palm-sized map from his arms and quickly stuffed 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. They are different during the day and night. To the master. Also, senior brother Xu Changjun is missing and may have died."

The man spread it out, looked at it, nodded cautiously, and said, "Don't worry, I will convey it to you."

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 and turned around.

Behind her, the sword-robed man's expression suddenly became cold. With a flick of his finger, the flying sword was quietly unsheathed, and then shot out with the sword technique, and it was about to arrive before her eyes. Behind the shadow.

The black shadow turned around without realizing it, 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.

bite!

The sound of the sword is crisp.

when! !

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 and stepped forward. When he moved his fingers and squeezed the sword skills, the speaking figure had already had his head cut off.

The blood-stained flying sword hung in mid-air.

At this moment, several more figures in sword robes flew not far away.

The sword-robed man was stunned for a moment, and no longer cared about killing the man in black, he turned around and fled with his sword.

The man in black stood there as if he was dumbfounded. 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 after him turned back, looked at the man in black after landing, 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 feuding than you think. Go home.”

Qi Yao looked at the blood on her palms and her lips trembled.

She looked at the disciple who died for her on the ground and asked in a trembling voice: "Who is he?"

"Is it important?"

"It's 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, holding back tears.

The sword-robed figure in the distance sighed, but shook his head and did not pursue him.