studiobondurri Chapter 93: Amu He
Chapter 93: Amu He
Chapter 93: Amu He
The next day.
Early in the morning, Yuan Ming finished refining the embryo as usual, and then, under the guidance of Senior Brother Fang Ge, he went through the Fire Workshop to the Tool Pavilion.
The Tool Pavilion was located behind the Fire Workshop and was a small independent courtyard.
Compared to the bustling and chaotic Fire Workshop, the Tool Pavilion, which was only a dozen steps away, appeared much quieter and more peaceful.
Yuan Ming walked quickly into the main hall of the courtyard and first saw a display hall with various items on display. Most of them were saddles and other things made by disciples from the Fire Workshop, as well as some weapons such as knives, spears, and swords.
Unconsciously, he slowed down his pace, walking among them, looking at the various weapons, and only a few of them were engraved with strange runes, indicating that they were probably magical tools.
"They are beautiful, aren’t they?" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Yuan Ming quickly turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a short robe, with messy short hair and a stubble beard. He was digging his ear with one hand and holding a bundle of white paper tubes in the other, standing not far away.
The man had a green waist badge, just like Chen Wan and Fang Ge, so he was probably that Senior Brother.
"I have seen Senior Brother Amu He." Yuan Ming immediately saluted.
"These magical tools are beautiful, especially the runes. The combination of lines is like art." The middle-aged man, who looked a bit sloppy, walked up and admired the magical tools in the display cabinet.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming carefully examined the runes on those magical tools.
Upon closer inspection, he couldn’t help but be stunned.
Originally, he thought they were just simple lines, but when he poured his divine sense into them and observed carefully, they seemed to come alive, twisting and turning like living creatures.
Some lines flowed softly like water, some lines were densely replicated like crazy plants, and some lines twisted violently like rising flames...
As Yuan Ming looked at them, he seemed to be trapped, his gaze focused, and he stood still.
After an unknown amount of time, someone suddenly patted his shoulder, and the vision in front of him suddenly disappeared, restoring his senses.
He turned around blankly and saw the sloppy Senior Brother staring at him with a furrowed brow.
"What did you see?" the sloppy Senior Brother asked.
Yuan Ming paused for a moment before explaining in detail what he had seen and felt just now.
The sloppy Senior Brother listened attentively, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter, as if he had some big doubts. He remained silent for a long time.
Watching the change in his expression, Yuan Ming’s heart also became uneasy, not knowing what was going on.
Just when he was feeling anxious, he suddenly saw the stubbly-faced Senior Brother burst into laughter.
This made Yuan Ming even more at a loss.
"Hahaha, I didn’t expect you to be a fellow cultivator. I’m Amu He. What’s your name, little brother?" The sloppy Senior Brother patted Yuan Ming’s shoulder and laughed loudly, making Yuan Ming’s ears go numb.
Before Yuan Ming could answer, angry curses came from several closed rooms in the courtyard:
"Amu He, shut your dog mouth..."
"Amu He, laugh again and I’ll cut off your tongue..."
"Amu He, be quiet..."
...
Amu He immediately fell silent upon hearing this, then lowered his voice and said to Yuan Ming, "Let’s go, let’s go. Those old guys are engraving runes on the magical tools. If they fail, they’ll blame us again."
"I understand." Yuan Ming swallowed, finally understanding why Senior Brother Fang Ge said Ah Mu He was eccentric.
Ah Mu He continued to explain, flipping through the pages. Yuan Ming found that the runes in the back started to "normalize", corresponding to the runes he had seen before.
When all the runes were displayed, Ah Mu He finally asked, "Is there anything you don’t understand?"
"Oh, Senior Brother, I wanted to ask, why are the first few runes so different from the ones in the back?" Yuan Ming hurriedly asked.
"The first few are the most basic five-element attribute runes, like the strokes of writing. The runes in the back are mostly their variations or reorganizations. I’m teaching you this to prevent you from not recognizing them in the future," Ah Mu He explained.
"I see," Yuan Ming said, enlightened.
"When you’re just starting to learn, don’t rush to write. First, remember all the shapes of these runes. Only when you have the runes in your mind can you draw them," Ah Mu He said.
"Yes," Yuan Ming immediately responded.
"You start with the flame pattern. Look carefully, remember every detail, then try to draw it," Ah Mu He said.
With that, he turned to the flame pattern for Yuan Ming to observe carefully.
"I’ve got it," Yuan Ming said after staring at it for a moment.
Ah Mu He didn’t say anything, staring at Yuan Ming, seemingly dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude.
Yuan Ming had to stare at the rune for a while longer before he looked up and said, "I really have got it."
His divine soul was not weak, and he had a photographic memory, so he was not being perfunctory, but had truly memorized all the details of the flame pattern.
"Try to draw it," Ah Mu He spread out a piece of paper and said.
With that, he took a brush from the brush holder, dipped it in ink, and handed it to Yuan Ming.
Only then did Yuan Ming notice that the ink in the inkstone didn’t need to be ground, it didn’t solidify, and the ink was black with a hint of red, with fine sandy particles visible. It was clearly not ordinary ink.
Yuan Ming hadn’t held a brush for a long time, but when he took it, he held it naturally, his movements not at all awkward.
He was wearing the short clothes of the Fire Refining Hall, so he didn’t need to lift his sleeve with one hand and hold the brush with the other. He took a deep breath, carefully visualized the lines of the flame pattern in his mind, and then began to draw.
As the brush twisted, a red and black line began to take shape on the white paper, surprisingly smooth.
Seeing this, Ah Mu He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
He was surprised that Yuan Ming was so confident, there was no hesitation when he started to draw, so there was no need to stop and continue drawing.
It should be known that drawing runes most taboo against stopping, stopping is like stopping breathing, it requires one stroke to draw, one breath to finish.
He hadn’t mentioned it, but Yuan Ming had done it.
When Yuan Ming stopped, Ah Mu He frowned and asked, "Tell me, boy, have you already learned to draw runes?"
"No," Yuan Ming shook his head, feeling a bit nervous inside.
"That’s strange, how did you know to finish it in one stroke?" Ah Mu He asked.
The requirement to finish a rune in one breath was something Yuan Ming had seen in Elder Hei Mu’s notes, so he knew it without Ah Mu He mentioning it.
But knowing and doing are two different things, and he was somewhat surprised at this himself.
(End of Chapter)