My Weird Life Chapter 371

   Chapter 371 Ink (12)

   Watching those men with 'Yuedai's head' go away with claws and claws,

  Su afternoon subconsciously touched the top of his head.

   touched the hair on top of his head,

   and a straight up stick bun.

  He breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the muddy street, the windows of some small shops were open, and the hanging window panels became temporary tables. The islander was standing in front of the table, holding a wooden bowl and eating something in big gulps.

  Small traders try their best to hide under the eaves of those big houses,

   Spread out a black cloth with some dried fish, seafood and other goods on it.

  The street vendor looked at the passersby with sad eyes. Because of the cold rain just now, people didn't want to stop in the street market, and naturally they didn't want to pay attention to the goods he brought.

   "Abu!"

   At this moment, a childish young man's voice came from behind Su Wu.

When he turned around, he saw a young man with a turban wrapped around his head and a sackcloth on his back that had been soaked by the rain, with his hands in his sleeves, his feet in straw sandals trampling in the mud, running towards him come.

   "Go away, Abu!"

   "Today is your ink entry day, you will be punished by the craftsman if you are late!"

   Ink Day?

   Craftsman?

   Su Wu's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he looked at the rushing boy.

   The young man is short and rickety, with a disheveled face, but the "Dongliu Island Knife Caster" shaped by Su Wu's consciousness is much taller than the young man in front of him.

   He glanced at the crowd on the street,

   Once again found that most of these people are short in height,

  Compared to their height, it can be said that they stand out from the crowd.

  Su Wu didn't say much, followed behind the young man and followed him to the edge of the market, where a row of houses made of rubble ran.

   This young man is quite talkative,

   I walked and babbled along the way,

   provided Su Wu with a lot of useful information.

   "Ms. Haruko is going to participate in the 'Joint Ceremony' of 'Soseki Shrine' today. Master asked us to go to Soseki Shrine to wait for the miss and go home with Ms. Haruko after the work at the 'Angang Knife Casting' today!"

   "Abu, is your father's illness getting better? Uncle Axiong's talent for casting knives has even been praised by Master An Gang!

  If he hadn't contracted this strange disease, maybe he would be able to forge such a famous sword as Tsunsama Watanabe's "Onikiri" in the future?

  Onikiri is in the legend, but he cut off the arm of Rashomon's treacherous! "

   "Don't be discouraged, Abu,

   Uncle Ah Xiong can have such a talent, as his son, he must have inherited such a talent,

   When you one day cast a famous sword that can be compared to "Onikiri",

  Master Inoue will definitely allow you to go out on your own, so you can pursue your dream of becoming a samurai! "

  Dream of becoming a samurai?

  Su Wu touched the top of his head.

   Those who shaved the 'Tsukiyo head' and carried swords and swords should be the samurai of the moment, right?

   What era is it in?

  'Onikiri' I have heard of it in some games,

  Who is its owner, Tsuna Watanabe?

   Are you alive or dead now?

  'Rashomon's Trick', this name doesn't sound like a name for an ordinary little trick-a knife can cut off this sly arm?

  Su Wu's eyes brightened.

so,

   oneself into this past life,

The ultimate goal of    is to forge a weapon that can be cut sharply? !

   And, the identity of the current owner of the relic does not seem to be a 'free man'.

   It has a master and a young lady who needs to serve, and it should be a servant of a certain family.

   However, as a domestic servant, being allowed to study outside the house also shows how much the owner of the house values ​​him.

   Following behind his companion 'Da Mu', Su Wu walked into the row of rambling stone walls.

   inside the wall,

   is also a few stone houses,

  The clanging sound and the strong smell of charcoal fire rushed out from the houses.

  'Damu' and Su Wu walked into the big house in the middle together.

   The identity that Su Wu replaced at the moment, and 'Damu', do not have a specific surname.

   Their names were simply taken down by their parents, and it became the label of their life.

  In the big house, there are several charcoal stoves.

  Some hammers, iron ore, shovels, and pliers for ironing were scattered around several charcoal stoves. Young people about the age of Su Wu and Damu had gathered here, all of them looked serious and did not make a sound.

   Big Wood timidly walked into the room and stood in the last row.

  Su Wu looked at the furnishings in the room and stood beside the big tree,

   He is tall and tall, and even if he stands at the back, he can still 'see the mountains and small', and his eyes can go past the many teenagers with 'stick buns' to see the situation at the front.

   A short and stout middle-aged man stood at the front, with a plank in front of him.

   The man was shirtless, revealing his muscular muscles,

   and tattoos with claws and claws on the flesh.

  Su Wu's eyes stayed on the tattoo on the man's chest for a moment - from the 'Prajna Evil Ghost Tattoo' pattern, he felt a sly and quirky rhythm flowing, but this middle-aged man was not a trickster.

   Those strange rhymes are also restricted to circulate in the tattoo pattern, and have not invaded its texture.

  The man noticed Su Wu's gaze,

   turned and glared at Su Wu fiercely.

  Su Wu withdrew his gaze from him, and his gaze swept over the heads of all the teenagers in front of him—there was a sense of sight of a normal human standing among the hobbit crowd.

   These people are indeed short. According to Su Wu's visual observation, most of these fifteen or sixteen-year-olds are about one meter three in height.

  The adults in the front are not necessarily how much taller they are,

   was short and ugly.

  Especially one of the teeth is uneven, which makes the face look ugly.

   "Abu!"

   At this moment, the middle-aged man at the front suddenly shouted angrily and called out Su Wu's current name.

  Su Wu looked down at him when he heard the words,

   His eyes made the middle-aged man even more annoyed: "Bastard!

  Your father entrusted you to me to teach you the skill of forging sharp swords, how do you treat your craftsmanship like this? So rambunctious and disrespectful? ! "

   Laxity?

   Disrespectful?

  The original owner's father entrusted the original owner to this person and asked him to teach him the technique of making swords-then should this person be called 'teacher' or 'craftsman' by the original owner?

   Is this person the 'craftsman' that Daki said earlier?

  Is he the owner of 'An Gang Sword Casting', 'An Gang'?

  Many thoughts flashed through Su Wu's mind in an instant,

  Su Wu looked calm,

   opened his mouth and replied: "Master, you misunderstood."

   The middle-aged man had been looked down upon several times by him 'condescendingly', aroused anger in his heart, and was about to take the opportunity to teach Su Wu a lesson, but after Su Wu said calmly,

   But he can no longer speak harshly,

   My heart became calm.

   I feel that I am arrogant with a teenage boy, and it is really narrow-minded.

   "I hope it's just me who misunderstood you." The 'Craftsman' was stunned for a while, then he waved his hand uncomfortably, exposed the matter, and then said, "You made ten blade embryos while casting swords,

   Six of them were rated as good!

   One is the best!

  Three is worthless!

   This result has been passed, and I will 'enter ink' for you today!

   From now on, you can learn skills such as forging, smashing, tempering, and opening the front.

   In the future, you will also be eligible to use 'ghost ore' to truly forge a sword! "

Under the words of   'craftsman', all the teenagers also cast envious glances at Su Wu.

   Obviously,

   These ten 'knife embryos', 60% of which are good and 10% are top-grade, are very good.

   There are many young people present,

   Only Su Wu achieved this result.

  Su Wu nodded.

Daki next to    tugged at the corner of his shirt quickly and gave him a mouth shape.

   "Yes!" Su Wu nodded again and responded.

   The 'Craftsman' saw him like this, although his face was a little ugly, but after all, he didn't embarrass him anymore, he beckoned him to come closer, and then asked him to take off his shirt.

  Su Wu saw dried and blackened blood on the board in front of the 'Craftsman'.

   There are many deep scratches on the edges,

   He somewhat understands what ritual 'entering ink' is,

   then took off his shirt as said,

   was lying on the plank.

  The craftsman nodded when he saw this,

  Although I don't know what's going on with 'Abu' today, he looks 'dummy', as if he can't 'read the air',

   But when the other party is doing business, he is still very nimble,

   did not stay in a daze any longer.

   He took a deep breath, turned around and moved a wooden box to the small table beside the plank. When he opened the box, there was a row of eight-treasure gourds with shiny black butter and the size of a palm.

   Under that row of six black and yellow eight-treasure gourds,

   There are several bamboo pieces about one centimeter wide, wrapped with cloth ropes.

   Take a closer look,

  The front end of the bamboo piece is embedded with iron needles that emit cold light.

   Those cloth strips are used to tie the iron needles to the bamboo pieces.

  Su Wu looked sideways at those gourds and tools, and completely understood what 'entering ink' meant.

turn out to be,

  'Entering ink' is tattooing and tattooing oneself.

   At present, the tattoo on this craftsman's body is vaguely flowing,

  It also said earlier,

   After you have entered the ink yourself, you will be eligible to use the 'ghost ore'.

  —Is this also a way of harnessing the power of the wicked?

   At this time, the 'craftsman' picked up a tattoo tool and said frantically: "Ink!

   The skills of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

  We, Dongliu Island, sent countless people to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and finally learned this skill, and independently developed thirty-six sets of Ink Paintings—these Ink Paintings are all outlined in the most miraculous way,

   After successful tattooing on people,

   Can be with human flesh and blood! Spirit! perfect one,

  Let people have a power that can rival Liji! "

   Having said that,

   The craftsman's eyes dimmed slightly: "Unfortunately, the ink-entry skills of the prosperous Tang need more techniques and more complex rituals to be fully presented. Even if we learn the techniques and rituals, we do not have the strength to present them.

so,

  The 'Ink Drawing' we developed can only be classified as inferior.

  The truly powerful 'Ink Painting' is still in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

  Ah—if you can tell me to travel far and wide, set foot on the land of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and observe the memories of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, even if I die on the spot—I will have no regrets in this life…”

   (end of this chapter)

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