"Master, can't I pass yet?" Wu Meng swung a hammer, and hammered it towards the black ink pimple again and again, like striking iron.

Looking at the hundreds of pieces of ink that he had made before, he wanted to cry without tears, how long will this take to do?

This production of runic ink is no different from the making of ink in the world, but it is just an additional step of refining cinnabar, or demon blood. But when cinnabar or demon blood is mixed with pine smoke, there is an extra step to domesticate and fuse spiritual power.

It's Wu Meng's current steps of wielding a hammer, don't look at Wu Meng just wielding a hammer, indeed every hammer is with spiritual power.

"If you think it's okay, it's fine. "The master of ink making is a sturdy middle-aged man, and looking at the bulging muscles in his arms, you can imagine how many ink bumps he has hit.

"Huh?" I think again, but I think it's all good, and you see how well this pattern is depicted, how well this rune is depicted? Thinking of this, Wu Meng hammered it seriously.

After hammering for a while, Wu Meng felt it with his divine sense, well, the spiritual power has been domesticated. She found that her spiritual powers seemed to be easy to domesticate other spiritual powers. For example, this ink bump, in fact, when she hammered ten times, those violent demonic powers had already been domesticated, but according to the master, at least as long as she hammered 100 times, if you want the spiritual power to be more gentle and write more smoothly, it will not work without a thousand strokes.

But Wu Meng didn't have time to hammer that thousand times, and in her case, she didn't have to hammer a thousand times, so a hundred times a cap, of course, sometimes the wrong count may be a few more.

Put down the sledgehammer and start making ink strips, make a rectangular shape from a mold, then carve runes on it, and finally use spiritual power to refine it one last time.

"It's done!" Wu Meng caught the ink strip floating in the air, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the master who had been sitting next to her, "Master, you said I think it's okay." ”

"Well, let's go. With that, the figure of the master vanished, and in its place there was indeed a staircase.

Wu Meng was stunned when he saw this, and suddenly doubted his guess, didn't there be any hidden secrets in these four lents? Impossible, otherwise why set up four lents? Isn't it a waste of resources?

"Or maybe I didn't pass the test of the ink master? Forget it, no matter what, I don't lose anything, after all, the skill is real. Wu Meng shook his head, put away the last piece of ink he made, and walked towards the stairs.

The boy who had been secretly observing Wu Meng also shook his head, a little disappointed. "Hey" It's just that he didn't notice that the pile of ink blocks left by Wu Meng suddenly flashed a ghostly light, and then one of the ink blocks disappeared.

When Wu Meng came to the fifth floor, he didn't see anyone else, but he was surrounded by a white expanse, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be white paper, white paper drying one by one. Looking at the blank paper that can't be seen at a glance, I am a little curious, what is the trial of this paper?

But the voice of the tower spirit refused to appear, and Wu Meng had no choice but to shout, "Tower Ling, are you there?

Wu Meng screamed a few times, but still didn't reply, so he had to go deep into the white paper, Wu Meng walked and walked, and actually saw a color other than white, a courtyard with white walls and blue tiles, and there were more than a dozen men and women in gray clothes making rune paper, and Wu Meng walked up.

"Hello, may I ask, what is the trial of this level?"

"New here?" a woman who looked to be in her mid-40s looked at her.

Wu Meng was stunned for a moment, is this the beginning of the trial?

"Since you're a newcomer, let's start from scratch, so let's start by sorting rune grass. The woman led Wu Meng to a room full of runes, where a child was sorting runes.

"Teach her!"

"Yes!" the boy stood up and saluted the woman.

After the woman left, the little boy looked at Wu Meng, "Have you sorted rune grass before?"

Wu Meng shook his head, "No." ”

"Come in, I'll teach you. Wu Meng walked in with words, and as soon as he stepped in, he found that the spiritual power in his body was suddenly solidified, and even the power of the stars could not be spared. Wu Meng was startled and wanted to retreat, but he couldn't move at all.

The little boy seemed to notice Wu Meng's movements, and turned back to Wu Meng and smiled, "Come in!" The smile was very bright, but Wu Meng felt that there was something hidden in this smile.

Seeing this, Wu Meng had no choice but to step in with the other foot, these are completely mortals.

No matter what the little boy is hiding, he is indeed a very good teacher, and he taught Wu Meng very carefully how to deal with a rune grass, like picking vegetables, the old yellow one, pull it out and put it aside, and then pick out the heart, so that a rune grass can probably be divided into three parts.

An An picked up the grass for a day, and Wu Meng began to get impatient, "Little brother, when can I leave here?"

Xiao Tong glanced up at Wu Meng, without any emotion in his eyes, "Let's finish picking all these runes." ”

"How much time does that take?" Wu Meng glanced up, picking up the "grass mountain" that had not decreased at all for a day.

"It depends on your speed. The boy replied.

I can't get off for a month!"Ta Ling, Ta Ling, are you there? What is the trial of the fifth layer? Is it to experience the process of making a penny paper?"

Still no sound.

And the little boy on the other side didn't seem to hear her words, but he was holding a rune grass, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wu Meng, who couldn't get an answer, had to bury his head in sorting rune grass, and at the same time accelerated the action of sorting rune grass, hoping to leave this room as soon as possible. Thinking that there are a series of steps such as chopping, soaking, boiling, and washing, Wumeng feels that life is dark. The movements of his men were a little faster.

Wu Meng, who was immersed in sorting the rune grass, didn't notice it, and as her speed increased, Xiao Tong's movements also accelerated, and finally it was in line with her frequency.

I don't know how long it took, but when Wu Meng picked the last rune grass and stuffed it into the Qiankun bag, Wu Meng suddenly felt a burst of relaxation in his body, and the solidified spiritual power also resumed operation, which seemed to be a little more.

"How many days?" Wu Meng asked the boy with a comfortable stretch.

"Two days. ”

"Huh, it's only been that much, I remember I only got a little bit on the first day, right?" Wu Meng was a little surprised.

"Hurry up, I'm closing. Saying that, the little boy stuffed the three Qiankun bags containing the rune grass into Wu Meng's hand. Then, before Wu Meng could react, he found himself standing outside the door.

She hadn't been able to walk. Why is it outside? While Wu Meng was wondering, the woman appeared again. "Finished picking up the rune grass?"

"Yes. ”

"Come with me. With that, the woman took Wu Meng to another room.