Ye Mo was just an ordinary martial artist in the Kyushu Continent before, and he didn't have much knowledge, and he didn't see anything famous about the mystery of this ancient painting.

But now it's different, Ye Mo has come to Donglai Ling Island and seen all kinds of strange spiritual creatures in Donglai Immortal Village.

"In this ancient painting, a few lonely grass plants in the field are so familiar!"

Ye Mo carefully looked at the tiny grain grass in the field in the painting.

Although the grass was extremely small, with his current eyesight, he could see it completely clearly, and he couldn't help but show a look of shock.

"These grains and grasses are not ordinary valleys, but they are exactly the same as the spirit valleys planted in the spiritual fields of Donglai Ling Island!"

"This scroll of ancient paintings of the Immortal Village, could it be that this immortal cultivator painted it, otherwise how could it be so similar to the real Immortal Village?"

"Even, it could be a magic weapon used by immortal cultivators?"

"Yes, it must be like this! Only the magic weapons of immortal cultivators can ensure that the sword is not injured and water and fire are not invaded. Such a simple truth, how could I only think of it now!"

Ye Mo held the scroll of the ancient painting in both hands, thinking about it, and his expression suddenly became excited.

This ancient painting has been around since he was a child, and he is so familiar with it that he doesn't even think about the magic weapon.

It wasn't until now, when he saw the spiritual wood fence in the ancient painting, as well as a few spiritual valleys in the field, that he thought that this ancient painting should probably be a magic weapon.

Since it is a magic weapon used by monks, infusing mana into the magic weapon should be effective.

As soon as Ye Mo thought of this, he immediately urged the mana in his body to pour into the ancient painting.

Soon, the ancient painting scroll absorbed a large amount of mana, faded away from the old and simple color, and began to bloom with a spiritual luster.

"Sure enough, it's a magic weapon!"

Ye Mo was overjoyed.

In the past ten years, Ye Mo has tried countless methods, but he has not found that the ancient painting scroll has any effect other than being injured by swords and guns, and not being invaded by water and fire.

This ancient painting is too mysterious, although Ye Mo has long known that Lu Dao is not a mortal thing, but there is a treasure mountain, but he doesn't know how to use Lu Dao.

Now, he can finally start experimenting with it.

Ye Mo poured his mana with all his might, but he was soon shocked to find that the mana in his body poured out, and this ancient painting scroll was like a bottomless pit, and it couldn't be filled at all.

"Could it be that my mana is too weak to control it?"

Ye Mo was shocked.

When he used the Golden Spirit Sword, he only needed a small amount of mana to make the Golden Spirit Sword swallow out the sword rays and exert extremely strong lethality. Compared with the mana required for this ancient painting, the use of the Golden Spirit Sword is simply a drop in the ocean, and it cannot be compared.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and a large piece of dark iron ore next to the ancient painting scroll disappeared.

"Huh!"

Ye Mo once again showed a look of surprise.

There is an open space behind the hut in this picture. There was a small pebble in the clearing. If you don't look closely, you won't find much at all.

Ye Mo looked at this painting countless times, and he remembered every detail of the grass and trees in it clearly, this open space originally had no pebbles.

"The Xuaniron Stone has gone into the ancient painting?"

Ye Mo was shocked, and after thinking about it, he picked up another piece of third-order Xuaniron ore and threw it on the ancient painting.

This time he saw clearly, when the ore was a few inches away from the ancient painting, there seemed to be a trace of ripples on the ancient painting, and the light flashed, and the ore disappeared out of thin air.

Then, there was a small pebble behind the hut.

"Dark iron ore, can be put into ancient paintings?!Absolutely not wrong!"

Ye Mo's face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.

"Could it be that this ancient painting scroll can be used to store things?

"The magic weapon of the immortal cultivator is extremely magical. It's not surprising that this ancient painting scroll can store items. But how do I get things out when they put them in?"

"It is said that the monk's storage bag uses his divine sense to move the goods. I'll try it too!"

Ye Mo released his divine thoughts, swept over the ancient painting, and quickly and clearly touched the two small pebbles on it.

"Come out!"

Ye Mo's mind moved, and a piece of ore suddenly appeared in his hand. At the same time, there is also one less pebble in the ancient painting.

"If that's the case, this ancient scroll can store items like a storage bag!"

Ye Mo's eyes lit up, suppressing the ecstasy in his heart.

"Collect, take it all!"

Ye Mo immediately put the fourth-order dark iron ore, as well as all the third-order dark iron ore, into the ancient painting scroll.

There were only some first-order iron ore, which were still left in the back basket, and when he came to mine here, he always had to take some ore to the overseer.

"Ha Lu Ha, it's gone! It's gone! Zou Dacheng Lord, I'm sorry, anyway, you own the entire immortal village, and there is no shortage of these thousand eight hundred catties of ore. Ma Wuye grass is not fat, I can only laugh!"

Ye Mo smiled, tied the ancient painting back to his waist, and tucked it away closely.

I haven't been mining for seven or eight hours today, and I have already reached the limit of my physical strength, but I just persevered. After the intense excitement, Ye Mo was a little drowsy.

"There should be no miners to disturb the abandoned mine here! Sleep for a while, sleep enough before digging. ”

Ye Mo half leaned against the stone wall, put aside the dark iron stone in the basket, and gradually fell asleep. After a few breaths, the breathing becomes smooth and long.

As an immortal cultivator, his senses and divine sense are extremely sharp.

Even in such a deep sleep, as soon as a mine slave approached, the slightest movement, he would immediately feel his heart and wake up. Don't worry too much about safety.

Of course, those high-ranking cultivators who made him unable to give birth to induction, if they wanted to deal with him, even if he was awake, it would be difficult to deal with it, and there was no need to worry about it.

I slept for three hours.

This is a true deep sleep, and when you wake up, your tired body has fully recovered, and your lost mind has been completely replenished.

Ye Mo hurriedly took out the ancient painting and looked at it again, and saw that the dark iron ore was all in it, so he breathed a sigh of relief, all of this was not a dream.

Suddenly found that his ancient painting was a magic weapon, and it could also store things, such a treasure, no one, it would not be able to stop the heart.

It took Ye Mo a full day to barely calm down his excitement. It is very rare to be able to calm down in a short period of time.

He continued to mine in the mine.

Originally, Ye Mo was thinking about digging ore in the mine for a few months, or even half a year, earning dozens of spirit stones, and then leaving the mining area to buy Yuan Qi Dan and rune law seals, and then earn more spirit stones by hunting kraken beasts.

But now, he found that the ancient paintings could actually store ore, and there was no need to stay in the mine for so long. For dozens of spirit stones to stay in this mine for more than half a year, I can't cultivate, it's too much of a waste of time.

He planned to collect all the third-order ironite, second-order ironite and above, and a small number of first-order ironite into the ancient paintings, and only hand over one-third of the ore.

One-third of the amount is exactly the amount of mining for an ordinary monk, so that he will not arouse the suspicion of the prison head.

Ye Mo planned to stay in the mine for about half a month, dig enough ore, and leave with the ore in the ancient painting.

After half a month, Ye Mo had eaten all the dry food and water he brought, and he occasionally went out to eat, and spent most of his time mining.

The first-order dark iron ore he dug up was already more than three thousand catties, and he could go to the overseer to exchange for a spirit stone.

The rest of the five or six thousand catties of second-order and third-order Xuaniron ore were naturally all received in the scroll of the ancient painting of the Immortal Village.

Ye Mo transported the three thousand catties of iron ore in the basket out of the mine in three times. With his current strength, it is not too difficult to carry this weight.

Outside the mine, at noon, the sun was blazing.

"It's obviously more than 300 catties of ore, how can you weigh 280 catties?"

As soon as Ye Mo walked out of the mine, he heard a mine slave angrily questioning the overseer of the weighing mine.

"Our scales have been used for decades, and we have never made a mistake, and there will never be a problem! If we weigh two hundred and eighty pounds, that is eight hundred pounds! You are a new mining slave, what do you know!"

The overseer who had passed the scales said lazily.

Recently, there have been a lot of new miner faces in the mines. The mine slave in front of him is a newcomer here.

"You despicable villains, I'm going to ask the head of the prison for an explanation!"

The miner was furious and pointed at the overseer and yelled. However, it was only a bluff, and unless it was a riot, the miners would not dare to mess with the overseers.

Ye Mo was lining up behind this mine slave to weigh in.

"It's a hot day, what's the noise!"

The young monk who had registered Ye Mo's name walked from the stone chamber in the distance and shouted coldly.

"Prison Boss!"

The new miner cowered in horror. However, the mine slave still mustered up the courage and said angrily, "A few days ago, you personally promised that there would be no shortage of catties or two, how could I only weigh two hundred and eight hundred catties of ore from my three hundred catties?"

"Hehe! Three hundred catties? This is your own estimate, how can a large scale be accurate? All the mines on Donglailing Island use large scales distributed by the City Lord's Mansion. You are a mining slave, and you dare to question the City Lord's Mansion?

As for the promise of this immortal master, I promised to accurately record your mining volume, and exchange it for meatloaf according to the amount, and it will not be changed. After weighing, write it down, and it will definitely not change. This point is guaranteed by the credibility of our Four Seas Chamber of Commerce!

This immortal master has a good temper, and he is also reasonable to you mine slaves. If Wang Cangtou is here, I'm afraid that I will whip you first and whip you half to death. ”

The young monk sneered slowly, not angry at all.

"You ......"

The mine slave was so angry that he couldn't speak.

No matter how stupid he was, he knew that this young monk was playing tricks on him. He is a mine slave, and his words are unfounded, and the weight of the ore is completely determined by the overseer.

After waving his hand to send the mine slave, the young monk looked at Ye Mo.

"Ye Daoyou also came out? Do you dig enough 3,000 catties? You have to 3,000 catties to exchange for a spirit stone, and you can't change it if you don't have it. Do you weigh now, or do you dig more and weigh again?"

The young monk was much more polite and smiled.

"Now let's weigh it!"

Ye Mo said.

Several overseers were hurriedly preparing the weighing stones, weighing the ore brought out by Ye Mo.

"Ye Daoyou has a good harvest, there is even a second-order ore!"

The young monk casually rummaged through the dark iron ore dug out of Ye Mo's back basket, and looked at the fineness of the ore, revealing a little surprise.

"It's just a few pieces, and everything else is first-order. ”

Ye Mo said.

Second-order dark iron ore, there are indeed only a few pieces above.

He felt that if there was no one, it might make people suspicious, so he left a few pieces on top. As for the third-order Xuaniron ore, there was no need to take it out, and it was extremely difficult for a monk in the early stage of Qi cultivation to dig up the third-order ore.

"That's not easy, most of the iron ore produced in this mine is first-order. It is difficult to dig above the second order, and Ye Daoyou may have taken a lot of effort to dig this second-order dark iron ore. ”

The young monk said with a smile squinting his eyes.

Ye Mo politely talked to the young monk, looked at the overseers, and panted as he lifted the heavy back basket onto the big scale.