Lanke Chess Edge

Since this land regards Ji Yuan as an ordinary person passing by, Ji Yuan doesn't say anything, and walks slowly along the river, like a scholar admiring the scenery, but the corner of his eyes is still watching the movement of the land lord.

Seeing that the land is more stooped and shorter than ordinary old people, although it has the appearance of a human body, it is probably not the kind of land where people cultivate into ghosts and gods after death.

There are often several types of spirits among the creatures in the soil, and their body shapes always tend to be like this. According to Ji Yuan's knowledge, at least 30% of the earth gods are cultivated by these types of spirits.

The Land Lord in front has been immersed in his own world, unaware that he is being followed by a person whose cultivation level is much higher than his own.

Walking along the river, he saw ink stains flowing in the river, so he picked it up into the water with a long walking stick, brought up a stream, then took it in his hand, looked closely, smelled it, and even lit it. Put it in your mouth and taste it.

"No, it doesn't smell anymore, isn't it this? I'm looking for something wrong again?"

The land lord sprinkled a handful of water into the river, then hesitated for a moment and continued to walk up the river.

This is obviously looking for something, Ji Yuan is also a little curious, he also wondered if it is possible to find the same goal as himself, if it is really the same goal, Ji Yuan is not in a hurry to find those words, he has to see What is it that makes the land so sought after.

Although this land lord is short in stature, his movements are actually not slow. After all, he is the land god who connects the veins of the earth, and he steps very fast on the land under his own jurisdiction.

Occasionally, he will disappear directly into the soil, and then look around after appearing in the distance. If it is not for Ji Yuan, he is also a capable person, and ordinary people will definitely lose it.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the Lord of the Land formed a huge circle around him, inspected many places along the way, and then arrived at a large workshop built along the water.

Arriving here, the fragrance of ink in the air is much stronger, and the river next to the workshop will appear half-black from time to time, obviously this is a workshop that produces "Yuanmo".

Yuanmo is the signature treasure of Moyuan County in Tingliang State, and Ji Yuan knew that an authentic piece of "Yuanmo" could fetch a high price in Dazhen.

This is mainly because although Dazhen and Tingliang Kingdoms border each other, they are separated by the stretch of Tingqiu Mountain. Tingqiu Mountain is not only steep and rugged, but also has countless poisonous insects and beasts. The passage is extremely difficult. It is safer to turn to Tingliang State.

Although the diplomatic relations between Dazhen and Tingliang Kingdom are good, business is so difficult that "Yuanmo" is hard to come by. In Dazhen territory, a piece of high-quality Yuanmo is comparable to silver of the same weight. First-class scribe luxury.

Of course, the exquisite and gorgeous wooden carvings and sinking lacquer tribute objects in Dazhen Ning'an County are also extremely valuable in other countries, and the older the objects are, the more sought after they are.

For example, Ji Yuan's yellow flower wood pen holder was made by an authentic old craftsman in Ning'an County. It was more than 200 years old, and now such a 20-year-old pen holder can be sold in places such as Tingliang Kingdom and Tianbao Kingdom. Sky-high prices.

This kind of thought just flashed in Ji Yuan's mind, mainly because he saw the production place of this source ink, as a person who also likes to use brushes and ink, he would also feel a little itchy.

‘Since we’re in Moyuan County, if it’s suitable, I’d like to get a few pieces of Yuanmo to use. '

Similar to the desk clean confession in Ning'an County, and the source ink in Moyuan County, they are all carefully crafted things, and the top-grade ones are all poured into the spirit of the maker, and there is a pious spirit in it, at least in Ji Yuan's view. Such.

This kind of thing, in Ji Yuan's hands, will also recognize its value, and even use it to elicit that special mystery.

There were constant noises from the workshop, apparently engaged in the production of ink sticks and ink ingots, and the Landlord slowed down after arriving here.

The whole workshop has about a dozen rooms, large and small, and a large open space in the front and back. The ink makers move raw materials, change tools, and come in and out. The workshop is very busy.

The land lord didn't go to those crowded places, but walked around the workshop a few times before arriving outside a very large room, and stared at the door for a long time.

"Hehe, it seems that we can make some progress today."

Stretching out his hand to touch the focus of the line of sight, he touched a little ink stain from the door, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and a smile appeared on the face of the land lord.

Ji Yuan has already arrived nearby, but still just watches from a distance.

With his extraordinary hearing ability, Ji Yuan knew that there were no workers busy in the big room where the Landlord stayed. It was relatively large like this, but there were several rooms where no one was inside.

The roof of this house is very thick, and there are many thick straw mat curtains and wooden boards outside. There are even two old quilts shining on the door, which gives people a very "warm" feeling of the house just by looking at it.

The Land Lord habitually looked left and right, and then he slammed his cane on the ground twice, and his body turned into a wisp of green smoke and escaped into the ground. Just like this, Ji Yuan guessed that he was definitely not leaving, but entering the house .

That being the case, Ji Yuan simply jumped over the perimeter of the workshop a few steps, and got close to the outside of the room, but he didn't go in immediately, but listened outside, and at the same time, his eyes widened.

Before I heard anything, two workers were carrying a wooden box covered with cloth to this side. There was a pleasant smell of ink in the box. It was obviously the source ink that was just made, and the quality was not good. low look.

"Go and open the door, I'll carry it."

"good!"

One of the workers ran to the door and lifted the quilt, opened the latch, and then pushed open the heavy door with a "squeak..." pivoting sound.

As soon as the door was opened, a richer fragrance of ink came out from the room.

"Let's go, hang it up and put it on a shelf."

Except for a little light at the door, there are only two small windows in the room where the window paper can let in a little light, and it looks very dark. The two of them almost hurried into the deepest part of the room by touching the wall.

Then take out the ink sticks and ink sticks in the wooden box little by little, and put them on the shelf. Obviously, this is a room dedicated to drying ink.

After the source ink is formed, it needs to be dried. It has extremely strict requirements on the temperature, and it cannot be exposed to direct sunlight. In addition to the good material, it is the excellence of every link that makes the source special.

"Huh? Why is it missing so much?"

"That's right! In the first-class area of ​​this room, didn't there have been at least two hundred high-grade ink ingots to dry before, why, it seems that almost half of them are missing? Could it be that someone from the owner has come to pick up the goods?"

One person was even a little panicked amidst his doubts. If he lost it, it would be a big loss, and the boss would definitely be furious.

"Well, I don't know about this, but, but the ink here has not completely dried, and even if it is dried, it still needs to be trimmed, washed and filled with gold!"

"Oops, I heard that many ink workshops in the county have been stolen recently, and the thieves stole high-quality ink ingots. Could it be that we are also bad thieves?"

"Ah? This! But we only came here half an hour ago, and there were many meetings there. There are so many people in Mofang, and no one has come in. Besides, there are masters in the workshop..."

"We can't decide this matter, go and inform the boss!"

"Let's go..."

The two ink makers hurried out of the house anxiously, and ran towards the house in front of the ink workshop. When they left, the figure of the land master also rose from the indoor floor.

Grasping his crutches, the hunched figure raised his head and scanned the surroundings.

"Hmph! You little thief is set here, and you must be some kind of little monster who washes and steals ink ingots. If you can show up and catch the local land soon, if you can tell one, two, three, the local land will punish you lightly! "

The land lord yelled, seeing nothing happened, sneered, and slammed his crutch lightly on the ground.

"Boom..."

The sound spread throughout the room, and a faint yellow light flashed along with the sound.

All of a sudden, even Ji Yuan who was outside the house felt that the whole house was much "thicker". In Fa's eyes, the house was covered with a layer of yellowish yellow, which seemed as solid as the earth.

Land's questioning sound echoed in the house, but there was no other sound coming out, but at this moment, even if Land didn't notice any abnormal smell at all, it was concluded that there was a problem here based on the words of the two previous ink makers.

"Little thief, if you don't come out again, this house will be set on fire in this land. Let's see if you can bear the fire!"

As soon as these words fell, there was a miraculous effect, and immediately there was a burst of "babbling" noises from all corners of the house, and there were also shrill cursing sounds towards the ground.

"You little old man, if you dare to do this, our elder will definitely beat you to death if you find out!"

"That's right, you old man, it's just a small land, we, we are not afraid of you!"

"Yes, not afraid!" "Not afraid, not afraid!"

"Yes, yes, don't be afraid!" "Let us out quickly."

"Let us out, and we won't be able to complain in front of the Grand Master!"

"But where is the old man?" "The old man is going north!"

"No, it's going west!" "No, it's going north!"

"Yeeeeeeah..." "Wow..."

All of a sudden, the house was full of noise and chaos...

The Land Lord looked surprised. He thought there was only one or at most two spirits, but unexpectedly there seemed to be a large group.

"Hmph! I don't know who your elders are, and I don't know if you are really not afraid of me, but it seems that you are afraid of fire. If you don't let me catch you, I will burn you!"

The land lord snorted coldly, and the crutches hit the ground again with two "dongdong..." sounds. For a while, the room vibrated "rumbling rumbling..." like an earthquake, and the ink ingots on the shelf fell to the ground one after another. It sank into the floor again.

The land lord knew very well that this house was worthless, and what was valuable was the source ink. As long as the ink ingots were there, if the house was burned down, the owner of the ink shop would not lose much.

"If you don't come out again, I can do it."

A flame appeared on the land man's crutches, which made the chattering noise in the room suddenly quiet, and then became even more noisy. The noise of cursing, screaming and discussing was so loud that it was more lively than the vegetable market.