#581 - The skills of the master of craftsmen

The moment he found the marks of history, Lu Yuan closed his eyes gently and a blurry picture appeared in his mind.

snowstorm!

The terrifying snowstorm was the wildest roar of nature.

The sky was covered by heavy dark clouds, and the originally clear blue had long disappeared without a trace, replaced by a chaotic grayish white.

The cold wind roared like a sharp blade, sweeping over, wrapped in dense snow particles, slapped the earth frantically. This "snowflake tree" was shaking on the snow, with branches scratching with the air, making a sharp sound.

Lu Yuan was addicted to this information, deeply trapped in it, and even felt the temperature coming from the air, and couldn't help but shivering: "It's so cold!"

The blizzard lasted for a long time, and the snowflake tree finally broke with a "click" and life came to its final end.

Lu Yuan bounced out of the illusion.

"This is the last moment of the big tree? Uh..."

There is no way, the life of plants is still a little weak compared to animals.

The former "Farmer 1" valley locust, although it was the lowest Zerg, also had its own joys, angers, sorrows, and the information recorded in the end was quite rich.

But in the end, this big tree only has a little desire to survive.

"No, it's too difficult to generate a field with this monotonous blizzard." Lu Yuan frowned.

The master of craftsmen is not omnipotent. This artistic conception is completely different from the "spiritual plant field". No matter how superb his skills are, he is still very frustrated.

"Can you only have to go another way?"

Lu Yuan was not in a hurry, took a deep breath, and once again felt the "blizzard" that had happened.

The visibility almost dropped to zero, and there was only a blurry white vortex in front of me, as if the whole world was swallowed up by this storm. The sound of the wind is like the roar of a wild beast, low and shocking, sometimes mixed with sharp hissings, making people shudder.

In this violent world, life seems so small.

And even... no life can survive!

The animals in the snow had already hid in the corner of sheltering wind, curled up, trying to withstand this ruthless storm - without exception, they were all frozen to death.

In a small tree hole in this big tree, there are exactly a few squirrel-like creatures with thick fur, dependent on each other.

However, the temperature was too low. Under the blizzard that was rare in a thousand years, the squirrels hurried together, trembling and in awe.

They died and turned into lifeless ice lumps.

Even this big tree fell down, and its torso was buried in snow.

In this chaos, time seems to have lost its meaning, leaving only the roar of wind and snow and the silence of the ice field, intertwining into a silent song of heaven and earth.

"It's really a disaster that people have destroyed... However, there is a little room to use." Lu Yuan's consciousness bounced back to reality from the marks of history.

He stretched out his hand and dug it in the small tree hole for a long time. He found a strand of squirrel's hair, with a trace of gray in the white, without any luster - and after a slight touch, it broke a lot.

These small animals are not even considered extraordinary lives.

But history is so magical, the fate of squirrels and the fate of big trees are closely linked.

"What should I do... The squirrel must have a stronger desire to survive, but only one hair is left. The big tree only has a little desire to survive and cannot form a field at all."

"Can you really only use the wine element to deliver an imperfect answer?" Lu Yuan was a little puzzled.

...

Most of the onlookers were not craftsmen. They waited patiently for a long time, and Lu Yuan did almost nothing and soon couldn't help but whisper.

"Mr. Lu, when will it start?"

"Be patient."

"Dingdong~ Friends who need drinks, please feel free to greet me." The service robot brought free Coke, Sprite, and mineral water.

Several screens even played the latest movies, which were considered to relieve boredom for everyone.

"You don't understand it now. This is called observing the fortune of the materials. It is a meticulous job." Rat Worker was proud now. Anyway, Lu Yuan could definitely give the answer. With a guaranteed guarantee, everyone is not worried.

A rat craftsman is a stranger at all, and he must take the opportunity to establish his position as a senior brother.

"The materials also have fortune?" Sure enough, a craftsman took the bait and asked with his eyes wide open.

"Of course, dead objects have no fortune. The smelted metal materials are actually similar, but as long as they are biological materials, they have fortune!"

"Their seven emotions and six desires when they are alive will bring feedback to the changes in Pangu Continent."

"Distinguishing the quality of these fortunes is a great subject, which requires rich experience and life experience... and we naturally have developed a lot of corresponding skills."

"Field Industrialization" naturally cannot publish all the knowledge. Many details are the real foundation.

So the craftsmen looked at him with a gaze.

The Rat Worker raised his voice and became more and more proud: "I heard that there are top craftsmen who can't find any suitable materials, so they simply smelted their body and integrated all their fortunes and flesh."

"The rumors are very terrifying. This is how an ancient myth, the God-Swallowing God, was born."

A craftsman with fangs stood up and said, "I've been taught. How long does Grand Master Lu usually take to create an item?"

"Well, it's almost the same as a normal craftsman. The amount of time depends on whether the thinking is smooth."

"Just wait patiently!"

The dwarf craftsmen on the other side listened and began to discuss it solemnly.

"What the mouse said is mysterious, is it true or false."

The Dwarf Ingenious Man was silent for a moment: "This is a very high-end technology. With the help of historical fortunes, a big move will be achieved."

"But this requires a very big coincidence. Mr. Lu is also in trouble. Do you need more advanced materials?"

"Time is in a hurry, so we can only prepare for this..."

The Rat Man immediately refused: "This is a look down on people, don't underestimate the strength of the Grand Master of Myths!"

The dwarves were a little embarrassed: "I dare not...I dare not!"

When Lu Yuan heard their argument through the headphones, he was a little stunned for a while. Is it not good to have high-end materials? Why did he refuse it?

...

He turned off his headphones, glanced at the rat man with his eyes slanted, and felt a little angry: "Are you making things difficult for me, Lao Lu!"

The way to retreat was blocked, so I could only be patient and think carefully.

Close your eyes again and feel the blizzard in history - the snow on the ice field was blown up by the strong wind, forming snow waves, the overwhelming avalanche rolled and rushing, as if to bury everything.

Only one big tree insisted on it in the avalanche, and the squirrel family in the tree hole had been frozen to death.

Such a scene is completely extinct!

"It's indeed challenging!" Lu Yuan gradually became excited.

He himself has a sense of slackness.

"Simple things are boring" is the real thought deep in his heart.

It’s not about arrogance or something. Every creation of a craftsman is precious. If the desire for creation is used on garbage, isn’t it a waste?

Only difficult challenges can he develop that deep passion!

Gradually, some interesting thoughts arose in his mind, and a lot of knowledge in his mind was like bubbles, one by one, like vortexes.

This includes his companions' various fantasies in a month, "wine elements", and some of his insights when he created "Farmer 1".

He took out a forging tool from the package, a pair of gloves called "Dust of History", the legendary level is specially used to feel the "historical fortune".

After putting on the gloves, I raised the piece of wood with historical marks with both hands and stroked the rough bark full of bumps. The mysterious historical marks were indeed clearer.

This wood is 6 meters tall in total, weighs 1.1 tons, and has an amazing hardness. The large crack in the middle is where it cracks.

Its comprehensive quality is "general".

Lu Yuan greeted the two dwarf inspectors and moved the wood to the machine tool: "Just choose it, help me."

These two strong dwarves were carrying the car "hum" and asked, "Did you already have a idea? Is the quality of this snow tree too low? This is just average."

"No, this quality is just right. I wonder where the little animals in this tree hole went?" Lu Yuan pointed to a small hole in the middle of the tree.

The dwarf inspector, helplessly, spread his hands: "I don't know, we bought this wood from other civilizations, and we may have sold it many times in the middle. It is difficult to trace who the original owner was."

"Or change to a better one? There are many more snow trees like this."

Although these inspectors are also craftsmen, they are still at the level of judging by quality.

In their opinion, the rare level is stronger than the average level.

Lu Yuan sighed in his heart: "What a pity, the original owner of this tree didn't know the goods and threw the corpses of the squirrels out."

"Otherwise, the corpse will be more useful than wood."

He replied, "No, this one is good. You can get me some minerals with stronger ice attributes, so there is no need to be too good."

Lu Yuan turned his head again, picked a piece of wood with relatively strong life attributes, and began to carve a few squirrels who depended on each other.

His idea is very simple, to restore the story that happened in history: in the snowy weather, the squirrels hid in the tree holes and shivered, and this snowflake tree was struggling with the strong wind.

As for how to construct the artistic conception of the field? It's simple, create a shelter.

Sheltered field.

Who has stipulated that it is necessary to build a spiritual plant field?

"You guys must want to survive."

"Although you eventually died, leaving only a trace of tiny fluff, I still create a shelter for you that can shelter from the wind and snow, okay?"

Starting along with all this, Lu Yuan was like a homeless man wearing thin clothes in a blizzard. He watched the snowflakes all over the sky, and felt the cold invading his skin bit by bit and flowing into his heart.

Death is coming soon.

But when can I find shelter?

His expression also became painful, his limbs began to tremble, and his face turned purple.

The wood chips flew, and the squirrel in his hand became more and more lifelike, like a living thing.

But instead, Lu Yuan seemed to be about to be frozen to death.

...

Seeing Lu Yuan start carving, all the craftsmen widened their eyes, trying to see some clues from it.

As a result, Lu Yuan was just carving a squirrel, which was simply confusing.

Moreover, he did not use some profound forging skills, but just carved the squirrel vividly.

What's even more strange is that Lu Yuan himself was shaking constantly... This is really weird.

The Rat Gongye explained: "This is called integrating into the artistic conception! The energy retained by history is huge, and making good use of this energy is the key to improving the material level!"

"I hope to hear it carefully!"

"The essence of civilization points is space-time tidal energy. A typical symbol of third-level civilization is the utilization of civilization points."

"But craftsmen can actually use space-time tidal energy, that is, relying on the marks of history. A powerful craftsman, by himself, is a level 3 civilization!"

"Of course, it's extremely difficult to do this."

"So that's it." Craftsmen from other races were skeptical.

Rock Fist and Shenlu on the other side touched his chin, and he knew this.

But knowing and being able to do it are two different things.

What's more, these extraordinary materials are all provided by dwarves. Plants in the northern border live in bitter and cold places, and it is almost impossible to have an artistic conception that is particularly suitable for the creation of "spiritual plant fields".

“It’s really…a bit amazing to be able to use this method at will.”

"But, can he really do it?"

Before we knew it, the rat craftsman brought great expectations to everyone.

This is actually not a good thing, because the higher the expectations, the easier it is to be disappointed. The craftsmen on humans sweated faintly and quickly shut up the rat man.

...

Three hours later, one big, three small, and four squirrels were finished, as if they were beating in Lu Yuan's palm, emitting a surging vitality.

Thoughts begin to fly.

Inspiration is bursting out.

Lu Yuan seemed to have fallen into the time tens of thousands of years ago.

He faced the blizzard and was about to freeze to death, he found a shelter - a not too big tree, but still tough.

"If you can be stronger, maybe you can protect a lot."

He walked towards that big tree and began to transform it.

This time I used real skills. Lu Yuan did not use any forging tools. He only used his own "eternal fire" fire engraving method, retaining the original attributes of the item as much as possible.

The power of the fire seeped into the body of this big tree.

The life attributes that have been sleeping for thousands of years have begun to quietly wake up.

...

"What are you doing?" The ordinary craftsman's vision was blocked by the bark of the tree, and he could not understand the clues.

Only the Rock Fist Deep Furnace, which has the "Eye of the Sage", squinted her eyes and saw the inside of this wood, where strange energy circuits gathered on the annual rings of the wood.

Those idealistic energy that have been sleeping for a long time seem to be activated like a dead tree in spring.

He has studied this magical method for a long time.

Finally, he sighed: "I can't understand, I have no idea what he is doing."

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