Broken Night

Chapter 39 - Delivery

Although his movements are slow, there is a feeling of flowing water. Mo watched Xu Yan's engraving in a casual and relaxed manner. In fact, the movement of the engraving had already been played back hundreds of times in his mind. This is a kind of awareness training in the mind, which can improve the success rate of engraving.

The engraving in the forging is extremely critical, and there is no suspense.

Even if it is crooked by half a point, it will be completely destroyed, so there is no fault tolerance.

Even Qiao Zhigang held his breath subconsciously and looked at Xu Yan nervously.

However, although Xu Yan's face was serious and solemn, there was no sense of tension.

Just like a calligraphy master, writing his best handwriting.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen minutes passed.

Xu Yan's body began to turn red.

It seems that it is just the movement of the arm, but using a tricky way to use the force of the tattoo in front of the first palace is a huge burden on the body. Not to mention that engraving requires the ultimate concentration of the unity of spirit, energy and spirit, which is a kind of physical consumption. Its consumption is no different from intense exercise.

But even though his heart was suffering inhuman pain, his expression remained focused.

Finally, his hand had reached the end of the stick.

One stroke and one stroke.

Xu Yan fell to the ground, enduring the pain like a sea tide.

hum...

The lines on the stick lit up with dazzling colors, and Qiao Zhigang looked at the scene in disbelief!

done!

It really did!

hum...

There was another buzzing sound, and all the brilliance dissipated, as if there was only a sea city building in front of him.

Qiao Zhigang was sluggish, failed? Success or failure?

After a moment, Xu Yan slowly stood up, and the red color on his body slowly dissipated. He wiped the sweat from his bald head and grinned, "We succeeded!"

Qiao Zhigang looked at Xu Yan with admiration in his eyes.

Finally, he got down on his knees: "Qiao Zhi just met the master!"

For the past four years, Xu Yan has been lobbying Qiao Zhigang to become his apprentice. If it was said that he just had the idea of ​​finding someone to fight, after seeing Qiao Zhigang's temperament, Xu Yan felt that he was very suitable to be his disciple.

It's just that Xu Yan's age is here, and even though he has demonstrated his demon-like forging experience and skills, Qiao Zhigang still can't save the face to worship a child as his teacher.

until now.

With the age of the weak crown, the strength of the pattern is less than that of the first palace, and the pattern is engraved for the second-order pattern soldier. This kind of strength is simply a miraculous skill. If he misses it again because of his self-esteem, Qiao Zhigang simply can't forgive himself.

"Hey, finally figured it out?" Xu Yan raised his eyebrows proudly.

…………

the next day.

In the teacher's room, Zuo Chengzhe's face twitched slightly.

He found that his aura that could make the baby stop crying had no effect in front of Xu Yan. Xu Yan's attitude towards him became more and more casual, and he even got along with his peers. With the appearance of a ten-year-old with a big bald head... The strong contrast made Zuo Chengzhe uncomfortable.

"What are you thinking about again?"

Xu Yan was carrying a long box on his back, hehe smiled: "It's nothing, just sent a letter to the Chen family." Then he patted the long box behind him: "The tattoo is in hand, I want to follow The Chen family has settled this matter. But after all, I am too weak, and I have to be shielded from the wind and rain by my teacher.”

Zuo Chengzhe also looked at the box behind Xu Yan in surprise when he heard this. Did he really get it?

Where did this guy get the second-order tattoo soldier?

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

…………

The place where they finally agreed to meet was the reception room in Chengyun Academy.

The visitor was exactly the same as before, and the one who met was also Zuo Chengzhe accompanying Xu Yan.

The difference from last time may be the lack of the set of tea and the addition of the long box.

Chen Qing sat in the middle.

Sitting on both sides was the shopkeeper who had seen it before. On the other hand, there is an old man. In his hands, like Zuo Chengzhe, he was tightly tied with a black cloth belt.

Impressively, he is a person with two palace lines.

Chen Qing looked at the box with a disdainful smile on his face.

How could a ten-year-old child with no background get a second-order tattoo?

You must know that in the world of tattoos, the strong are respected.

But you are welcome to say that the tattooists of the first and second houses still account for the vast majority of the world. Therefore, the first and second-order tattooed soldiers are also the most desired. Because of thirst, its price is high. Ordinary people, it is impossible to even see the shadow of the tattooed soldier, let alone possess it.

Take a second-order tattooed soldier to compensate?

joke.

Xu Yan touched his bald head. Although his voice was serious, it still sounded a little childish: "Okay, the tattoo is here. Please click."

He pushed his hand forward, and his desk made an unpleasant creak.

The shopkeeper behind him had a strange look in his eyes, but he remained silent.

Chen Qing sneered: "I hope it's not a joke." He was about to pick up the box and open it, but his hands froze.

His hands that were going to hold the long box suddenly froze, and he couldn't hold it!

"What?" Chen Qing looked ugly: "Could it be that you put a stone in it?"

The shopkeeper beside him couldn't stand it any longer, so he stretched out his hand to open the box.

Bear!

The box had just been opened, and a fiery breath was exhaled from it.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up suddenly.

This breath is not the attribute of the tattooed soldier, but the way of making it.

Fire forge!

From this breath alone, countless shopkeepers in the military parade have been able to determine that this is a tattooed soldier made through fire forging.

The box is fully opened.

A long stick lay quietly on the fleece.

The whole body of the long stick is dark, but there is no pattern on it, only in the center of the stick, there are patterns like clouds.

The pattern was only a few short strokes, and it looked like a small cloud the size of a slap, which looked very cute.

Chen Qing glanced at it and sneered: "This is a second-order tattooed soldier? If there is no tattoo, can it be called a tattooed soldier?" The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, but stopped talking.

Xu Yan sighed, and then said in a strange tone: "Well... this Mr. Butler. You are not the main management of tattoos, right?" Chen Qing snorted: "The Chen family is a big and famous family, I As his steward, he naturally won't interfere in everything."

Xu Yan nodded: "That's it. You should take this tattoo back and let a professional appraise it. With Teacher Zuo here, and your Chen family is a big and famous family, I'm not afraid of you being rude." In his words, he also specially emphasized the "big and famous family".

Chen Qing was still waiting to speak, but was pulled by the shopkeeper beside him and shook his head at him.

Chen Qing snorted and looked at the old man beside him: "Take it."

Before leaving, he squinted and stared at Xu Yan with dangerous eyes: "If the final identification is not a second-order tattoo soldier, I will let you know the anger of our Chen family."

Xu Yan didn't take it seriously, and even ignored him: "Teacher Zuo, how are you and Teacher Hua?" Zuo Chengzhe's face twitched again, and he even started gossiping before others left.

When Chen Qing saw this, his face turned red with anger, and he snorted heavily and walked away.