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Volume 1 Chapter 9 Inheritance

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    A few days later.

    But Mo Yan still couldn¡¯t figure out whether he made a profit or a loss that day.

    Making the first piece of patterned stone with his own hands, no matter how the process was, should have been a joyful thing, but he was never happy.

    The house has been tidied up, but the traces left by the storm can still be seen.

    Regardless of the damage caused in that storm, or the tattoo tool that had expired, even if the newly made tattoo stone ran out of energy, he could just pretend he didn't see it, and at worst, he could just start over.

    But the biggest problem is, who can he sell it to? A good piece of weak air flow stone is turned into a hurricane stone by him, and it is a one-time use. This is really unkind.

    Is this considered a success or a failure?

    At best, he has invented a new pattern stone, which deserves encouragement. Is there any applause?

    But in terms of actual performance, this is an out-and-out failure, and no one may want to give it away.

    There is no way to solve the problem, just to figure out the principle of the last texture.

    Looking at the inconspicuous stone, Mo Yan felt very conflicted. There was always an indescribable feeling, but he had to make a decision.

    "Unlock the first-level authority." A slightly deep voice came from his mouth.

    Although this stone had caused him two major losses, he could never forget the first time he witnessed the successful activation of the patterned stone. The inexplicable touch had penetrated into his bones.

    No matter how high the price is.

    He still has no regrets

    "The data transfer is completed, and the remaining permissions are insufficient and cannot be displayed."

    I don¡¯t know how long it took before Mo Yan recovered from his stone statue-like state.

    He poured himself a glass of water and leaned quietly on the chair.

    Under his peaceful face was a huge shock. A large number of pictures and information poured into his mind, giving him an unparalleled impact.

    Especially those unfamiliar lines with simple lines are more like tailor-made for him, which greatly makes up for the shortcomings of his own lack of mental scale.

    There are also some unknown graphite ratios and a complete grain stone simulation diagram, which are still too far away for him.

    Learning to make textured stones is a rather boring thing. In addition to the boring theoretical knowledge, the drawing of textures requires a lot of practice to become familiar with it.

    But Mo Yan enjoyed it, diving into the ocean of knowledge like a sponge, enriching himself all the time.

    Triangular drive, X-line sensing, transverse wave amplification

    Each and every micro-texture he had never seen before, like poppies, firmly attracted his mind.

    Rough, this may be the first thought of every person who comes into contact with these lines for the first time. From a modern perspective, the single circuit of these lines has no sense of beauty at all. If he had not witnessed the violent scene of the hurricane, he would not have even seen it.  I doubt whether these can be called textures.

    Facts have proved that these lines are not only effective, but also have special effects. He has already gone out of his way to buy a lot of blank yuan stones to take home, specifically to practice drawing these strange circuits, which is the first step to mastering this knowledge.  Just learn to draw it skillfully.

    This is the work of water mill, there is no need to rush. The deeper you accumulate now, the greater your benefits will be in the future.

    "Xiao Mo, you finally got rid of the rags in the house. Brother, I told you before, tidy up the house and dress it up. Otherwise, if brother introduces you to a girlfriend, you will be scared away.  "

    This was the aftermath of the last hurricane. Almost all the trivial things at home were smashed. Mo Yan had to go out and buy a new set of tools. In the grocery store, he met his colleague Liu Wei, who was also a temporary worker in the college.  .

    This person just talks a little carelessly, but he doesn¡¯t mean anything bad.

    Liu Wei comes from a good family. The annual rent from the two small rental buildings next to the college is enough for him to eat and drink. This job is just a pastime for him.

    In this circle, Liu Wei has a good reputation and is very loyal. I remember that when he was drunk last time, he boasted about introducing a girlfriend to Brother Mo, but later there was no news. Today he heard the other party mention this matter again. He  It's really embarrassing.

    Now he doesn¡¯t have the energy to think about this, so he can only apologize and say: ¡°Which aunt would like me like this? Hehe, it just so happens that I haven¡¯t had time recently, so it¡¯s not urgent. It¡¯s really not urgent.¡±

    Liu Wei squinted his eyes, not sure if this kid would say something sarcastic again. If word got out,It would be bad if your reputation is ruined. He put his hands together and said in a final tone: "That's it. I'll help you date someone next weekend. It's up to you whether you can get it done or not."

    After saying that, he patted the other party's shoulder with all his strength, as if to say that he should be more loyal, and walked away without waiting for a reply.

    Mo Yan touched his shoulder and inadvertently showed a wry smile. In fact, with his current income, he could barely keep up with the middle-level people in the city. In addition, he had a pretty good-looking appearance, and his conditions were pretty good. It was just that he usually had a chicken on his head.  His wotou is rarely repaired every few days, and he wears the cheapest street stall goods. It would be strange for a girl to fall in love with him.

    It¡¯s a pity that if he doesn¡¯t have this ambition, he will have to live up to Liu Wei¡¯s kindness.

    Back in the room, Mo Yan quickly picked up the carving pen again and drew individual lines one after another on the blank Yuan Stone.

    He was focused, his movements were meticulous, he kept repeating the same movements, and the corners of his mouth tilted unconsciously, enjoying the happiness.

    If anyone familiar with this scene sees this, they will probably sigh in their hearts, maybe he really is a genius.

    The blank Yuan stones are covered with dense lines. Whether he understands it or not, he must remember it first and consolidate it through continuous practice. This is the learning habit he has developed all along.

    He doesn¡¯t have the talent of others, but he can work harder than others to get closer to each other.

    I don¡¯t know whether it¡¯s due to lack of authority or incompleteness of the stone itself. The descriptions of these textures in the information are very brief. Some even only tell a name. The performance and principle are not specified, so you have to explore by yourself.

    This is another huge project that requires a lot of time, energy and even money to do various experiments. The effort is proportional to the gain. For him, this is also an excellent learning opportunity.

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