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Volume 1 Chapter 41 Making rhyolite (1)

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    After breaking up with Ai Jiao, Mo Yan returned to the house alone and stared blankly at the tattoo on his arm for a long time.

    If there is anything that can distract him, it must be painting grain stones.

    He picked up a blank Yuan Stone and asked what kind of patterned stone he should make.

    In his mind, he inexplicably remembered the scene of a fiery red figure flying in the sky. With a thought in his mind, he had already made a decision.

    Let¡¯s make air rhyolite.

    This plan has been brewing in Mo Yan's mind for some days. To be precise, it is an improved version of the air flow stone. It does not enhance the function of the stone, but weakens it in a targeted manner.

    As we all know, using air flow stones requires a high level of mental power to perform micro operations. It requires at least a second-level tattoo master. The conditions are very harsh. In the entire Emma City, there will never be more than a second-level master who can skillfully use air flow stones.  Ten people.

    In Mo Yan¡¯s design plan, the focus is to reduce the use conditions of the grain stone, even if it sacrifices some performance, it is worth it.

    I have to say that his idea is very interesting. In the past, other painters improved the air flow stone with the purpose of making it fly faster, more sensitive, and more stable. There is no possibility of actively weakening it.

    ¡°Only Mo Yan would do such a thankless thing.

    He chose a first-order blank elemental stone, which means that what he drew was a first-order patterned stone.

    This is Mo Yan¡¯s plan, to delete and weaken some of the functions of the second-order air rhyolite, and supplement it with the first-order blank elemental stone, so that its operation requirements can be greatly reduced.

    The inspiration comes from the last "hurricane" event, the premise is to control the strength and direction of the airflow.

    Mo Yan prepared a graphite made of fire bird bone powder as the main raw material, and the fiery red lines snaked along the pen tip on the stone surface.

    This is an experimental drawing, and he needs to pay attention to every step in it for reference for next time improvement.

    After only about twenty minutes, he put down the green feather carving pen in his hand. He didn't know whether it was the effect of the new carving pen or the obvious improvement in his painting skills. He was now able to draw the first-order stone pattern quite a lot.  of ease.

    The blood-colored light emitted from the surface of the patterned stone surged, disappeared in a flash, and then returned to calm.

    Once something is made, you won¡¯t know how effective it is until you try it.

    This kind of immature test flight of aerosols is somewhat dangerous. Mo Yan thought of a training ground in the center of the city. There was a room dedicated to practicing aerosols. Various protective measures were arranged in the room to effectively ensure that customers  safety.

    Although he knew that the consumption there was very high, Mo Yan still wanted to try it. Only by understanding the flaws of the grain stone could he make targeted modifications.

    The Tianma Training Ground is a large club that combines entertainment and training. It is said that the owner of the club used to be a famous war tattoo master in the city. He has a strong background and other people do not dare to come and cause trouble, so the business is quite prosperous.

    It took half an hour for Mo Yan to walk into the training ground. After asking the attendant about the situation, he booked a small flight training room for an hour.

    It cost him five hundred francs, and he was looked down upon by the pretty waiter.

    Now, time is real money. He didn't dare to delay. After arriving at the room he booked, he started practicing.

    The room is not big but looks empty. The roof is very high, and the upper, lower, left and right wall panels and floor are covered with a thick layer of sponge. Even if it falls from a height or hits the roof or wall, it will not suffer much damage.  .

    Mo Yan inserted the pattern stone, turned on the activation button, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

    Having felt it, he was overjoyed and felt a subtle push rising from his feet, just as he had designed.

    He quickly used mental control to increase the thrust under his feet, but he did not dare to increase it too much, but slowly increased it.

    Mo Yan¡¯s feet were slowly lifted off the ground. He opened his arms and carefully maintained his balance. In a moment, he reached a height of one meter.

    Forehead¡ª¡ª

    He lowered his head and looked down. It was only at such a small height that even his ankles would not bend if he fell. Naturally, he was not afraid. But no matter how hard he concentrated, he could not rise another meter.

    Although it¡¯s a little embarrassing, I can still fly, even if it¡¯s a little low.

    While Mo Yan comforted himself, he mobilized his mental power to strengthen the airflow behind him, and finally slowly flew forward.

    After all, it was his first time to experience air rhyme. During the flight, he stretched out his hands and swung his body unnaturally from side to side, like a bird.The duck with a thick neck flapped its wings.

    At this time, Mo Yan was like a child, very involved in playing in the flight training room. His dull face was filled with a happy smile. Even Long Er might not be able to recognize Mo Yan at a glance when he saw him.

    The hour came quickly. He licked his lips with unfulfilled interest, resisted the urge to renew, and walked back to the academy with the flight data he had just recorded.

    "It seems like you forgot something?"

    The closer he got to Emma College, the more uneasy Mo Yan became, feeling as if he had forgotten something very important.

    Until I walked into the wooden house and saw a woman with a dark face standing inside, I immediately knew the reason for my uneasiness.

    "Sister Xiaoyu, good morning. How dare I bother you to come here in person? Look at how messed up I am. Hey, I was just about to change my clothes when I went to report to Sister Zhang." Mo Yan looked at her nose, nose and heart with a look on her face.  He said honestly.

    Good morning?  The sun is overhead.

    Maybe it was the shadow in her heart that was causing trouble, Xiaoyu did not take the opportunity to show off, but her voice was slightly helpless, "The preparations for the record have already begun. If you have nothing to do, go to the crew to have a look."

    In Sophie¡¯s singing group, there is a professional record production department. Mo Yan can only be regarded as a soy sauce. Xiaoyu has no hope for him, but she is not willing to let him get a salary in vain.

    It¡¯s such a strange feeling. Why does the other party¡¯s words give him a vague feeling of d¨¦j¨¤ vu?

    Mo Yan shook his head, putting this nonsense thought aside, and then nodded again, "Copy that, I will definitely live up to Sister Xiaoyu's expectations."

    I hope your sister.

    After Xiaoyu brought the words, she didn't want to stay for a moment longer, but she accidentally tripped over the threshold under her feet. Fortunately, she had a good sense of balance, otherwise she would have made a fool of herself immediately. Her face was slightly hot, which accelerated her departure.  Going footsteps.

    "He is indeed an idiot. No wonder he was almost caught last night."

    Looking at the figure leaving in embarrassment, Mo Yan let out a slight sigh.

    The fact is right in front of him. Although he has only met Sophie once, she left him with a smart and capable impression. Since it is not Sophie, then the fool last night can only be Xiaoyu.

    This is Mo Yan¡¯s logic, but is this really the case?

    PS: Today I went out for a drink with a friend I haven¡¯t seen in a few years, and I felt a little dizzy, so I only updated two chapters.

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