Chapter 568: The Skills of the Grand Master Craftsman

The moment he found the historical traces, Lu Yuan gently closed his eyes, and a vague picture emerged in his mind.

Blizzard! That terrible blizzard was the wildest roar of nature.

The sky was covered by thick dark clouds. The originally clear blue had long disappeared, replaced by a chaotic gray and white.

The cold wind whistled like a sharp blade, carrying dense snow particles and beating the ground madly. This "snowflake tree" was swaying on the snow, and its branches scraped against the air, making a sharp sound.

Lu Yuan was so absorbed in this information that he could even feel the temperature in the air and shivered uncontrollably: "It's so cold!"

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

Lu Yuan popped out of the illusion.

"Is this the last moment of the tree? Hmm..."

There is no way, compared with the life of animals, the life of plants is still a little dull.

The former "Farmer No. 1" valley locust, although the lowest level of Zerg, also has its own joys and sorrows, and ultimately recorded a wealth of information.

But in the end, this big tree only had a tiny desire to survive.

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

The Grand Master Craftsman is not omnipotent. This artistic conception is completely different from the "Spiritual Plant Field". Even if his skills are superb, it is still a forced melon that is not sweet.

"Is there no other way?"

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

Visibility dropped to almost zero, and there was only a blurry white vortex in front of my eyes, as if the whole world was swallowed up by the storm. The sound of the wind was like the roar of a wild beast, low and shocking, sometimes mixed with sharp screams, which made people shudder.

In this violent world, life seems so insignificant.

Even worse... no life could survive! The animals in the snow had already hidden in the wind-proof corners, curled up, trying to resist this merciless storm - but without exception, they were all frozen to death.

In a small tree hole in this big tree, there happened to be a few squirrel-like creatures with thick fur, relying on each other for survival.

However, the temperature was too low. In the snowstorm that was rarely seen in a thousand years, the squirrels huddled together, trembling and in awe.

They died and turned into lifeless lumps of ice.

Even this big tree fell down, and its trunk was buried under the snow.

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

"It was a disaster that wiped out all human beings... However, there is something we can use." Lu Yuan's consciousness bounced back to reality from the historical imprint.

He stretched out his hand and dug around in the small tree hole for a long time before finding a strand of squirrel hair, which was white with a hint of gray and had no luster - a lot of it broke when he touched it slightly.

These little animals are not even considered extraordinary life.

But history is so magical. The fate of the squirrel and the fate of the tree are closely linked.

"What can we do... The squirrel must have a stronger desire to survive, but only a hair is left. The big tree only has a little desire to survive, and it can't form a field at all."

"Is it true that I can only use the element of wine and hand in 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. Soon they couldn't help whispering.

"Mr. Lu, when will it start?"

"Be patient."

"Ding Dong~ Friends who need drinks, please feel free to call me." The service robots brought free Coke, Sprite and mineral water.

Some screens were even playing the latest movies to help entertain the bored people.

"You don't understand. This is called observing the fortune of materials. It is a meticulous job." Shu Gongye was proud of himself. Lu Yuan would definitely give an answer. With a guaranteed minimum, everyone was not worried.

The ratman craftsman is an extraordinary person after all, and he must take the opportunity to establish his status as the eldest brother.

“Materials also have luck?” Sure enough, a craftsman took the bait and asked with wide eyes.

"Of course dead things don't have luck. The metal materials that are smelted are actually all the same, but as long as they are biological materials, they all have luck!"

"Their emotions and desires when they were alive, and the changes they made to Pangaea, would all have a negative impact on the material itself."

"Distinguishing the good and bad fortunes is a profound subject that requires a wealth of experience and life experience... As for the corresponding skills, we have naturally developed a lot of them."

It is impossible to publish all the knowledge in Field Industrialization. Many details are the real background.

So the craftsmen looked at him eagerly.

Shu Gongye raised his voice, becoming more and more proud: "I heard that there was a top craftsman who couldn't find the right materials, so he simply smelted his own body, integrating all his luck and flesh and blood."

"That rumor is very terrifying. An ancient myth, the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Jar, was born in this way."

A craftsman with fangs stood up and said, "Thank you for your advice. May I ask how long does it take Grandmaster Lu to create an item?"

"Well, it's pretty much the same as a normal craftsman. How much time it takes depends on how smoothly your train of thought flows."

"Just wait patiently!"

The dwarf craftsmen on the other side listened and discussed it seriously.

"What this mouse said is mysterious. Is it true or false?"

The dwarf was silent for a moment. "Yes, it is a very advanced technology. With the help of the fortune of history, it can achieve great results with little effort."

"But this requires a very big coincidence. Mr. Lu is also a little confused. Does it require more advanced materials?"

"Time is short, this is all we can prepare..."

The rat man immediately refused: "This is disrespectful, don't underestimate the power of the myth master!"

The dwarves were a little embarrassed: "Don't dare...don't dare!"

Lu Yuan heard their argument through the headset and was stunned for a moment. Isn't it good to have high-end materials? Why did they reject me? ...

He turned off his headphones, glanced at the rat man with his eyes slanted, and felt a little angry: "Are you trying to embarrass me, Old Lu?"

The way to retreat is also blocked, so I can only be patient and think seriously.

I closed my eyes again and felt the snowstorm in history - the snow on the ice field was blown up by the strong wind, forming waves of snow, and the overwhelming avalanche rolled and rushed, as if to bury everything.

Only one big tree survived the avalanche, while a family of squirrels in the tree hole had been frozen to death.

Such a scene is completely annihilating everything! "It is indeed challenging!" Lu Yuan gradually became excited.

He has a relaxed vibe to him.

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

It’s not that I’m arrogant or anything. Every creation of a craftsman is precious. Isn’t it a waste if the desire for creativity is used on garbage?

Only difficult challenges can generate his strong passion! Gradually, some interesting ideas came into his mind, and a lot of knowledge in his mind was like bubbles, emerging one by one like a whirlpool.

It includes the various ideas of his companions during the month, the "element of wine", and some of his insights when he created "Farmer No. 1".

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

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

This piece of wood is 6 meters tall and weighs 1.1 tons. It is incredibly hard, and the big crack in the middle is where it split.

Its overall quality is "general grade".

Lu Yuan called two dwarf inspectors to carry the wood to the machine tool: "Choose this one, help me."

The two strong dwarves grunted as they carried the wood, asking, "Do you have any ideas? Isn't the quality of this snowflake wood too low? This is only average grade."

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

The dwarf inspector spread his hands helplessly and said, "I don't know. We bought this wood from another civilization. It may have changed hands many times. It's hard to trace the original owner."

"Or maybe we can get a better one? We still have a lot of this snowflake wood."

Although these inspectors are also craftsmen, their level is still judged by their quality.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In their opinion, rare grade is stronger than ordinary grade.

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

"Otherwise, the corpse is more useful than wood."

He replied, "No, this one is enough. Get me some minerals with stronger ice properties, but they don't have to be too good."

Lu Yuan turned around again, selected a piece of wood with a stronger life attribute, and began to carve a few squirrels that depended on each other for survival.

His idea was simple, to restore a story that had happened in history: in a blizzard, the squirrels were shivering in the tree holes, and this snowflake tree was holding on against the strong wind.

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

Shelter area.

Who stipulated that we must build a spiritual planting area?

"You must really want to live."

"Even though you all died in the end, leaving only a tiny bit of fluff behind, I will still create a shelter for you that can keep you out of the wind and snow, okay?"

Starting from all these points, Lu Yuan was like a homeless man wearing thin clothes in a snowstorm, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky and feeling the severe 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 my hand became more and more lifelike, like a living creature.

But instead, Lu Yuan looked like he was about to freeze to death.

…

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

It turned out that Lu Yuan was just carving a squirrel, which was really confusing.

What's more, he didn't use any profound forging techniques, he just carved the squirrel vividly.

What’s even more weird is that Lu Yuan himself is shaking constantly... This is really too weird.

Shu Gongye explained with a grin: "This is called integrating artistic conception! The energy left by history is enormous. Making good use of this energy is the key to improving the material level!"

"I'd like to hear more about it!"

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

"But craftsmen can actually use the energy of space-time tides, that is, they can draw on the imprints of history. A powerful craftsman can be a third-level civilization all by himself!"

"Of course, it is extremely difficult to do this."

"I see." The craftsmen from other races were skeptical.

On the other side, Rock Fist Deep Furnace touched his chin. He also knew this.

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

Moreover, these extraordinary materials were all provided by the dwarves. The plants in the North live in a bitter and cold land, so it is almost impossible for them to have a mood that is particularly suitable for creating a "spiritual plant field".

"Being able to use this method at will... is indeed... somewhat magical."

"But can he really do it?"

Unknowingly, the ratman craftsman had aroused great expectations among the crowd.

This is actually not a good thing, because the higher the expectations, the easier it is to be disappointed. The craftsmen on the human side were sweating and quickly told the rat people to shut up.

…

Three hours later, four squirrels, one big and three small, were completed. They seemed to be beating in Lu Yuan's palm, emitting surging vitality.

Thoughts begin to fly.

Inspiration is bursting out.

Lu Yuan seemed to be trapped in a time thousands or tens of thousands of years ago.

He braved the snowstorm and when he was about to freeze to death, he found a shelter - a tree that was not too big, but still quite tough.

"If you could be stronger, maybe you could protect more people."

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

This time, real skills were used. Lu Yuan did not use any forging tools. He only used his own "Eternal Fire" fire carving method to retain the original properties of the object as much as possible.

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

After being dormant for thousands of years, the life attributes began to awaken quietly.

…

"What are you doing?" The ordinary craftsmen's vision was blocked by the bark and they could not understand anything.

Only Yanquan Shenlu, who possessed the "Eye of the Sage", squinted his eyes and saw the inside of the wood. Strange energy circuits gathered on the wood's annual rings.

Those long-dormant idealistic energies seemed to be activated one after another, like a dead tree coming back to life in spring.

He studied this magical method for a long time.

Finally, he sighed and said, "I don't understand. I have no idea what he is doing."

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(End of this chapter)