Ye Mo used to be just an ordinary warrior in the Kyushu Continent. He didn't have much experience, and he couldn't understand the mystery of this ancient painting.
But it's different now. Ye Mo has come to Donglailing Island and seen all kinds of strange spiritual creatures in Donglaixian Village.
"In this ancient painting, the few lonely grain grasses in the field look so familiar!"
Ye Mo looked carefully at the tiny grains of grain and grass in the field in the painting.
Although the grain and grass were extremely small, with his current eyesight, he could see them clearly, and he couldn't help but look shocked.
"These grains and grasses are not extraordinary grains, but they are exactly the same as the spiritual grains grown in the spiritual fields of Donglailing Island!"
"Could this ancient fairy village painting scroll be painted by this immortal cultivator? Otherwise, why would it be so similar to the real fairy village?"
"It might even be a magic weapon used by immortal cultivators?"
"Yes, that must be the case! Only the magic weapon of a cultivator can be invulnerable to swords and water and fire. Why did I only think of such a simple truth now?"
Ye Mo held the ancient painting scroll in both hands, thinking about it, and his expression suddenly became excited.
This ancient painting had been around him since he was a child and was so familiar that he didn't even think about it as a magical weapon.
It was only now, when he saw the spiritual wood fence in the ancient painting and several spiritual valley trees in the field, that he thought that the ancient painting might be a magical weapon.
Since it is a magic weapon used by monks, pouring magic power into the magic weapon should work.
As soon as Ye Mo thought of this, he immediately activated the magic power in his body and poured it into the ancient painting.
Soon, the ancient painting scroll absorbed a large amount of mana, faded away from its old and simple color, and began to bloom with a spiritual luster.
"It is indeed a magic weapon!"
Ye Mo was overjoyed.
In the past ten years, Ye Mo has tried countless methods, but has never found that the ancient painting scroll has any effect other than being invulnerable to swords and guns, and invulnerable to water and fire.
This ancient painting is too mysterious. Although Ye Mo has long known that it is not a mortal thing, there is a treasure mountain in the sky, but he doesn't know how to use it.
Now, he can finally try to use it.
Ye Mo poured all his mana into it, but soon he was shocked to find that the mana pouring out of his body was like a bottomless pit that could not be filled up.
"Is it because my magic power is too weak to control it?"
Ye Mo was shocked.
When he uses the Golden Spirit Sword, he only needs a small amount of mana to make the Golden Spirit Sword spit out sword light and exert extremely strong lethality. Compared with the mana required to use the Golden Spirit Sword to use this ancient painting,
It's just a drop in the ocean, incomparable.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and a large piece of black iron ore next to the ancient painting scroll disappeared.
"Huh!"
Ye Mo showed surprise again.
Behind the small hut in this picture, there is an open space. There is an extra small stone in the open space. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find anything extra.
Ye Mo has looked at this painting countless times, and he clearly remembers every detail of every plant and tree in it. Originally, there were no pebbles in this open space.
"Did the black iron stone go into the ancient painting?"
Ye Mo was shocked. After thinking about it, he picked up another piece of third-level black iron ore and threw it on the ancient painting.
This time he saw it clearly. When the ore was a few inches away from the ancient painting, a ripple seemed to appear on the ancient painting. With a flash of light, the ore disappeared out of thin air.
Then, there was an extra pebble behind the hut.
"Dark iron ore can be put into ancient paintings?! You can't go wrong!"
Ye Mo's face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.
"Could it be that this ancient painting scroll can be used to store things? Dark iron ore can also be placed in it!"
"The magic weapon of an immortal cultivator is extremely magical. It's not surprising that this ancient painting scroll can store items. However, how can I take out the items when I put them in?"
"It is said that monks use their spiritual consciousness to move items in their storage bags. I will try it too!"
Ye Mo released his spiritual thoughts, scanned the ancient painting, and quickly and clearly touched the two small stones on it.
"come out!"
Ye Mo thought, and a piece of ore suddenly appeared in his hand. At the same time, a pebble was missing from the ancient painting.
"If that's true, this ancient painting scroll can store items like a storage bag!"
Ye Mo's eyes brightened and he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.
"Take it~, take it all in!"
Ye Mo immediately put the fourth-order black iron ore and all the third-order black iron ore into the ancient painting scroll.
There are only some first-level black iron ores left in the backpack. When he comes here to mine, he always takes some ore to report to the supervisor.
"Haha, it's done! It's done! City Lord Zou, I'm sorry. Anyway, you own the entire fairy village and you don't lack these 1,800 kilograms of ore. I can only accept it with a smile!
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Ye Mo laughed, tied the ancient painting around his waist again, and put it away close to his body.
I have been mining non-stop for seven or eight hours today. I have already reached the limit of my physical strength, but I just persisted. After the intense excitement, Ye Mo felt a little drowsy.
"There should be no mine slaves to disturb the abandoned mine tunnels here! Take a nap first and get enough sleep before digging."
Ye Mo leaned half against the stone wall, put the dark iron stone in his backpack aside, and gradually fell asleep. After a few breaths, his breathing became gentle and long.
As a cultivator, his senses and consciousness are extremely sharp.
Even in such a deep sleep, as soon as a mine slave approaches or makes a slight movement, he will immediately feel the sensation and wake up. There is no need to worry too much about safety.
Of course, if those high-level monks who made him unable to sense were to deal with him, it would be difficult for him to deal with them even if he was awake, so there is no need to worry.
I slept for three hours.
This is a truly deep sleep. When you wake up, your tired body has been completely restored and your lost mind has been fully replenished.
Ye Mo quickly took out the ancient painting and looked at it. When he saw that all the black iron ore was inside, he breathed a sigh of relief. This was not a dream.
Suddenly I discovered that my ancient painting was a magic weapon, and it could also store things. No one else would be able to calm down with such a treasure.
It took Ye Mo a full day to calm down his excitement. It was very rare to be able to calm down in such a short period of time.
He continued to mine in the mine.
Originally, Ye Mo was thinking about digging ore in the mine for a few months, or even half a year, to earn dozens of spirit stones, and then leave the mining area to buy vitality pills and rune seals, and then earn money by hunting sea monsters.
More spirit stones.
But now, he discovered that ancient paintings can actually store minerals, so there is no need to stay in the mine for so long. Staying in the mine for dozens of spiritual stones for more than half a year without being able to practice is a waste of time.
He plans to collect all the third-level black iron ore, the second-order black iron ore and above, and a small part of the first-order black iron ore into ancient paintings, and only hand over one-third of the ores.
One-third of the amount is exactly the amount of mining for an ordinary monk, so that he will not arouse the suspicion of the supervisor.
Ye Mo planned to stay in the mine for about half a month, dig enough ore, and then leave with the ore in the ancient painting.
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Less than half a month later, Ye Mo had eaten up all the dry food and water he had brought with him. He occasionally went out to eat and spent most of his time mining.
The first-level black iron ore he dug exceeds three thousand kilograms. He can go to the supervisor to exchange it for a spiritual stone.
The remaining five or six thousand kilograms of second-order and third-order black iron ore were naturally received into the ancient fairy village painting scroll.
Ye Mo transported the three thousand kilograms of iron ore in the basket on his back out of the mine in three batches. With his current strength, it was not too strenuous to carry this weight.
Outside the mine, the sun is blazing brightly at noon.
"It's obviously more than 300 kilograms of ore, how can you weigh out 280 kilograms?"
As soon as Ye Mo walked out of the mine, he heard a mine slave angrily questioning the supervisor of the scale mine.
"We have been using this steel scale for decades, and it has never made any mistakes. There will never be any problems! If it weighs 280 kilograms, it means 800 kilograms! You are a new mining slave, what do you know?"
The supervisor who weighed the scale said lazily.
Recently, there have been many new faces of mining slaves in the mine. The mining slave in front of me is the new person here.
"You despicable people, I'm going to ask the supervisor for an explanation!"
The mine slave was furious and pointed at the supervisor and cursed. However, it was just a bluff. Unless there was a riot, the mine slave would not dare to provoke the supervisor.
Ye Mo was standing behind the mine slave to weigh himself.
"It's such a hot day, why are you making such a fuss?"
The young monk who registered Ye Mo's name walked up from the stone room in the distance and shouted coldly.
"Supervisor!"
The new mining slave suddenly showed a look of fear and cowering. However, the mining slave still mustered up the courage and said angrily, "A few days ago, you personally promised that you would not be short of anything. I have more than three hundred
How come you only weighed 2,800 kilograms of ore?"
"Haha! Three hundred kilograms? This is your own estimate. How can a scale be accurate? All the mines on Donglailing Island use large scales issued by the city lord's palace. You, a mining slave, dare to question the city lord
Mansion?
As for the promise I made, I promised to accurately record your mining volume and exchange for meat patties according to the volume. It will not change. After weighing it, write it down, and it will definitely not change. This point, according to our Four Seas Chamber of Commerce
Guaranteed credibility!
I have a good temper and am reasonable with you mine slaves. If Wang Cangtou were here, I would probably whip you half to death."
The young monk sneered slowly, without any anger at all.
"you……"
The mine slave was so angry that he could not speak.
No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that this young monk is playing tricks on him. He is a mining slave, and his words are unfounded. The weight of the ore is completely decided by the supervisor.
After sending away the mine slave, the young monk saw Ye Mo.
"Fellow Daoist Ye has also come out? Have you dug enough three thousand kilograms? You need three thousand kilograms to exchange for a spiritual stone, and you can't exchange it for less. Should you weigh it now, or dig more and weigh it again?"
The young monk smiled.
"Weigh it now!"
Ye Mo said.
Several supervisors were quickly preparing weights to weigh the ore that Ye Mo brought out.
"Fellow Daoist Ye has made a good harvest, and there are even second-level ores!"
The young monk casually fiddled with the dark iron ore dug out from the basket on Ye Mo's back, looking at the color of the ore, showing a bit of surprise.
"It's just a few pieces, the rest are all first-class."
Ye Mo said.
There are indeed only the above few pieces of second-order black iron ore.
He felt that if there were no pieces at all, it might make people suspicious, so he left a few pieces at the top. As for the third-level black iron ore, there was no need to take it out. It was extremely difficult for monks to dig third-level ore in the early stages of Qi training.
"That's not easy either. Most of the black iron ore produced in this mine is of the first level. It is difficult to dig the second level and above. Fellow Daoist Ye must have spent a lot of effort digging this second level black iron ore."
The young monk narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.
Ye Mo politely chatted with the young monk for a few words, and watched as several supervisors panted and lifted the heavy basket onto the big scale.