Chapter 40: The Art of Refining Equipment

  It is night, the bright moon shines brightly, pale silver white, the night is quiet.

  Su Mo slowly returned to the dock, his eyes gazing at the entire giant ship, roughly estimating that it would take about two more days to complete.

  Due to the rapid progress, Su Mo had never rushed anyone, and it was always done in an orderly manner. At this moment, the ship was also quiet and deserted.

  At this moment, she sat alone on the boat, polishing a magic weapon that had been refined in recent days.

  The artifact she forged belongs to a variant of mechanical engineering, and the sword body is already a finished product, so it does not need to be tempered with flames.

  There are many methods for refining instruments, and the casting process also has different choices. What she is doing now is the simplest and most ordinary one, but most of the instrument refinement processes require flames to control, and must grasp their own spiritual power, allowing spiritual power to penetrate the mold inside and outside, using divine consciousness to control spiritual power to depict array patterns. It is said that there are thousands of types of array patterns, and many can be used for refining instruments, but if a refiner can master one or two, it is already rare.

  After refining is successful, the formation pattern of the law instrument needs spiritual power and divine consciousness to drive.

  Because Su Mo's divine consciousness was strong enough, she could choose to use a set of magical instruments, but the price of the magical instruments was not cheap, and they were rare and difficult to obtain. She only had time to refine two pieces on her own during her spare time.

  Compared to refining talismans and elixirs, refining equipment is even more complicated. One must have innate spiritual awareness, wit, physical strength, and actual power; lacking any one of these will result in failure.

  At this moment, she has drawn the last stroke of the array pattern, and in an instant, the small sword in her hand has come to life, shining with a touching brilliance.

  This object is a pair of male and female swords, which can be combined into one on ordinary days, but it's actually a versatile weapon for both offense and defense.

  Afterwards, Su Mo's eyelashes fluttered, and her enchanting red lips bloomed into a satisfied smile, which was then stored in the Heavenly Book.

  With nothing better to do, she stood at the bow of the boat once again, closing her eyes and facing the bright moonlight, recalling the rhythm of Yu Ran's dance in her mind.

  When she opened her eyes, she swung her long sleeves and unfolded her arms, dancing gracefully.

  At this time, Su Mo, who had changed into men's clothing, had a bit of a heroic air about her. The fitted shirt made her look even more slender and coldly beautiful.

  Compared with Yu Ran's dance, it has three more parts of charm and three more parts of enchantment, which is exactly the intoxicating beauty of the clear wind.

  But seeing her clothes fluttering like clouds, surrounded by a moonlit aura as if she were an immortal, with an ethereal elegance that surpasses the world.

  She delicately mimicked his movements with her fingertips, trying to find a hint of the laws and principles that governed the universe, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.

  The next moment, Su Mo somersaulted in mid-air, arched her back, and bent her waist into a captivating arc. In the dizzying view of the sky and earth spinning upside down, she saw a man leaning against the side of the boat with a lazy expression, his eyes gazing at her lightly, as if he had been watching her for a long time.

  She narrowed her eyes, staring at him, and in front of her was clearly Yu Ran, who had been knocked unconscious by Wen Renyi. Su Mo didn't think that this person would really not let go, and she couldn't help but let out a light sigh.

  "Miss Su." The man in blue clothes looked at her, his sleeves fluttering, with a carefree and elegant demeanor, as if he was enjoying the spring breeze.

  "How did you get here, Lord Dye?" Su Mo stood up straight, her eyes cold and clear as she stared at him.

  "It's my fault for sleeping too much during the day, at night I wanted to move around a bit and before I knew it, I ended up here." Yu Ran stretched his waist lazily, what he meant by "sleeping too much" Su Mo naturally understood that he was referring to the time when he fainted.

  "You're not invited, and there's nothing here to entertain you." She pursed her lips, with a hint of calmness and serenity in her eyes.

  "Miss Su is being too polite." Yu Ran stood up straight, with clear and bright eyes, looking like a gentleman, and said slowly: "You and I are not strangers, let alone being able to watch you dance, especially seeing a beauty dancing at night, it's truly a great pleasure."

  "Thank you for your compliment!" Su Mo looked at him with a faint smile, which was equivalent to accepting his praise.

  "But there are many details in your dance that are incorrect." He walked forward at a moderate pace, raised his hand and pressed her wrist down.

  "Here... just now this action... wrist a bit higher... once more."

  Su Mo's beautiful eyes flowed as she looked at him, her body spinning once again. Her slender wrist rose, her eyebrows and eyes shining brightly, her body spinning again, dancing out an extremely difficult angle.

  Yu's gaze was tinged with a hint of appreciation as he nodded and said, "Excellent, next move."

  Su Mo's figure was like a cloud drifting and water flowing, turning freely, like a swimming dragon, like a flying phoenix, her body fluttering, as if she were an immortal or a spirit, sometimes looking back, sometimes lowering her eyebrows.

  Yu Ran's gaze carefully scrutinized her, missing no action or detail, and immediately pointed out any shortcomings.

  "Miss Su, lift your head a bit higher and tilt it slightly to the right."

  "Miss Su, your back is a bit straight, lean forward slightly."

  "Miss Su, raise your right hand and lay it flat, with your toes pointed straight."

  This dance is always dancing out of the array, and it's not allowed to appear at all. Yu Ran stood behind her, moving with her dance.

  He raised his hand and stroked her arm, his breath exhaling on her cheek.

  His expression was extremely serious, with a distance of three inches between the two people. The man's serious moments were indeed the most beautiful, and every single movement he made brought a refreshing feeling like spring breeze. At the same time, there was an inexplicable tacit understanding between them.

  Under the moonlight, the two figures moved with a gentle and elegant demeanor, as if they were dancing together in the wind.

  Like the wind and like a painting, leisurely and carefree.

  He took out the bone fan, and the tip of the fan touched her back. The cool sensation of the bone fan was refreshing and comfortable. Then, from Su Mo's back, he lightly touched her waist, his fan seemed to bring endless coolness, and after touching, the refreshing feeling was spreading inch by inch. He said seriously: "Miss Su, slow down a bit."

  She immediately slowed down her movements, her green sleeves fluttering as she turned around, lowered her eyes, and slowly fanned herself twice. Her gaze revealed a scrutinizing look, the tip of the fan slid downwards again, lightly touching her waist, "Take another step back."

  Her soul was concentrated, her spirit was dancing with the words, but unfortunately, she accidentally bumped into a man when she retreated. She felt a similar sensation to the first time she arrived at Jinyu Hall. She had already learned some of Yu Ran's and Wen Renyi's past from Mr. Zhou. She recalled the embarrassing incident that happened when she first met him. Suddenly aware, when this moment touched her, she only felt a "buzz" in her mind.

  Su Mo subconsciously slapped him with a backhand, and glared at him.

  At this moment, Yu Ran's gaze was fixed on her, with a cold and piercing glint in his eyes, devoid of the usual jests and teasing.

  The man's narrow eyes condensed, his gaze was cold and stern, and the palm print on his face turned red.

  In this world, no man would be willing to be slapped in the face by a woman, especially such an arrogant man.

  Besides, he was just guiding her dance with great seriousness and no ulterior motives, although very enthusiastic, but absolutely no abrupt intention.

  Yu's gaze sank, her breathing unstable, as she locked eyes with him. His sword-like eyebrows rose, his icy face seemed to have a hint of shock, and suddenly he reached out and tightly grasped her arm. His dark pupils flashed, the starlight in their depths ignited like a flame.

  Before Su Mo came back to his senses, Yu Ran had already lowered her head and bowed down.

  This kiss came somewhat suddenly, unlike the last time's brief and shallow one, with a gentle yet fierce momentum.

  In the midst of their breaths, Su Mo felt the man's elegant aura, like bamboo and pine, like chrysanthemum and orchid. She also sensed his irritation, which led him to reach behind her head, grasp her hairpin, and hold her in a powerful embrace, as if he had the upper hand. He then slowly rolled her onto the deck, pinning her down. The kiss was like a spring rain shower, carrying the man's refined aura, with a hint of gentleness, a hint of dominance, leaving her no room to resist.