Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Jin Chen said, "The liaison point sent a message this morning saying that the Abyss is adjusting the border patrol route. The adjusted route will not pass near the liaison point and will not affect the normal operation of the liaison point."

Ling Feng said, "Then let them continue operating as they are now."

In the afternoon, Chen Yuan practiced creating mist for a while longer.

He stood in the corner of the courtyard for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the mist maintaining a stable shape in his palm.

After finishing his practice, he walked to the stone table, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, took a few sips, and then asked, "Should I come here every day?"

Ling Feng said, "Come whenever you want."

Don't set too strict rules for yourself.

If you feel good today, come and practice a little longer.

If you don't feel like you're in good form, practice for a shorter period.

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll come in the morning tomorrow."

Tang San came again in the evening; he came directly from the blacksmith shop.

He sat down on the stone bench, carrying nothing in his hands: "I've already sent the kitchen knife to the old man."

He said the knife felt very comfortable in his hand.

Ling Feng said, "Then we can contact him again if we need anything in the future."

That night, the moonlight was brighter than the previous nights.

Ling Feng sat on the veranda, with Qian Renxue sitting beside him.

Chapter 367 Successful Deduction

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, but neither of them rushed to speak.

After a while, Qian Renxue said, "Chen Yuan's condition is more stable today than yesterday."

Ling Feng said, "He has already found the knack for relaxation; all he needs to do now is continue to reinforce it."

Qian Renxue said, "The same goes for the trees."

The brightness of that leaf was also more consistent than yesterday.

Ling Feng said, "They are all adapting to their own paths."

The sound of footsteps changing guard came from the other side of the city wall, very rhythmic, as if they were confirming the boundary of the day in their own way.

Ling Feng turned his head and glanced at Qian Renxue: "They should all be here tomorrow morning."

Qian Renxue said, "Then I'll brew an extra pot of tea tomorrow morning."

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

The night wind blew again, carrying a hint of earth and the smell of firewood burning in the distant village.

Ling Feng stood up and walked into the house.

Qian Renxue was still sitting on the porch, feeling the night breeze slowly passing around her. Then she stood up and followed him into the house.

Autumn is deepening in Wuhun City.

Most of the sycamore leaves at the city gate had fallen, with only a few still hanging on the branches. When the wind blew, they spun and fell down, only to be swept up again by the wind and rolled a distance along the corner of the wall before stopping.

That morning, when Ling Feng pushed open the gate of the offering hall, Chen Yuan was already standing in the courtyard.

He didn't rush to practice, but stood still with his hands hanging at his sides, as if feeling the temperature and direction of the morning breeze.

Ling Feng stopped under the corridor and leaned against a pillar: "You're here early today."

Chen Yuan turned his head to the side: "I didn't sleep well last night and woke up early. I figured I couldn't fall back asleep anyway, so I came over to practice for a while."

Ling Feng asked, "Why didn't you sleep well?"

Chen Yuan thought for a moment: "Yesterday afternoon when I was practicing by the river, I felt the fog being blown away by the wind once."

It didn't scatter; it just shifted in direction as a whole.

After I got back, I kept thinking, "Was it the wind speed that changed the way the fog flowed inside?"

Ling Feng said, "Then you can stand by the river for a while today. Don't rush to practice your skills. First, feel the direction and density of the wind."

"Let the fog out once it feels stable."

Qian Renxue came out of the house carrying a teapot, placed it on the stone table, and sat down on the stone bench: "Then you can record the wind direction you feel and see if the wind direction changes are consistent at different times."

Chen Yuan nodded: "Then I'll try it again by the river this afternoon."

Qian Renxue turned her head to the side: "When you go this afternoon, you can bring a thin thread or a strip of cloth to tie to the tree branch."

The line is vertical; when you see it move, you can more clearly determine the wind direction.

Chen Yuan stood there for a while: "If you use a strip of cloth, you can also see whether the wind is blowing in the same direction at different heights."

Qian Renxue said, "Yes."

Once you understand how the wind direction changes at different altitudes, practicing controlling the fog to resist wind interference will be much more targeted.

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard gate, carrying a bowl of porridge with a few scallions floating on the surface.

He sat down on the stone bench and took a sip of his drink: "A message has come from the liaison point."

Ling Feng looked at him: "What news?"

Jin Chen put down his bowl and said, "They said that the Abyss is currently changing the list of personnel on duty. During the handover period, there will be a gap of about two to three days at the contact point, and no new messages will come through."

Ling Feng asked, "When does the handover period begin?"

Jin Chen said, "Tomorrow."

So starting tomorrow, the communication point will suspend communication for about three days, after which it will resume normal operations.

They wanted to let us know in advance so we wouldn't think something had gone wrong.

Qian Renxue said, "Then we don't need to send anyone to check the liaison point for the next three days."

Since it's a normal rotation, let's give them enough time.

Jin Chen nodded: "That's what I think too."

Tang San walked in from outside the courtyard gate, holding a blueprint in his hand.

He placed the blueprints on the stone table and unfolded them. It was a sketch of a short sword. The blade was slightly narrower than a regular short sword, and the hilt had a deeper curve than the conventional design. The lines were clear, and the structural proportions were marked very carefully. "These are the blueprints that the customer who said he wanted to customize a short sword last week brought. He said he wanted a lightweight short sword that wasn't too heavy, but it had to be tough and not too brittle."

Ling Feng looked down at it for a moment: "The hilt of this short sword is deeper than the usual design, is it to fit the user's hand shape?"

Tang San said, "That guest's hands are narrower than average. He can't hold a standard handguard because he says it will slip if he holds it for too long."

So on the blueprints, I moved the handguards inwards a bit and added anti-slip texture.

Jin Chen leaned over and took a look: "The curvature of this handle seems to be more curved than that of a regular short sword."

Tang San said, "Bending it a bit will fit the palm better and make it more stable to hold."

I plan to first forge a rough blank using a piece of ordinary iron, so the customer can test the feel of it. If it's satisfactory, then I'll use better material for a more refined finish.

Ling Feng said, "Then your orders have been coming in quite steadily."

Tang San said, "They were all introduced by regular customers. Once someone did it and thought it was suitable, they would recommend it to the people around them."

Chen Yuan listened for a while without interrupting. After Tang San finished explaining the design of the short sword, he asked, "Master Tang, how long does it usually take to finish the short swords you make?"

Tang San thought for a moment: "It depends on the complexity."

For a regular short knife, it takes about three or four days from selecting the material to finishing the polishing.

If it's a custom-made short sword, and the customer has special requirements, it will take more time as we need to review the details of the drawings.

Chen Yuan said, "If someone wanted to order a tool suitable for a support-type Soul Master, would you take the job?"

Tang San glanced at him: "What type of tool do you want?"

Chen Yuan said, "I haven't decided on the specific shape yet."

I was thinking, if fog needs more precise directional control, is there a tool that can help sense the direction and density of the wind?

Tang San was silent for a moment: "I've never fought something like that before, but I can give it a try."

First, figure out the functions you need. Once you've decided, come find me, and we can design them together.

Chen Yuan said, "Then I'll go back and think about it first, and I'll come back to you when I've thought it through."

Tang San folded the blueprint and put it in his pocket: "Then take your time thinking about it."

Come find me anytime you've made up your mind.

He stood up. "I'll go back to the shop first. There are still a few farm tools waiting to be polished there."

After saying that, he left.

After Tang San left, Qian Renxue asked, "Chen Yuan, is that tool you mentioned intended to be used to assist your martial soul?"

Chen Yuan said, "I want to give it a try."

If there were a tool that allowed me to perceive wind movement more accurately, I could anticipate the direction the wind would take when controlling the fog, instead of adjusting it after it had drifted off course.

Ling Feng said, "This idea is acceptable."

If you can make it, it will help you control the fog.

Ning Rongrong came out of the offering hall, her notebook tucked under her arm, and sat down at the stone table: "Did Chen Yuan practice this morning?"

I need to make a note of today's progress.

Chen Yuan said, "I've practiced it."

It's a bit more stable than yesterday, and the time is about the same, but I didn't have to exert much effort today; it was able to maintain its own balance.

Chapter 368 Constantly Breaking Through Realms

Ning Rongrong wrote a few lines in the notebook: "How long will it last?"

Was it longer than yesterday?

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "It's about the same. It hasn't gotten significantly longer, but it hasn't gotten shorter either."