Asking About Longevity Chapter 771

Chapter 771 Inheritance

"Yes, this is the time, use the expression I taught you..."

Mo Hua wrote to Ouyang Mu and gave instructions from a distance.

Ouyang Mu suddenly felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

I practiced the expression all night and finally used it.

He looked serious at first to show that he was firm and unmoved, but his eyes were still vaguely evasive, showing his inner wavering and desire for better sword-making skills...

The evil weapon master smiled slightly.

Took the bait!

This little guy has all kinds of emotions on his face, and his thoughts are all written on his face, and you can understand it at a glance.

Although his expression is a bit stiff.

But it is normal for dull people to feel entangled in their hearts and have a stiff expression.

The evil weapon master continued: "This Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is heavily guarded and closed in all directions. The only central road out of the valley is controlled by the leader."

The evil weapon master's eyes narrowed, "That is a road sealed with a very profound and obscure formation. So far, I have only seen this kind of formation drawn by the leader."

“If you don't understand the essence of the formation, let alone an ordinary second-grade formation master, even a third-grade or fourth-grade formation master will be helpless..."

Speaking of this, the evil weapon master suddenly felt a little emotional.

“The difference between formation masters and weapon refiners is really huge.”

“The barriers between formations are far more profound and unknowable than refining weapons…”

“No wonder the status of us weapon refiners is far inferior to that of formation masters…”

The evil weapon master turned his head, looked at Ouyang Mu, and said in a hoarse voice:

“I am telling you this because I want you to understand that now that you have entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, you have to give up and don't have unrealistic delusions.”

“Rather than resist fearlessly and die here, only to be eaten by monsters and have no bones left, it is better to carry forward with a heavy load and spend the rest of your life forging swords.”

“Even if you go astray, even if you are doomed, you must not lose your ambition to forge the supreme sword...”

Mo Hua felt a little surprised when he heard this.

This old evil weapon master actually still has such ambitions, which is quite... impressive.

Furthermore, the information he revealed is also very intriguing.

The only central road leading out of the valley is controlled by the "leader".

A very profound and obscure formation blocked the road.

Three-level and fourth-level formation masters may be helpless...

Could that be...a Shinto formation?

And this "leader" can control the Shinto formation, does that mean that he is probably a Shinto formation master?

Mo Hua was slightly shocked.

A genuine Shinto formation master…

Must be a master!

If given the chance, I will definitely meet him, learn something from him, and then find a way to kill him.

Shinto formations must be learned.

But the Shinto formation master must not be left behind!

After hearing what the evil weapon master said, Xiaomu was still a little confused and at a loss.

Mo Hua then continued to guide him to act:

“Looking a little desperate…”

“You have to pretend that you can't get out, and you will be trapped here for the rest of your life. You will only be an evil weapon master for the rest of your life, but you will not be able to become a real swordsmith...”

Ouyang Mu's expression was indeed desperate.

“Then he looked thoughtful and a little confused...”

“I'm struggling with myself, whether I should stick to the right path and would rather die than follow, or I should retreat to the next best thing and forge an evil sword in order to pursue the art of weapon refining…”

It goes without saying that Ouyang Mu was already very troubled.

“At the end, my eyes were firm and I was determined...”

“Even if you are forging an evil sword, you must become an unparalleled evil swordsman, forge the best evil sword in the world, and aspire to be the supreme sword master!”

Ouyang Mu automatically replaced the word "evil sword" with "spiritual sword", and then a surging impulse surged in his heart.

“Yes, that's right, I want to be the greatest swordsmith!”

Ouyang's dull expression is as firm as a mountain, and his eyes burst out with flaming fighting spirit and enthusiasm.

The evil weapon master was stunned and even felt that Ouyang Mu was a bit dazzling at this time.

This purest obsession with making swords made him feel ashamed of himself.

But in an instant, these emotions were all hidden.

The evil weapon master nodded and said: "Very good!"

Many times, people's words may be false, but their emotions cannot be false.

Ouyang Mu's mental journey is almost clearly shown on his face, which is more convincing than the words on his lips.

Evil weapon masters believe that they are very accurate in judging people and cannot make mistakes.

He took out a white bone and handed it to Ouyang Mu, just like yesterday, and said calmly:

“Take these white bones and fuse them with fine iron. As a disciple of the Ouyang family, you should know the techniques for refining weapons. I don't need to say more..."

The tone of these words was cold, but the attitude was much more relaxed.

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, looked down at his sleeves, and saw a word coming from the ink painting: "Lian."

What the old demon cultivator said is wrong, but in fact it's not too wrong.

After a person dies, the bones are just dead objects. After being simply refined and fused with fine iron, they are nothing, and they will not instantly become an evil weapon master.

However, human blood, human skin, and human bones are not allowed to be used to refine weapons...

This kind of law is strictly stipulated by the Taoist court.

Because once the regulations are not strict, someone will take advantage of them.

Once a weapon refiner starts to use human bones to refine weapons, over time, he will form a habit, and eventually he will even take the initiative to kill people, exterminate families, and peel human bones to refine weapons.

Don't do evil for small things.

So it is necessary to guard against the slightest change.

Ouyang Mu was in a special situation at this time. He was coerced by the demon cultivator. If he didn't go out of his way and practiced some human bones, his life would be gone, so it was excusable.

Even in Daotingsi, there is a saying.

This is called "emergency avoidance".

Mo Hua often interacts with Gu Changhuai, the Daoting Secretary, and he knows a lot about this kind of knowledge.

Ouyang Mu felt relieved.

“Senior Brother Mo knows more. If he asks you to practice, then just practice…”

So he silently took the bones, and according to the art of refining, he calmly refined the bones and melted them into the fine iron beside him.

The old demon cultivator stared at it for a while, then felt relieved and turned around to do his own thing.

In the green fire, the white bones melt little by little and merge with the fine iron...

Once refining weapons, Ouyang Mu is very focused and his attitude is meticulous.

After a while, I couldn't stand the ink painting anymore, so I wrote:

“You can do some foreign work...”

"ah?"

Ouyang Mu was stunned.

The old demon cultivator on the side heard the sound, frowned and looked over, asking, "What's wrong?"

Ouyang Mu shook his head, "It's nothing, I missed it..."

It is normal to fail in refining a weapon.

The old demon cultivator didn't care, so he turned his head and continued to stare at the demon paper in his hand, which contained an unknown content, and pondered over it with great concentration.

But he still used some of his attention to monitor Ouyang Mu.

Ouyang Mu pretended to be honest for a while, and then went to see the letter of communication, and saw the ink painting saying:

“You have been writing for a while, don't practice so fast, it seems that you are in a lot of torment inside. Although you have decided to embark on the path of the 'evil sword master', your heart has not changed yet, so you are hesitant..."

"Otherwise, if you refine this bone so quickly and finish refining this bone, that old guy will definitely let you refine other more evil things..."

Ouyang Mu nodded.

As expected of Senior Brother Mo, he is so considerate.

　　I can't think of these myself.

As a result, he looked troubled, and the speed of refining the bones also slowed down. Occasionally, he would frown with a painful look on his face, and even make small mistakes on purpose, appearing to be absent-minded.

The old demon cultivator all saw this.

He said nothing.

By the time Ouyang Mu finished refining the white bone, more than half of the time had passed. The old demon cultivator said:

“That's it for today, I'll teach you something else tomorrow.”

Ouyang Mu put down the fine iron in his hand that was melted with the bones of the dead. He breathed a long sigh of relief and bowed his hand to the old demon cultivator, but didn't say anything.

After a while, a demon cultivator came in and led Ouyang Mu down.

After Ouyang Mu left, the old demon cultivator picked up the fine iron, glanced at it, and nodded: "It's the Ouyang family's sword-making method..."

After saying this, his expression was quite emotional.

Then, he sneered again, "You're just trying to fool me..."

“But it doesn't matter,” the old demon cultivator sighed, with a meaningful look in his eyes, and murmured, “As long as you can refine the sword for me...”

After the old demon cultivator finished speaking, he took out the demon paper again and stroked the pictures on it with trembling fingers, looking at it like a treasure.

The ink paintings are far apart and the angle is not good. They are vague and blurry, and it is impossible to see what is painted on the demon paper.

He wanted to take the opportunity to get closer, but felt it was risky, so he decided against it.

Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future.

The ink painting returned quietly from a long distance.

He first returned to his privy room.

Now, this secret room that has been dusty for a long time in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has become his "stronghold".

Mo Hua first reported the situation to Elder Xun Ziyou so that they could have a clear idea.

Then he summarized all the known information.

Then Mo Hua scratched his head and realized a problem:

It seems that I have been in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for a long time...

It doesn't matter to him, he will be fine if he keeps hanging around, but it's different for Xiaomu and the other three. They were captured, and the longer they stay, the worse the situation will be.

Moreover, Mo Hua almost forgot that he is now a disciple of the sect. He still has to go to class.

Although Elder Xun can ask for leave for him, it is not good to ask for too much leave, as his homework will be missed.

What's more, there is Mr. Xun.

By now, Mr. Xun may know everything, and I can no longer worry him.

Mo Hua nodded.

“It's time to move faster...”

The current progress is still too slow.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is so big, I don't know how long it will take me to figure it out.

“First rescue Xiaomu and the others, and then follow the old rules and call Elder Xun to bulldoze the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, then turn around and slowly pluck out the wool…”

Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Xun Ziyou looked at the **** valley in front of him and frowned.

During these days, he, along with the elders and disciples from the inner sect, were stationed outside, and it was impossible for him to do nothing.

But there was a stream of bones and blood in front of them, and they couldn't cross.

Xun Ziyou invited the master of the third-grade formation to come over to see Taixu Sect.

Several formation masters and elders studied for several days. Their expressions were confused at first, but then became more and more solemn.

“Ziyou, this is a place where evil spirits are raised.”

Inside the Taixu Gate, a gentle and elegant formation elder said.

This formation elder is also a descendant of Mr.

“Feeding evil spirits?”

Xunzi was startled.

“Yes.”

Xun Zixian sighed: "There is indeed an evil formation here, using bones as media and blood and water as ink, forming a place for 'nurturing evil spirits'."

“But Mo Hua is only a second-grade formation master after all. Although his talent and abilities are...amazing..."

Xun Zixian used the four words "amazing talent and beauty".

He is a third-level formation elder in the Golden Core Realm with a well-established family background, and is well-informed.

But despite this, he still felt that Mo Hua's formation talent was a bit incredible.

In fact, it is precisely because of his family background and extensive knowledge that he truly understands that the four words "amazing talent and stunning beauty" are not an exaggeration at all when applied to ink paintings.

The elders and disciples here have no knowledge of formations and are not proficient in formations. It is almost impossible to understand how outrageous Mo Hua's formation attainments are.

But having said that, Mo Hua is still only a second-grade formation master after all.

Xun Zixian said: "Limited by his cultivation level and the rank of the formation master, there are some places where Mo Hua, a child, cannot see through him."

Of course, this is a problem with the formation pattern brought about by the realm. I don't blame him...

Xun Zixian silently made amends.

“What do you mean?” Xun Ziyou asked.

Xun Ziyou raised his head, glanced at the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in front of him, and said in a solemn tone:

“This Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is an evil building with a large formation running through the whole. These evil formations are just a part of it.”

“Furthermore, this organization is very special and must come from some kind of demon sect with a long history. If my prediction is correct, it should be..."

“Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain?” Xunzi asked leisurely.

He is an elder of the Taixu Sect, and he knows a lot about these giants of the demonic path.

Xun Zixian nodded.

Xun Ziyou frowned, "It turned out to be Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain..."

Even though he was there, he still wondered: "I still don't quite understand how this evil formation is so powerful? Is it a second-grade or a third-grade? We, the elders of the Golden Core Realm, can't rush through it?"

Xun Zixian said: "I don't want to play the piano to a cow. You just need to know that you can't get through it for the time being."

He looks elegant, but sometimes he can be quite irritating when he talks.

Array masters all have this arrogant problem.

Comparatively speaking, ink paintings seem too "cute".

Xun Ziyou sighed, "Just put it simply so that I can roughly understand it... This matter is of great importance. If it were normal, I wouldn't get to the bottom of it, but now the situation is special, so you can tell me at least."

Xun Zixian was silent for a moment, and felt that it made sense. He pondered for a moment, pointed to the land of blood and bones in front of him, and said:

“There are many evil spirits living in front of this place.”

"I know this, you and Mo Hua have said it." Xunzi said leisurely.

“But these evil spirits don't actually live here.”

Xunzi was startled, "What do you mean?"

Xun Zixian frowned, "I haven't seen the specific formation diagram of this inner principle, so it's hard to say for sure, but visual inspection shows that the formation here is alternately virtual and real."

“A mixture of virtuality and reality?”

Xun Zixian said: "With some great power, the present world and spiritual thoughts are initially reflected and integrated, and constructed through formations."

The fusion of reality and spiritual thoughts?

Xun Ziyou took a breath of cold air, "What level of power is this?"

Xun Zixian shook his head, his eyes serious.

He had some vague guesses in his mind, but it was hard to say clearly.

And part of it involves the secret of Taixu's divine mind-turned-sword true formula "God-killing". When he was a formation master before, he was also interested in the way of divine mind and studied a little bit of the method of divine mind.

But the method of spiritual thought is too difficult and harsh, and he can't get through it.

Moreover, some rumors were difficult to tell whether they were true or false, and he had no way of confirming them.

"You said this is a large formation, shouldn't it be...a large formation?" Xun Ziyou was a little worried.

“No, a large formation is not that easy to build.” Xunzi said wisely.

"That's good..." Xunzi breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Can you solve this formation?"

Xun Zixian sighed: "If I could solve it, I would have solved it long ago."

Then he showed an expression that showed he disdained playing the harp to a cow, but had no choice but to play the harp to a cow:

“Besides, I told you before that this formation is based on divine thoughts. The real formation media, formation patterns, formation hubs and formation eyes are all hidden deep in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.”

“The evil spirits in front of you seem to be right in front of you. If you rush past, they will swallow up your consciousness.”

“But its body is actually not here at all.”

“This is a place where evil spirits are raised, but it is just a projection of the real place where evil spirits are raised. We have no idea where these evil spirits are 'fed'…”

Hun Zixian said this phrase more than once.

But Xun Ziyou still didn't quite understand it, so even though Xun Zixian said it again, he still seemed to understand.

However, he couldn't explain it clearly, so he could only pretend to understand and nodded.

Then he frowned and asked, "Where does such a weird formation come from?"

Xun Zixian looked solemn, frowned in thought, and suddenly asked:

“That kid in Mo Hua, did he mention the 'Shinto Formation' to you?”

"Hmm." Xunzi nodded, and then asked: "Is this a 'Shinto formation'?"

Xun Zixian thought about it again and again, and sighed, "It's very similar...but I can't say for sure. The Shinto formation has been almost lost. Let alone the complete formation diagram, there are only a few incomplete records."

"But if this is really a Shinto formation..."

Xun Zixian's eyes became extremely solemn, and his tone became much more serious, “Then there is probably a whole lineage of extremely advanced divine formation inheritance hidden in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.”

“Otherwise, it would be impossible to construct such a complete, sophisticated, and large-scale Shinto formation system…”

“And the formation master who can lay out such a large-scale, almost lost Shinto formation is probably...very terrifying..."

Xun Ziyou's expression changed, "Wouldn't it be dangerous to paint them in ink?"

Xun Zixian nodded and sighed: "Keep the Void Sword Token given to you by your ancestor in your hand. If something unexpected happens, don't save it."

Xunziyou nodded solemnly.

Then he remembered that he wanted to tell Mo Hua all this.

Ink painting is inside, the more you know, the more useful it will be.

It's just that there are too many words, and the magnetic induction is disturbed, so it cannot be sent out for a while, or it is sent out intermittently.

He can only be patient and take action little by little.

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Mo Hua received the news, but the news came and went. The ink stains stuck together and were temporarily unclear.

Large pieces of text, if not read together, can easily lead to ambiguity.

He planned to look at it later.

Soon, Ouyang Mu began to practice evil sword training with the old demon under the guidance of Mo Hua.

The specific craftsmanship of refining and ink painting is naturally not as good as Ouyang Mu's.

But the materials can be used, which techniques are problematic, and which ones will bring evil thoughts into the mind, ink painting can clearly distinguish them.

Ouyang Mu was somewhat perfunctory in his training.

But the old demon cultivator seemed to turn a blind eye and didn't care.

After practicing like this for a while, the old demon cultivator nodded, with a hint of undetectable sharpness hidden in his cloudy eyes:

“I will now teach you how to make sword bones.”

Ouyang Mu frowned.

Others can be fooled, but things like sword bones are the core of making swords. They are clearly distinguishable between good and evil and cannot be dealt with at all.

Ouyang Mu said: "I can make sword bones..."

"No, you can't." The old demon cultivator smiled gloomily, his voice hoarse, "What I teach you is not just an ordinary sword bone, but..."

The old demon cultivator paused for a moment, his cloudy eyes were extremely deep, and his tone was also a little strange.

“The sword bone used to advance to the golden elixir...the natal magic weapon!”

(End of this chapter)

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