Asking About Longevity Chapter 772

Chapter 772 Magic Weapon

 Promote to Golden Elixir!

 The magic weapon of your life!

Mo Hua took a deep breath.

 In the gloomy refining room, Ouyang Mu also looked shocked, then he shook his head and said:

“I'm only in the middle stage of foundation building, and I can't cast the sword bone of my natal magic weapon yet.”

The old demon cultivator said calmly: "That's why I said, I'll teach you. You can watch from the sidelines and just study hard."

Ouyang Muzheng looked hesitant and didn't know what to do, so Mo Hua wrote:

 “Let him teach!”

 This is a good opportunity.

Not only did Xiaomu learn how to refine weapons and cast sword bones, but he also overheard some tips on how to advance to a golden elixir and cast a natal magic weapon.

 This old demon cultivator seems to have something.

 Ouyang Mu naturally followed Mo Hua's instructions.

He has now received guidance from Mo Hua, and his acting skills have improved. He pretended to be troubled, as if he couldn't make up his mind. He hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and said:

 “Okay, I'll learn!”

 The old demon cultivator was not surprised.

 As a swordsmith, the opportunity to learn how to cast the natal sword bone is presented to you, and it is impossible to refuse.

How to maintain your health and how to sacrifice and refine your natal magic weapon? Every sect within the Qianxue Prefecture will teach you.

But how to forge the sword bone, use the sword bone as the core, and create the embryo of the natal magic weapon from scratch...

 This is one of the top secrets of sword making.

 Even those twelfth-level sects that specialize in refining weapons will not teach these things to their outer sects.

“Do you know the origin of the natal magic weapon?” the old demon cultivator asked in a hoarse voice.

Ouyang Mu naturally knows this.

He is a Tai'amen disciple who has a long tradition of sword making, and is a direct descendant of the Ouyang family. He has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he is already familiar with things like sword making, golden elixirs, and magic weapons.

Ouyang Mugang was about to nod when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw an ink painting on his sleeve saying:

 “Say you don't know!”

 Ouyang Mu came from a sword-making family, so he naturally knew everything about magic weapons.

 But the ink painting is muddled.

 Occasionally, within the sect, teachers give lessons that involve some knowledge of magic weapons, but they think it is too early and will not say more;

Either you think that everyone here is a descendant of an aristocratic family, and they should all understand their family background, so they basically explain it in one sentence.

Mo Hua wants to ask, but sometimes he has no way to ask.

Furthermore, this old demon cultivator seems to know a lot, and he may be a little different from what is taught in the sect.

 Now I just want this old demon cultivator to explain it to me.

Ouyang Mu looked slightly startled and confused.

Don't everyone know these basic knowledge about magic weapons?

 Senior Brother Mo, who has "great magical powers" and "profound knowledge", why do you let yourself say you don't know...

Ouyang Mu doesn't quite understand.

However, Senior Brother Mo always has a deep meaning in what he does, so just do it yourself.

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, and just when he was about to speak, he didn't know much about the magic weapon, when he saw the old demon cultivator snort.

“Those who hesitate must be poor in their studies and have no money in their stomachs…”

The old demon cultivator looked displeased, "I don't even know the basic knowledge of weapon refining. Amen, I'm really putting aside the basics and chasing the last. Each generation is worse than the last..."

Ouyang Mu was dissatisfied, but did not refute.

This old demon cultivator thinks so, so he doesn't have to explain himself.

The old demon cultivator glanced at Ouyang Mu again and snorted coldly, a bit like "I hate iron but not steel", "Since you are not good at learning, then I will teach you from beginning to end..."

 “You must remember.”

Ouyang Mu nodded.

Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping, also nodded.

The old demon cultivator coughed, as if he was too tired to stand for a long time, so he hunched over and found a stone chair to sit down on. He took out a white bone and rubbed it in his hand, and then slowly said:

"Any monk who wants to break through the golden elixir must first cast his natal magic weapon..."

"Before the breakthrough, prepare the embryo of the natal magic weapon in advance. When the golden elixir is broken through and the spiritual power is crystallized, the embryo of the magic weapon and the spiritual power of the elixir are integrated."

“The spiritual power of the Qi Refining Realm is like Qi, the spiritual power of the Foundation Establishment Realm is like mercury, the spiritual power of the Golden Core Realm is crystallized…”

“Only the crystallized spiritual power can be completely integrated with the solidified magic weapon and become one with each other..."

"From now on, this magic weapon will belong to you alone. It can sense your spiritual power, and your life and soul will be cultivated together. If you are strong, you will be equally strong, and if you lose, you will both suffer."

“And the embryo of this natal magic weapon has many things to pay attention to..."

 The old demon cultivator slowly straightened up and felt a little more comfortable, then continued:

“Children of big aristocratic families mostly use the top-quality spiritual weapons inherited from the aristocratic families as the embryos of their natal magic weapons.”

“This type of spiritual weapon has been passed down for a long time, and the gold, stone, and jade materials used are extremely precious. The craftsmanship has reached the highest level and must be tempered thousands of times before it can be completed..."

“And it is in the same line as the martial arts and Taoism treasured by the family. It is consistent with each other. It is a closely matching part of the family's inheritance system. It is the best embryo of the natal magic weapon..."

“For a middle-class family, the inherited spiritual weapons are inferior.”

“Small families, even most small families, do not have inherited spiritual weapons at all and can only use ordinary spiritual weapons to replace them.”

“As for casual cultivators, there are very few who can form elixirs, let alone talk about the quality of the natal magic weapon…”

The old demon cultivator sighed slightly, with complicated eyes, "This is the real 'inheritance barrier' between the aristocratic families. From the inheritance of the cultivation method to the monopoly of the Taoist resources, it is a perfect fit."

“Even if small families, or even ordinary cultivators, can form elixirs, they lack the inheritance and spiritual stone financial resources, so they will definitely not be able to refine any natal magic weapon that can catch the eye.”

“Even if you are lucky enough to refine a good embryo and develop a top-grade magic weapon, the inheritance is not systematic and the skills and Taoism are not matched. Compared with the children of the aristocratic family, they are still far behind..."

“But if the natal magic weapon is not good enough, even if I cultivate the golden elixir, I will still lag far behind others. I can hardly compare with the children of the aristocratic families, let alone compete with them..."

Ouyang Mu nodded as if he understood.

 He comes from a noble family, so he doesn't have deep feelings about this kind of thing.

 But Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

 “The monastery is heavily fortified…”

 It is indeed not a lie.

It may not be visible on the surface, but the casual cultivators at the bottom will be bumped into these barriers every time they climb up, and their heads will be bloody.

  The old demon cultivator continued: "This is the right way to cultivate the magic weapon of one's destiny..."

“The demonic path, the demonic path, the corpse path, and the evil path are generally similar. They use the best demonic inherited evil weapons to warm and nourish the magic weapon of the natal demonic path.”

  “But beyond that, there are many differences.”

“After all, in this world, the paths of righteousness are all the same, but the paths of evil are many and varied.”

“There are those who forge evil weapons, there are those who forge demonic weapons, there are those who forge demonic weapons…”

“Some people keep evil and evil weapons as pets, keep them in their bodies, and feed them with their own flesh and blood…”

“There are also those who integrate the embryo of their natal evil weapon with themselves and regard it as part of their own body...”

"Beside this there is…"

 The old demon cultivator paused for a moment and did not continue. Instead, he said lightly: "...There are many more, with different methods, to name a few."

 Ouyang Mu's face turned slightly pale when he heard these magical methods.

The old demon cultivator looked at him and said in a hoarse voice: "The way of evil weapons is profound and profound. I will teach you slowly."

“You may not get used to it at first, but slowly you will get used to it…”

“In this world, apart from one's own soul, flesh and blood, including other people's limbs and bones, they are all foreign objects and dead objects.”

“The monster is dead and it has materials that can be used to refine weapons.”

“Why can't we practice after we die?”

 “Next, you follow me and learn...”

After the old demon cultivator finished speaking, he took out a piece of forest-white spine, threw it into the blood pool, quenched the human blood, and baked it in the dark green fire. After the blood color melted into the bone marrow, he took it out. forging…

This process is very cumbersome.

 Ink paintings can only be understood roughly.

Ouyang Mu followed suit. At the same time, he also remembered what Mo Hua said. He saw the old demon cultivator's weapon refining techniques in his eyes and remembered them in his heart. He chose the good ones and learned them and discarded the bad ones.

Mo Hua did not let Ouyang Mu use some of the weird weapon refining methods.

 Unexpectedly, the old demon cultivator did not force him.

Ouyang Mu did everything he didn't want to do.

 Only some leftover materials and processes that would not "dirty his hands" would be left to Ouyang Mu to do in silence.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

 “This old thing is a bit weird...”

Like this until the end, although the old demon cultivator has been "guiding" Ouyang Mu in refining evil weapons, he has never really made it difficult for him.

 After quenching the blood from the spine, Ouyang Mu went back to the prison.

Mo Hua also returned to his secret room.

 He sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning in thought, because he suddenly realized that he seemed to have ignored the issue of the magic weapon for so long.

 Since entering Taixu Gate, he has been busy.

We must grasp the sin, make meritorious merit, learn the formation, and hunt the monsters, and find a way to eat evil spirits ... and so on.

Now that I thought about it, I realized that I still didn't know what magic weapon to use.

If you want to form an elixir, what should you use as your natal magic weapon?

 Other disciples from the same sect were planned in advance by the family elders.

 From the self-cultivation method, the superior Taoist method practiced, to the inherited spiritual weapon, and the natal magic weapon, they are all inherited from the same line.

 They don't need to think about it themselves, they just need to follow the clan customs or the instructions of their elders and follow the steps.

 But I am different...

Mo Hua sighed.

 He has no family inheritance.

 When I left home, my parents were just practicing qi, and I was the first one in the family of three to build a foundation. Where did the golden elixir inheritance come from?

 As for the teacher's inheritance…

The ink painting is a bit sad.

Master has suffered a great calamity and his life or death is uncertain now. He has never mentioned what will happen after the Golden Pill.

 “Na Zi Jie?”

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he turned over the Na Zi Jie on his right thumb.

Regrettably, there are no spiritual weapons or magic weapons that "suddenly appeared" in the Nazi Ring.

 “Master didn't leave anything for me…”

Think about it, the master is not a god, and the Nazijie is not a treasure box, so how can he have whatever he wants.

 Ink painting pondered for a while. "Master didn't leave anything for me, nor did he tell me any relevant knowledge about Taoism, that is..."

 “Want to test me?”

 “Don't limit my choices and let me play freely?”

“Let me think and decide by myself, what is the most suitable magic weapon for me?”

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

 Then he was in a bit of trouble.

 But if you are so poor, what can you use as your natal magic weapon?

 Inherited spiritual weapon?

It's too expensive, and even if there are inherited spiritual weapons, they don't match my own skills and Taoism, and I guess I can't compare with those of my fellow geniuses.

Ordinary spiritual weapons, let alone them.

Also, I am now in the middle stage of foundation building.

Even if you have the best spiritual weapon embryo, you don't have much time to warm it up.

According to the old demon cultivator, the longer the embryo of the natal magic weapon is warmed and nurtured, the more consistent it will be with one's own spiritual power. In the future, it will be refined into a magic weapon that can be driven like an arm, and the more powerful it will be.

 “Trouble…”

Mo Hua frowned and suddenly had an idea.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness. He came to the Taoist monument, reached out and patted the Taoist monument, and asked quietly:

 “Are you willing to be my natal magic weapon?”

The monument was as silent as a mountain, and no one paid him any attention.

Mo Hua curled his lips and said, "Stingy guy, looking down on others..."

But I think so.

The Taoist stele is so mysterious and mysterious. It seems to contain some kind of Taoist charm. Even the evil gods are afraid of it. It must be very powerful.

With such a big background, even if it were given to me as a magic weapon, I would not dare to ask for it.

 I don't have that much destiny.

 Thinking of this, Mo Hua became much calmer and apologized to the Taoist monument:

 “I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds.”

 The monument is still silent, but there is a slight trembling.

ˆ It seems that he is very satisfied with the "self-knowledge" of ink painting.

 “Not even Taoist monuments…”

Mo Hua sighed.

“That's it, let's do this for now, and think about it later when you have time. Anyway, it's already a lot late, so there's no rush at this moment.”

 Furthermore, my spiritual and physical foundations are already lagging behind those of others - especially those from the same sect, so I am not afraid of lagging behind by this point.

Thinking about it, Mo Hua suddenly felt much better.

 As soon as I thought about it, I suddenly felt that the world was vast.

What's more, since I am a spiritual enlightenment, I don't have to force myself to "roll" with these sect geniuses, such as spiritual power, blood, energy, spiritual weapons, magic weapons, etc., which are inherently inferior.

 As long as you can make do, break through the realm, and form a golden elixir.

Mo Hua nodded.

 He took out the Taixu Order again.

 In the Taixu Order, there is a large text from Elder Xun.

 In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the magnetic signal is weak, so it took a lot of time to completely transmit these words.

Mo Hua read it and felt a little shocked.

 “The great power of reality and reality, the fusion of the present world and spiritual thoughts…”

“The land of blood and bones is not really a place where evil spirits are raised. The real secrets are hidden in the depths.”

"The entire Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is a Shinto building penetrated by a large formation..."

“In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, there is an entire lineage of extremely profound inheritance of Shinto formations…”

 This formation elder is a master!

I did see some clues about the formation in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, but I didn't understand it thoroughly enough.

 And there are some details that I didn't notice at all.

 This is the difference in formation vision and cognitive pattern brought about by the realm of cultivation.

and…

 A whole lineage of extremely profound inheritance of Shinto formations!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

 The inheritance of Shinto formations here may be even more powerful than you think.

The opportunity was rare, so Mo Hua sent a letter to Xun Ziyou and asked briefly about some questions such as "virtual and real great power, the integration of the world and the spiritual mind, the pattern of formations, the secrets of Shinto formations" and so on.

Xun Ziyou's scalp felt numb after reading it.

“How could he, a foundation-building disciple, ask these formation questions…”

Xun Ziyou complained in his heart, but he couldn't answer it, so he went to ask Xun Zixian.

Xun Zixian's eyes brightened when he heard these questions, and he answered them one by one.

Xun Ziyou relayed it to Mo Hua.

 After Mo Hua asked again, Xun Ziyou had no choice but to ask Xun Zixian. Finally, Xun Zixian became impatient, stretched out his hand and said:

 “Give me your Taixu Order.”

Xun Ziyou reluctantly gave his elder token to Xun Zixian.

 After that, Xun Zixian chatted with Mo Hua for a while.

The two exchanged opinions with each other on the issue of formations. They had a good conversation, leaving Xunzi aside and completely forgetting about it.

Xun Zixian is no longer the irritating person who says "I don't want to play the piano to a cow". Instead, he is full of interest and has a lot of conversation.

Xun Ziyou sighed helplessly.

 Finally, the two of them finished talking.

Xun Zixian handed the Taixu Elder Order back to Xun Ziyou and sighed, "This is an excellent seedling. The future of the formation is limitless..."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons again with a solemn expression, "This child must not be lost in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."

Xun Ziyou silently rolled his eyes at him, thinking nonsense, what do you need to say?

 Then he sighed again.

This situation has been at a stalemate for several days, but I don't know when there will be a change.

 In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Mo Hua chatted with Elder Xun Zixian for a while and benefited a lot.

Although Elder Xun Zixian's formation attainments are far inferior to Mr. Xun's, he is also unique in his understanding of formations, as well as his experience and knowledge of some formations.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, as expected, there must be my teacher among the three of us.

 You cannot underestimate any formation master. You must be humble and think and learn more.

In addition, Elder Xun Zixian provided some speculations about the "Shinto formation" in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

 After a conversation, Mo Hua had some vague ideas in his mind, but he was not sure yet...

 The next day, in the evil weapon room of the Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

 The old demon cultivator, who is an evil weapon master, is still teaching Ouyang Mu to refine sword bones and forge evil swords.

Ouyang Mu stood between the blood pool and the bone furnace, practicing his sword conscientiously.

Outside the evil weapon room, Jin Gui's eyes were like poisonous snakes. After peeping for a while, he saw that Ouyang Mu was not lazy and was indeed forging the evil sword bit by bit. He nodded with satisfaction.

“Once Ouyang Mu enters the demon realm and becomes an evil swordsman, everything will be easy to handle…”

Jin Gui remained calm and turned around to leave.

 But what he didn't know was that, on the surface, Ouyang Mu was indeed involved in the whole process.

 But in fact, he has never mastered the truly evil weapon refining process.

It was because of the "tactful evasion" that Mo Hua taught him, and also because of the old demon cultivator who turned a blind eye and closed one eye.

The ink painting was a little strange, so he wrote to Ouyang Mu:

 “Ask this old guy what his relationship is with the Ouyang family.”

Ouyang Mu was startled, nodded slightly, then turned his head and said to the old demon cultivator: "Old Dong..."

 Influenced by ink painting, he almost said the word "old guy".

Ouyang Mu coughed, changed his title, and whispered:

“Senior, do you have any connection with our Ouyang family?”

 Lao Yaoxiu was shaken and stopped what he was doing, with a strong anger and unwillingness emanating from his body.

 The atmosphere in the room suddenly condensed.

There was silence all around, except for the sinister green fire, which creaked and burned, making a depressing sound.

Ouyang Mu swallowed his saliva, lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at his sleeves, and then muttered:

 “You… don't want to say it, just forget it…”

The old demon cultivator suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ouyang Mu with his cloudy eyes, his expression was sad and mixed with very complicated emotions.

 Finally, he sighed.

 “That's all, it doesn't hurt to tell you...”

Ouyang Mu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put down the bones in his hand.

The old demon cultivator said, "Don't stop."

"oh…"

Ouyang Mu was startled, then continued to light the fire and refine the bones.

 Old demon Xiu Ku sat on the spot, sighed deeply, and finally said slowly:

 “It's a long story…”

"You are right, I do... have some connection with the Ouyang family, and I was indeed..."

 Speaking of this, the old demon cultivator seemed a little embarrassed to speak, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said:

 “...is a disciple of the Ouyang family!”

Ouyang Mu's expression changed.

 Disciples of the Ouyang family!

 Sure enough!

 Then he was startled and angry.

In the Ouyang family of Tai Amen, hundreds of years ago, some people were captured by demon cultivators and imprisoned in this dark prison. They were forced to help "demon" torture and practice for these ferocious demon cultivators. The **** evil sword.

 (End of this chapter)

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