Asking About Longevity Chapter 773

Chapter 773 Sword Bone

Ouyang Mu looked at the old demon cultivator again, with a sigh on his face.

Calculating it this way, this old evil weapon master trapped in the demon cultivator's lair should be regarded as a member of his own sect and clan, a real...family predecessor?

 And it has been hundreds of years, so he is probably much older than me.

Ouyang Mu couldn't help but feel a trace of respect in his heart.

 The old demon cultivator glanced at Ouyang Mu with a complicated expression and said melancholy:

“Back then, I was just like you. I had considerable talent for refining weapons, but I was dull and taciturn. I only knew how to forge swords all day long. I regard it as my lifelong wish to forge a fairy sword that is unique in heaven and earth..."

 “The fairy sword…”

The old demon cultivator looked dejected, "I was young and frivolous at that time, and I didn't know the heights of the sky. I didn't know how far out of reach these two words were, how... it made people despair."

Then he laughed at himself, "We call ourselves monks, and we cultivate immortality, but no one knows what 'immortal' is."

“Everything that comes with the word 'immortal' is profound, terrifying, and indescribable..."

Ouyang Mu looked solemn and nodded.

He indeed regards forging "immortal swords" as his lifelong dream of monasticism.

But the deeper he cultivated the Taoism and the more swords he made, the more he felt that the immortal word was unattainable.

In this life, I may not be able to get close to the "immortal sword".

 Let alone casting it with your own hands, just taking a look at it is probably a great luxury.

The old demon cultivator glanced at Ouyang Mu silently with his turbid eyes. His thoughts were complicated and difficult to understand. Finally, he sighed and continued:

“Hundreds of years ago, I was a Tai'amen and a disciple of the Ouyang family.”

“At that time, the Ouyang family had already begun to plan to change their course. Instead of majoring in sword-making, they would supplement sword-making and focus on swordsmanship, embarking on the path of developing sword techniques and becoming a true kendo sect.”

“But I don't want to practice swordsmanship, I just want to make swords.”

“Others abandon their swords to learn sword skills, but I still have the same focus, working day and night to study the art of forging swords.”

“It doesn't matter if I'm not respected in the sect, as long as I can make swords...”

When the old demon cultivator said this, he couldn't help but stooped, coughed a few times, and coughed up blood.

But he didn't care, but silently wiped away the blood and continued:

“I originally thought that I would continue to learn to forge weapons and swords in Tai'amen until I grow old, but I didn't expect that…”

The old demon cultivator looked bitter, "One time I went into the mountains to hunt, but I entered the dense forest outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons by mistake. I lost my direction..."

“Several demon cultivators discovered me, and they started to hunt me down. I was not a match for them due to my lack of cultivation, so I was captured by them.”

“They opened their **** mouths and wanted to eat me, but when they discovered that I had the ability to forge swords, they spared my life and asked me to forge evil swords for them.”

 “I...have no choice.”

The old demon cultivator looked dull, "When I was in the sect, I also thought that I was a righteous monk with a firm heart. I thought that I could uphold the righteousness in the face of monsters and regard death as home."

“But when I really faced those evil cultivators who were grinning, I realized that I was wrong.”

 “I know nothing about myself.”

 “I... am a coward.”

When the old demon cultivator said this, his eyes were cold. It seemed that so many years of inhuman suffering had softened his self-esteem and accepted the helpless reality.

Ouyang Mu looked sympathetic, "Senior, I don't blame you."

The old demon cultivator shook his head, "The matter has come to this, and I am already like this. Now it is meaningless to discuss the rights and wrongs of these things..."

Ouyang Mu wanted to comfort him with a few words.

 But he was clumsy and couldn't think of any words of comfort at the moment.

 The old demon cultivator sighed and continued:

“I compromised, I surrendered, I betrayed my sect, my family, and my swordsmanship.”

“Since then, I have become a demon cultivator and an evil swordsman.”

"I gave up my previous identity and stayed in this dark prison of ten thousand monsters. I kept company with monster beasts and monster cultivators. I used human bones, human flesh, and human blood to refine weapons. So far, I don't know how to refine weapons for these monster cultivators. How many evil swords have been made, and I don't even know how many people have been killed by these evil swords driven by these demon cultivators..."

 The old demon cultivator smiled, with blood coming from his mouth. He didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or feeling complacent.

Ouyang Mu had mixed feelings.

The thing about swordsmiths is that even a righteous swordsmith cannot decide whether the sword you forge will be used to ward off demons and do good, or whether it will be used to kill people and do evil.

 Let alone the evil weapon master who forges the evil sword.

"And now, my end is approaching. I have committed a lot of sins in my life, but I finally...have an end..."

When the old demon cultivator said this, he glanced at Ouyang Mu, "But before I die, I still have a wish. I have been trapped in this prison of ten thousand demons almost all my life. I don't know how old I am, I don't know day and night, and I am studying all the time. Tool refining…”

“There are good and evil techniques in these weapon refining techniques, and in the end I couldn't tell them apart.”

"However, whether it is good or evil, it is my life's hard work, and I must pass it on, otherwise I will die in peace."

 The old demon cultivator stared at Ouyang Mu with deep eyes:

 “In the entire Ten Thousand Demons Prison, the only person I can preach to is you.”

Ouyang Mu was startled and looked hesitant.

If the sword is made in the right way, he will naturally be grateful.

But this old man is an evil swordsman, and his skills are mostly **** and evil sword-making methods.

 He doesn't want to learn at all.

　　When he didn't know what to do, he habitually lowered his head and glanced at his sleeves, and then felt confident in his heart.

 “Thanks to the great love of seniors...” Ouyang Mu looked “tangled” for a while, then sighed and said: “I will learn...”

The old demon cultivator let out a long sigh of relief, and his whole body felt a little more relaxed.

Then he looked a little arrogant and said to Ouyang Mu:

“I learned from the Ouyang family of Tai'amen, and my sword-making skills are forged step by step through repeated hard work...”

“At least in the realm of second-grade weapon refining, I consider myself no worse than any swordsmith.”

“I have also put too much effort into the research of natal magic weapons.”

　　"If you learn this skill from me, you will definitely be the best in the same realm. Even if you can't get out of the Ten Thousand Demons Prison and can only associate with these demon cultivators, you can still get along well."

"No matter how ferocious the demon cultivator is, he will not dare to neglect you..."

“If one day you can form an elixir in this Ten Thousand Demons Prison and become a third-grade evil swordsman…”

The old demon cultivator showed a glimmer of hope and said slowly: "Young master will even let you out and let you become his confidant and work for him outside."

 “The days outside are much more relaxed…”

Ouyang Mu looked surprised, "Can you still go out?"

 Old Yao Xiu nodded, "As long as you can form elixirs."

"It's just," he then sighed, "it's not easy to form an elixir. In this Ten Thousand Demon Prison, there are so many demon cultivators, and for hundreds of years, there are only a few who can form an elixir."

“Although there are insufficient resources, shortcomings in the technique, and the demonic power can easily get out of control, it is enough to see how difficult it is to form the elixir.”

 “But, at least it's just a thought…”

Ouyang Mu nodded slowly.

 Then he looked at his sleeves with his peripheral vision and asked according to Mo Hua's instructions:

“Old senior, you said you were working for the 'Master'… Who is this 'Master'?”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ouyang Mu mentioned the young master, the old demon cultivator's expression immediately darkened, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Don't pry, and it's best not to know. All you need to know is that in this Ten Thousand Demons Prison, all you have to do is follow the Young Master's orders. Don't be too curious, otherwise you won't know how you died."

Ouyang Mu felt a chill in his heart, nodded and said:

"I see."

The old demon cultivator's expression softened slightly and he said: "Starting from tomorrow, I will officially begin to teach you what I have learned throughout my life. The first thing to do is..."

 “…forge the evil sword of your destiny!”

 “Yeah.” Ouyang Mu looked a little indifferent.

Seeing this, the old demon cultivator sighed, "I know that although you promised to be an evil swordsman, you still can't accept it in your heart."

"Your surname is Ouyang. You come from the same family and clan as me. I don't want to embarrass you."

"Well, come here tomorrow, I will teach you the righteous way of refining weapons first. After learning, you will slowly move from righteousness to evil, refining evil weapons, and forging evil swords..."

“The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is a dangerous place. I can't help myself, so I can only help you get here. From now on, you can only ask for your own blessings..."

Ouyang Mu was startled for a moment, then he felt grateful and cupped his hands and said:

 “Thank you, old timer.”

The old demon cultivator waved his hand indifferently, "Stop saying such false words. Let's go and come back tomorrow."

Ouyang Mu bowed and then said goodbye. He was escorted by a demon cultivator and returned to the prison.

 The old demon cultivator was the only one left in the evil weapon room.

 “Tai'a…”

His voice was as hoarse as a crow in an old tree. He muttered these two words silently, and then suddenly, his whole body began to tremble violently.

 The old demon cultivator reached out to cover his mouth, but he was a step too slow and blood was already coughing out of his mouth.

He hurriedly took out a large pile of red or white pills from the storage bag and swallowed them whole.

 After a while, the cough subsided.

The old demon repaired his rickety body, slowly sat down, tilted his head, and stared at the gloomy fire in the bone refining furnace. There was an inexplicable brilliance in his turbid eyes.

Mo Hua frowned and then slowly left.

 He went to the prison.

In the prison, Ouyang Muzheng and Linghuxiao were chatting in a low voice.

 Song Jian was eating secretly on the side.

　　What he ate was the dried meat that Mo Hua gave him. Because it was hard to get, he ate it carefully, tearing it off bit by bit, throwing it in his mouth and chewing it.

 The demon cultivator who was guarding him was not here, and his figure appeared in the ink painting.

The three people in the prison are already used to strange things.

 The ink paintings come and go without a trace, really like "ghosts".

A few people chatted briefly, and Ouyang Mu said with emotion: "That old man is actually from the Ouyang family..."

"I don't know if he can help us escape..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Don't think about it."

Ouyang Mu doesn't quite understand.

Mo Hua said: "That old guy is an old liar. What he said was a lie to you."

Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment, "Isn't he from the Ouyang family?"

"It's hard to say," Mo Hua said thoughtfully, "that old guy, eighty-nine out of ten sentences are false, and at most only one or two are true."

"He is a disciple of the Ouyang family of Tai'amen. This sentence may be true. But the other words, one sentence at a time, are very suspicious." "Think about it..." Mo Hua said:

"The dense forest outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is very dangerous. He is a weapon refiner, so what is he doing in the dense forest alone?"

“Furthermore, there is a formation in the dense forest, and the spiritual sense cannot tell the direction. This is true for monks, and it is also true for demon cultivators.”

“If we simply entered the dense forest, how could we accidentally run into a group of demon cultivators?”

“If the demon cultivators were so hungry and thirsty, they would definitely have eaten him if they met him. How could they keep him as a swordsmith?”

"Whether he knows how to forge swords, unless he takes the initiative to say so, there is a high probability that the demon cultivator will not know about it?"

“Furthermore, he has been trapped in the Ten Thousand Demon Prison for hundreds of years, eating raw flesh and blood. His humanity has been almost wiped out. How could he care about the friendship between the same clan and the same clan?”

 “They come from the same sect and the same clan, so what?”

“So, what the old guy said sounds fine, but when you think about it carefully, there are a lot of flaws...”

Of course, this is just what the ink painting says on the surface.

 Actually, when he was listening to the old demon cultivator's words, he keenly noticed that there were some unusual fluctuations in the old demon cultivator's spiritual thoughts.

　　Seems to have some other thoughts.

 In addition, it is the intuition from cause and effect.

 When the old demon cultivator spoke, the line of cause and effect was somewhat disordered.

Mo Hua almost instinctively sensed that there might be something fishy in his words.

 The simple little wood opened his mouth silently, and at the same time he couldn't help but be confused in his heart:

 Senior Brother, how does this head grow? How many hidden agendas does he have in his heart...

Linghu Xiao on the side frowned when he heard this, "If this old demon cultivator has other agendas, wouldn't Junior Brother Mu be in danger?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "But speaking of it, you have never been safe. Whether it is Jin Gui, the old demon cultivator, or the young master behind you, they are all trying to take advantage of you."

So far, the demon cultivators have used many methods overtly and covertly.

 At present, on the surface, only small pieces of wood are targeted.

 But this is probably just the beginning, Linghu Xiao and Song Jian are not immune.

 Based on the intelligence eavesdropped on Mo Hua during these days.

 Among the three, Linghuxiao's situation is slightly better.

His swordsmanship is clear and he is a rare genius in Chongxu Sect for 500 years.

　　Whether you are in the right or evil, you are always a "treasure".

Although the demon cultivator also broke off Linghuxiao's little finger, his attitude was quite respectful and he obviously did not dare to offend easily.

　guess based on ink painting.

These demon cultivators most likely want to make Linghu laugh directly and get on the "flower boat" of the young men, using "sugar-coated bullets" to lure him, corrupt him, and make him fall, so that they can become monsters together and join in the evil deeds.

 As for the flower boat, what sugar-coated bullets are there?

 I am still naive and have little experience, so I cannot imagine it for the time being.

But Song Jian…

Mo Hua looked back and saw Song Jian, who was still chewing on the dried meat, feeling a little sympathetic.

 Song Jian was a hostage.

These demon cultivators probably don't necessarily want to “assimilate” him.

Maybe one day, I can give him to him directly, it is not impossible.

Song Jian noticed Mo Hua's gaze, snorted coldly, and turned his back. He didn't seem to want to see Mo Hua, but he still chewed the dried meat silently.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart:

"Forget it, this poor kid, I won't tell him, lest he won't even be able to eat the dried meat when he finds out."

 On the other side, Ouyang Mu was a little sad.

 He thought that the old demon cultivator really did not forget Tai Amen, cared about his family, and wanted to teach him the sword-making skills he had learned throughout his life.

 The human heart is indeed sinister...

“Senior Brother Mo, what should I do? He taught me how to make swords, do I still want to learn?”

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, nodded and said, "I have to learn."

“You just pretend you don't know anything, forget what I just said, and think that old guy is an old man from your Ouyang family who has gone astray, but is about to die, and has a little kindness in his heart.”

“You should learn what he teaches you as usual. If you don't learn it, it will be in vain.”

“If you encounter other situations, please act wisely. I will teach you when the time comes...” Mo Hua said.

 “Okay, Senior Brother Mo.” Ouyang Mu nodded repeatedly.

“However,” Ouyang Mu was a little confused, “What is the plan of that old demon cultivator?”

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

 “You'll know when the time comes…”

 The next day, the evil weapon was in the room.

 The old demon cultivator was looking at his piece of demon paper again.

Ouyang Mu is refining white bones and melting fine iron.

After the bones were melted, the old demon cultivator put away the demon paper and said in an old voice: "It's almost done. I will teach you how to cast the natal sword bone."

“Yes.” Ouyang Mu remembered Mo Hua's instructions and nodded.

 The old demon cultivator looked solemn and said slowly:

 “Every sword must have bones.”

“This bone refers to the root bone of the sword, the 'backbone' of the sword, which may not really be the 'skeleton'.”

“Depending on the inheritance of the sword, the material of the sword bone can be gold, jade, silver, copper and iron, or wood and stone spiritual objects. Of course, it can also be demon bones, animal bones, or even human bones..."

“Generally speaking, the sword bones of spiritual swords are not so particular.”

“However, the natal sword embryo must be warmed and cultivated to be integrated with spiritual power. The natal magic weapon related to life has extremely strict requirements on the sword bones.”

“Even the sword bone itself directly determines the final quality of the natal spiritual sword magic weapon.”

“Only with good bones can a good sword be made.”

 “A sword without a bone is nothing more than scrap metal…”

 After saying that, the old demon cultivator took out a long spine from the storage bag and said solemnly:

“This is the material used to make sword bones.”

Ouyang Mu looked at the blood on the bones and his expression changed slightly, "Are these...human bones?"

The old demon cultivator said indifferently: "So what about human bones, and what about demon bones? Skeletons that can be made into high-quality sword bones are good bones..."

"You have to learn to abandon these pedantic ideas about good and evil little by little. Otherwise, how will you gain a foothold in the Ten Thousand Demons Prison in the future?"

Ouyang Mu whispered: "Yes, senior..."

 The old demon cultivator's expression was slightly bright, "I'll forge it, and you'll watch from the side."

"Um."

 Then the old demon cultivator began to take Ouyang Mu with him to formally learn "casting sword bones".

This set of procedures is very cumbersome and requires extremely high craftsmanship.

 I can't quite understand the ink painting.

He only knows some theoretical things about the art of weapon refining, and of course, it also includes some knowledge of array design.

 When it comes to actually refining weapons, he is not good at it.

He can wield a second-grade weapon-making hammer very hard.

 So, when the old demon was practicing making swords out of small wood, he could only watch from the sidelines.

However, although he didn't know much about the art of weapon refining and ink painting, he was very concerned about another thing:

“Whose bone is this human bone used to cast the 'sword bone' in?”

“This human bone was treasured and hidden by this old demon cultivator. It was specially kept to refine the natal sword bone. This shows that the origin of this human bone must not be simple..."

Mo Hua stared at the hunched old demon cultivator, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

This bone could not be...

This old demon needs to repair his spine, right?

 He took out his own spine and used it to cast his natal sword bone?

Mo Hua took a breath of cool air.

 What kind of sword-making method is this?

 It's too cruel.

Mo Hua stared at the old demon cultivator's crooked figure, as if his bones had been ripped out. The more he looked at it, the more he looked like it.

Evil cultivators kill people, strip bones and make swords, and they are just cruel to others, but this old guy is cruel to himself...

“But is there any special significance in making a sword from one's own bones?”

 I don't quite understand the ink painting.

In the evil weapon room, the old demon cultivator tempered blood, melted iron, and forged bones... all in one go, and his weapon refining skills were truly superb.

Ouyang Mu watched intently, and at the same time, he was also thinking about what methods he could learn.

After casting like this for a while, the old demon cultivator said:

“The next sword-making process involves blood sacrifice. If you don't want to learn it, you don't have to watch it.”

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

The old demon cultivator took out a piece of fine iron and handed it to Ouyang Mu, "Take this fine iron and temper it in the blood pool over there. You will need it later."

 “Yes, senior.”

Ouyang Mu took the fine iron, walked aside, and put it in the blood pool to quench the blood.

The old demon cultivator glanced at Ouyang Mu, his eyes cautious, and then with his old hand, he slowly took out a pen from the storage bag.

 After that, he used this pen to draw something on the sword bone with very obscure movements.

 It's just that although he pushed Ouyang Mu away and avoided Ouyang Mu's gaze, he did not avoid the ink painting.

 When Mo Hua took out his pen, he was a little shocked.

This evil swordsman, instead of wielding a hammer, uses a pen?

 What is he going to draw?

Mo Hua was very curious, and then he held his breath and tilted his head, staring at it for a while. Suddenly his pupils shrank and his mind was shaken.

This old demon cultivator who is proficient in making swords, what he secretly drew on the sword bone turned out to be...

 Shinto formation pattern? !

 (End of this chapter)

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