Chapter 773 Sword Bone


    Ouyang Mu looked at the old demon cultivator again, and looked emotional.


    In this way, this old evil weapon master who was trapped in the demon cultivator''s nest should be considered to be from his own sect and clan, a real... family senior?


    And for hundreds of years, I guess my seniority is much higher than myself.


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


    The old demon cultivator looked at Ouyang Mu, with a complicated expression and a melancholy look:


    "I was like you back then, with a good talent for refining weapons, but I was dull and taciturn. I only knew how to make swords all day long. I would like to cast a unique immortal sword in the sky and the earth as my lifelong wish..."


    "A fairy sword..."


    The old demon cultivator looked sad, "At that time, he was young and frivolous, and he didn''t know how far away these two words were, and how desperate it was."


    Then he laughed at himself, "We call ourselves a monk and are practicing immortals, but no one knows what the ''immortal'' is."


    "As long as everything is related to the word "xian", it is deep and terrifying, and cannot be described as..."


    Ouyang Mu nodded with a solemn expression.


    He indeed regarded the forging of the "Immortal Sword" as his lifelong dream of practicing Taoism.


    But the deeper he practiced Taoism and more swords, the more he felt that the word "Immortal" was unattainable.


    In this life, I may not be able to touch the edge of the "Immortal Sword".


    Not to mention that it can be made by yourself, even if you take a look, it is probably a great luxury.


    The old demon cultivator looked at Ouyang Mu silently, his mind was complicated and difficult to understand. Finally, he sighed and continued:


    "Hundreds of years ago, I was still a Tai Amen, and I was a disciple of the Ouyang family."


    "At that time, the Ouyang family had already begun to plan to change their minds and no longer major in sword making, but instead used sword making as the supplement and sword technique as the main focus, embarked on the path of pioneering sword techniques and becoming a true swordsmanship sect."


    "But I don''t want to practice sword skills, I just want to make a sword."


    "I still think about other people giving up sword weapons and learning sword techniques, day and night, and study the method of making swords."


    "It doesn''t matter if you don''t receive any respect in the sect. As long as I can make a sword, I will make it..."


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


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


    "I originally thought that I would learn how to refine weapons and make swords in Tai''amen, and I would never expect..."


    The old demon cultivator looked bitter, "Once I went to the mountain to hunt, I accidentally entered the dense forest outside the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, no direction..."


    "Several demon cultivators discovered me and they began to chase me. I didn''t have enough cultivation and was no match for them, so I was captured by them."


    "They opened their **** mouths and wanted to eat me, but when they found out that I had the ability to make swords, they saved my life and asked me to make evil swords for them."


    “I…have no choice.”


    The old demon cultivator looked twisted, "When I was in the sect, I also thought that I was a righteous monk with a firm heart. I thought that in the face of demons, I could uphold the righteous path and treat death as if I were home."


    "But when I was really facing those demon cultivators who smiled, 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, as if so many years of inhuman suffering had smoothed his self-esteem and accepted the helpless reality.


    Ouyang Mu showed sympathy on his face, "Old...sen, it''s not your fault."


    The old demon cultivator shook his head, "It''s over, and I''m already like this. Now it''s meaningless to talk about these right and wrong..."


    Ouyang Mu wanted to comfort him.


    But he was a clumsy and couldn''t think of any words of comfort for a moment.


    The old demon cultivator sighed and continued:


    "I compromised, I surrendered, I betrayed my own sect, my own family, and my own swordsmanship."


    "Since then, I have become a demon cultivator and an evil sword master."


    "I gave up my past identity and stayed in this dark and damned prison of demons, accompanied by monsters, and worked with demon cultivators, using human bones, human flesh, and human blood to refine weapons. So far, I don''t know how many evil swords have been refined for these demon cultivators. I don''t know how many evil swords have been urged by these demon cultivators to kill..."


    The old demon cultivator smiled, with blood in his mouth, not sure whether it was self-deprecating or self-satisfaction.


    Ouyang Mu is in a complicated mood.


    This is how a sword-casting master is. Even the righteous sword-casting master cannot decide whether the sword weapon you cast is used to eliminate demons and do good deeds, or kill indiscriminately.


    Not to mention the evil weapon master who casts the evil sword.


    "And now, my deadline is approaching, and I have forged a lot of sins in my life, and I finally have... a beginning..."


    The old demon cultivator said this and looked at Ouyang Mu, "But before I die, I still have a wish. I will almost always be trapped in this demon prison in this life, not knowing the age, day and night, and always studying refining weapons..."


    "These refining techniques are both good and evil, and in the end I can''t tell the difference between them."


    "But, no matter whether it is good or evil, it is my lifelong hard work. I must pass it on, otherwise I will die with my eyes open."


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


    "The only one I can pass on to the entire Ten Thousand Demon Prison is you."


    Ouyang Mu was stunned and looked hesitant.


    If it is the right way to make swords, he will naturally be grateful.


    But this old senior is an evil sword master, and his skills are mostly **** and evil sword-making techniques.


    He doesn''t want to learn at all.


    Just when he didn''t know what to do, he habitually lowered his head, glanced at his sleeve, and then he felt confident.


    "Thanks to the love of seniors..." Ouyang Mu''s expression was "tangled" for a while, then sighed and said, "I''ll learn..."


    The old demon cultivator breathed a long sigh and his whole body felt a little relaxed.


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


    "I am a teacher from Tai Amen Ouyang family. This sword-making skill is forged by many skills and is forged little by little..."


    "At least within the scope of second-grade refining weapons, I think I am no worse than any sword-casting master."


    "I have also devoted too much effort to the study of natal magic weapons."


    "If you learn this skill of mine, you must be the best in the same realm. Even if you can''t get out of the Ten Thousand Demon Prison, you can only work with these demon cultivation and be able to make a fortune."


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


    "If one day you can form pills in this Ten Thousand Demon Prison and become a third-grade evil sword master..."


    The old demon cultivator showed a hint of hope and said slowly, "Young Master will even let you go out and make you a confidant and serve him outside."


    "The days outside are much more free..."


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


    The old demon cultivator nodded, "You can make a pill."


    "But," he then sighed, "It''s not easy to form elixirs. In this Ten Thousand Demon Prison, there are so many demon cultivators, and for hundreds of years, there are not many who can form elixirs."


    "Although there are insufficient resources, defects in martial arts, and the demonic power is easily out of control, it is enough to see the difficulty of forming pills."


    "But, it''s a thought at least..."


    Ouyang Mu nodded slowly.


    Then he looked at his sleeves with his eyes, and asked as in Mo Hua ordered:


    "Old senior, you said you should serve the ''private master''... Who is this ''private master''?"


    Unexpectedly, when Ouyang Mu mentioned the young master, the old demon cultivator immediately sank and said in a trembling voice:


    "Don''t inquire, it''s better not to know. You just need to know that in this Wan Demon Prison, everything that follows the young master''s order is, don''t be too curious, otherwise you won''t know how to die."


    Ouyang Mu nodded and said:


    "I see."


    The old demon cultivator looked a little slow and said, "From tomorrow, I will officially start. The first thing I have to do with the blame is..."


    “…Forge the evil sword of birth!”


    "Yeah." Ouyang Mu looked a little calm.


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


    "Your surname is Ouyang, you have gone out with the same family as me and the same clan. I don''t want to make things difficult for you."


    "Let''s do this, come tomorrow. I will teach you the right way of refining weapons first. After learning, you can slowly go from the right to the evil, refine evil weapons, and cast evil swords..."


    "The Wan Yao Valley is a bad place. I can''t help but help you here. If you have any more things to do, you can only ask for more blessings..."


    Ouyang Mu was stunned, then felt grateful and bowed:


    “Thank you, senior.”


    The old demon cultivator waved his hand indifferently, "Say less false words, go and come here tomorrow."


    Ouyang Mu bowed and then said goodbye. He was taken back to prison by a demon cultivator.


    In the evil weapon room, only this old demon cultivator was left.


    “Too…”


    His voice was hoarse, like an old tree crow, muttering these two words silently, and then suddenly, his whole body trembled violently.


    The old demon cultivator reached out to cover his mouth, but he was slowing down and blood was coughing out of his mouth.


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


    After a while, the cough eased.


    The old demon cultivator slowly sat down, tilted his head, stared at the gloomy fire in the bone refining furnace, and 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 Linghu Xiao were chatting in a low voice.


    Song Jian was eating secretly.


    What I ate was the jerky meat given to him by Mo Hua. Because it was hard to get, he ate carefully, tear it off little by little, and threw it in his mouth to chew it.


    The demon cultivator who was guarding was not there, and the ink painting showed his body.


    The three people in the prison are no longer surprised.


    Ink paintings come and go without a trace, they are really like "ghost".


    The few people chatted briefly, and Ouyang Mu sighed a little, "That senior is actually from the Ouyang family..."


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


    Mo Hua shook her 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 is a lie to you."


    Ouyang Mu was stunned, "Isn''t he a member of the Ouyang family?"


    "This is hard to say," Mo Hua pondered, "That old thing, eight or nine out of ten sentences are fake, at most one or two sentences are true."


    "He is a disciple of the Ouyang family in Taiamen. This sentence may be true. But there are other words that are very suspicious." "Think about it..." Mo Hua said:


    "The dense forest outside the Ten Thousand Demon Valley is very dangerous. He is a weapon refiner, and why did he run into the dense forest alone if he has nothing to do?"


    "And there are formations in the dense forest, and the spiritual consciousness cannot distinguish the direction. This is true for cultivators and demon cultivators."


    "If you just simply enter the dense forest, how could you accidentally run into a group of demon cultivators?"


    "If the demon cultivator was hungry and thirsty, he would have eaten it a long time ago. How could he keep him as a swordsman?"


    "Will he make a sword? Unless he takes the initiative to say it, the demon cultivator will most likely not know about it?"


    "Also, he was trapped in this Ten Thousand Demon Prison for hundreds of years, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and I don''t know how much flesh and blood he ate raw. Human nature has long been almost gone. How could he care about the friendship between the same clan and the same clan?"


    “What can I do if I go out of the same family and the same clan?”


    "So, that old guy sounds fine, but when you think about it carefully, there are many flaws..."


    Of course, this is just the obvious statement of ink painting.


    In fact, when he was listening to the old demon cultivator''s speech, his spiritual sense keenly noticed that the old demon cultivator''s divine consciousness had some unusual fluctuations.


    It seems that I have something different to think.


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


    When the old demon cultivator spoke, the cause and effect line was a little disordered.


    Mo Hua almost instinctively realized that there was something strange about his words.


    The simple little wood opened its mouth silently, and at the same time, it couldn''t help but be confused:


    How does the younger brother grow up with his head? How many thoughts do he have to hide in his heart...


    Linghu Xiao, who was standing beside him, frowned when he heard this, "If this old demon cultivator has other plans, 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 him, they are all trying to make your decisions."


    So far, the demon cultivators have used a lot of methods openly and secretly.


    Now, on the surface, it is only aimed at small wood.


    But this is probably just the beginning, and Linghu Xiao and Song Jian cannot be spared.


    Based on the information eavesdropped in the ink painting these days.


    Among the three, Linghu Xiao’s situation is slightly better.


    He has a clear sword heart and is a genius who is rare in Chongxu Sect in five hundred years.


    No matter whether you are in a devil, you are a "baby".


    Although the demon cultivator also cut off Linghu Xiao''s little finger, his attitude was quite respectful and obviously did not dare to offend him easily.


    Predictions based on ink painting.


    These demon cultivators are most likely to want Linghu laugh directly, get on the young men''s "flower boat", use "sugar-coated cannonballs" to lure him, corrupt him, and let him fall into demons, and join forces.


    As for what sugar-coated shells are there on the flower boat.


    I am still simple and have little knowledge, and I can''t imagine it for the time being.


    But Song Jian…


    Mo Hua looked back and saw Song Jian, who was still gnawing on the dried meat, felt a little sympathy in his heart.


    Song Jian is a hostage.


    These demon cultivators probably may not want to "assimilate" him.


    Maybe one day, it is not impossible to just give him a gift.


    Song Jian noticed Mo Hua''s gaze, snorted coldly, turned his back, as if he didn''t want to see Mo Hua, but he still chewed the jerky meat silently.


    Mo Hua sighed in her heart:


    "Forget it, this poor child, I won''t tell him anymore, so that he won''t even be able to eat jerky when he knows it."


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


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


    Human hearts are indeed sinister...


    "Senior Brother Mo, what should I do? He taught me to make swords. Do I still need to learn it?"


    Ink painting was pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "You need to learn."


    "You just think you don''t know anything, forget what I just said, and even think of that old thing as an old senior in your Ouyang family who has gone astray but is about to die, and has a trace of kindness in your heart."


    "You learn what he teaches you normally, but it''s useless to learn it."


    "When you encounter other situations, act by chance. I will teach you then..." Mo Hua said.


    "Okay, Senior Brother Mo." Ouyang Mu nodded repeatedly.


    "However," Ouyang Mu was a little confused, "What are the plans for that old demon cultivator?"


    The eyes of the ink painting slightly condensed.


    "When the time comes, you will know..."


    …


    The next day, the evil weapon room.


    The old demon cultivator was looking at his demon velvet paper again.


    Ouyang Mu is refining white bones and melting the essence and iron.


    After the bones were melted, the old demon cultivator put away the demon skin paper and said in a very old voice: "It''s almost done, I''ll teach you how to cast your own sword bones."


    "Yes." Ouyang Mu nodded as Mo Hua''s instructions.


    The old demon cultivator looked solemn and said slowly:


    "All swords must have bones."


    "This bone refers to the root of the sword, and the ''backbone'' of the sword may not be really the ''skeleton''."


    "It depends on the inheritance of the sword casting. The material of the sword bones can be gold and jade, silver couple, copper and iron, or wood and stone spirits. Of course, it can also be demon bones, animal bones, and even human bones..."


    "There are not so many sword bones for ordinary spiritual swords."


    "But the natal sword embryo needs to cultivate spiritual power and integrate it. The requirements for the sword bones related to life are extremely strict."


    "Even the sword bone itself directly determines the ultimate quality of the natal spiritual sword magic weapon."


    "Only good bones can you cast a good sword."


    "A sword without bones is just scrap iron..."


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


    "This is the material used to cast sword bones."


    Ouyang Mu looked at the blood on the bones and his expression changed slightly, "Is this...human bone?"


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


    "You have to learn to abandon these pedantic ideas that are related to good and evil little by little, otherwise, how can you gain a foothold in the Wan Yao Prison in the future?"


    Ouyang Mu said stutteringly: "Yes, senior..."


    The old demon cultivator''s expression slightly cleared, "I''ll forge it, you''ll watch it."


    "Um."


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


    This set of processes is very cumbersome and requires extremely high requirements for refining tools.


    I can’t quite understand the ink painting.


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


    When he really refines the tools, he is not good at it.


    He swung the second-grade weapon refining hammer very hard.


    Therefore, when the old demon cultivator teaches Xiaomu to cast a sword, he can only look from the side.


    However, although he didn''t understand the skills of refining weapons, he cared about another thing very much:


    "Who is this human bone used to cast the ''sword bone''?"


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


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


    This bone won''t be...


    This old demon cultivator''s own spine, right?


    He sucked his spine to cast his natal sword bone?


    Mo Hua took a breath.


    What is this sword-making technique?


    It''s too cruel.


    Mo Hua stared at the curved figure of the old demon cultivator again, as if he was being sucked from his bones, and the more he looked, the more he felt like him.


    Evil cultivators killed people, peeled bones and made swords, and were just cruel to others, but this old guy was cruel to himself...


    "But, is there any special significance for making a sword with your own bones?"


    I don’t understand ink painting very much.


    Inside the evil weapon room, the old demon cultivator quenched blood, melted iron, and forged bones... It was done in one go, and the skill of refining the weapon was indeed perfect.


    Ouyang Mu looked at him in a flash, and was also thinking about what methods he could learn.


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


    "The next sword-casting process is the blood sacrifice technique. If you don''t want to learn it, you can ignore it."


    Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.


    The old demon cultivator took out a piece of **** iron and handed it to Ouyang Mu, "Take this **** iron into the blood pool over there for quenching, and it will be used later."


    “Yes, senior.”


    Ouyang Mu took the **** iron, walked aside, and placed it in a pool of blood to quench the blood.


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


    Afterwards, he used this pen to start drawing something on the sword bone, his movements were very obscure.


    But although he pushed Ouyang Mu away and avoided Ouyang Mu''s gaze, he did not avoid ink painting.


    When Mo Hua took out the pen from him, he felt a little shocked.


    This evil sword master did not swing his hammer, but instead used a pen?


    What does he want to draw?


    Mo Hua was very curious, then held her breath and concentrated, tilted her head, stared at her for a while, and suddenly her pupils shrank, and her mind was shocked.


    This old demon cultivator who is proficient in sword making, what he secretly drew on the sword bone was actually...


    Shinto array pattern? !


    (This chapter ends)