"Only those who can't practice swordsmanship will learn how to make swords."

"I am a direct descendant of the Ouyang family. I am watched by many people. I must practice swordsmanship like my brother and set an example for the disciples of the sect."

"My father would be unhappy if he learned to make swords..."

Speaking of this, Ouyang Mu looked a little lonely, "It's just... I'm far behind my brother, whether it's spiritual roots, cultivation, understanding, tolerance, sect's prestige, or how to deal with others.

Far inferior to big brother..."

The more Ouyang Mu spoke, the softer his voice became.

Mo Hua sighed.

With a brother who is too good, one can imagine the pressure on Xiao Mu.

The two brothers live up to their names, and Senior Brother Feng is like a tall, steady, conspicuous and warm maple tree.

Ouyang Mu, on the other hand, is thin and calm, like a "little wood" who hasn't grown up yet.

The gap between the two brothers is really huge.

"Then do you want to be a swordsmith?" Mo Hua asked.

Ouyang Mu nodded, "I don't know anything else. I'm not good at speaking. I'm not very good at practicing swordsmanship. I'm also stupid at hunting monsters. I'm happy only when I'm forging swords."

Mo Hua encouraged: "Then don't worry about it and learn what you want to learn."

Ouyang Mu was obviously very embarrassed, "But, my father..."

Mo Hua asked: "You are practicing swordsmanship now. Is your father happy?"

Ouyang Mu shook his head, "My father dislikes my poor swordsmanship and is not happy."

"That's right," Mo Hua said, "You learn sword making and your father is unhappy. You learn swordsmanship and your father is still unhappy. You are unhappy anyway. What does it matter?"

"In that case, why not learn something that makes you happier."

Ouyang Mu was stunned.

His little head turned around several times with great effort, and he suddenly realized that what Senior Brother Mo said seemed...

It makes perfect sense.

His father was not happy about learning swordsmanship or sword making.

No matter what you choose, the result is the same.

So what are you struggling with?

But even though he said this, he still felt a little uneasy and hesitant in his heart.

Mo Hua didn't expect him to figure it out immediately, but comforted him and said:

"Don't think so much, refine the spiritual sword you owe me first."

Although Xiaomu needs to practice swordsmanship, he must also earn meritorious deeds before he can practice swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship is not enough to support him in earning merit.

Then he can only earn merit by forging swords.

I just need to guide him step by step on the "right path" of making swords.

Mo Hua said silently in his heart:

"What's so good about swordsmanship..."

"These disciples who learn from Zhoujie and practice swordsmanship have a lot of them, and there is no shortage of small pieces of wood."

"Besides, Xiao Mumu himself has no talent for swordsmanship, and his temperament is not good at killing. Forcing him to practice swordsmanship would be a mistake..."

"Tai Amen doesn't know how to cherish such a good sword-making talent..."

Mo Hua shook his head.

Ouyang Mu came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Okay."

No matter what, we need to refine Senior Brother Mo’s eight spiritual swords first.

"By the way," Mo Hua pointed at the sword-making diagram in Ouyang Mu's hand, "for me...that junior fellow in Taixu Sect, who has average weapon-making skills, change the sword-making diagram so that it is as you just said. The change..."

Ouyang Mu was still not confident after all, so he hesitated and said:

"Is this okay? If I change someone else's sword drawing, wouldn't it be inappropriate..."

Mo Hua nodded, "It's very suitable. Don't worry, you can change it!"

Under Mo Hua's strong request, Ouyang Mu really took it seriously and meticulously changed the formation diagram of the spirit sword for Mo Hua.

After seeing the ink painting, I was greatly shocked.

It was okay not to compare, but when he compared it, he suddenly felt that what he had drawn before was just a piece of shit.

Mo Hua quietly rubbed the sword picture he had drawn before, rubbed it and threw it into the storage bag.

"Just practice like you do!"

Ink painting on Ouyang Mudao.

"Okay, Senior Brother Mo!"

Ouyang Mu's confidence increased greatly when he saw that Senior Brother Mo, who looked very powerful even though he didn't know why, recognized him so much.

After returning to Tai'amen, he put other things behind for the time being and concentrated on making swords for ink paintings.

Another eight days passed, and it was XNUMXth holiday.

In the forest of Demon Refining Mountain.

Ouyang Mu handed the refined golden spirit sword to Mo Hua with both hands.

Because this was his first time refining this kind of spiritual sword, he was a little unsure about its specific effect, so he only refined one and asked Mo Hua to take a look.

Mo Hua took the spirit sword and felt a slight tremor in his heart.

This sword has a non-heavy texture, restrained luster, precise internal structure, sharp shape, and a lot of exquisite craftsmanship.

Even before the sword formation is drawn, you can feel the slightest hint of sword energy.

At first glance, it is not on the same level as the flying swords I used before.

Mo Hua was overjoyed and decided to try the sword.

With three strokes, five divided by two, he drew the Broken Gold Sword Formation on the spirit sword. Because the speed was so fast and the pattern of the formation was so special, Ouyang Mu didn't even see clearly what was drawn in the ink drawing.

After drawing the sword formation, Mo Hua came to an open space, looked up at the sky, let go of his consciousness, and searched for prey.

After a while, a ferocious falcon soared past in the clear sky.

Mo Hua meditated on the spot and placed the golden spirit sword in front of him.

Then he held his breath and concentrated, running the Golden-Breaking Sword Control Technique, using his spiritual thoughts to control the sword, and using his spiritual consciousness to track down the enemy.

Above the golden spirit sword, the light suddenly surged.

The golden light appears briefly and then disappears.

Then a golden thread soared into the sky, heading straight towards the ferocious falcon monster in the sky.

In just a split second, a dazzling golden light exploded.

The sword energy, which was sharper than before, bloomed in a short period of time, like a golden lotus in full bloom, completely wrapping the hawk demon, and then smashing its wings, flesh and blood into pieces.

The hawk demon was completely strangled by the Broken Gold Sword Qi.

He died on the spot before even falling to the ground!

What a strong sword!

Mo Hua looked shocked, turned to look at Ouyang Mu who was even more shocked, reached out and patted his shoulder, saying domineeringly:

"From now on, just follow me!"
Chapter completed!