Chapter 185 Flesh becomes a weapon, the realm of outer emptiness
The beggar-like old man was called Lao Tian by the other two weapon refiners, but they didn't know his real name.
After seeing Mo Que's weapon patterns, Lao Tian drank wine and said, "No one in the world can carve this set of weapon patterns, but if you meet me, you are lucky!"
Seeing his profound eyes, Mo Que couldn't help but understand, so he immediately went to the city to buy good wine and food for him.
After Lao Tian had eaten and drank enough, he picked at his feet and said, "That's right, I'll help you this time."
Immediately, he drove the other two old men out, turned against the guests, occupied Fang Yan's refining room, and then asked Mo Que to take off his clothes.
Mo Que was not a coward, so he took off all his clothes and sat on the floor.
"Although your group is a weapon pattern, it is not engraved on ordinary weapons. Therefore, no one in the world can engrave it, not even the Weapon Emperor!"
"This pattern is specially made for people in the martial arts. To carve this pattern, the main thing is not the person who carves the pattern, but the person who is carved!"
"Weapons are dead things, and you are a living thing. To carve weapon patterns on your body should be led by your will, and the blood in your body should be used to guide these weapon patterns."
As the beggar-like Lao Tian spoke, he stretched out his fingers to carve Mo Que's body.
I saw that the old man's finger turned as red as fire, extremely hot, and when it was touched on Mo Que's martial body, it felt like it was being burned even by the strength of his martial body.
You must know that Mo Que's martial body has been refined in magma. Although it is only on the surface, ordinary power can no longer hurt him.
I don't know where this old beggar came from, but one finger was even scarier than the lava.
"If you can't help it, you can shout out!" the old beggar joked when he saw the pain on Mo Que's face.
Mo Que, on the other hand, remained silent. When he was being boiled by Yao Lao in the medicine cauldron, he had yelled, but after Yao Lao scolded him, he never uttered a word again during the pain of refining his body.
The old beggar showed admiration in his eyes, stopped talking, and used one finger to trace Mo Que's body.
This process was no less painful than Mo Que's previous body training.
He felt that the old man's finger was like a sharp blade, cutting open the flesh and blood on his body inch by inch.
"Don't stand there in a daze, control the inner magic and blood of your martial body, blend into these weapon patterns, and feel the mystery!" the old beggar reminded in Mo Que's ear.
Mo Que ignored the pain on his body and did as he was told, integrating the inner magic and blood of the sun into the pattern of the vessel carved by the old beggar.
His martial body remained unchanged, but at this time, he had a mysterious and mysterious feeling.
The weapon patterns inherently contain infinite mysteries, which can enhance the power of the weapon, refine it into a talisman, or form a magic circle.
At this moment, when Mo Que carefully felt the organ lines, he seemed to see the trajectory of the scorching sun in the sky.
It is not just as simple as dividing it into twelve stars as before, but it seems to be as detailed as every moment.
Moreover, the previous twelve-hour solar exercise method was just the trajectory of the sun in a day.
But this set of vessel patterns contains more changes, as if it includes the four seasons of cold and heat, and three hundred and sixty-five days in a year.
A person who refines qi can only cultivate the three hundred and sixty-five orifices to achieve Zhoutian.
The law of the sun, the setting and the rising of the moon, should also include the rotation of the four seasons, the passing of spring and the coming of autumn, rather than just the twelve stars in one day.
Mo Que sensed the more profound mystery of the Tao of the Sun in this set of weapon patterns.
He even vaguely saw the more vast path of the sun.
Throughout the ages, the stars have moved, the heaven and earth have experienced vicissitudes, but the sun has always coexisted with the heaven and earth, and will never be extinguished!
The Tao of the Sun is mysterious and complex, far from being as simple as he imagined, and it cannot be summarized by just one twelve Yang movements.
The Tao of the Sun that he had learned before was just his first entry into this sect, just like a person who cultivates qi and cultivates to the peak of the aperture realm is only his first entry into the Tao sect.
Seeing that Mo Que had almost forgotten the pain on his body and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the feeling of the weapon pattern, the old beggar nodded secretly.
This set of instrument patterns was complex and huge, and it took him seven days and seven nights to carve it on Mo Que's body before it was completed.
After carving this pattern, how well Mo Que's martial arts ability matches this weapon pattern depends entirely on his own creation.
The higher the degree of compatibility, the deeper his understanding of the mysteries contained in these weapon patterns, and the stronger the power of the sun in his body.
"Old beggar, how's it going? Did you succeed?"
When Lao Tian walked out of the house, the two weapon refiners were already waiting here.
As weapon refiners, they are naturally very interested in engraving weapon patterns on a human body. This is something that has never happened before.
"The weapon pattern has been carved, but how much he can get depends on his luck!" The old beggar started drinking again and said: "However, this boy is indeed suitable for martial arts. I believe the final result will not be too bad!"
The two weapon refiners stood guard outside the door, both wanting to see with their own eyes whether this humanoid weapon could truly succeed in the end.
"boom!"
On this day, a ray of golden light fell from the sky, coming from the scorching sun above the nine heavens.
"He actually mobilized the power of the sun in the sky, and this kid refined himself into a weapon, and it turned out that it was still a Taoist weapon blessed by the power of heaven, instead of an earthly weapon?"
The two weapon refiners looked at the golden light falling from the sky and looked at each other, dumbfounded.
It is crazy to refine the body into a weapon, but what Mo Que has refined is not an earth-level weapon, but a Taoist weapon blessed by the power of heaven?
It’s not that they have no vision, it’s that the world is too crazy!
"boom!"
A few days later, the room where Mo Que was sitting suddenly collapsed, revealing the figure sitting in the room, covered in golden light.
"This..." Fang Yan was stunned and said: "He just has the power of internal magic overflowing from his body, but it is so powerful. If he takes the initiative to use it, what will be the result?"
Another old man's expression was also very exciting, and he said: "Since the decline of martial arts, how many years has it been since anyone has cultivated martial arts to this level?"
Only the beggar-like old man remained as calm as ever, drinking wine by himself and glancing at Mo Que from time to time.
In this way, after Moque finished carving the pattern, he sat there for another ten days and ten nights.
Finally on this day, the golden light on his body disappeared, and his closed eyes finally opened.
"The traces on the vessel haven't disappeared at all?" The old beggar stepped forward to check and couldn't help but be surprised.
The pattern of the weapon is engraved on a living person. If it cannot fit, it will disappear soon. Just like if there is a gap on a dead weapon, it will always exist. However, humans are living creatures, and wounds on their bodies will heal on their own.
Mo Que has all the weapon patterns on his body, spread all over his body, which shows that his martial body has matched all the weapon patterns.
At this time, as long as Mo Que operates his inner magic, these weapon patterns on his body will appear, filled with blood, and the red lines will be densely covered all over his body, looking both sacred and evil.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior!" Mo Que put on his clothes and solemnly thanked the old beggar.
After cultivating the inner magic, the spirit is hidden in the blood. This is the realm of martial arts and blood spirit.
In the blood spirit realm, patterns are carved on the flesh body to further integrate the internal magic in the blood with the skin and flesh. This is called the outer virtual realm in martial arts.
Having reached this level, Mo Que is now in the Martial Arts, and is truly comparable to those in the Zhentian realm.
"What big thing do you want to do if you are so eager to improve your strength?" Lao Tian was picking his feet with one hand and drinking with the other, looking at Mo Que with interest.