"Act!" Mo Hua nodded, and then patiently explained to him how to perform this play. "You go tomorrow, but you should refuse first."

"...After being stubborn for a while, he showed a little desire for the sword, and his expression was a little shaken, as if he was attracted by the profound sword theory of the evil sword..."

"Then, he refused with his mouth, but looked compromised, pretending that he couldn't refuse..."

Mo Hua spoke in detail and asked:

"Remember?"

Ouyang Mu nodded, then shook his head.

He seemed to understand, but he didn't understand what Mo Hua was talking about.

After all, he has always been an honest kid, but suddenly he has to learn to act and lie, but there are still some twists and turns.

Mo Hua patiently explained it again, and then said:

"You act it out first and show it to me."

Ouyang Mu followed what the ink painting said and made an expression.

Mo Hua commented: "It's too stiff, the expression is unfamiliar, the eyes are not sincere enough, and it's not natural enough..."

"In this case, I will do it again first to give you a lesson."

Then Mo Hua imitated Ouyang Mu, with a serious face, just like a little wooden boy.

Then his eyes brightened slightly, as if seeing a treasure; then his eyes dodge to show that he was shaken; he gritted his teeth slightly to show that he was entangled in his heart; and then he sighed, as if he had finally made up his mind and decided to compromise...

In just ten breaths, the expressions in the ink painting changed several times, as naturally and smoothly as drinking water.

Ouyang Mu was dumbfounded, and finally couldn't help but murmured:

"As expected of Senior Brother Mo, he is so awesome..."

Not to mention the formation, even the acting was done so well.

Linghu Xiao and Song Jian on the side had complicated expressions, and they didn't know what to say.

"Do you understand?" Mo Hua calmed down and asked Ouyang Mu.

Ouyang Mu nodded, "I probably understand a little bit..."

"It's okay, just take some time to practice. You are introverted by nature, a bit dull, and don't know how to adapt. You will definitely suffer from this, so learn some acting skills and you will definitely be able to use them in the future."

Mo Hua warned again.

Ouyang Mu nodded in understanding.

So, that night, Ouyang Mujin followed Mo Hua's instructions and kept practicing various subtle expressions.

The next day, as expected, another demon cultivator opened the door.

Ouyang Mu was escorted by a demon cultivator and sent to the evil weapon room yesterday.

The rickety old demon cultivator, the evil formation master, was already waiting in the weapon refiner's room.

I don't know if he came early or if he just stayed in the refining room and never left the house.

After Ouyang Mu entered the door, the evil weapon master didn't talk nonsense and handed him a piece of bones just like yesterday.

"After refining these bones..."

The evil weapon master ordered.

Ouyang Mujin followed Mo Hua's instructions, first shaking his head and refusing:

"I don't practice!"

But his expression was a little stiff and not smooth enough.

"There are flaws...but it's barely passable." Mo Hua commented silently in his heart.

The evil weapon master didn't know it, let alone expected it, but after one night, Ouyang Mu had so many "bad things".

The evil weapon master did not doubt that he was there, and still sneered, "Then you will suffer a little more."

He took out the wolf fang lock again and bit Ouyang Mu's body.

Ouyang Mu endured the pain and never spoke.

After a while, his expression became more and more painful and ugly.

I'm not pretending, because it really hurts.

After a while, the evil weapon master asked again: "Have you thought about it? If you refine these bones, you will suffer less."

"I can also pass on my skills to you."

Ouyang Mu didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and turned over his sleeves.

There are "lines" given to him during the ink painting scene.

Ouyang Mu gritted his teeth and read carefully:

"I am a Tai'amen monk and a disciple of the Ouyang family. I inherit the most authentic sword-making skills. How could I be in cahoots with you... the demons who forge evil weapons?"

"I don't take your evil craftsmanship seriously at all!"

Ouyang Mu's tone was not natural enough.

But he is an "honest person", and honest people are the most irritating when they speak.

The evil weapon master was indeed dissatisfied and sneered: "Tai'amen, sword-making skills? Tai'amen has taken the wrong path, what can I teach you?"

"You follow me, and I will teach you how to make a real sword."

"Teach you how to quench blood, how to raise demons, how to forge sword bones... and even teach you many sword formations..."

Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping from above, was startled when he heard this.

Sword formation?!

Does this old evil weapon master still have a sword formation in his hand?

Or many sword arrays?!

Mo Hua took a deep breath.

"Heaven's secret calculation, sincerely don't deceive me!"

"Master's copper coins are really powerful!"

"There is actually so much wool that can be harvested in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..."
Chapter completed!