Asking About Longevity Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Drawing Blood

  Blood-draining?

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then asked Bai Zixi, "Is it difficult to learn the blood-draining technique..."

Bai Zixi shook his head, "It's not difficult to learn, but it's difficult to use."

"The blood-draining technique is a simplified form of spiritual control, which can draw demon blood with spiritual consciousness. Divine control is the ability of foundation-building monks. Although Qi Refining monks can barely use it, it cannot be separated from the air, and it consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness." Bai Zixi explained.

If it's just that his spiritual consciousness consumes a lot, Mo Hua doesn't have to worry about it. After all, he's not very good at spiritual skills and body training, so he only has some strengths in his spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua looked at Bai Zixi expectantly with a pair of dark, watery eyes.

Bai Zixi understood, sighed slightly, and took out another book from the phoenix pattern storage bag.

 The book cover reads "The Art of Drawing Blood".

"Draining blood is a laborious task and consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness. Most monks won't learn it, so be careful." Bai Zixi said.

 “Okay!” Mo Hua said happily.

 Then he also took out a mahogany food box from his storage bag. In the food box were several pieces of jade cake and a pot of pear blossom stuffed rice.

The jade cake is sweet, and the pear blossom stuffing is light and sweet. When mixed together, they have a rich aroma.

 “My mother made it newly, let me try it for you.”

Bai Zixi was stunned for a moment, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she was not polite to Mo Hua. She picked up a piece of jade cake with her fingers and ate it in small bites.

 Perhaps it tastes good, Ming Li's eyes narrowed slightly.

When Bai Zisheng smelled the fragrance, he sat up suddenly, sniffed his nose a few times, and looked at the ink painting:

"What about mine?"

 “Don't you have a headache?”

 “It doesn't hurt now.” Bai Zisheng said.

 “You should rest more.”

 “Have a rest after eating.”

Mo Hua shook his head and took out a plate of beef for him.

 “This is cooked with spicy spices, so it will be spicier.”

Bai Zisheng picked up a few slices of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and immediately let out a roar and said: "It's so spicy!"

After chewing a few mouthfuls, he nodded again, "It's delicious!"

Bai Zisheng was so spicy on the one hand and so fragrant on the other. The bottom of the plate of beef quickly reached the bottom, and then he said:

 “What did you want to ask just now?”

 “I'm done asking.”

“I can't eat your food for free. If you think of something else, ask!” Bai Zisheng insisted.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked:

“The blood-draining technique is a simplified version of the divine consciousness control object…then what is the divine consciousness control object?”

Bai Zisheng said doubtfully: "You don't even know how to control objects with divine consciousness? All the monks in the foundation-building stage can do it."

"Isn't it normal that I, a Qi Refining monk, don't know the abilities of the foundation-building monks?" Mo Hua said.

Bai Zisheng couldn't find anything to say to refute for a moment. He nodded and explained:

“The so-called control of objects with spiritual consciousness means that you can rely on spiritual consciousness to control external objects from a distance. For example, you can move these small stone tables and stools from a distance with your spiritual consciousness.”

“It seems like it's not a big deal…”

"How is that possible?" Bai Zisheng snorted, "Of course it's not a big deal to control these tables and stools, but you can control the sword!"

Bai Zisheng's eyes shone, "Think about it, he wields a sword with his spiritual consciousness! From a long distance away, with his spiritual thoughts, the sword flies over and kills the enemy thousands of miles away! Isn't it very powerful?"

 “Is it really a thousand miles?”

Bai Zisheng said with a speechless face: "Are you making a point?"

“It's impossible for a monk in the foundation-building stage to spread his spiritual consciousness thousands of miles away.” Mo Hua said realistically.

Bai Zisheng reluctantly admitted: "Yes...it would be good to have ten miles and a hundred miles."

Mo Hua had such an expression on his face.

"You must be rigorous in cultivating the Tao. A slight deviation can lead to a thousand miles of error. If you are not clear about it, you can easily lose your life by fighting with others." Mo Hua said with a serious face. Bai Zisheng: “…”

"What's more, the difference between your Thousand Miles Sword and the actual situation is nearly ten or even a hundred times. The error is so big, if you really take action, you will definitely be doomed!" Mo Hua added.

Bai Zisheng had no choice but to ask, "Shenshi Yujian, aren't you excited?"

"Swords are so expensive and I can't afford them, so what's the use of being excited..." Mo Hua said pragmatically.

 Bai Zisheng: “…”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said to Bai Zisheng, "Are you a physical practitioner?"

"yes…"

 “Is it also possible to wield a sword if you are a physical practitioner?”

 “Generally...not wielding a sword.”

“You can't wield a sword, so what are you excited about?” Mo Hua asked.

Bai Zisheng took a deep breath, and a feeling of powerlessness came to his heart.

 He immediately lay down on the ground and said seriously to the ink painting:

“Mo Hua, in the future, there will be people in this world who will be **** to death by what you say!”

Mo Hua looked confused, "How is it possible? After all, they are monks and have a strong Taoist heart. How can they be angered to death by just a few words?"

 “Don't worry, there must be one!”

 Bai Zisheng is determined.

 After Mo Hua separated from the Bai family siblings, he began to learn the art of drawing blood when he returned home.

Blood Draining is not a spell, nor can it even be considered a secret art. It is a monastic craft similar to gathering medicine, mining, spiritual planting, etc.

 Some monks will rely on this craft to draw fresh demon blood and sell it to merchants or monks who need demon blood.

 The process of drawing blood is not difficult, but the mental burden is heavy and it is quite laborious.

The blood-draining monks are similar to the physical cultivators used by the coolies at Lingyun Wharf, except that these physical cultivators rely on physical strength to move goods, while the blood-draining monks use spiritual consciousness to transport demon blood.

 But physical strength is easy to recover, but spiritual consciousness is not easy to recover, so the amount of demon blood a monk draws every day is limited, and the benefits are not high. At least there are not many monks who can draw blood near Tongxian City.

 Mo Hua speculates that there are some monks in the state who can absorb large amounts of demon blood and make a living by drawing blood. Otherwise, the scarcity of things is more valuable, and the spiritual ink used by the formation masters will be much more expensive.

But this is just a guess. I have limited experience in the field of ink painting, so I am not sure.

The art of drawing blood is not difficult to learn. The ink painting can be done according to the instructions in the book. You can master it after learning it a few times.

As Bai Zixi said, the blood-draining technique is a simplified version of divine sense control. However, this kind of control cannot be separated from the air. You must put your palms against the monster's fur to sense the flow of the demon blood, and then use your spiritual consciousness to control the demon blood to draw the demon blood from the monster. It was drawn from the blood of the beast.

There are no living or recently dead monsters in Tongxian City to use the blood-draining technique on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua had no choice but to ask Mo Shan to cut a piece of fur with the bison demon on it, then pour water on it, and use his spiritual consciousness to draw the water through the fur.

Although it is quite different from the real blood-draining technique, it is better than nothing.

 After actually practicing ink painting a few times, I mastered its usage.

However, the biggest problem is that although he has learned the blood-draining technique, there are still no monsters to **** the demon blood for Mo Hua.

 Without demon blood, it is impossible to prepare spiritual ink. The problem of lack of spiritual ink still cannot be solved.

Mo Hua thought about it for a few days, and finally came up with only one solution:

 Go into the mountains to hunt monsters!

Find a way to enter the Daheishan Mountains, hunt down the monsters, and then take advantage of the monsters' immediate death before their blood has coagulated to draw the fresh monster blood from their veins.

 This is the only way to obtain demon blood stably and in large quantities.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked across the houses and streets of Tongxian City to the dark and deep Dahei Mountain in the distance.

The mountains are dangerous, filled with poisonous miasma, shrouded in clouds and mist, and filled with evil spirits.

It is the habitat of powerful monsters, and it is also the place where countless monster hunters in Tongxian City have made a living and been buried for thousands of years...

 (End of this chapter)

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