How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

Zhou Wenju laughed, and a voice echoed back, "It was all prepared for you long ago, here you go!"

With a gentle flick of his wrist, a stack of papers was handed to Mo Ziyi's palm.

As soon as Mo Ziyi touched the stack of papers, the papers silently entered the Ink Heart Measuring Ruler.

She observed it through the lens of literature and philosophy, and thus saw a method...

Limestone, clay, pyrite slag...

The method of refining...

From the selection of materials to the design of the furnace and the control of the fire, everything was extremely detailed...

Mo Ziyi sighed softly, "You've prepared so meticulously, why didn't you just do it yourself? Why put me in the spotlight?"

"Two reasons, one true and one false! The false reason sounds plausible, while the true reason is something I can't tell you. Which one do you want to hear?" Zhou Wenju's telepathic communication was becoming increasingly effective.

Oh my God……

Mo Ziyi pretended to look around and come up with a plan, then continued to use telepathy: "Tell me all..."

"What lofty reason is this? In the exploration of the Dao, observing a thousand times is not as good as doing it yourself. Only when you personally experience turning the rotten into the magical can your exploration of the Dao of tools truly penetrate your mind and heart."

"This reason is not only high-sounding, but also a righteous path... and you say it's fake?" Mo Ziyi rolled her eyes at Tiankong.

"yes."

"Then what is the real reason?"

"I've already told you the real reason: it's something I can't tell you!"

"Something you can't tell anyone?" Mo Ziyi was a little confused.

"It's something I can't tell you...it means I can't tell you!" Zhou Wenju's voice was a little flippant, a little unruly...

Mo Ziyi bit her lip.

Do you mean the literal meaning of "your family's secrets"?

Does that mean you can't tell me?

But now is not the time to discuss this with him.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on her, this prodigy of the Mo Dao, waiting for her to make a statement.

Mo Ziyi took a deep breath and, forcing a smile, made the arrangements: "Alright then, Lord Zhou, please arrange for some villagers to prepare the following materials..."

A group of people gathered around...

Zhou Wenju quietly withdrew...

A sound reached Lao Qi's ears.

The next moment, Old Qi appeared behind a rock...

A person was leaning against a rock.

It was Zhou Wenju.

This place is about 100 feet away from the other side of the riverbank.

"Young master, what are your orders?" Old Qi asked in a low voice.

The young master summoned him secretly, so there must be something confidential going on.

Zhou Wenju slowly turned his gaze away from the distance: "Old Qi, in your opinion, is yesterday's turmoil over?"

Old Qi's face suddenly stiffened.

The clear sky has suddenly become cloudy again.

He knew, of course, that yesterday's turmoil was not over yet, and the crisis was only temporarily over, not truly eliminated.

"There is a kind of doubt in the world that is not so easy to dispel!" Zhou Wenju said. "For example, the doubt about your identity. Since they have thought of this, they will definitely follow this point and keep making a fuss about it. In the end, we can only get deeper and deeper into trouble and make things worse."

"I've already realized it!" Old Qi sighed deeply, "The second crisis may be coming very soon."

"It won't be that soon. At least they won't come while Ziyi is in Qishan. But Ziyi will have to leave sooner or later, and we can't let her protect us forever."

Old Qi slowly raised his gaze to the sky behind the rocks: "Young master, perhaps it really is time for me to leave. If I leave, they will lose this handle, and the master's pressure will be much less."

"But you can't let go of my father. You worry that if you're not by his side, the enemy could easily cut off his head in the dark if they just slightly cross the line, simplifying a complicated matter, right?"

"Yes! Young master, please don't overestimate their bottom line," Old Qi said.

"There is a way to have the best of both worlds!" Zhou Wenju said, "but you need to make some changes!"

Old Qi's eyes lit up: "Today, I truly look forward to your miraculous skills, young master!"

"I don't have any miraculous skills, but there is one person who truly does!" Zhou Wenju said, "This person was once dismembered into eight pieces, yet he was still able to reassemble himself into a complete person using the Dao of Weapons. I wondered if he had any way to completely eliminate all of your 'Old Qi characteristics'? If so, you can still stay by my father's side, but no one will know that you are Old Qi, and there will be no reason to test you anymore."

Old Qi seemed to have stopped breathing.

To give it a makeover.

Eliminate all "Old Qi characteristics" from your body...

His most distinctive feature is that he is disabled.

This was originally a feature that was impossible to eliminate, but the young master knew of someone who could be dismembered and reassembled...

Zhou Wenju stared into his eyes and smiled gently: "Mo Ziyi is with Father now, so Father is safe. As for you, come with me to that place, and we'll play a game of 'Theft of the Sky and the Switch'!"

"Shall we go now?" Old Qi's heart raced.

"Yes, today I will test the legendary skill of the Lingyan Pavilion masters, who appear and disappear without a trace!"

"As you wish!"

As soon as Lao Qi finished speaking, the two figures disappeared at the same time.

Behind the large rock, a wisp of mist quietly drifted in, disappearing without a trace as it blew into the mountains...

into the night!

The riverbank was bustling with activity.

Mo Ziyi waved her hand, and the Measuring Ruler suddenly enlarged out of thin air, transforming into a furnace.

This is the power of the Measuring Ruler; it can transform into all things.

This is the power of the Measuring Ruler; it can transform into all things.

Limestone, clay, slag from iron smelting in the Hexi Valley, and a bunch of other auxiliary materials are fed into the furnace for high-temperature incineration, and the powder comes out from the outlet.

The powder was held in Mo Ziyi's hand, and her face showed excitement.

"Mix it with river sand and test it!"

Cement mixed with river sand was laid on the riverbank, and under the moonlight, it exhibited the characteristics of muddy water.

"It will take three days to determine its strength!" Mo Ziyi said. "Let's stop here for tonight and see in three days!"

"You've worked hard, young lady!" Zhou Liangsheng bowed and thanked him. "Please go back and rest!"

Mo Ziyi nodded, and with a gentle flip of her hand, the furnace formed by the power of the Measuring Ruler disappeared into thin air.

With such miraculous skills, everyone who saw her felt as if they were seeing a deity.

At this moment, she looked like a goddess, even just from her appearance.

She spent the entire day searching for stones on the mountain and analyzing the soil quality, proportions, and combinations in the clay. She was incredibly busy, but the brilliance of the Mo family's master was still evident. Everyone else was like dirt dogs, but she remained completely untouched by the dust.

Back in Zhou Wenju's courtyard, she imagined that Zhou Wenju, that wretched little rascal, would leave the chores to her and sneak back home to lie in the red pavilion and take a nap from noon until night.

However, the newly appointed butler, Zhang San, shattered her expectations with a single sentence: "Miss, didn't the young master come back with you?"

"He didn't reply?" Mo Ziyi was a little surprised.

"No..." Zhang San said, "The food is ready. Why don't you eat first, Miss?"

They ate dinner and waited until midnight, but Zhou Wenju still hadn't returned.

Rou'er became suspicious, and her gaze fell on Lonely Mountain: "I heard there's a very beautiful nun on Lonely Mountain, could it be...?"

"Don't make wild guesses!" Mo Ziyi looked out the window at a 45-degree angle. "At most, he'd do something 'unspeakable,' how could he possibly flirt with a nun?"

Her guess was completely correct.

Zhou Wenju did not flirt with the nun.

What he is doing is indeed "something that cannot be disclosed".

Because he was standing on the ruins below the abandoned cliff of Huding Mountain.

A mist surrounded him.

At this moment, even if Old Duan, the master of Huding Mountain, lay on the edge of the upper square and mobilized all his literary power, he would not be able to see him.

No, no one in the entire Huding Mountain can expect to see him.

He doesn't have that ability, but Lao Qi does...

Ahead, in a cave, a faint, eerie light emanated from within. A creature that looked three parts human and seven parts ghost suddenly turned around, staring at Zhou Wenju as he stepped into the cave, as if it had seen a living ghost.

He is, of course, Lao Can.

"Boy, you...you..."

"Old Can!" Zhou Wenju smiled politely, "You were so eager to put me on the experimental table back then, your desire for the Dao was truly sincere. So, today I've brought someone with you. Why don't you put all your skills on him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a person appeared behind him; it was Old Qi.

The old man stared at him blankly: "This disabled person is...?"

"Like you and me, we are all born rebellious and unconventional," Zhou Wenju replied with a smile.

"Born rebellious? Just like me? What nonsense are you spouting? Whom have I rebelled against? I sacrificed myself for my cause, my realm is supremely profound!" Old Can's face darkened, his beard... Of course, his beard might not be a beard at all, but rather ancient dog hair...

"Alright, alright, everyone knows who's who. What's with the pretense?" Zhou Wenju said, "Let me tell you about Lao Qi's situation, and see if your skill in weapon crafting is really as impressive as you claim..."

After hearing his request, Lao Can rolled his eyes: "Such a trivial matter, you make it sound like you're talking about changing the world. You're just ignorant and don't know your own limitations!"

Zhou Wenju exclaimed excitedly, "You mean, making prosthetics for Lao Qi that look just like real ones, and changing his appearance are child's play?"

"I haven't done anything like changing appearances for many years, because it's too low-level," the old man said. "A prosthetic limb that looks just like a real limb isn't really that interesting. If this disabled person agrees, I'll go a little further and give you a real limb directly, how about that?"

"Instead of substituting the real one, you're going to just directly replace it with the real one?" Zhou Wenju's eyes widened.

Old Qi's heart also raced: "Is it feasible?"

His most distinctive feature is that he has lost both his hands and feet.

Once such external features appear in the eyes of others, he is Lao Can, and even if he changes to someone else's face, he still cannot hide his identity.

The only solution is to use sophisticated techniques to create prosthetics.

The prosthetic limbs were made just like real limbs, so people couldn't tell that he was disabled, and naturally, they couldn't associate him with Lao Qi.

This is Zhou Wenju's sleight of hand.

However, achieving a truly lifelike effect is by no means easy; it requires a master level of skill.

But this master told him not to bother with any substitutions, just replace it with the real one!

Replacing a limb with a prosthesis is called "instrument channel".

Is it a replacement of a real limb, or a device?

That is the creation of heaven and earth!

"Don't ask me such nonsense about what I can and can't do!" Old Can said coldly. "If you're willing, come with me!"

He flicked his finger, tapping the bookshelf.

The bookshelves are separated!

Behind it all, a completely different world unfolded...

A ghostly light appeared, it was unknown whether it was the light of subterranean fire or the ghostly glow of metal.

The platform stands high above the dark currents, looking like an operating table, but the dim light it emits makes it resemble a slaughterhouse where pigs have been slaughtered for many years...

The old man said, "This disabled person, why don't you take a bath in that pool over there first?"

"bath?"

"You can also think of it as taking a nap!" the old man said. "When you wake up, no one will call you disabled anymore!"

Old Qi turned his gaze to Zhou Wenju.

Zhou Wenju nodded slightly: "Old Qi, go ahead!"

"Alright, this old man is off!" Old Qi stepped into the pool that emitted a faint green light.

The next moment, he collapsed.

This pool appears to be an anesthesia pool with a very unusual dosage...

Old Can rubbed his hands together, his tense face relaxing instantly: "Kid, you're not bad, not bad at all. As for the three-year agreement, if you're reluctant to come by then, you can actually do what we did today and bring someone else over..."

This truly revealed his inner joy.

The things he most wanted to do in his life, in roughly the following order...

First, they ripped off the Grand Elder's head and kicked it around like a ball.

Secondly, he wanted to find a test subject to verify his extraordinary ability to modify human bodies.

This person is actually not easy to find.

Zhou Wenju was not the best experimental subject that day.

The best test subject is actually this disabled person today...

Because Lao Qi is a cultivator, and his cultivation level is quite high!

That kind of person is the best.

He was so excited he was about to explode, but he was just being coy for fear of scaring Lao Qi away...

Now that Lao Qi has turned the tables and has everything under his control, he has begun to indulge himself...

"Don't think about the future for now, it's a long way off. Just focus on what's in front of you!" Zhou Wenju asked. "How?"

Lao Can said, "Disguise is extremely simple and requires no operation at all. This old man just needs to soak in this Bone-Corroding Pool once, and his entire body will be replaced with new skin. You don't need to worry about that. What you need to consider is what kind of limbs to replace his with."

Zhou Wenju turned his gaze to the Bone-Corroding Pool.

A sudden thought struck me...

Old Qi's skin is melting!

His hair started falling out immediately!

His clothes dissolved even faster...

I rely on!

Will he turn into water all over?

Fortunately, his Eye of Literature saw clearly that the disintegrated skin seemed to be regenerating in the next moment, and did not disintegrate all the way to the bone.

Instead of regrowth, his severed hands and feet created a horrifying scene: blood vessels and veins swayed like small snakes in the dark green pool.

This has a strong sense of modern human experimentation.

He took a deep breath and looked back: "Can we choose our limbs?"

"Of course!" Lao Can looked at Zhou Wenju: "If you have the idea of ​​sacrificing yourself for others, you can give him your legs and arms, that's fine too."

Zhou Wenju felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end and quickly waved his hand, "Old Can, don't joke like that, your eyes are giving me the creeps."