Chapter 932 Supervisor Xia
Letting go of her worries, Yu'er's smile became purer and she could really have fun.
With a candied haws in her mouth, Yu'er ran around in the streets and alleys of Qingzhou City. She looked at the lanterns, the sideshows, and stared at several cats and dogs. Unblinking eyes.
Mo Hua followed Yu'er, looking pleased. But Yu'er's words still stayed in his heart.
"Three 'Yu'er's, one in the mountains, one in the water, and one himself, watching him silently..."
Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the nightmare that Yu'er told him a long time ago:
"There were many mountains in the dream, and there were many monsters, bloody..."
"What rabbit? What are you crying about? What is one mountain, one river and one person? ..."
"Many people will die, their blood will flow into the river, their bones will be paved into tall buildings, and human flesh will be made into cities, all connected together..."
"Because of Yu'er, Everyone must die..."
He remained calm and meditated silently.
The opportunity to enter the Qianxue State boundary and be able to worship at the Taixu Sect is "Yu'er".
Mr. Tu wants to capture Yu'er, the demons of Dahuang invade Yu'er's nightmare, and the imprint of Yu'er is clearly visible on the authority of the evil god of Dahuang...
These all show that Yu'er and Dahuang are inseparable. There must be some kind of relationship between the evil gods.
"The rabbit cried..."
Mo Hua thought hard for a long time, then turned his head to look at the innocent Yu'er, and suddenly he was startled, "This kid can't say... the cunning rabbit has three burrows..."
The cunning rabbit has three burrows, one mountain, one water, and one person ?
And...
"Many people will die, their blood will flow into the river, their bones will be paved into tall buildings, and human flesh will be built into cities..."
This sentence makes Mo Hua I couldn't help but think of the numerous white bone evil formations that were spread around the Demon Sect in the blood swamp of Yanluo Mountain, devouring flesh and blood and transforming them into the power of death and spreading them into the earth's veins.
All the scenes he saw seemed to be secretly consistent with Yu'er's nightmare.
The pupils of the ink painting are shrunk.
He just felt that he seemed to have caught something...
...
After shopping, it was getting late, lanterns were hanging high, and fireworks were all over the sky.
Mo Hua took Yu'er's hand and returned to Gu's house under the light of colorful fireworks.
Half an hour later, the Gu family’s annual banquet also started.
This year’s event was even bigger than last year, and there were more guests than last year. The entire hall looked more lively than in previous years.
The seats of all guests are arranged from the high platform to the bottom according to their proximity, their level of cultivation, and their status.
And Mo Hua was sitting on the high platform, only one seat lower than the head of the family.
Unknowingly, he had changed from a "regular visitor" to a "distinguished guest" at the Gu family's annual banquet.
This is not only because of Mr. Xun's face, but also because he has the status of "the leader of the array" who controls thousands of sects in Qianxue State.
Wen Renwan and Yu'er were sitting elsewhere. Although their seats were not low, they did not sit at the same table as him like in previous years.
Mo Hua is a little confused.
It wasn't until the banquet started, when familiar family elders or sect monks came up to him one after another, holding wine glasses and toasting to him, that Mo Hua understood why.
He was here to "entertain" this meal, and he couldn't just eat and drink on his own as usual.
One person cannot eat enough and ignore others.
Because people frequently come to toast, it is not convenient for Yu'er and Wen Renwan to sit with him.
Mo Hua sighed.
Sure enough, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.
There will come a day when I will be tired of fame.
Of course, this kind of good thing would be something others only wish for, and there is nothing pretentious about ink painting.
Although he was a little uncomfortable, he did not refuse anyone who came.
The reason why these monks from aristocratic families and sects swarmed to attend the Gu family annual banquet is probably to make friends with the "formation leader" of the Qianxue State.
But since these people can attend the Gu family's annual banquet, it means that they have good friendships with the Gu family.
Mo Hua has received a lot of care from the Gu family, and now that he has a bit of a reputation, it is natural for him to stand up for the Gu family and support their appearance.
Anyway, it was just a glass of wine and some polite words, which was not difficult at all. On the contrary, he could make more monks.
Acquaintance over a glass of wine can be regarded as friendship.
Gu Shouyan, who was sitting in the upper seat, was originally worried, fearing that Mo Hua would resist this kind of social interaction between aristocratic families.
He didn’t want to do these worldly things.
But he is the head of the family, and interactions between aristocratic families are inevitable.
No matter how upright the family is, it is impossible to have a true "gentleman friendship" that is as light as water. It all depends on connections and interests.
Fortunately, Mo Hua is broad-minded at a young age and doesn’t care so much.
Gu Shouyan was secretly grateful.
In this way, there were people drinking and drinking, and Mo Hua didn't know who he was clinking glasses with.
Fortunately, the Gu family knew his "taste" and prepared fruit wine for him. His cheeks were red from drinking, but his drunkenness was not obvious.
Gu Shouyan was afraid that he would really get him drunk, so he would not let anyone come to toast him again.
Mo Hua was now free to deal with the delicacies on the table.
After eating for a while, there was a sudden noise. Mo Hua looked up and saw a group of people approaching, surrounded by a man wearing a white Taoist robe with gold and jade patterns.
This man is tall and straight, with a majestic face, and the aura around him is as deep as the mountains and deep mountains.
It was someone who had met Mo Hua several times, Inspector Xia, who was born in the Xia family and was the Taoist Inspector of the Yuhua Realm.
Gu Shouyan, the head of the Gu family, stood up to greet him.
"Inspector Xia, we have missed the welcome from afar."
Inspector Xia did not put on airs, and his tone was quite kind, "I am busy with business, so I came late. Don't blame me, the master."
< br>"Inspector, please take a seat." Gu Shouyan said with cupped hands.
Inspector Xia walked up to the high platform and sat on an equal footing with the head of the Gu family. He happened to be sitting next to Mo Hua.
Only then did Mo Hua know who the empty space on his upper left was for.
"It turned out to be Inspector Xia..."
Mo Hua muttered in his heart.
But he doesn't care. Things like seating have nothing to do with him. He has already "entertained" once, and now he only needs to be responsible for eating and filling his stomach.
Besides, he was not familiar with Inspector Xia, so there was no need to pay attention to him.
It is impossible for him, Inspector Xia, to come personally to propose a toast to him.
Mo Hua began to immerse himself in dealing with a very big crab on the table, with as much meat on its tongs as a steamed bun.
But before he finished even one crab, a strange but familiar voice sounded in his ears:
“Little brother.”
Mo Hua turned his head and saw Inspector Xia holding a cup, looking at him with majesty but also a bit of kindness.
Mo Hua was stunned.
Inspector Xia was sitting in his seat, holding a cup and making no other movements.
After a while, Mo Hua understood. He picked up the cup and said to Supervisor Xia: "Supervisor Xia, let me propose a toast to you."
After all, Supervisor Xia is an immortal, a Taoist supervisor. .
Even if he holds the cup first, he cannot be allowed to toast first.
This ink painting is still clear.
Mo Hua’s agility made Supervisor Xia quite satisfied. He drank the wine in his glass and said slowly:
“Speaking of which, my little brother and I are pretty good. Some fate.”
“Yes.”
"I wonder, little brother, what are your plans next?"
Mo Hua was a little confused, "Supervisor means..."
Supervisor Xia put down his wine glass, his lips did not move, but his voice came through Come out:
"Preaching in the Qianxue Sect lasts for nine years. After two years, you will graduate. After that, do you plan to stay in Taixu Sect, teach in the inner sect and become an elder, or do you want to try your luck in the outside world?"< br>
Hearing this, Mo Hua was a little stunned.
Did Supervisor Xia ask himself this kind of thing at the annual banquet in front of so many people?
He looked around and was surprised to find that there were so many people around him, all of whom seemed to have seen and heard nothing about it.
Only the head of the Gu family, who was in the Ascension realm, seemed to know something, but he drank by himself without showing any signs of it.
Supervisor Xia's voice reached Mo Hua's ears, "Heaven knows and the earth knows what is going on here. You know it and I know it."
Mo Hua suddenly understood and soon understood, and asked Said: "Supervisor, do you want to win me over to the Xia family?"
Supervisor Xia was slightly startled, and thought to himself that this child was very direct and would say whatever he wanted.
But that’s okay, it’s easier to talk to smart people.
"Little brother, what do you think?"
"Is there any benefit?" Ink painting is more pragmatic.
Supervisor Xia silently glanced at the ink painting, "The Xia family is an ancient aristocratic family. It is of the sixth rank. It is located in Daozhou, in the middle of Kyushu. It is subordinate to the central Taoist court. There have been several pavilion elders in the past dynasties, and its power spans the world. , the background is unfathomable..."
Inspector Xia only stated some facts.
Any monk with some knowledge will understand the weight of these words.
Any sentence in it, whether it is "ancient family", "sixth grade", "located in Daozhou", "affiliated to Daoting", or "has produced several pavilion elders"... are all ordinary monks, As well as the family clan, it is beyond reach in a lifetime.
Even the fifth-grade aristocratic families in Qianxue State are completely different.
Mo Hua shook his head and said, "This is the Xia family's business and has nothing to do with me."
"If you seek refuge with the Xia family..."
"My surname is Mo." Mo Hua said lightly.
Xia Supervisor looked slightly stunned, and then understood the meaning of the ink painting.
No matter how strong the Xia family is, it is still just the "Xia" family.
Even if Mo Hua joins the Xia family, he is still an outsider after all. He also did not want to get married, change his surname, give up his origin, or become attached to a wealthy family.
Inspector Xia's expression was a little indifferent.
But in his heart, he took a high look at Mo Hua.
There are many geniuses in this world who are talented and arrogant, but those who can see the situation clearly and recognize their own class are very rare.
Being from a humble background, but having self-esteem and not blindly clinging to power is the only way to be neither humble nor arrogant.
"You know the Three Talents Formation, right?" Xia Supervised.
Mo Hua's eyes suddenly lit up. "My Xia family has the inheritance of the Three Talents Formation." Supervisor Xia saw Mo Hua's expression and said calmly.
Mo Hua is greedy.
Mr.
This is the knowledge of the Taoist government that governs the world.
The core inheritance of the three talents is strictly controlled by the Taoist court and is never spread to the outside world. Unless you go to Daozhou, enter Daoting, and get in touch with the senior officials of Daoting, you will not be able to learn the essence of these three talents...
Mo Hua is a little itchy, and he is also familiar with Supervisor Xia's attitude. Networked a lot.
He asked quietly: "If I hang out with the Xia family, can I learn the Sancai Formation?"
Supervisor Xia shook his head, "No."
Mo Hua was disappointed. , murmured, "What else can you say..." He turned his head and started to chew his big crab.
Supervisor Xia could only say: "Your cultivation level is not enough."
Mo Hua took a bite of crab meat and asked, "Is your cultivation level enough?"
"You must enter the upper echelons of the Xia family. I have the opportunity to learn the Sancai Formation." Supervisor Xia's eyes narrowed slightly.
Through just a few words, Supervisor Xia understood that the "leader of the formation" in front of him, although he was young and looked simple, was actually very thoughtful.
What to say to whom.
Supervisor Xia also told the truth:
“The best way to enter the upper echelons of the Xia family is to become a wife, change your name, marry a real daughter of the Xia family, and then enter the Xia family. "The core of power."
"If you don't get married, it's just an ordinary marriage. With your family background and qualifications, you can't. If you marry a legitimate daughter of the Xia family, you will naturally not be able to enter the upper echelons of the Xia family. "
"As an array master, you should be very clear about the importance of the Three Talents Formation. It is naturally impossible for a high-level person to learn from it."
What Supervisor Xia told was true, and he did not hide anything from Mo Hua.
But it was naturally impossible for Mo Hua to get married, and it was even impossible for him to marry a girl from the Xia family.
However, in front of Supervisor Xia, he could not explain clearly, but asked curiously: "What do you mean by a legitimate daughter? Are there three, six or nine grades of legitimate daughters?"
Supervisor Xia glanced at Mo Hua, wondering whether he should answer.
Mo Hua, however, had turned his head and continued to chew the crab, looking indifferent.
Supervisor Xia sighed slightly and said: "The legitimate daughter and the legitimate daughter are still different. The most important thing is blood."
"Bloodline?"
Mo Hua frowned and couldn't help but think of the young senior sister again.
"Bloodline...what exactly is it? Is it so particular?" Mo Hua asked Inspector Xia.
Supervisor Xia was silent for a moment.
This is not a secret among the truly top families, but ordinary monks do know very little about it.
Because monks with "bloodline" are often concentrated in the sixth-grade ancient aristocratic families with long inheritance and profound foundation, as well as some powerful fifth-grade peak aristocratic families.
Other aristocratic families, and even ordinary cultivators, have a very small chance of having "bloodlines".
But this bloodline must be very weak.
Moreover, there are very few monks who know the knowledge of bloodline. Without guidance and never awakening, even if they have the power of bloodline, there is a high probability that their pearls will be covered in dust, and they will live in confusion for the rest of their lives.
Supervisor Xia hesitated for a moment, then simply told Mo Hua all this:
"Bloodline, in the final analysis, is the power hidden in the inheritance of flesh and blood by monks. The sources of this power can be roughly divided into two types, one comes from monks with strong cultivation, and the other comes from mythical beasts with powerful bloodline."
"It is possible for powerful monks to practice specific exercises or Tao methods and develop special spiritual power or blood energy. As the bloodline is passed down."
"And the divine beasts are innate beasts that inherit the essence of heaven and earth and have supreme power. Their bloodline can also be blended with the monks and passed down from generation to generation."< br>
"How was it spread specifically?" Mo Hua asked Inspector Xia curiously with bright eyes.
"These are all secrets of the ancient clan, so it's inconvenient to say more." Xia Supervisor said.
Mo Hua felt a little regretful and asked: "Do all the true direct descendants of a big family, or an ancient family, have blood?"
"Not necessarily," Inspector Xia said, "Even in a big family, people can awaken. Those with blood are in the minority."
Mo Hua nodded.
If you have blood, you will be superior to others even in a truly top family like the Xia family.
This shows that my little senior sister is indeed special.
I just don’t know if my little senior brother has any blood.
But the little senior brother is stupid and doesn't seem to be able to hide his thoughts. If he really had blood, he would probably have shown it off to him long ago...
Mo Hua frowned and thought for a moment. , suddenly asked with a solemn expression:
"Inspector Xia, do you think I have hidden bloodline on my body?"
Inspector Xia silently looked at Mo Hua.
He didn't really want to attack Mo Hua, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he asked: "Is there anything special about your bloodline?"
Mo Hua nodded and said: "Yes, you are born weak and special. Weak..."
Inspector Xia: "..."
How can this person so confidently describe his "disadvantages" as his "specialties"?
He could only be more euphemistic: "Among casual cultivators, very few can awaken their bloodline, less than one in a million."
The implication is that unless there is green smoke rising from your grave, and the smoke billows up and covers the sky, don't even think about it.
Mo Hua thought about it and thought so.
No good thing in this world can happen to him.
Can he still not know whether he has the power of blood? As long as he had a little bit of blood power, he would not be so weak innately.
But speaking of bloodline, Mo Hua remembered another key issue:
"Inspector Xia, do monks have the blood of 'dragon'?"
If he asks this kind of question to others, he probably won't get anything out of it. But Supervisor Xia, who came from a sixth-grade ancient family and lived in Daozhou, should know something.
When three of us are together, there must be my teacher. Even if he wasn't familiar with Supervisor Xia, it shouldn't matter if he asked some questions.
What's more, it was Supervisor Xia who took the initiative to talk to him. He might also want to win over him. If he had this opportunity, he would ask nothing.
Supervisor Xia asked instead: "What do you think?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment and said: "The emperor of Daoting?"
Xia Jianchan nodded, "The lineage of emperors of Daoting, from Lord Dao to Daozi, all have the blood of dragons flowing in their bodies."
< br>Mo Hua asked: "Is that the blood of 'dragon' flowing through it?" Is it related to the Emperor?”
“Not necessarily,” Inspector Xia said, “There are three, six or nine levels of dragons. The blood of the Emperor is the blood of the true dragon. Under the true dragon, there are also karmic dragons. and Jiaolong”
“Yelong and Jiaolong?”
"The dragons transformed from snakes and strange beasts through tribulations are transformed into dragons; under the true dragon, in the four directions of the world, if there are innate mutations or dragons inherited from acquired dragon blood, they are karma dragons."
"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, and Then he lowered his voice and asked the question he wanted to ask the most:
"Then...is there anything...that can 'eat' a dragon?"
As soon as these words came out, Inspector Xia I felt my heart skip a beat and my scalp felt numb.
Eating dragon? !
This kid really has the courage to ask...
Supervisor Xia looked calm, but the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The dragon is a divine beast, living at the top of all spirits. There is nothing in this world. , can feed on dragons."
"Oh..." Mo Hua also reacted, knowing that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked, so he smiled stupidly, turned his head and continued to eat crabs.
Xia Supervisor glanced at Mo Hua and saw that he was chewing crabs as usual. He thought that he was ignorant and fearless. He asked this casually, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't take it to heart when the child said something unscrupulous.
Later, while eating, Mo Hua changed the subject and asked Supervisor Xia some trivial matters about the Xia family and Daozhou.
Because it was a trivial matter, it was not so "scary", and Supervisor Xia took the trouble to answer them one by one.
While Mo Hua was chatting, he unexpectedly discovered that Supervisor Xia did not seem to be a purely utilitarian, selfish, and "corrupt" supervisor as he had thought before.
Mo Hua thought for a while and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Supervisor, I have a question, it may be a little offensive..."
Supervisor Xia glanced at Mo Hua lightly, what was the problem on his mind? , can it be more offensive than "eating dragon"?
"You ask."
Mo Hua said, "You knew about Xiao Tianquan early on, right? Why are you shielding him so much?"
These words are indeed a bit sharp.
Supervisor Xia paused for a moment and said lightly: "This is the Xia family's business, so I can't say more."
Mo Hua nodded and asked no more questions.
Supervisor Xia looked at the ink painting, and suddenly the cause and effect moved, and he felt something in his heart, and then slowly said: "That's how aristocratic families are. Only if you are willing to do things, will the family take care of you."
"But with many aristocratic families, it is easy. Doing good deeds that bring both fame and fortune is basically the right thing to do. It’s not your fault.”
“Only by doing things that others don’t bother to do or don’t want to do, even if they are dirty or stupid things, will they not be forgotten by everyone... ..."
Supervisor Xia looked indifferent and said meaningfully.
Mo Hua was startled and nodded in understanding.
Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Supervisor Xia said:
"Think about what I said, but your cultivation level is still too low. Even if you want to join the Xia family, it's still too early, so don't worry. , think about it slowly."
"Okay." Mo Hua nodded.
Supervisor Xia flicked his sleeves, as if some spell was canceled, the spirit shield disappeared, and the noise around him became slightly louder.
Mo Hua knew that this "secret conversation" in public was over.
After that, Supervisor Xia didn't look at him again or say a word to him, as if he didn't know him at all.
Mo Hua sighed in his heart.
As expected, it was Daoting's supervision, and everything was done flawlessly.
The secret talk is over and the annual banquet is still going on.
While eating delicacies, Mo Hua pondered the conversation he had just had with Supervisor Xia.
Including the way out in the future, bloodline, dragons and so on...
While thinking about it, suddenly there was another commotion in the crowd. Mo Hua looked up and found that not far away, surrounded by the crowd, he was walking again. Someone came.
The person who came was a graceful and luxurious woman, with a cold look and a beautiful face. She was wearing a colorful, yet dignified and elegant hundred-flower robe embroidered with hundreds of flowers.
This woman is astonishingly beautiful and has a strong temperament. Walking through the crowd, people can't help but feel ashamed.
The originally noisy banquet became a little quieter in an instant.
Gu Shouyan looked astonished and did not dare to neglect. He immediately stood up to greet him and said, "I didn't know that the master of the Flower Valley was coming, so he was not welcomed from afar."
In the Gu family, there were also female disciples who worshiped in the Baihua Valley. At this time, they all stood up. Coming to this beautiful woman, he bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings to the Valley Master."
The Flower Valley Master nodded slightly.
Gu Shouyan was a little puzzled and asked: "Master of the Valley, what are you doing here..."
The Hua Valley Master's eyes were astonishing, passing between the female disciples of the Gu family. Ruo Wu Di floated to the high platform and landed on Mo Hua, with a slight smile on his lips:
"Let me see... my disciples from Baihua Valley..."
(End of this chapter)