Chapter 935 Wood White Gold and Jade
“The middle and low-grade spiritual roots are not bad in theory...but it depends on the year.”
Mr. Xun said, “Now It has been more than 20,000 years in the Dao calendar. Over the years, the cultivation world has multiplied to this day. People without spiritual roots have long been eliminated, and medium and low-grade spiritual roots almost only exist in casual cultivators. "
"Really big families, including some medium-sized families, are marrying each other through 'spiritual root inheritance'. ”
“It can really be said that...’There is no poor family in the upper class, and there is no noble family in the lower class’.”
This is the development of the cultivation world, but when Mr. Xun talked about it, he didn't feel at all happy.
The head of Taixu also understood this, nodded and said, "Yes... Mo Hua, a low-grade spiritual root, is acceptable to a casual cultivator; if it is placed in an ordinary family, it is at best a low-grade spiritual root. Mediocre;"
"But this is in the realm of Qianxue State. He has entered a top sect, and the fellow sects around him are also direct descendants of aristocratic families. In comparison, he, a low-ranking little Five Elements Spirit, is root, It’s just a bit... out of place...”
Headmaster Taixu shook his head and sighed, “A poor spiritual root means a low level of skill, which means a low spiritual power. Naturally, the spiritual power will also be low. Just humble."
Mr.
"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I don't know the details clearly, but first of all, his formation methods must be extraordinary. In addition, his movement skills are superb, his stealth skills are proficient, and he should have a few killer moves that are the best in the box. '..."
"Who?" Taixu The headmaster was stunned, "Mo Hua?"
Mr. br>The head of Taixu thought about it silently.
As far as what he saw from the Taixu Sect file records, including but not limited to, he went to catch criminal cultivators and offered rewards when he first entered, participated in killing the Fire Buddha, sneaked into and destroyed the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and assisted in the hunt for Shui Yama, burning the rouge boat, escaping from the Dragon King Temple, etc...
Recently, I will add another one to add fuel to the flames and destroy the demon sect...
I don’t want to know, I’m scared when I think about it.
The head of Taixu didn’t even realize that Mo Hua had unknowingly participated in so many major events in the past few years since he joined the Taixu Sect.
It’s just...
In the files, Mo Hua was only involved in these incidents. In the end, it was resolved by Daotingsi and the elders of Taixu Sect.
"Participate..."
The head of Taixu was startled and realized the problem.
How could an ordinary foundation-building disciple be involved in so many dangerous events?
Once or twice, you can still say you are lucky.
But so many times, it is not luck, but strength.
If Mo Hua himself had no skills, it would be impossible for him to survive these dangerous events.
Even, maybe in these incidents, some sin cultivators and demon cultivators simply died at the hands of Mo Hua.
The "harmless" appearance of the ink painting came to mind again, and Master Taixu's heart trembled slightly.
"I was deceived by this kid's pretty face..."
Headmaster Taixu thought for a moment and said to Mr. Xun, "So... the Sword Discussion Conference is indeed not Very suitable for ink painting.”
Old Mr. If you don’t have enough strength, you can’t afford it.”
“Besides, once you participate in the sword discussion conference, you will have to fight with him. Those who are facing each other head-on may also be the real high-level disciples and geniuses of the four major sects.”
“All of these people have high-grade spiritual roots, and even occasionally have one or two heavenly spiritual roots. Nothing is impossible.”
“The innate gap is too big.”
"Although the Sword Discussion Conference requires five people to cooperate and pay attention to strategies and strategies, these strategies and strategies are still based on cultivation and spiritual power, and there is no way to really 'opportunize'."
"More Don't tell me, Mo Hua, this kid, must have some tricks hidden in his hands. Tell someone.”
“Once his trump card is exposed, he will definitely be targeted. Showing off his abilities to others for the sake of the sword competition is tantamount to ruining his life and will definitely be buried in the future. There is a hidden danger and someone is plotting against him."
Mr. Xun looked solemn.
The most important thing is that he didn't say it out loud.
Mo Hua is a disciple of "that person", and his abilities must have the foundation of that person.
The Sword Discussion Conference attracts everyone’s attention.
Ink painting is seen by so many people. Once the roots are exposed, it will be contaminated with terrible consequences. I don’t know how many conspiracies and calculations will fall on him.
This kind of calculation of cause and effect is simply beyond what he, a young monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm, can bear.
Therefore, Mo Hua's participation in the Sword Discussion Conference will definitely do more harm than good.
The head of Taixu asked: "Have you told this child about this?"
Mr. Needless to say, he should also understand the problem.
Mo Hua also knows the spiritual root very well.
What's more, the spiritual roots are destined from birth, so it's useless to say so.
The head of Taixu nodded and stopped mentioning the matter.
The two took a sip of tea. Mr. Xun remembered something and asked again: "How is the matter I asked you to do before?"
Headmaster Taixu said: " Are you talking about the natal magic weapon?”
“Yes, this inheritance seems to be It's only available at your place."
"I'm asking, but," the head of Taixu frowned, "the white wood is the skin, the gold and jade are the bones...this natal body casting method is useless for ink painting, right? . He has no bloodline, no physical fitness, and no relevant inheritance."
"It's useless." Mr. Xun nodded.
The head of Taixu was stunned, "Then you still want me to ask for this thing?"
"I think it's useless," Mr. Xun looked a little confused, "But I After some calculations, the hexagrams showed that this ink painting seems to be really It can be used. But how to use it, I can't tell..."
The head of Taixu looked subtle, "Ancestor, didn't you say you don't know how to tell fortunes?"
"This... is not fortune telling."
"Isn't it?"
"It's very troublesome to say, but this is the situation anyway... If you don't learn the secret method, you won't understand it even if you say it."
"Okay... "The leader of Taixu said.
You are the ancestor, and whatever you say is what it is.
But there is one more thing. Head Taixu is a little confused, "Is it so difficult to choose the magic weapon of this child, Mo Hua? With your knowledge, you can't even decide?"
Mr. Xun took a sip of tea silently.
It’s strange that he was so accurate...
Others have no idea whose apprentice Mo Hua is.
The number of ways to practice one's life is so wild, so cunning and weird, so many miscellaneous things. I don't know how much I have learned, and I don't know who I have learned them from.
He, the ancestor of Dongxu, is really not sure.
But this cannot be said clearly.
Mr.
Master Taixu will naturally not refuse Mr. Xun’s order.
Although this inheritance has a large background and is not easy to get, he is now the head of Taixu and must take into account the interests of the sect.
What's more, this method is still for ink painting.
He also likes Mo Hua, a child, and is willing to help even if he doesn't mention the small idea of forming a "good relationship".
"Don't worry, Mr. Xun. I've already edited the book and asked for it. You should get a reply after a while."
Mr. Xun nodded happily, "Thank you."
< br>Headmaster Taixu handed over his hand, "You're welcome, old sir. As a headmaster, this is what you should do."
After that, the two of them continued to drink tea while chatting about sect-related matters. .
Preparations for the Sword Discussion Conference are also progressing step by step.
......
A few days later, Demon Refining Mountain.
Mo Hua went to Demon Refining Mountain to hunt demons again.
Ever since the incident in Ten Thousand Demons Valley, he has rarely come to Demon Refining Mountain. This trip to the mountain was specially organized by the elders of the sect.
The purpose is to allow disciples to go into the mountains, hunt monsters, and hone their Taoism.
In addition, a new item has been added, which is the battle between disciples.
The elder didn't say it clearly, but Mo Hua could guess in his heart that this should be preparation for the sword discussion conference.
Look at which of these disciples is strong, who is talented in fighting, has understanding, and can be put to great use, and who can win glory for the sect in the sword discussion conference.
Since we are discussing swords, we cannot just look at the cultivation on paper.
Cultivation is one thing, actual combat is another.
Some disciples, who only have cultivation skills, become nervous when it comes to actual combat, and cannot use half of their strength.
Other disciples may seem to have mediocre cultivation, but they are sharp-minded and dare to fight, and can often perform exceptionally well in actual combat.
You have to fight these things before you know them.
Only by letting the disciples learn from each other and experience actual combat can they select the right swordsman.
Not only Mo Hua understood, but other disciples also knew it.
The Sword Discussion Conference is not only related to the personal future of the disciples, but also to the reputation of the sect and its interests.
What's more, for them, after nine years of studying art, they can only participate in one Taoism conference.
All the disciples cherish this opportunity very much.
On the hillside of Demon Refining Mountain, on an empty hillside.
The elders are arranging for disciples to have one-on-one discussions and compete in physical skills and spells.
This is just a discussion, stop there, the purpose is not to fight to win or lose, but just to facilitate the elders to see the strength of these disciples.
Mo Hua did not participate.
There is no point in him participating.
On paper, he is too weak.
Among the fellow disciples, except for Cheng Mo and Situ Jian, who were familiar with Mo Hua and had seen Mo Hua make a move once or twice, most of the other disciples had never seen Mo Hua fight or fight at all - —
At most, Mo Hua let go of the fireball technique a few times. In their impression, their harmless "little senior brother" was a "weirdo" whose formation skills were ridiculously strong, but other abilities, including physical and spiritual power, were also ridiculously weak.
There is nothing to practice in sparring with him.
I don’t even have any disciples, so I really dare to compete with Mo Hua.
He was injured by his junior brother, but it was nothing. At most, he received a few fireballs and received some minor burns.
But if the little senior brother is injured, the trouble will be big.
As a younger senior brother, Mo Hua has always been kind, kind to others, and willing to help others. He is very popular in the sect. All the disciples in the sect have received his favor to a greater or lesser extent.
If you hurt him and cause public anger, it’s hard to say whether you can survive in the Taixu Sect in the future.
Not to mention, Mo Hua is fair and tender, and her body is weak. Let alone getting hurt by him, even scratching her skin would be a sin.
The elders were even more afraid to let Mo Hua participate in the discussion.
This is the formation leader of the Taixu Sect, and the treasure of the Taixu Sect. He is not the grandson of his ancestor, but he is better than his own grandson. If he is injured during the formation competition, he will be blamed. Who can afford it?
Therefore, in the huge mountain forest, swords were going back and forth, spells were flying back and forth, and the disciples were fighting back and forth, making it very lively.
But Mo Hua could only sit on the big tree nearby and watch the show.
Even around the tree, the elders set up protective formations for him, fearing that the disciples below would have a spell flying over and accidentally injuring him.
Mo Hua sat alone on the big tree and sighed helplessly.
Just when he was bored, a person came from a distance. Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Smile!"
The person who came was none other than Linghu Xiao.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is an aloof swordsman genius with few smiles on his face.
In the entire Taixu Sect, only Mo Hua dared to call him "Xiaoxiao".
Linghuxiao was also helpless.
Mo Hua sat on the big tree and waved to him. Linghu Xiao also used his body skills, with a figure like a sword, and walked to the tree in three or two steps and sat next to Mo Hua.
"Are you done with the competition?"
"Competition is over."
Linghu smiled and nodded. He is now in the late stage of foundation building and has already begun to try to use the Chongxu lineage. The sword, which warms and nourishes the magic weapon of this life, not only improves the cultivation level, but also makes the sword spirit more exquisite.
Coupled with the disaster in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the sword's heart has been tempered, and the whole person from top to bottom has an astonishing kendo temperament.
His Void Sword Technique has really begun to show its edge.
During the sparring, ordinary disciples would be defeated if they could not even catch his sword.
So Linghuxiao quickly finished the discussion, and happened to have nothing else to do, so he went to find Mo Hua who was sitting in the tree watching the show.
The two watched the show, and Linghu Xiao suddenly asked Mo Hua: "Are you going to the Sword Discussion Conference?"
Mo Hua was a little confused, "It's hard to say..."
If you say you don't want to go, it must be a lie.
Although he won the title of leader of the discussion formation, sword discussion and formation discussion are completely different.
No matter the intensity, excitement, challenge, or attention, they are not on the same level at all.
The fight for swordsmanship and the fight for supremacy between geniuses are full of countless variables. No one knows who will win in the end until the end.
But he was in a special situation, and he knew it in his heart.
Of course you can participate if you can, but it’s hard to say how hard it will be and how far it will win.
He has too many meritorious deeds to use up.
Fame is also a bit of a drag.
Currently, sword discussion is not that attractive to him.
At most, the situation of Taixu Sect is not good, so I have to think of a way to protect my ranking, but that's all.
Really working hard and risking exposing one's trump card to be at the top is more or less not worth the gain.
Everything has two sides.
Sword fighting for fame, standing on the top of the mountain, seems to be a beautiful scene, but being watched by too many caring people may also lead to disaster.
Mo Hua was a little undecided for a while.
Linghuxiao nodded and fell silent. After a moment, he said again: "If you want to participate, I will come with you."
Mo Hua was startled and turned to look at Linghuxiao.
Linghuxiao looked calm, but his eyes were firm.
Mo Hua is grateful in his heart.
Participating in the Sword Discussion Conference is not a matter of one person, but requires five people to work together. In this way, if you want to get a good ranking, you must "join forces". All five people can't be bad. There are obvious shortcomings.
Mo Hua knew that although he was not weak, he might not be that strong in a head-to-head confrontation with others in a sword competition.
But Linghuxiao is really strong. Since entering the late stage of foundation building, his swordsmanship has become stronger day by day.
He probably wanted to teach himself, even if this was his only chance to discuss swordsmanship in his life.
Even if his spiritual power is low, it may be a drag on him.
Mo Hua smiled and patted Linghu Xiao on the shoulder, "I appreciate your kindness. We will talk about this kind of thing later."
Linghu smiled and nodded and said no more.
The surroundings became quiet, and Mo Hua also began to concentrate, looking at the disciples competing in the field.
As he looked at it, Mo Hua discovered that the fellow disciples of the Taixu Sect had made considerable progress in terms of cultivation and Taoism compared to before.
Especially the cultivation level.
Their spiritual roots are better than Mo Hua's, and they reach the late stage of foundation building one step earlier than Mo Hua, which means that they have half a year longer than Mo Hua to improve their cultivation.
Mo Hua did a circle comparison and found that among all the disciples, his spiritual power was truly the lowest.
And the gap has widened unknowingly.
In the early stages of foundation building, it was not obvious yet.
Now that we have passed the middle stage of foundation building and reached the late stage of foundation building, the difference between spiritual roots and techniques has further expanded.
Compare the ink paintings.
If we say that in the early stage of foundation building, his spiritual power was only 20% weaker than that of his fellow disciples.
Now, it is estimated to be 30 to 40% weaker.
This is still compared to average.
Compared with top geniuses like Linghu Xiao, Mo Hua found that his spiritual power was only half of theirs...
Less than half...
This is just foundation building.
If we get to Jindan, this gap will probably widen.
After all, the base gap is huge. The further you go to the later stages and the strength multiplier increases, the gap will become wider and wider.
Mo Hua knew this truth before, but he was ignorant at that time and did not understand it as deeply as he does now.
Mo Hua took a breath of cold air in his heart.
The gap between rich and poor among monks is astonishing, and the gap in spiritual power is also astonishing.
"I have to think of something..."
Mo Hua felt a little anxious.
……
At night, the disciple is in the middle.
Mo Hua, who had returned from Demon Refining Mountain, was lying on the table again, practicing the formation diligently.
He felt that he should improve his strength.
But the shortcoming of weak spiritual power is almost a deadlock. He can't break through it now, so he can only find a way to make his spiritual consciousness stronger.
The stronger your spiritual consciousness is, the stronger your formations, spells, and sword techniques will be.
And the Sword Discussion Conference will be next year, so prepare early. Even if you just participate, having strength is better than not having strength.
But Mo Hua practiced the formation several times, looked inside, and shook his head helplessly.
"No...I can barely feel the increase in spiritual consciousness."
Since he established the foundation, although he can also enhance his spiritual consciousness through formations, but relying solely on this method, his spiritual consciousness will The growth has been minimal.
The formation's training of spiritual consciousness is also more focused on the understanding of the rules and the control of spiritual consciousness, rather than on the enhancement of spiritual consciousness.
This may be related to the transformation of his spiritual consciousness.
It may also be related to the fact that he ate too many evil spirits.
But now that I don’t eat, or there is no good food to eat, the improvement of the spiritual consciousness of ink painting has almost stagnated, especially at the extremely critical node of the twenty lines.
"Everything is stuck again..."
Divinity, formations, sword techniques, and natal magic weapons.
Mo Hua sighed.
It is really not easy to cultivate Taoism, there are obstacles everywhere.
Of course, the road to construction is long, and bumps and setbacks are normal.
Mo Hua forced himself to calm down and continue to practice the formations, practicing the formations that he had practiced countless times over and over again.
Little by little, hone your spiritual consciousness and understand the true meaning of practice.
I don’t know how long he had been practicing, and for some reason, Mo Hua felt sleepy for the first time. A heavy feeling of fatigue came over him, and Mo Hua’s eyelids began to fight.
Mo Hua struggled a few times, but it was still useless and he couldn't lift his spirits at all.
In the end, he couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes slowly closed, his head dropped, and he lay on the table, knocking Lingmo over with his arm.
The spiritual ink spread out bit by bit, staining the formation paper black.
Mo Hua also had a nightmare.
In the nightmare, it was pitch black. A thing that looked like an "evil fetus" was looking at the ink painting with ferocious eyes.
(End of this chapter)