Chapter 934 Young Master
This is a young master with luxurious clothes and jade-like features.
The fair and handsome face exudes an innate nobility.
His appearance is very strange. This is the first time I have met Mo Hua, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It seems that this is not the first time the two of them have met, and they have had a causal entanglement very early on.
Mo Hua looked at the young master with his thoughts floating.
The young master also looked at Mo Hua. His expression was surprised for a moment. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and said calmly:
"Are you... Mo Hua?"
Mo Hua felt in his heart He jumped, but his face remained calm, "Do you know me?"
"Qianxue Zhoujie, the leader of the formation..." The young master's tone was mixed with a bit of recognition and a bit of casualness, "Cousin Juncai was defeated in your hands. He told me that your The formation is amazing."
Mo Hua said lightly: "Excuse me."
He glanced at the young master again and asked, "I don't know what your surname is, sir?"
The young master showed a sneer with a hint of displeasure.
It seems that people have always paid homage to him and humbly reported his name to him, but no one has ever known his name, and no one has dared to ask him what his name is face to face.
He looked at the ink paintings arrogantly and didn't want to pay attention to them, but for some reason, he always felt that the ink paintings had an aura that was different from ordinary people, so that he was willing to go out of his way to give him this face.
The young master said coldly: "Qian Dao Sect, Shen Linshu."
Qian Daozong, Shen Linshu, Shen...
The pupils of the ink painting are slightly shrunken.
The handsome young master in front of me is actually a disciple of the Shen family of the Qian Dao Sect?
Mo Hua glanced behind the young master again.
Behind him were six monks.
Three of them were in the late stages of foundation building, rich and handsome, and looked to be descendants of the top aristocratic families in the Qianxue State.
The other two, middle-aged and profound, are Golden Elixir monks.
There is another one, an old man with an unfathomable aura.
Although Mo Hua could not tell the details of this old man, he had dealt with many high-level monks and had a good vision. Based on his feeling, he guessed that this old man should be a real person in the Ascension Realm.
When Shen Linshu went out, he had three disciples from high-class families as his followers, two Jindan as his guards, and a Yuhua Zhenren to accompany him.
If you put him in the Shen family, even in the Qian Dao Sect, he would probably be as rare as a feather in the sky.
Shen "Lin" Shu... He lives up to his name.
Mo Hua's thoughts were floating in his mind, but the expression on his face was still light.
Shen Linshu glanced at the ink painting again, and unexpectedly said: "On the seventh day of the new year, I will hold a tea party on Taoism. Will you come?"
As soon as he said this, Shen Linshu said The expressions of the three disciples behind him changed.
The two golden elixir guards looked at each other in surprise.
The Yuhua Zhenren also set his deep gaze on Mo Hua.
Tea party?
I’m afraid there will be no good feast.
Mo Hua shook his head, "I'm not familiar with you."
Shen Linshu's eyelids twitched slightly, "I rarely invite people in person."
"Oh..." Mo Hua said indifferently.
Shen Lin's face was slightly stern, his eyes were cold, and he sneered, "I gave you a chance, but you're useless." Then he brushed his sleeves, turned around and left.
The three disciples from the aristocratic family behind him quickly followed up. When passing by Mo Hua, they glanced at him sideways, with a bit of jealousy in their eyes, and a bit of ridicule for his ignorance.
The other two Jindan, one Yuhua, also followed Shen Linshu silently.
The group of people just disappeared into the sea of people.
Seeing them leaving, Mo Hua breathed a long sigh of relief, sweat dripping from his palms, and then stopped staying, walking faster, and rushed to the gate of Qingzhou City, got on the Gu family's carriage, and rushed back to the clan without stopping. Door.
The brightly lit city of Cheongju is getting further and further away.
The carriage moved away from the hustle and bustle and walked into the dark night.
Sitting in the carriage, Mo Hua couldn't help but ponder:
"The omen just now should not be an illusion. The 'poppy'-like chain of cause and effect is indeed exactly the same as Yan Zhizhou's at that time."
"This Shen Linshu should be related to Yan Zhizhou."
< br>"Could it be that this Shen Linshu is the one in the rouge boat, the one holding the moon in all the stars' "Young Master'?"
"The young master I was chasing in the Ten Thousand Demons' Nightmare?"
"He was the mastermind behind it? Or at least, it was Rouge?" In the Zhouhe Ten Thousand Demon Valley incident, the ‘young master’ with the highest status and the most power?”
The ink painting looks solemn.
The encounters between people are really strange and unpredictable.
He never expected that he would meet the "young master" of the Shen family unexpectedly at such an inadvertent time.
The Shen family...
The Shen family is standing behind Mr. Tu? Is it Qian Dao Sect?
This seems reasonable, and Mo Hua can just keep the accounts together.
But he has no evidence and cannot yet prove whether his speculation is true.
Shen Linshu's status is indeed noble, but is he really the young master of the Young Master Pavilion? Is it really Yan Zhizhou, the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and even the "man behind the scenes" appointed by Mr. Tu?
There is no evidence for any of this.
And...
"Does he really know who I am?"
Mo Hua frowned, "He knows that my name is Mo Hua, that I am a disciple of the Taixu Sect and the leader of the formation in the Qianxue State, but he probably doesn't know that I What is your true identity..."
"Otherwise, he would have attacked me directly just now. He's a killer, let alone inviting me to a Taoist tea party to drink tea with him."
"This tea party is probably not a serious thing..."< br>
“Can I kill him? I guess I can’t...”
"What's more, he has the golden elixir followers and the protection of the immortal Yuhua. He can't afford to offend him, so he can only hide far away. Let's go back to the sect early..."
The carriage is speeding, the scenery outside the window Soaked in the night.
Mo Hua looked out of the car blankly, his mind a little confused, but he also vaguely felt that some key figures were emerging little by little...
...
At the same time that Mo Hua passed through the south gate of Qingzhou City and left Qingzhou City.
The young master named "Shen Linshu" and his party went to the north gate of Qingzhou City and took a carriage with a low-key appearance but extremely luxurious interior, which was contrary to the ink painting.
In the carriage, Shen Linshu, whose face was like a crown jewel, was lying on the soft exotic animal skin, tapping his fingers on the table, without saying a word, and his face was ugly.
The atmosphere in the car was a bit depressing.
Everyone can probably guess why the young master is angry.
A disciple from an aristocratic family then advised: "Master Shu, this person has a blind eye and cannot see Mount Tai. The opportunity to become a successful person is right in front of him, but he cannot see it."
"The formation master immerses himself in studying hard and has no understanding of the world."
"If you learn a lot of formations, your brain will be stupid and you will not know how to work. You will only work for others in your life."
"Not bad." , Such a person who doesn’t know how to praise is not worthy of your attention.”
“I know.” Shen Linshu said lightly, but his expression became even more ugly.
Since he was a child, he has never been so polite to his peers.
Today I met this guy named "Mo Hua" and unexpectedly invited him to attend the tea party in Gongzi Pavilion.
Even he didn't know why he did this.
Since the word "Gongzi" is included in "Gongzi Pavilion", it is not just about the talent for cultivating Taoism. Family background, background, and even bloodline are all indispensable.
This guy named Mo Hua, even though he is the "leader of the array", his family background, spiritual roots, and bloodline are too humble. He is far from qualified to enter the Young Master Pavilion and play with them.
Especially family background and bloodline, if you have it, you have it, if you don’t have it, you don’t have it.
This is like a natural chasm, separating those who come from lowly backgrounds and have no power from the core circle.
This Mo Hua had no idea what a noble invitation he was handing him.
This is the real ladder to heaven in the world of cultivation.
It is the true path to power.
The characters in the Gongzi Pavilion are things he will never come into contact with in his life. Even if he just sits together and drinks a cup of tea, he should feel honored.
But Mo Hua refused.
Whether it was "sightless" or "ignorant", it was like a thorn in his heart, making him very unhappy.
Moreover, he always felt that there was a familiar feeling in Mo Hua.
Shen Linshu frowned.
Seeing that Shen Linshu was still concerned, another member of the aristocratic family smiled and whispered:
"Young Master Shu, don't worry. People who come from humble backgrounds are often short-sighted and unable to seize opportunities when they are presented to them. Because of this, they will remain humble."
"No matter whether he is really 'sightless' or not, , we should not give face to the young master. If we don’t give the young master face, we don’t want to give the young master’s pavilion face. How can we establish our authority if everyone learns from the same example?”
"It's better..." The eyes of this aristocratic family member flashed, "We find someone to capture him, gouge out his eyes, cut off his limbs, throw them into the Yanshui River, and feed those clam monsters."
Several other people smiled and agreed, "Yes, this is a good method."
"Since he has eyes but no eyes, it is useless to keep these eyes."
The two Jindan guards remained silent, pretending not to hear anything.
The only emerging old man frowned.
He knows that these young men can do anything.
They came from a very good background. From a young age, they wanted everything. There were too many people flattering them and trying to please them in every possible way. Among these people, there were even some directors and heads of Daotingsi. , which also leads to the fact that in the eyes of these young masters, there is no word "law" at all.
If anything happens, the family will take care of it for them.
They even take pleasure in poking holes in people's throats and have no idea what fear is.
But this "ink painting" really can't move...
He is the leader of Taixu Sect's formation, and Patriarch Xun stands behind him. Even though he comes from a humble background, he is not the kind of person who can be manipulated by others.
If you touch him, you will be in big trouble.
But this kind of thing cannot be said clearly.
Once the rebellious psychology of these young masters is aroused, their blood will surge for a moment, and they will probably ignore it and kill this ink painting.
That would create a deadly feud.
The old man Yuhua pondered for a moment and then said:
"The formation is just a 'skill' after all. No matter how well you learn it, you can only serve a noble family. If you learn martial arts, you will be able to compete with the rich and powerful. Family. No matter how hard you learn, you will never escape this fate."
"The same is true for this one called 'Mo Hua'. No matter how good the formation is, he is just a top-notch beast at best. You don't need to take it to heart, lest you lose your identity."
Shen Linshu was startled and nodded slightly. .
Although the other people felt unhappy, they did not deny it in front of Master Yuhua.
Seeing this, the old man Yuhua said again:
"What's more, not long after, there will be the next sword discussion conference. The sword discussion conference is the real event. Before that, It is not appropriate to be distracted by other things and create unnecessary distractions.”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several children from aristocratic families became much more serious.
One of them agreed: "Yes, the sword discussion conference is important. After nine years of sect learning, we can only compete with this one time. It can even be said that a sect disciple can only compete with this one time in his life."
Another disciple from an aristocratic family also flattered, "Master Shu, given your family background and qualifications, and your reputation as the number one swordsman, We can reach Qingyun in one step and reach Tianshu in the future. It will be a smooth road for us to cultivate Taoism and become immortals in the future."
"Yes, ranking is everything. As long as we get the first place, the ancestor will give us whatever we want, no matter what we want to do in the future. No matter what we do, no one will dare to care about us.”
“Cultivation is all about strength.”
"Geniuses, as long as they are talented enough, everything they do is right."
"If I can get first place, I will rush into Daotingsi and kill a Diansi, and my ancestor will probably protect me."
“Fart, I don’t believe it.”
“I will kill you when the time comes, and I will bet on whether the ancestor will protect me. If I am saved, you will give me a night of entertainment with your betrothed and unmarried Taoist monk. ."
"Fuck you."
"You don't believe it?"
"It's not that I don't believe that your ancestor will protect you, but I don't believe that you can take the first place. Do you deserve to be the first in swordsmanship?"
"You're a coward and you're worthy of saying that. I can't compare to Mr. Shu, so I can't compare to you?" Tell me, do you agree or not... Your Taoist monk who has never been a Taoist must be from the Ming family. I have been jealous for a long time..."
"Get out, I don't even dare to touch her."
"Just for fun, what are you afraid of..."
...
These children of aristocratic families are getting more and more ridiculous as they talk.
But the two Jindan next to them remained silent, and even the Yuhua old man turned a blind eye and asked no questions.
The most important thing about their errand is to listen to nothing and say nothing, so as not to go wrong.
These dudes from aristocratic families in front of you are the real "little ancestors" and cannot be offended at all.
If you really offend them and let them complain in their hearts, they will complain to their parents, elders, and even their ancestors.
Even if people like me are golden elixirs and immortals, they can't just walk around in circles.
This is power.
And this power relies on the powerful strength of behemoths like the Aristocratic Family.
Several children from aristocratic families were noisy for a while, and suddenly someone asked:
"Master Shu, what are we doing in Gushan City? Aren't we going in a big circle? I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the family's ancestor worship."
Shen Linshu didn't answer.
Someone said: "Young Master has ordered us to do it. How can you come up with so much nonsense?"
"You..."
The dispute between the two people, Shen Linshu ignored it.
He looked out the window at the dark night, wondering what was going on in his mind. After a moment, the familiar feeling came again. Shen Lin couldn't help but think of the ink painting again.
I remembered Mo Hua’s clear eyes and innocent and indifferent face.
"Is this really the first time I see him? Why does it feel so familiar? Even..."
Do you feel afraid?
Would I feel afraid?
Shen Linshu's eyes were slightly cold, and he murmured in his heart:
"Who is this Mo Hua...?"
...
Taixumen.
I returned to Zongmen’s Mo Hua and settled down for the time being.
In the next few days, he took the time to check this "Shen Lin Shu", but he didn't get much information. He only vaguely knew that these people, even in aristocratic families, were real "disciples of high families", unlike ordinary disciples, especially Mo Hua. Yes, they are completely from two worlds.
Mo Hua sighed.
Monastic barriers, inheritance monopoly, bloodline isolation...
The ravines and barriers here really make you look deeper and deeper, and climb higher and higher.
Of course, Mo Hua lamented that there was nothing he could do about this kind of thing.
After that, he still practiced and took classes dutifully.
The new year of sect life has begun, and everything is quickly on track.
And this is Mo Hua’s eighth year in Taixu Sect, and it is also the penultimate year of the sect’s nine-year mission.
The next year will be the Taoism Conference.
In the realm of Qianxue Prefecture, a disciple can only attend one Taoism conference in his lifetime. Therefore, this opportunity to discuss Taoism is extremely precious.
The last Taoism Conference that Mo Hua attended was an exception and went through the back door.
Logically speaking, it will really be his turn at the Dao Discussion Conference next year.
And in the blink of an eye, my current Dao Discussion Conference only has more than a year left.
Mo Hua feels that time flies by so fast. He has experienced so many things, but the day he entered the university seems to be just yesterday. In the blink of an eye, the nine-year period is up and he is about to graduate.
Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, but he couldn't tell why.
......
Taixumen, the head of the house.
The towering towers are surrounded by clouds and mist.
Mr. Xun and Head Taixu were drinking tea and discussing matters.
“The next Tao Discussion Conference is coming soon again, with only less than two years left...” Head Taixu sighed.
Mr. Xun drank tea silently and said nothing.
The head of Taixu hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uneasy after all, and then asked: "Old sir, tell me, what ranking will our Taixu sect take this time?"
Xun The old gentleman said calmly: "It's useless to ask me, I don't know how to tell fortunes."
< br>“Don’t you know how to deduce cause and effect?”
“That’s called deduction, not fortune-telling. There are very few people in this world who can really tell fortunes. Furthermore, if you can deduce cause and effect, others will too. Yes, it’s useless to try to take advantage of this.”
The leader of Taixu Sect felt a little regretful, then frowned and said, "It stands to reason that after the merger of the three sects, the strength of our Taixu Sect is not what it used to be. There are still ink paintings on the formation, and this Tao Discussion Conference, even if it does not go further, There should be no problem in keeping my ranking, but..."
Headmaster Taixu sighed, "I always I feel very worried, as if something big is going to happen in this Dao discussion conference.”
Mr. Well, there is no way to avoid the disaster that is coming."
The head of Taixu remained silent.
Mr. Get a good ranking.”
"Forging iron requires one's own hard work. If my Taixu disciples are strong enough, why can't they keep their ranking?"
The head of Taixu thought for a moment and nodded, "The old gentleman is right, then I have more Find some disciples, seize the time, and focus on training."
But he felt helpless.
That's what I say, but this is in the realm of Qianxue State, where there are countless geniuses.
The Taixu Sect is already weak in terms of the source of disciples. No matter how you choose, there is only a limit to how strong you can be.
What's more, now that the three sects have merged, there are more people and the requirements are higher.
It would be lucky if the previous Taixu Sect could keep the eighth place.
But now, his Taixu Sect must be at least one of the "top three". Otherwise, it will not be able to support this large family if it does not have enough share of the Qianlongling Mine.
The sect needs to spend a lot of spirit stones.
The current merger of the three sects, to a certain extent, is all taking advantage of their respective roots.
If you don't get a good ranking, occupy more shares in the Qianlong Spirit Mine, and get more spiritual stones, you will sooner or later "sit back and get nothing".
At that time, once the supply of spiritual stones is insufficient, turnover cannot be made, and life becomes tight, Taixumen will really become an "empty shelf" with a big appetite and not enough to eat, and it will only go downhill sooner or later. thing.
"Opening a sect means burning spiritual stones..."
Headmaster Taixu sighed in his heart.
Therefore, the ranking in the Sword Discussion Conference is very important.
He began to seriously consider candidates for the Sword Discussion Conference:
"Linghu Xiao from Chongxu Clan, a swordsman genius who is rare to see in five hundred years, was originally Chongxu Clan's treasure, but now he is cheap I am from the Taixu Sect... No, we are all from the Taixu Sect now, there is no one who is more advantageous than the other..."
"Tai'amen, there are a few in the Ouyang family, Jian Those who have practiced well..."
"Although my Taixu Sect is not particularly outstanding, because Mo Hua, the 'little senior brother', takes the lead, the cohesion among fellow sects is strong and the cooperation is more tacit..."< br>
Headmaster Taixu was chanting, and suddenly his heart moved, and he asked curiously: "Old sir, you said Mo Hua... is he suitable for discussing swords?"
When it came to ink painting, Mr. Xun also became serious.
He frowned and thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head:
"Not very good... This kid has great abilities, and the advantages and disadvantages are too obvious. It would be too difficult to discuss swords. It’s too easy to be targeted..."
(End of this chapter)