Chapter 988 Blood of the Karmic Dragon

Chapter 988 Blood of the Karmic Dragon

Too much door, elder home.

At the end of the year, Xunzi Youzhuo talked to Mr. Xun Lao for some matters to discuss the sword conference.

These things were deliberately arranged by Mr. Xun.

After three rounds of tea, the business talk was almost done. Xun Ziyou took a sip of tea, hesitated again and again, and asked:

"Old ancestor, do you ... have you taught ink painting swordsmanship?"

Mr. Xun Lao was a little surprised. He glanced at Xunzi, and asked faintly, "Why ask so?"

Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Mo Hua seems to have...learned the true secret of turning Taixu's spiritual thoughts into swords..."

Mr. Xun's pupils shrank, "What did you say?!"

Xunziyou repeated silently.

Mr. Xun's eyes condensed, "Have you seen it?"

Xun Ziyou nodded slightly, "I saw him use his spiritual thoughts to transform into a sword... and kill a third-grade pig demon."

Mr. Xun was stunned.

After a long while, he frowned, glanced at Xun Ziyou doubtfully, and asked slowly:

"You ... know what you are just talking about?"

Ink painting ...

Have you learned the True Truth of God?

Killed a third-grade golden elixir realm pig demon?

How can these outrageous things be connected?

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Xunzi said leisurely to Xunzi:

"Put your head over here, and I'll check your sea of ​​consciousness..."

He is now worried about whether Xunziyou was influenced by evil things when he was in the temple of Gunshan. Zhihai is still a little overwhelming, so that it is easy to whimsical, and he can't distinguish between thoughts and reality.

Mr. Xun's care.

Xunzi smiled bitterly, "Old ancestor, I'm fine, I really saw it with my own eyes ..."

Mr. Xun Lao moved a stagnation, and when he saw that Xunzi was clear and clear, he asked sinkingly like he said false words:

"When did it happen?"

"It was during the day." Xunzi said leisurely, "Mo Hua went to Demon Refining Mountain and said he wanted to practice a small method. I saw it accidentally..."

Xunziyou said that everything went through.

Mr. Xun frowned, "Mo painting knows, did you see it?"

Xun Ziyou muttered: "I was far away, and my breath was restrained. All his attention was on the pig demon, so he probably didn't notice me..."

Ordinary monks, even golden elixir monks, must concentrate on fighting a third-grade golden elixir pig monster.

Not to mention that ink paintings only have the realm of foundation.

Mr. Xun remained silent and his expression became serious.

Xunziyou didn't speak.

Then he had to look at this seemingly "ridiculous" thing with a serious attitude.

But Mr. Xun frowned and thought for a long time, but it was still difficult for him to connect these things.

Looking at it alone, whether it is learning how to transform spiritual thoughts into swords or killing the golden elixir pig demon, it is absolutely impossible...

Ink painting is only the foundation, how to learn the sword?

Taixu Shenxian's sword is true, it is too much sword tactics, it is the inheritance of the town, and it is a banned surgery.

Taoxumen has a brilliant kendo genius.

Only when you have cultivated to the late stage of Jindan, and your soul is stable, can you get started.

Only when you repair the feather, you can make a small success.

Until the cave is false, it can cut the gods to cut the reality.

Foundation-building monk...how to learn how to transform your spiritual thoughts into swords?

Besides, he is not a sword repair.

He is a casual cultivator who was poor when he was young. He has probably never touched a spiritual sword and has no foundation in swordsmanship.

There is no natal sword, so how can the divine mind transform it into a sword?

Also, where does the teacher come from?

Taixu's spiritual thoughts turned into swords. The conditions were harsh, the practice was difficult, and the inheritance was closed. It was not easy to learn.

If you want to master it, you need guidance from senior experts, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes and become obsessed with practice.

Now, in the entire Taixu Sect, the only person who is truly proficient in converting spiritual thoughts into swords is his senior brother Dugu.

He himself, the ancestor of Dongxu, has never learned the Shen Nian Sword Technique because he does not practice swordsmanship.

But his senior brother...

Mr. Xun sighed in his heart.

Brother is seriously injured, just like rotten wood, and now it is blocked in Houshan. How can he pass the ink painting sword tactics?

Even if there was a chance to pass it on before, Mo Hua, an outer disciple, could not enter the back mountain at all.

The senior brother is also autistic in the sword tomb. He has an extremely aloof and withdrawn temperament. It is even more impossible for him to let go of his body and personally teach Mo Hua, a young disciple with no relatives and no knowledge of swordsmanship, how to transform his spiritual thoughts into swords.

Furthermore, even if you learn ink painting, you have learned it, but... use your spiritual thoughts to turn into swords to cross the border and kill the golden elixir monster?

You can't even write it in the storybook.

The accomplishment of the divine thoughtful sword in it is scary.

Transforming Divine Mind into Sword is a profound sword technique, which is divided into many sword styles.

Huajian style, shocking sword, broken god sword, and even the ultimate cutting god sword style ...

One step at a time.

If you want to cross the border to kill the golden elixir, you must master the sword to kill the god.

But to master the most powerful God-Slaying Sword style, I don’t know how many years of hard work it will take, let alone how much effort I need to put into it.

This is to be poured by years and hard work.

It is true that the ink painting of spiritual thoughts can form elixirs, but at such a young age, where can one find the skill to develop such a profound skill in transforming spiritual thoughts into swords?

Even the Mrs. Dugu, who was shocked by his kendo, couldn't do such a thing in the same level ...

What's more, the thoughts of ink paintings are just dan, and they are limited.

Even though he repaired the sword of the gods, he tried his best, and wanted to kill a pig demon in the Jindan realm.

……

There was silence in the room.

The candlelight swayed, and the fire light burned a little bit.

Mr. Xun said nothing and fell into deep thought for a long time.

He brought this matter back and forth, repeatedly, and pondered all over again, and felt that everybody was a loophole.

Xun Ziyou didn't dare to disturb.

I don't know how long it took before Mr. Xun came back to his senses and asked Xun Zi: "Are you sure you saw... Mo Hua used a sword?"

Xunzi was thinking for a moment, shook his head, "He had no sword in his hand, but pointed at the eyebrows, and then his eyes seemed to have a sword light ..."

"Are you sure it's Jianguang?"

Xunziyou was asked so much that it was not sure.

He didn't see the whole picture, but only saw the mottled golden trace, which faintly constituted a blade of blade.

But it is hard to say whether this is sword light.

"But there is a sword ..."

"Are you sure it's sword intention?"

Xunziyou has nothing to say.

The sword's intention was attributed to the divine will, which was illusory. He could only "feel" it was based on his own experience, but he had no way to prove it.

As soon as Mr. Xun's eyes were condensed, he tried to intercept the railway: "So, this is not too much of the deity of the gods!"

Even if there are in case, it will never be allowed!

The sword is too much, but the sword is too bad.

No matter how good or favored in Mo painting, his current identity is still just too much abroad disciples.

It is a huge crime for an outer disciple to secretly learn the sect's forbidden skills.

Once the news spreads, Taixu Sect will be unable to deal with it at all.

If he was punished, he was reluctant to be reluctant.

Stealing the ban, according to the law of the ancestors, and abolishing it lightly for the ancestors.

If he is not punished, he will be given a handle and criticized by other sects.

Even in Zongmen, he could not serve the public.

Everyone has the same learning, and they will think about going to study forbidden.

This is an act that corrupts the family tradition.

Therefore, it is impossible for Mo Hua to learn the true secret of turning Taixu's spiritual thoughts into swords.

Mr. Xun said: "He only built the foundation, and is not a sword repair. How can he learn to read the sword? Moreover, he didn't even have a sword in his hand ..."

Xunzi stunned and felt very reasonable.

He just had preconceptions and took things for granted, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that these were indeed not in line with the swordsmanship "rules" of the divine sword.

It's just that ink painting is bizarre, he didn't think so much for a while.

But no matter how bizarre it is, you must follow the basic rules of Taoism.

In the record of Zongmen, the sword of divine thought is not he cultivated like this ...

Xunzi nodded, then raised her eyes, and looked at Mr. Lao.

"Then, what is the method of painting in ink painting? Is it a special type of divine thought?"

After all, Sanpin Pig Monsters can be cut to death.

Mr. Xun was silent.

Xunzi Youcan was a little surprised in his heart, and he said, "Old ancestor, do you old people ... don't you know?"

Mr. Xun raised his head and looked at him silently.

Xunziyou immediately realized that he had a lot of mouth, and immediately became honest, bowed his head to drink tea, and did not dare to ask more.

Mr. Xun thought for a moment and said to Xunzi:

"This matter is a bit strange, but you don't need to make a fuss. It's somewhat ridiculous for one person to build the foundation and kill the golden elixir monster... What's more, you should know the foundation and heritage of that kid Mo Hua."

"His array accomplishment, among his disciples, may be considered a riding."

"But when it comes to frontal combat power, it's far behind."

"Moreover, with the power of my own, I have killed any three -grade monsters. Most of them are ..."

Old Mr.

"Bodybuilding?" Xunzi stunned, then nodded, "The ancestor's words are reasonable."

To be honest, he must not believe it in his heart.

But he has no other explanation.

Moreover, this was what the ancestor said, and he did not dare to refute it.

Seeing that Xun Ziyou was doubtful, Mr. Xun simply waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about this matter. I know it well."

"Yes." Xun Ziyou cupped his hands.

After the ancestor said this, he could not say any more, so Xun Ziyou bowed and said, "Ancestor, I will take my leave first."

Mr. Xun Lao sighed slightly, looked at Xunzi You, and told: "This matter ... Don't pass it out, let alone talk about it everywhere."

"Especially, the true secret of divine thoughts turning into swords... Whether it is true or false, once it spreads and spreads rumors, it will cause huge trouble!"

Mr. Xun Lao's tone is extremely dignified. Xunzi was shocked.

He almost forgot that this was a forbidden technique.

Forbidden magic is no joke.

The so -called prohibition is the taboo technique, which is forbidden to cultivate. There are records on the Daoting side, and no monks can be learned again.

Therefore, Mo Hua absolutely cannot learn the true secret of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords.

Xunziyou knew the interests, and immediately said in his heart: "Old ancestor, I will forget this matter."

Mr. Xun nodded and waved his hand, "Go down."

"Yes." Xunzi solemnly arched, and then retreated respectfully.

The elder was in the middle and it became quiet for a while.

Candle light swaying.

Mr. Xun was still sitting there, motionless, but his thoughts were floating like a candle.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

He couldn't believe this matter.

Even if he wanted to believe it, he really couldn't give himself an explanation for something that was so contrary to common sense and had no sign of cause and effect.

What's more ... Brother He ...

Mr. Xun turned his head, looked at Houshan deeply, and sighed deeply at the end.

"The True Secret of Taixu Spiritual Mind Transforming into a Sword..."

These words are also a pain in his heart.

Once upon a time, this sword technique symbolized the greatest glory of Taixu Sect.

At that time, Tai Xumen thought of the swords and swords, and he proved the heavens with the heart, the god of thought, and the truth of the gods.

Under the sword transformed by spiritual thoughts, evil spirits can be warded off, and no one dares to use its edge.

But Cheng Ye also thought about turning the sword, and he also thought about turning the sword.

During the years, countless divine thought sword repairs fell under the sword tactics of "hurting people and hurting themselves".

This sword tactics are both too dignified and the most painful scars.

But now, this sword technique will finally die out with Senior Brother Dugu.

Once Brother Dugu returns to the dust, the sword is divided, and it will be completely annihilated.

Perhaps in his lifetime, he would never be able to see Taixu's spiritual thoughts turned into sword magic again and see the light of day again.

The world can no longer see it, and the gods of God's sword are shocking.

Mr. Xun's eyes were dim.

This is what he has long been "known".

The decision to ban the sword of divine thoughts is also he.

This is destined to be inevitable, but to this day, Mr. Xun's heart still has deep losses and endless stuns.

At this moment, Xunzi You's words came to mind again.

Mr. Xun's gloomy eyes suddenly became gleaming.

"The true secret of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords..."

"Ink painting..."

Mr. Xun Lao gently thought about these two names, and his brows gradually frowned.

"Should ... impossible ... how is it possible?"

"But what if it's true..."

Mr. Xun Lao's heart was slightly creepy and sighed slightly. During the circulation of God's thoughts, his eyes are getting deeper and deeper, I don't know what to think about ...

...

Ink painting didn't know that he showed the appearance of the sword of divine thoughts, and the elder Xunzi, who was secretly stared at, looked at it.

Fighting with a pig demon in the third-grade golden elixir realm was too dangerous and too tense, and he didn't dare to lose focus.

With his foundation-building cultivation, killing the Golden Core Pig Demon almost consumed all his spiritual energy.

Therefore, Mo Hua was not aware of the fact that he was "peeped" by Elder Xun Ziyou.

In the next few days, he was still immersed in the joy of killing the third-grade golden elixir pig demon with his spiritual thoughts and the true sword technique.

It's a pity that it's hard to say this kind of thing.

It's not easy for him to go around looking for people to brag about.

None of his junior brothers knew that he had accomplished such an amazing "feat".

Jinyi Night Walk, ignorant.

Ink painting is uncomfortable.

But he still can only keep a normal heart and continue to practice.

Fortunately, after more than a month, the discomfort gradually subsided, and it was also the end of the year, and the sect had another assessment.

After the ink painting is finished, the grade is one, two B and four C.

The formation method "A", the Tao method "B", and an alchemy method. I don't know why, but I also gave him a "B".

Normally, he's always on track.

There was an additional B last year.

This year, there is another B.

Mo Hua couldn't help but frown.

He is a student of cause and effect, and knows that there must be monsters when things go wrong. He can't do so well in the exam for no reason.

Therefore, Mo Hua always has a vague sense of crisis in his heart.

...

After the exam, it will be the New Year.

Mo Hua is going to Gu's family for the New Year's Eve banquet again this year.

He specifically went to talk to Mr. Xun.

Because the situation is special now, the affairs of the Shen family have been settled on the surface, but the interests in the back are entangled, and you are fighting for me between the world.

Ink painting is also unclear. I go to the Gu family to eat rice now.

Mr. Xun only thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "It doesn't matter if you go."

The lone mountain affairs, too Xu Gen and the Gu family, must be remembered by the Shen family on the account, and they didn't care about it.

Moreover, it is also a good thing for Mo Hua to maintain the relationship with the Gu family.

Mr. Xi wrote another word for Mo painting as a congratulatory gift and gave it to the Gu family.

Mo Hua thanked him happily.

It's not too early, and the ink painting said goodbye to Mr. Xun Lao. After the ceremony, he met the deep and complicated eyes of Mr. Xun Lao as soon as he looked up.

"Old sir, is something wrong?" Mo Hua asked doubtfully.

Mr. Xun looked at ink deeply.

This glance gave Mo Hua the impression that Mr. Xun was guessing something in his mind, but due to some cause and effect, he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Old Mr.

I have grown up a lot...

His eyes were gentle and clear, deep and Shen Yi. Although his face was a little childish, his expression looked a lot more calm.

Some things, he can already shoulder it by himself.

In other words, he has been "carrying" him since he was a child ...

Mr. Xun sighed slightly, "Nothing..."

He looked at the ink painting, patted his shoulder, and said warmly, "It's New Year, have a good time."

Mo Hua nodded and said with a smile: "Mr. Happy New Year, I'll go back first."

"Well, okay."

Ink painting gave a gift, and respected.

After the ink painting left, Mr. Xun continued to read the jade slips.

In the jade slip, there is a line of "Catalog of Taixu Gate Prohibition Techniques" written on it.

Mr. Xun looked at the forbidden catalog and fell into thought ...

...

Qingzhou City, Gu family.

In the brightly lit backyard, there are lanterns and colorful decorations.

Mo painting was putting a lantern with Yuer.

Yu'er's face was flushed, and she looked up at the red fish-dragon lantern that Mo Hua made for him, with an expression of joy.

But turned his head to look at the ink painting, Yuer's expression suddenly became lonely, and he pulled his eyelids with a word, pitiful.

Mo Hua noticed something was wrong with his mood and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Yu'er was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Brother Mo, are you leaving?"

Mo Hua was startled, "Who told you?"

Yu'er shook her head, then looked up at Mo Hua, "Big Guy and the others said that after graduation, they will leave Taixumen and Qianzhou. Brother Mo, are you leaving too?"

The "big block" in Yu'er's mouth is talking about the silly big Mo.

Mo Hua looked at Yuer.

Yu'er's eyes, illuminated by the lights in the sky, were sparkling, revealing a deep sense of reluctance.

Mo Hua didn't really want to lie to him, so he just whispered: "It's possible."

Yu'er was even more disappointed.

Mo Hua ruffled his hair, "It is normal for people to have joys and sorrows. In the future, Yu'er will grow up, and she must learn to rely on herself, strengthen her character, and continue to grow stronger..."

The sound of ink painting is gentle and slowly penetrates into Yuer's heart.

Yu'er gradually had the courage in his heart, nodded seriously, and then he nodded, and asked:

"Then will I be able to see Brother Mo again in the future?"

Mo Hua smiled and nodded, "Yes, I will come see you when I have time. Or wait until one day, Yu'er, when your cultivation is strong and you can travel around Kyushu, we will definitely meet again one day."

"When I become stronger...we can meet again..." Yu'er's eyes suddenly revealed longing, and then she nodded repeatedly, "Brother Mo, I will practice hard, and I will find you in the future!"
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Mo Hua smiled gently, "Okay!"

Yu'er also laughed, and the lights in the sky reflected on his face, making him look innocent and brilliant.

Ink painting was relieved, but in the next moment, he trembled, the dragon soul resonated, and a blood red in front of him.

The lights in the sky reflected on Yuer's face, and it was as red as blood.

And this blood-red color vaguely formed the shadow of a dragon.

This bloody dragon shadow, lined with red fire light, moved upstream on Yu'er's face, and then meandered, merged into Yu'er's Yintang, incorporated into his soul.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

"...Dragon?"

"Yuer's body flows ... the blood of the karma dragon?"

(End of chapter)