Chapter 1016 Meeting
The sunset is shining with thick rays of smoke.
Mo Hua was leading Zhang Lan, strolling among the mountains, telling him some of the history of Taixu Gate, the ancient Taoist temples, the ancient pavilions, and the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.
Zhang Lan was a little shocked.
What shocked him was not entirely the long history, profound heritage, disciple style, magnificent mountain scenery, and various scenic spots...
Of course these were also shocking, but what really shocked him was that he could actually enter the mountain gate of Taixu Gate?
It was the time of the sword competition, and there were so many monks surrounded outside the mountain gate.
Some of those monks had high cultivation, some had extraordinary origins, and some were majestic, but without exception, they were all stopped outside the door.
The same is true of Zhang Lan.
The rules of the sect are strict, and the elders and inner disciples who guard the mountain are selfless and cannot be said at all.
When Mohua arrived at the door, she just smiled and called out a few words, "Elder" and "Senior Brother", and said, "This is an uncle with a good relationship with me."
The man who guarded the mountain actually let go without saying a word.
The disciples guarding the mountain salute Zhang Lan.
The elder who guarded the mountain actually nodded to Zhang Lan.
It was even more outrageous when I got into Taixu Sect.
When all the disciples along the way, they almost always shouted "Senior Brother" or "Little Brother".
All the elders along the way would nod and say hello to Mo Hua in a very familiar way.
Some elders even greet Mo Hua first, and Mo Hua then smiled and replied with a gift.
Zhang Lan almost thought he was dreaming.
If he hadn't known about Mo Hua's origin, he would have almost thought that Taixu Gate was opened by his Mo painter.
In a powerful fifth-grade sect, the one who can receive this treatment is not a little ancestor, so he must be a little leader, right?
Zhang Lan looked at the ink painting silently.
He knew a long time ago that Mo Hua had a good reputation and good sociality, and could "make good" anywhere.
But it is somewhat a bit difficult to "get through" to such an extent, breaking through the upper limit of his imagination.
As the two walked, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle Zhang, you haven't eaten yet, are you?"
Zhang Lan nodded.
The ink painting is very generous: "I treat you!"
In Taixu Sect, the place for disciples to eat is the dining hall where the disciples live.
But only disciples can go to such places, so they really refuse "outsiders".
Even if it is ink painting, it does not have that much authority.
His greatest authority is at most to bring the head of the sect’s big white dog into the kitchen hall for free.
But that was the head of the sect.
He can't make an exception on Uncle Zhang's side.
Mo Hua went to the kitchen hall, bought some wine and meat, took it out, and then led Zhang Lan to a quiet and beautiful mountain in the Youshan Mountain of Taixumen.
Look for a big stone, put the good wine and meat on the cloth blanket.
The two sat on the ground, facing the sunset and the scenery of the mountains in front of them, and the beautiful scenery of eating meat, drinking and chatting.
In this scene, Zhang Lan felt in a trance that he felt that he was still in Tongxian City, in the wine shop of the Mo painter, and was carefree and drank with Mo Hua. Eat meat, chat, listen to the demon hunters chat about interesting things in the mountains, wait for the sunset to set, and the sunset shines on the red door.
But in a blink of an eye, there was Taixu Sect in front of me again.
The person who drank with him was the genius of swordsmanship in Taixu Sect, the leader of the formation, and was a handsome young man.
After ten years of separation, it seems like yesterday that the appearance of ink paintings has changed, but in every move, it is still sincere and natural, and it seems that nothing has changed.
Those who practice Taoism will not change their original aspirations, but the innocent heart will not change.
Zhang Lan sighed in his heart.
Influenced by the temperament of ink painting, he naturally felt much more relaxed.
Ink painting is no longer the same ink painting, but it seems that it is still the same ink painting.
Mo Hua also looked at Zhang Lan.
I found that he, the lazy Uncle Zhang, seemed to have become much more "honest". He was not as idle as in Tongxian City, and he grew up a lot...
Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded with relief.
But at the same time, he was a little surprised: "Uncle Zhang, have you formed a pill?"
Zhang Lan nodded, "Well, you're lucky." br>
Mo Hua frowned, not understanding.
He remembered clearly that Uncle Zhang only cultivated his energy when he was in Tongxian City.
Later, when the big demon was killed, Uncle Zhang had to break through the realm and become the foundation building.
But now, in the blink of an eye, he has formed a pill after not seeing each other for so many years?
This is somewhat outrageous.
Mo Hua couldn't help asking, "Uncle Zhang, is there any problem with your cultivation level?"
Zhang Lan was a little unhappy, "What's the problem with your cultivation level?"
He saw that Mo Hua still didn't believe it, and was a little helpless, so she explained: "Didn't I tell you that I have a good qualification. I was dissatisfied with the marriage arranged by my family before, so I was stuck in Qi Refining and went to a remote little girl. The local government is a sect to make a purity. "
"Later, I broke through the foundation building, and I could only be the Hui tribe."
"After the Hui tribe, my father arranged a marriage for me again. I disagree. My father is quite old-fashioned, so he said that unless I build a pill and have the ability to be independent, this marriage will be necessary."
< br>"I can only go into seclusion and practice hard every day, break through one realm after another, and practice until the peak of foundation building. After that, I formed a pill, which was lucky, and I succeeded in one go..."
Mo Hua The whole person was shocked.
Uncle Zhang is a man who is in his thirties and still cultivates his energy in his thirties.
And then, in order to escape the marriage, could he form a pill in his forties? !
Ink painting was shocked to Zhang Lan for a moment.
He couldn't help asking, "Uncle Zhang, if your father asks you to cultivate to the point of eternity, otherwise you will have to marry, then you will be able to live in the same place?"
Zhang Lan was so angry that he couldn't help but glared at Mo Hua: "You kid, you are starting to talk nonsense again. Is Yuhua so simple?"
"Your child is starting to talk nonsense again. Is Yuhua so simple?" > "My father is my father. He is just stubborn, not really without common sense. How could he really force me to become a thief?"
"He has been practicing for a lifetime and has been suffering for hundreds of years. Only then can he be lucky. With a little spiritual understanding, he barely achieved erection."
"When he reaches erection, he is a real person."
"He knows the difficulty of the feathering realm better than anyone else, how could he really force me..."
At this point, Zhang Lan paused slightly, breathing a sigh of relief, and sighing:
< br>"Actually, let alone the feathering, the golden elixir is also very difficult. To a large extent, it depends on whether the Heavenly Dao favors you."
"Once you are too lucky, you will fail no matter how you form a pill. Many people are stuck here, and one pill is for a lifetime."
"I used to be worried that the golden pill is too difficult. Once I can't break through, I can't help myself."
"I was worried that the golden pill was too difficult. , so I got stuck in the Qi Refining Realm and was ruined. "
"If it weren't for the Tongxian City, I wouldn't have broken through the foundation building so easily." "
"But fortunately, I drank one drink every time Peck, there is a decisive nature. I am also considered a blessing in disguise. I forced myself to force myself to the golden elixir..."
Zhang Lan lies on his arm, raised his legs, and lay on the huge rock. It was visible to the naked eye that the human being quickly "lazy" again, and his tone was also lazy:
"At the age of thirty, he is an older monk."
"At the age of 40, he is definitely a young talent, and he is very rich in time."
"I I can also live a more leisurely life..."
Mo Hua also learned from Zhang Lan, pillowing her arms, legs raised, and lay lazily, enviously:
"Really OK...I don't know yet, when will I be able to form a elixir..."
Zhang Lan didn't care, "You are now a genius of Taixu Sect. With the support of the sect, you don't lack inheritance, and the guidance of seniors. And with so many elders, you still have to worry about the pills?"
Mo Hua sighed, "This has nothing to do with inheritance. Uncle Zhang, you also say that making elixirs depends on personal luck."
"Good luck depends on whether it is the way of heaven. The way of heaven If you don't care about me, it will be difficult to do..."
Zhang Lan nodded, "This is also..."
He is lucky, but it does not mean that Mo Hua's luck is also lucky. It will be fine.
He hopes Mo Hua will have good luck.
But such things are governed by the way of heaven, and the way of heaven cannot listen to him.
Zhang Lan thought deeply, and then sighed helplessly, "I can't help you with this..."
"If it were before, I could have some from the Zhang family, Here comes the experience of inheritance, and I will give you a reference..."
"But now, you are already a disciple of the Taixu Sect. The Taixu Sect has a profound foundation and a long history. You should not use the masterpieces of my Zhang family. …”
When Zhang Lan said this, he suddenly felt excited and immediately sat up straight, leaving no leisurely mood.
He almost forgot!
Survival steps!
This is the big deal!
Mo Hua was shocked and a little strange when she saw him.
Zhang Lan looked serious and found Mo Hua to "confession": "Mo Hua, do you still remember how you came from?"
Mo Hua nodded: "A passing by, kind-hearted Uncle, leave it to me."
"Don't say it wrong. If you say it wrong, I might die." Zhang Lan's face tense.
Mo Hua was puzzled, "Is it that serious?"
Zhang Lan nodded: "It was not originally, but now it has it, it's very serious!"
Originally, he was just working as a dictionary in a remote little fairy city. By chance, he taught an ordinary little casual cultivator, just a little bit of his unique body skills of the Zhang family.
But the meaning now is different. He "betrayed" his unique skills of the Zhang family to the genius leader of the Taixu Sect.
It was still under the attention of everyone and was seen by the Great Elder.
This is deadly.
In the daytime, Zhang Lan heard the conversation between Elder Feng and the Great Elder from beginning to end.
At that time, Elder Zhang, in front of Elder Feng, carried people in a sedan chair, lifted the genius of the Feng family, and praised his steps on the wind and the steps on the wind, how unique he was.
Then the wind steps of Xiaoyaomen and the wind steps of the Feng family were pressed down by the ink painting in front of everyone.
What I learned about ink painting is the passing steps of his Zhang family.
Elder Feng didn't know about this.
If he knew, he would definitely think Elder Zhang was "sarcastic" him.
On the surface, he praised the genius of the Feng family for being outstanding and extraordinary. He passed on his unique skills in the Zhang family with his backhand, allowing a child of the Taixu Sect to overwhelm his Feng family.
It would be strange if Elder Feng was not angry to death.
Even if he doesn't say it out loud, he will definitely feel grudges in his heart.
Even with the Zhang family and the Feng family, there may be a rift.
So, the secret of "Shuibu" must not be revealed.
This is not his Zhang Lan, and he doesn't want to eat bran and choke vegetables and kneel on the ancestral hall.
It is really for the friendship between the Great Elder and the Feng Elder for more than two hundred years, as well as the friendship between the Zhang family and the Feng family for generations.
Zhang Lan's expression was as firm as the rocks on Taixu Mountain:
"Millions, don't say it out!"
Mo Hua felt the heavy weight here. The weight of cause and effect, nodded seriously: "Don't worry, I won't say anything if I beat you to death."
"Okay!"
After confirming Mo Hua's resolute eyes, Zhang Lan finally felt relieved and changed to the "lazy" mode again, drinking while looking at the scenery of the mountains.
Then the two talked about the past of Tongxian City.
Zhang Lan also asked about the recent situation of ink painting.
I learned that except for practicing Taoism every day, practicing Taoism and painting formations, everything else is fine...
The sect is good, the same sect is kind, the elders are friendly, and the head and the ancestor are also very kind.
Zhang Lan was completely relieved. Of course, he also took the time to ask other questions that he really minded, such as:
"Your spiritual consciousness really has the peak of the nineteen-patterned pattern?" br>"You really beat the four major sects in the middle stage of foundation building and have the leader of the formation?"
"Are you really the grandson of the ancestor of Taixu Sect?"
"Is he the illegitimate son of the head of Taixu?"
"I heard that you used fireball technique and exploded Zixia The head of the first beauty in the family? ”
…
Mo Hua answered most questions truthfully.
For example, he is really the leader of the formation.
He really relied on his "hard strength" to defeat one of the four major sects, and then he was the first in the formation. He did not commit favoritism or fraud, nor did he operate secretly.
Also, he is not the illegitimate son of the head of Taixu.
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Not the grandson of Taixu ancestor.
In addition, it wasn't really his intention, he insisted on using fireball to explode the head of the No. 1 beauty in Zixia Sect.
He focused on discussing swords and was focused on it, but he really didn't recognize it.
It's not that he wants to use his coldness to attract the fairy's attention...
Of course, there are some problems, Mo Hua also lies a little bit.
For example, his spiritual consciousness is not the peak of the nineteenth pattern, but it is already the spiritual consciousness of the twenty-stitched Golden Elixir realm.
But such things are a bit shocking. In addition to the ancestor's repeated instructions, it is difficult to say Mo Hua.
…
The two of them chatted like this, both like old acquaintances and friends, until the sunset sets, the sunset goes away, and night falls, and lights lights are on in the Taixu Mountains. Fire is empty and bright, and it is like a fairyland in the sky for a moment.
Zhang Lan stood up and said goodbye.
Ink paints words to keep.
Zhang Lan shook her head: "If you go back late, you will be blamed by the Great Elder. What's more, you have to concentrate on discussing swords and not be disturbed."
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and could only nod.
Uncle Zhang is telling the truth.
Sword debate is indeed very busy.
Especially, he has a special identity and a trump card. Once exposed to everyone's vision, he will inevitably be targeted. Every swordsmanship requires a lot of time to think about countermeasures, formulate plans, and prepare for the future. .
This way you can win one game at a time.
"Uncle Zhang, will you stay in Qianxuezhou for a while?"
"Well," Zhang Lan nodded, "until the sword contest ended."
"Well," he said. >
Mo Hua smiled and said, "Okay, the sword debate is over. I will invite you to drink and eat meat again."
Zhang Lan also smiled and nodded, "Okay."
The night became a little deeper, so Zhang Lan left and Mo Hua sent him to the gate of Taixu Mountain.
Before leaving, Zhang Lan suddenly thought of something and said, "Mo Hua, you... be careful..."
Mo Hua was stunned and didn't understand very well, "What should I be careful?"
>
Zhang Lan hesitated for a moment and asked, "You are discussing swordsmanship... Do you like to use low-level spells..."
Mo Hua nodded, looking at it for granted, "I only know low-level spells, of course Only use low-level spells."
"Then you use the fireball technique to finish the attack..."
"Save time and effort, fast and convenient."
"Then your hidden technique..."
" They want to kill me, of course I have to use concealment to escape, otherwise I will be killed. "
"Then use concealment to play hide-and-seek..."
"It's time to delay. So when Xiaoxiao and the others free up their hands and kill all sides, we can win..." Zhang Lan was stunned.
Mo Hua's statement is indeed reasonable and well-founded, but he didn't know how much psychological trauma his "taken for granted" behaviors caused to the disciples who discussed the sword.
It made many viewers so angry that they vomited blood.
The viewing table was full of the "sinful sins" ink paintings.
But Zhang Lan didn't know what to say about this matter for a while.
After a moment, he sighed and said to himself:
Forget it, it is a mediocre person not to be jealous of others.
If you want to achieve something in the practice of Taoism and to endure the praise of others, you will inevitably be slandered by others.
Those who achieve great things cannot be jealous and even more impossible.
"I will always be in the audience, watching you show your power in the sword contest!" Zhang Lan said with a gentle expression, looking at Mo Hua encouraged.
Mo Hua also smiled and said, "Thank you Uncle Zhang."
Then the two said goodbye under the night.
Zhang Lan walked down the mountain.
The ink painting stays on the mountain.
The person who went down the mountain was filled with relief and sighing, and incredible.
The people who stay on the mountain also feel warmth and joy in their hearts.
In the long journey of practicing Taoism, there are always some warm encounters.
In the vast sea of people, there will be people who care about you silently.
Mo Hua looked at Zhang Lan who was gradually moving away, with a kind smile on her face, and her eyes were bright and bright.
After Zhang Lan's figure disappeared from afar, he turned around and returned to Taixu Gate...
Of course, someone was concerned about Mo Hua.
Of course, there are also people who hate him.
There are many people who care about him, and the more people who hate him.
Qianxuezhou area, within various sects.
A mysterious "organization" is quietly established.
A special order for transmission is circulating in secret.
This letter of the sect has a stern name - "Tu Mo Ling".
Every disciple who receives this "Mo Tu Order" can join this mysterious organization as long as he has certain cause and effect and reaches an agreed agreement.
All disciples who hold the "Tu Mo Order" can communicate with the same elemental magnetic bottom array through tokens.
The children of the alliance can communicate with each other and pass on letters.
At this time, members with anger and hatred joined the alliance anonymously.
In the ink-slaughter order, the magnetic patterns appear words...
"A Canglang Sword enters the alliance..."
"I am irreconcilable with Fireball Technique and enter the alliance..."
"The nameless people join the alliance..."
"The water prison Technique should be damned joining the alliance..."
" The No.1 Fairy of Zixia joins the alliance..."
"Whoever learns to hide is the dog joins the alliance..."
"A young man like the wind joins the alliance..."
...
"The big fool joins the alliance..."
Everyone:...
This name is , let Tu Mo Ling quiet for a moment.
Someone asked: "Shi Tiangang?"
The big fool: "Yes."
Everyone: "..."
Damn the water prison technique: "It doesn't have to be so direct, it's OK Be a little more implicit, at least hide your name..."
The big fool: "I'm anonymous."
Everyone: "..."
The water prison technique is damn: "I mean, you can change the anonymous way, don't be so... straightforward?"
The big fool: "No need." br>
The big fool: "I use this name as my ambition to urge myself, sleep on firewood and taste gall, and never forget the deep hatred of blood..."
The big fool: "I will never give up until I kill the ink painting!"
The nameless man: "Okay! I admire you!"
The wind-like boy: "I'm the one."
A Canglang sword: "I can do my best."
>The first fairy in Zixia: "Tell me the missing spirit stone."
I am irreconcilable with the Fireball Technique: "Swear to kill the ink painting!"
...
The crowd was excited for a moment, and they were all brushing:
"The ink painting is damn!"
"I don't have any more than the ink painting." Together with the sky! ”
"If you don't kill Mo Hua once, you will live in vain!"
"If you don't kill Mo Hua once, I will never marry you!"
...
After a while, suddenly The elemental magnetic fluctuates and the ink pattern fails.
Everyone can't speak for the time being.
A man who was completely anonymous with a ball of black magnetic ink, passed a letter to everyone with bold magnetic ink, and his words were solemn: "The Mo Tu League was established today.
Covenant: Ink painting deserves to die!
Purpose: Swear to kill ink painting!
Token: Ink Slaughter Order.
Conditions for joining the alliance: irreconcilable with ink painting!
The current task:
At the sword contest, kill the ink painting in front of everyone.
No limit on identity, no limit on cultivation, no means of killing, just once!
Those who use hand-killed ink paintings can be elected as the "leader" of this alliance and are highly praised by thousands of people.
His achievements are engraved in the hearts of everyone and will last forever! ”
…
For a moment, all the holders of the "Ink-Slaying Order" ignited a raging fire in their hearts.
(The end of this chapter)
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