Chapter 1017 Huangquan
Feng Family Cave Palace.
At night, Elder Zhang and Elder Feng sat opposite each other and drank with a serious expression. "Brother Zhang, are you talking about... Huangquan?" Elder Feng frowned.
As soon as the word "Huangquan" was said, the atmosphere in the room became a little colder.
Elder Zhang nodded and said in a deep voice: "It seems that someone wants to open the 'Huangquan' road in Kanzhou..."
Elder Feng frowned, "Who?"
Elder Zhang shook his head, "Old Zu and the others are not considered..."
Elder Feng's face became more serious, and after a moment, he asked in a deep voice: "Is there really something like... 'Huangquan'?"
Zhang Da The elder looked ugly and said slowly:
"In the ancient records of Kanzhou ten thousand years ago, there is indeed the word "Huangquan", which calls it a major disaster of extinction in the state."
"But what exactly is this "Huangquan"?"
"Is it a big monster, a big ghost, a big corpse?"
"Is it a certain demon cave, an ancient Taoist, or a killing disaster in the world, a calamity of cause and effect... no one knows at all."
"I am still confused about how to open the Huangquan Road and what it means."
Elder Feng said, "Since you don't know anything... Brother Zhang, how do you know that there are signs of "Huangquan" opening the way in Kanzhou?"
Elder Zhang said in a cold voice: "The ancestors hold their dreams, in the dreams There are evil signs, and the boundary of Canglan Prefecture is destroyed. The gloomy yellow water flows along the Di River to the entire Kan Prefecture, distorting all living things. "
"The entire Kan Prefecture has become a difference between yin and yang, and humans and ghosts. The underworld of the Yellow Springs..."
Elder Feng was a little chilling just by thinking about this picture.
Elder Zhang sighed, "The disaster of the Yellow Springs is recorded in the ancient chronicles of all states."
"The cultivation boundary is divided into nine states, Daozhou is in the middle, and the other eight states follow the principles of the Eight Trigrams and protect the center."
"I, Zhang's family, live in Kanzhou. Kan is water."
"The Yellow Spring is also the water of the Nine Netherworlds."
"If we follow the principles of the Eight Trigrams, the disaster of the Yellow Spring must start from Kanzhou. This is the source of the Nine Nethers and the place where the Yellow Spring begins."
< br>"If the disaster of the Yellow Springs in Kanzhou is born, my Zhang family will be the first to be affected. The family's foundation is here, and I dare not do my best to do my best..."
Elder Feng pondered for a moment, his eyes were worried, but at the same time he looked confused: "Brother Zhang, I have something to do." "Brother Feng, please say it." Elder Zhang said.
Elder Feng said: "You and I look at the Qianxuezhou area, with a vast crowd, and a beautiful scenery. We can see that the world is peaceful, the nine provinces are prosperous, and the prosperity is prosperous..."
"But..." Feng The elder frowned, "As Brother Zhang said, Kanzhou has trouble with the Yellow Springs, Lizhou has also caused the Southern Wilderness Rebellion. In addition, there are occasional truths in various places..."
Elder Feng was afraid to mention those two words, hesitated for a moment, then hesitated and lowered his voice: "The evil of Tao is causing trouble..." "So, the world is in the end Chengping, is it prosperity or is it full of injustice and chaos? ”
Elder Feng’s voice was deeply puzzled.
Elder Zhang was silent. After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Elder Feng deeply, "Brother Feng, do you really don't know?"
Elder Feng's eyes flashed, but he shook his head.
Elder Zhang said slowly, word by word: "The aristocratic family is prosperous, you are the elder of the aristocratic family, so you feel that the cultivation world is prosperous."
"But the aristocratic family is prosperous." Prosperity comes at a price."
"Whoever bears this price will bear the injustice and chaos..."
Elder Zhang had a deep gaze and a meaningful tone.
Some people are prosperous, some are bearing the price. Therefore, the chaos in the cultivation world remained frequent, and there were signs of the beginning of the underworld in Kanzhou.
Elder Feng was thinking, but obviously didn't understand it very much.
Elder Zhang had no intention of discussing this issue in depth. What he is concerned about at present is the matter of Kanzhou.
Elder Zhang sighed and said sincerely:
"I'm not hiding it from Brother Feng, I came to Qianxuezhou in person this time. First, to discuss swords and watch rituals, let the disciples in the clan see the charm of Qianxue genius, know the truth about people outside of others, and do not lose the spirit of seeking the truth and being enterprising. …”
"The second is to visit old friends;"
"The third is to make the disaster in the underworld."
Elder Zhang looked at Elder Feng solemnly , "The Qianxuezhou area is the fifth-ranked major province area. The aristocratic sects have a long history, and there must be many ancient books and old records in the Daozang."
"If I have the chance, I want to check it out .”
"Some of the seniors in Qianxuezhou and those with knowledgeable colleagues, if you have the chance, please ask Brother Feng to recommend it."
"I want to use this to find out the root of the word 'Huangquan'... …”
"The disaster of the Yellow Spring is illusory. If there is no such thing, it will be the best."
"But if there is really a disaster, it will definitely be a major disaster. My Zhang family lives in Kanzhou for many years and has no choice but to do so. It is necessary to find a way to suppress the disaster in one state and one realm."
Elder Zhang, who was in the Yuhua Realm, stood up, bowed to Elder Feng, and said solemnly: "I'd like to ask Brother Feng to fulfill his wish."
Elder Zhang, who was in the feather state, stood up, bowed to Elder Feng, and said solemnly: "I'll ask Brother Feng to do it." >
Elder Feng quickly stood up to avoid it and said, "Why do you have to do this by Brother Zhang? I really don't dare to take it."
He thought about it seriously and said truthfully, "To be honest, I'm such a big thing as Huangquan, for this little thing." Cultivation and connections really can't help Brother Zhang."
"But if I only check the old books and old records and recommend some senior fellow Taoists, then I will have no choice but to do so."
Zhang Da The elder felt relieved and bowed, "Thank you!"
The two of them took advantage of the night to chat about specific matters for a while, and it was not until it was too late that they each stood up and said goodbye.
Elder Zhang returned to the Zhang family's guest room and according to the convention, he named it first.
It was already the hour of Hai, and most of the disciples of the clan came back on time, but one person was missing.
Elder Zhang's eyes sank, "Where is Zhang Lan?"
The Zhang family members looked at each other and dared not speak.
It’s not that they don’t want to cover up, but that’s because of their thoughts and practices, they are not even Mao’s, and they are seen through as soon as they open their mouths.
To be honest, it's okay.
If you hide it, everyone will be in trouble.
Just when the disciples were worried, a monk in green clothes hurried in outside the door, bowed and said, "Great Elder."
Elder Zhang glanced at him and asked : "Where did you go?" Zhang Lan said with his hands down: "I went to visit a... fellow Taoist..."
Elder Zhang was worried, and didn't think much about it for a moment. He waved his hand, "Okay, come back soon next time to avoid causing trouble."
"Yes." Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
Then everyone dispersed and went back to their room to rest.
Elder Zhang returned to the room and meditated and rested, but he couldn't calm down, so he simply stood up, sat at the table, lit a candlelight, flipped through some ancient classics and incomplete jade slips, and sought a Answer.
But the disaster of "Yellow Spring" is difficult to distinguish between true and false. The records are hidden in ancient books, which are strange stories and have never been seen.
Elder Zhang looked through and found that he still had very few things to find, and he could not find the origin, nor could he suppress it. He couldn't help but sigh and murmured in his heart: "Bless your ancestors and ancestors, I hope that this time, Qianxue will be During his trip, he could find clues to suppress the "Huangquan" to resolve the disaster in Kanzhou..."
But he also knew that the hope for this matter was too slim.
Elder Zhang shook his head and continued to read and think. But the more I think about it, the more I feel my mind is exhausted and my mind is upset.
At this moment, somehow the scenes of the swordsmanship in the daytime came to his mind again.
On the painting of Fang Tian, the figure was as graceful as a stunning geese and as a swimming dragon. Under the fine and airless sword light of the Feng family's genius, it was as calm as flowing water, and the sword blade did not touch the body...
Elder Zhang remembers his name very clearly:
Ink painting.
Elder Zhang was stunned for a moment, but didn't think deeply for a moment, but sighed: "I am worthy of being a genius of Qianxue, a little boy, with an unparalleled temperament, and his body skills are superior. It is really incredible to be above the genius of the Feng family of Xiaoyao clan..."
Especially his body movement.
Elder Zhang is a great elder, and his family has also inherited his body skills for generations.
He could see better than anyone else that the details of the water-based body movement of the Mo Hua were extraordinary and the exquisiteness of the flow.
This exquisite body technique cannot be achieved without being trained for thousands of times, and has been working hard and expending a lot of effort.
High talent, high understanding, willing to work hard, and excellent body skills.
"If this young genius is really my Zhang family's son, how great it would be..."
Even Elder Zhang loves talents and is envious.
But for a moment, he was suddenly stunned again.
The words of Elder Feng in the sun came to his heart again.
At this time, the night was late, and Elder Zhang calmed down and thought about it in his mind.
He thought about every move carefully.
He slowly thought about it whenever he had line and ended.
I am afraid of being serious in everything.
I'm even more afraid of thinking.
Elder Zhang tossed and turned around, thought about it for dozens of times, and finally took a breath of cold air with a "hiss":
"This young man's body technique really looks a bit like... the way I'm in the Zhang family?"
But his body technique is used too exquisitely.
Even more sophisticated than the disciples of the Zhang family.
A lot of moves, which are even slim and subtle with their powerful spiritual sense, are not something that ordinary monks can do.
And there were some other body movements of seven and eight claws integrated into it.
In addition, there is also some mist. Therefore, at first glance, it is difficult to identify at all.
But at this time, Elder Zhang cut open the body movement and crushed it. After thinking about it repeatedly, he finally realized that there were indeed some traces of orthodox trajectory in it. .
"But... this is impossible..."
"How could he, a genius from Taixu Sect who is completely unmatched, learn the unique skills that my Zhang family has never been passed down. Water Step? ”
Elder Zhang frowned and puzzled. "It's unreasonable..." "Is there really a bad son in my Zhang family who violates the ancestral teachings?" "Elder Zhang's eyes gradually became dangerous stand up.
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Zhang Lan, who was originally lying lazily, felt a sudden chill surge, and a terrified heart almost jumped up. "Is there any danger?" Zhang Lan's face changed drastically. Seeing that the night around him was quiet and the moon outside the window was peaceful and there was no abnormality, he felt relieved and thought about the cause and effect.
"This kid in Mo Hua is a bit dangerous."
"It's still very hateful now."
"Maybe because he had come into contact with Mo Hua during the day, so when he was hated, he implicated me when he was hated. …”
Zhang Lan nodded, feeling something makes sense, and then lay down lazily.
But this time, he was a little uneasy in his sleep.
...
Taixu Gate.
Mr. Xun also cannot sleep at night.
In the Qianxuezhou area, the ancestor generally won’t come forward in the sword competition, but it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t need to work behind the scenes.
Since the sword debate conference started, undercurrents in the Qianxuezhou area were surging, and everything was complicated. He, the ancestor of the sect, may not have really rested for a long time.
And now, what he felt most difficult was the ink painting.
The development of things was a bit beyond his expectations.
He didn't expect that Mo Hua, the child, had a "handsome" face, but he was so hateful.
Only using the basic low-level five-element spell, a group of geniuses from the sect can grit their teeth with hatred for him.
The sword contest conference has been held for so many sessions and so many geniuses in sword contest, Mo Hua is also the only one in the first place.
Mr. Xun was really unexpected.
And now, the situation is gradually becoming a little uncontrollable.
Mr. Xun frowned, and after a long time, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Maybe...this is fate?"
The boy named "Zhuang" back then, He was so amazing that he looked down on the world, which made the genius jealous and hated him, and ended up with enemies all over his eyes.
I don’t know if there is a master’s inheritance here...
This child Mo Hua was fine at the beginning, but as he walked, he seemed to be in a wrong way.
Like "repeat the same mistake", he fell on the same path as his master.
Like his master, he is hated.
Of course, there is still a difference between the two.
Zhuang Daoling was hated because he was extremely talented and arrogant.
The ink painting is hated because it is tricky and weird and very annoying.
The current ink paintings are a bit like... another style of painting "Zhuang Daoling".
Mr. Xun was very helpless.
He thought about this kind of thing for a long time, but there was really no way to do it. At the end, he could only sigh.
"Forget it, 'the world is enemies', perhaps it is also the path that his master and disciple are destined to take..."
"Some fates cannot be escaped in the dark..."
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Fortunately, ink painting is not really an enemy of the world now.
Many people hate him.
But there are also many people who like him and care about him.
Although the road he took was like another "Zhuang Daoling", he was not the real Zhuang Daoling after all.
He is...
"Ink Painting."
Mr. Xun muttered softly, remembering Mohua's sincere face and innocent Taoist heart, gradually letting go Heart comes.
…
The next day, the sword debate continued.
The progress of the sword competition is also progressing little by little.
More and more monks are beginning to pay attention to ink painting.
Concerned about ink painting.
There are people who hate ink paintings.
Most of them are still so angry that they want to see the ink painting that they are unlucky, and then they are very lucky to gloat and take the blame.
Elder Zhang also began to stare at the ink painting while searching for friends and exploring the roots of the Yellow Springs.
He will watch almost every sword contest in ink painting.
He wanted to see if the body technique used by Mo Hua was the way he used by Zhang's family.
Zhang Lan naturally also wanted to watch the ink painting to discuss swords.
In this way, he could be considered "consistent" with Elder Zhang.
Of course, Zhang Lan was still nervous.
The great elder's vision is very vicious.
He naturally couldn't guess some things without clues.
But whenever there is a clue that the elder caught the "little braid" and then he peels it off and figures out what he can do...
Then it will definitely be done.
So, in order not to be suspected by the Great Elder, Zhang Lan only dared to sit in the crowd, silently watching the ink paintings for swords.
Don't dare to speak, dare not talk, and dare not show any signs of his understanding of ink painting.
He was just a visitor from another place, passing by, unknown spectator.
As for ink painting?
I really don't know.
…
On the mountain, the atmosphere of watching the battle became more and more anxious.
Hate is accumulating, and more and more geniuses are "sharpening their knives" at Mo Hua, trying to cut Mo Hua under the horse.
But the sword discussion between Xuanzi has come to an end.
Most of the sword competitions have been compared.
The situation has basically settled.
They want to target ink painting, but there is no chance.
What's more, the opponents are not particularly strong in the next few games of Ink Painting.
After a fight, Mo Hua won, and the winning was quite smooth, and not too many were targeted.
The overall situation is obviously a bit severe, but there is another kind of peace before the storm comes.
In this strange atmosphere, the Xuanzi Bureau’s sword discussion came to an end calmly.
Taixu Gate unexpectedly maintained the third place.
This third one is not only due to Mo Hua and Linghu Xiao, but has never been defeated.
The disciples of other sects have also made a lot of efforts.
Even a group of disciples who had originally been ordinary, but after the practice of the Sword and Sword, had a "transformation" occurred.
Some of these disciples have even successfully advanced to the "di" bureau.
The ink paintings were all surprised.
The elders and senior executives of the sect were even more surprised.
The sword discussion on the word "Xuan" ended. After a simple rest and adjustment, the sword discussion on the word "di" officially began.
The four geniuses began to take action.
The real strong enemy has finally officially shown its "magnificence"...
(This chapter ends)