Chapter 871 Expectations
In the next few days, Mo Hua was a little absent-minded.
The various experiences of Jianzhong are still vivid in my mind.
The dark night, the desolate tombs, the broken swords everywhere, and the terrifying ancestors, bit by bit, would often appear in his mind.
Of course, the most important thing is that this enigmatic ancestor of the Forbidden Land has promised to teach him the true secret of turning his spiritual thoughts into swords!
But Mo Hua felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He was not sure whether this ancestor would truly fulfill his promise and teach him the swordsmanship of Divine Mind.
"This ancestor, isn't he lying to me?"
"Probably not..."
Mo Hua shook his head, "He is an ancestor and is in the Cave Void Realm. How can he have so much time to lie to a young disciple of the Foundation Establishment Realm..."
"But what if this ancestor wants to break his promise..."
Mo Hua frowned.
The divine thought turned into a sword is right in front of you.
But it seems to be far away in the horizon, erratic.
In the next few days, Mo Hua spent his time worrying about gains and losses.
Until seven days later.
Mo Hua arranged his clothes, looked upright, and sat in the middle of the disciples, waiting for the ancestor to "catch" him.
But he waited and waited, but the expected crack in the void still didn't appear.
Mo Hua felt a little anxious, =.
But it was still early, so he endured his patience and continued to wait.
Finally, as midnight approached, a terrifying wave suddenly came.
The void was torn apart out of thin air.
A crack in space appeared, and a big, skinny hand stretched out.
With experience this time, Mo Hua was no longer nervous. Instead, he was grabbed by the big hand and pulled into the crack in the void.
The surroundings are dark and gorgeous, the void is unstable, and the laws are mottled.
When I opened my eyes, the night was like ink, the bright moon hung high, withered graves and broken swords scattered all around, and the trees were dark and quiet.
It is the forbidden area behind the mountain.
And the Taixu ancestor, who was sealed by numerous formations and chains, was sitting alone in the mountains.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that this powerful ancestor has kept his promise, and he will really teach himself to turn his spiritual thoughts into swords.
The old man with a long beard was silently looking at the ink painting at this time, and it occurred to him that seven days ago, the bamboo sword engraved with the name "Mo Hua" returned to the tomb. In the forbidden area, the sword energy stirred, the remaining sword buzzed, and the ancient sword intention revived. , a strange sight of white smoke rising from the tomb and a cloud of condensed swords.
"The reason why there was smoke in the sword tomb...is because of this little kid?"
The old man with a long beard looked solemnly.
Why?
This means... that the inheritance of the true art of turning spiritual thoughts into swords should really fall on this child.
Is this a sign that my Taixu Sect and Shen Nian Sword Technique are reviving?
When Mo Hua saw the old man, he saluted and said, "Hello, ancestor."
The old man with a long beard slowly said: "My surname is Dugu."
Mo Hua was startled, then he quickly raised his hands and said, "Hello, Patriarch Dugu."
The old man nodded slightly, "From today on, I will teach you this secret technique that has been classified as a 'forbidden technique', the Taixu Sect's secret... the true secret of spiritual thoughts turning into swords!"
Mo Hua's spirit perked up, he bowed his hands and said respectfully:
"Disciple thanks our ancestor for his kindness in preaching."
Ancestor Dugu nodded, with a solemn expression, and went straight to the point:
"Taixu's spiritual thoughts turn into swords, starting from the sword and ending with God."
"Use the sword to refine the qi, use the qi to nourish the heart, use the heart to enter the soul, use the soul to refine the spirit, use the spirit to leave the body, and transform the divine thoughts into sword intent before you can kill."
"When you have reached great perfection, the sword, Qi, and spirit are integrated into one body. Flesh, flesh, spiritual power, and divine thoughts are all invincible. Demons, demons, and sneaky creatures are all invincible..."
…
No one can't be cut, no one can't be killed...
Mo Hua was shocked.
This sword technique seems to be much stronger than I had expected before.
"Do you understand?" Patriarch Dugu said.
Mo Hua nodded.
He kept the words of Patriarch Dugu firmly in mind, and then combined them with his own understanding of how to transform spiritual thoughts into swords. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said:
"Ancestor, in the method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords that you just mentioned, 'refining Qi with swords', does it mean using a sword, learning sword techniques, and condensing sword Qi?"
"'Nourish the heart with Qi' means that after practicing swordsmanship for a long time, the sword Qi becomes proficient. After practicing day and night, the sword will naturally be in your heart. This is the heart of cultivating the sword."
"And 'putting your heart into your soul' means turning your sword skills into your mind and integrating them into your soul..."
Just like the method of cultivating the Seven Soul Blood Prison Pupils of Guishuimen, a "Prison Picture" is used as a mental image and integrated into the soul, so that one can cultivate the pupil technique that shocks other people's minds.
"Integrating the mind into the soul is to 'refining the soul with the soul'."
"And if you want to unleash the power of your spiritual thoughts into swords, you will naturally have to 'leave your soul out of your body' and turn your spiritual thoughts into sword intent..."
Mo Hua spoke eloquently.
Ancestor Dugu was surprised.
This child's understanding of the way of the soul, especially the transformation of sword energy into sword intent, is so clear that he can almost break it...
But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel suspicious, and asked Mo Hua: "Have you... learned it before?"
Mo Hua was slightly shocked, and immediately shook his head and said: "No!"
Mo Hua's mind was slightly moved, and he continued, "This disciple is just... because of the way of spiritual consciousness, he has studied a lot about spiritual consciousness. I have asked around before and thought about it myself. Now I have a rough understanding of the principles of turning spiritual consciousness into swords. …”
Ancestor Dugu was noncommittal, but did not ask further questions.
"Since you can understand it, I don't have to worry anymore. You are taking the path of divine knowledge and enlightenment. It should be easier to learn how to turn sword energy into sword intention, and even finally leave the body."
"It's more difficult to leave the body, but it's not something you can learn now. You have to wait for the golden elixir..."
Mo Hua actually wanted to say that he was already able to leave the body, but after thinking about it, his method of soul leaving the body was still very basic after all, and it might not be noticed by people of the same level as the ancestor, so he didn't say it. So as not to make people laugh.
Of course, the most important thing is that his evil fetus is parasitic in his soul, and he seals it together with his soul.
His soul cannot leave his body now.
Patriarch Dugu didn't know these little thoughts in Mo Hua's heart, but continued:
"... Your foundation in spiritual consciousness is sufficient. If you want to practice spiritual consciousness to transform into a sword, the biggest problem is not that spiritual consciousness, but that the foundation of the sword is too narrow, the sword energy is too weak, and the understanding of the sword is too shallow."
Mo Hua whispered: "Ancestor, if you are not good at cultivating sword energy, can you learn how to transform your sword with spiritual thoughts?"
Patriarch Dugu asked him back: "If a person doesn't learn to walk, how can he learn to run?"
Mo Hua was startled, thought about it, and thought it was right.
But his situation is somewhat special after all.
"Then what if..." Mo Hua said again, "There is someone who really learned how to turn his spiritual thoughts into a sword despite his shallow sword skills and weak sword energy?"
Ancestor Dugu frowned.
He wanted to say "impossible", but with his experience and knowledge, he also knew that strictly speaking, nothing was impossible in this world.
In the middle stage of foundation building, reaching the peak of the nineteen lines of consciousness was something he thought was impossible before.
But now he saw it with his own eyes.
Thinking about it this way, if someone really learns to turn his spiritual thoughts into a sword despite being shallow in swordsmanship...
It's not impossible.
Although he has never seen it so far.
But in the final analysis, if you don't learn the sword well, just trying to learn how to turn it into a sword with spiritual thoughts is the same as wanting to fly into the sky without growing wings.
"Even if there is someone who does not practice swordsmanship, but learns how to transform swords with his spiritual thoughts..." Ancestor Dugu said with stern eyes, "Then the sword intention transformed by his spiritual thoughts must be crude, and the method of swordsmanship with spiritual thoughts will also be crude. It must be shallow, unable to truly enter the palace, and unable to fully exert the power of the sword transformed from divine thoughts..."
Mo Hua felt a little guilty for no reason.
Ancestor is worthy of being an ancestor, he got everything right.
I learned the sword-forming style.
But the sword transformed by spiritual thoughts is indeed very crude, as the ancestor said.
He also learned the Jingshen Sword.
However, this sword technique is based on and mixed with Guishuimen's eye skills. The two elements are put together, and there is indeed some "blindness" in it, which may not be truly brilliant.
Mo Hua sighed.
The art of formation is broad and profound, and it seems that the art of swordsmanship is no less impressive.
It is not that easy for any monk to master the path of mastering it, or even to enter the palace. It requires a lot of effort and painstaking study.
You can't achieve something just by messing around.
Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a lot more humble.
But then I thought about it, I didn't learn how to transform my spiritual thoughts into swords. I only had some superficial understanding of how to turn my spiritual thoughts into swords. It could be so powerful and kill everyone in the divine way.
Then if one day, I learn the true secret of turning spiritual thoughts into swords, how powerful will it be?
With Taoist spiritual thoughts comparable to those of gods, Yuan Taixu Sect’s most orthodox sword-transforming art, I’m afraid it’s not...
Can even the real evil god be killed?
Mo Hua's heart pounded.
He inexplicably thought of the evil fetus residing in his soul...
Ancestor Dugu looked at the ink painting and frowned slightly.
This child sometimes sighed, sometimes felt lost, and sometimes remembered something. He was full of energy and full of expectation.
Are all children who have divine knowledge and enlightenment so lively in mind...
Is it because I have cultivated spiritual consciousness and have abundant spiritual thoughts, so I have many thoughts?
Ancestor Dugu was a little silent. On the other side, Mo Hua didn't know what he had figured out. He nodded and said with shining eyes:
"Ancestor, I have figured it out. Please tell me, what exactly should I learn now?"
Patriarch Dugu was silent for a moment and said:
"You should already know that the true spiritual thought that turns into a sword is not a single divine thought, but a combination of sword, energy, and spirit. Only in this way can the greatest power be exerted."
"There are currently four moves that can transform the divine mind into a sword: the sword-turning move, the shocking-god move, the god-breaking move, and the god-killing move."
"But these Divine Mind Sword Styles are still too early for you now."
"Your biggest problem is that the sword is too weak, so what you need to do now is to make up for your shortcomings, deepen your understanding of the sword, and lay a solid foundation for the sword to be transformed into a spiritual mind."
"I have a book called "Preliminary Interpretation of the Way of Sword". It contains some of my insights into the way of the sword over the years, as well as some methods of condensing sword energy. It is suitable for beginners to get started."
"Take it back, take a good look at it, and try to practice your sword energy. After seven days, come back and let me see how you are doing..."
Mo Hua took this "Primary Explanation of the Way of the Sword" with great care and said respectfully:
"Thank you, ancestor!"
Ancestor Dugu nodded, then tore open the crack in the void and sent the ink painting back to his disciple's residence.
The Dugu Patriarch was the only one left in the forbidden area.
He thought deeply:
"This child... his foundation in swordsmanship is a bit weak, but his understanding is very high, his understanding of the soul is very profound, and his Taoist heart is outstanding."
"Is it true that the hope of our Taixu Sect and the inheritance of Shen Nian Swordsmanship... lies with this child?"
Ancestor Dugu, whose heart was filled with despair, could not help but feel a glimmer of hope at this time.
But his hope soon became disillusioned.
Seven days later.
When he took Mo Hua to the forbidden area again to test the results of his sword training, Patriarch Dugu's face was ashen.
The knowledge and understanding of kendo, and the ink-drawing answers are fluent.
Apparently, he had read the book "First Interpretation of the Way of the Sword" carefully and was very familiar with it.
But on the contrary, the sword energy he cultivated was horribly weak.
"Have you really practiced?" Ancestor Dugu frowned.
"Practice." Mo Hua confirmed.
"How do you practice?"
"Just follow what is said in "The Basics of the Way of the Sword", be meticulous and practice accordingly. Practice every day, from morning to night, whenever you have time."
"Is this how you practice?"
Mo Hua had a solemn look on his face: "I am only responsible for working hard and leaving the rest to God's will. But obviously, God's will has failed me..."
His practice for the past seven days was like practicing in vain.
No matter how much you practice, your sword energy will not become much stronger.
However, this seems normal.
He has a weak foundation and poor kendo qualifications. He became a monk halfway and only practiced for seven days. It’s strange that he can achieve any results...
Ancestor Dugu was silent for a moment and sighed, "That's all, take your time."
He also knew that learning swordsmanship well and building the foundation of swordsmanship did not happen overnight, so he was a little too hasty.
Before the Taixu Sect, all the monks who were qualified to be taught how to transform their spiritual thoughts into swords were truly one-in-a-thousand, or even one-in-a-thousand, swordsman geniuses.
These geniuses learn swordsmanship extremely quickly.
Patriarch Dugu has been teaching swordsmanship geniuses like this, so it is inevitable that he will misjudge the progress of ordinary swordsmen.
Not to mention, Mo Hua is not even as good as an ordinary sword cultivator.
In terms of spiritual qualifications, he can even be regarded as a "bastard" in swordsmanship.
If the Taixu Sect accepts disciples based on their swordsmanship qualifications, and uses ink painting as a talent for swordsmanship, let alone the forbidden area of the back mountain, the ancestor personally teaches this kind of treatment. It is just sweeping the streets in front of the mountain gate and learning one and a half moves. Taixumen will not accept him either.
Ink painting is also a bit difficult.
He learned it and practiced it, but he just couldn't do things like swordsmanship, especially how to cultivate sword energy.
There was nothing he could do.
Patriarch Dugu glanced at Mo Hua silently, and did not embarrass him. Instead, he patiently mentioned a few more words, and then said:
"Go back and continue practicing. I will bring you here again in seven days."
"Okay, ancestor."
Mo Hua said respectfully, but after listening to Ancestor Dugu's explanation, he looked more or less confused.
Ancestor Dugu was a master of the sword, and he was extremely skilled in the art of swordsmanship, reaching the pinnacle of his attainments.
In comparison, Mo Hua's knowledge of swordsmanship is too "novice".
Even though Patriarch Dugu thought that his explanation was "basic" enough, this was the foundation of Dongxu Realm. In Mo Hua's eyes, it was still very profound and difficult to understand.
But Mo Hua is not discouraged.
No one is born with it.
Anything difficult must always be learned.
You may not be able to do it if you learn it, but you definitely won’t be able to do it if you don’t learn it.
Mo Hua held the book "Preliminary Explanation of the Way of the Sword" and studied it by himself.
In the forbidden area of the back mountain, only Patriarch Dugu is left.
He couldn't help but sigh again.
"Can this child really inherit spiritual thoughts and transform into swords..."
…
After that, in his spare time, in addition to learning formations, Mo Hua spent time reading kendo tips and practicing sword energy.
His understanding of the sword was deepening little by little, but his control of the sword energy was still improving slowly.
On this day, after the formation class, Mo Hua was thinking about swordsmanship, but he didn't notice that Mr. Xun was standing behind him at some point.
Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting silently and suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Mo Hua was startled. He looked up and saw Mr. Xun. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head: "It's nothing. I was thinking about the formation..."
Mr. Xun's eyes narrowed slightly.
He always felt that the current ink paintings seemed a little different.
Something about him, whether it was "qi" or "karma", seemed to have quietly changed in the dark.
Of course, Mr. Xun didn't think too much about it.
Especially when I saw the ink paintings, I looked a little haggard, as if I was studying something too hard and never had a good rest, and I felt a little distressed.
Mr. Xun then warned in a gentle voice:
"Studying formations and working hard is a good thing, but you must also pay attention to the balance between work and rest. Don't work too hard, so as not to exhaust your spiritual consciousness and damage the sea of consciousness."
Mo Hua was moved in his heart and said, "Thank you, old gentleman."
Old Mr.
After just a few steps, Mr. Xun suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked Mo Hua:
"By the way, your consciousness..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Xun's face changed as he seemed to sense the deep spiritual aura on Mo Hua.
Before Mo Hua could say anything, he said in a deep voice: "Come with me."
Mo Hua followed Elder Xun and left the preaching room, followed the mountain road and entered the elder's residence.
After entering the elder's residence, Mr. Xun closed the door, sealed the formation, and activated the compass to isolate part of the cause and effect. Finally, he asked carefully:
"Your consciousness..."
His voice, even unconsciously, contained a hint of hope.
Mo Hua didn't hide anything, nodded and said: "I have become a little stronger again, and I have reached the peak of the nineteen lines..."
Although his tone was very humble, his eyebrows were still a little proud.
Mr. Xun's breath suffocated when he heard this, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.
Nineteen lines...peak!
"You..." Mr. Xun paused and tried his best to calm down, "Release your spiritual consciousness with all your strength, let me see."
Ink paintings release spiritual consciousness.
Old Mr.
"Okay, okay, okay..."
He looked at the ink painting with burning eyes, a glimmer of light appeared in his cloudy eyes, and the long-term fatigue was swept away.
God has really given Taixu Sect a treasure!
My ancestors bless you...
A turning point finally came.
In this chaotic chess game of cause and effect, Taixu Sect finally has a chess piece that can reverse the situation!
Mr. Xun said: "From now on, you will stay in the sect and don't go anywhere. Don't offer rewards. You can take the courses arranged by the sect if you want to. If you don't want to, forget it."
"You only have to do one thing: learn the formation."
"I will teach you personally. I must pass on to you all the formations that can be given to you in the second-grade, junior high, high and third-level, and all Five Elements and Bagua categories within one year."
"This matter is more important than anything else."
"Within one year, you must integrate all these formations and master the second-grade formations to the extreme! Become the top second-grade formation master who combines the strengths of all the masters and has profound attainments!"
Mr. Xun's tone was extremely solemn.
Second-grade formation master...
Mo Hua was a little distracted and a little shocked.
This was the first time he heard Mr. Xun express such an expectation, and he had never seen such a solemn look on Mr. Xun's face.
As if this matter is really related to the safety of the inheritance and the survival of the sect...
Mo Hua thought for a moment, looked solemnly, and nodded solemnly.
"Yes, old gentleman!"
(End of chapter)