Chapter 891 Demon Sect
Taixu Gate, back mountain.
Mr. Xun, carrying a pot of wine, slowly walked into the forbidden area of the back mountain, and walked into the sword tomb where the murderous intention was scattered and the sword energy was withered.
In the Sword Tomb, Ancestor Dugu is still like a solitary stone on the top of the cliff, sitting and guarding unmoving despite the rain.
Mr. Xun placed the wine bottle in front of Ancestor Dugu and said:
"Senior Brother, I am very happy today, let's have a drink."
Dugu Patriarch slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly focused, and he said incredulously:
"The three sects...are really united again. "
"Yes..." Mr. Xun was pleased, "We have merged again, and now we are one family...It's a pity that that name is so lucky that we can no longer use it."
Then he looked a little disappointed.
They are old antiques who still have a lot of affection for the names of their ancestors.
Dugu Patriarch had a complicated look on his face, and then silently glanced at Mr. The matter is huge and difficult.
It is really possible to conceal the secrets of heaven, seek opportunities, overcome many difficulties, and promote the three sects to merge into one lineage. Overtly and covertly, I don’t know how much effort and effort it takes.
However, he was invaded by the demon and could only stay in the forbidden area of the Sword Tomb.
On weekdays, if there is no chaos in the heavenly secrets or abnormal cause and effect, in order to stick to his original intention, he will not even release his spiritual consciousness.
Completely, he is a "blind" and "deaf" person. He knows nothing about things other than the Sword Tomb and can't help him much.
All these burdens naturally fell on the shoulders of his junior brother.
When he was young, Junior Brother Xun was taciturn and had mediocre swordsmanship. Now, times have changed and he has become the real support of the Taixu Sect.
On the contrary, he, the swordsman with extraordinary aptitude and high hopes, was now buried alive in the sword tomb like a useless person.
Having failed in the cultivation of Taixu Sect, he has also brought his junior brother down.
Dugu Patriarch had many emotions, but he kept them deep in his heart and never spoke them out.
He looked at the jug in front of him again and shook his head:
"The devil and the gods, I can't drink..."
"Don't worry, I've mixed some water for you, it doesn't hurt to take a sip," Mr. Xun said, "Just think of it as celebrating the reunion of the three sects."
Dugu Patriarch was silent.
Mr. Then he tremblingly picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.
After finishing the drink, he frowned, "Are you lying to me? This is not brewed by Master."
Old Mr. I’m not really asking you to drink. The three sects merged today to let you celebrate and have a taste..."
Dugu Patriarch put down the wine pot, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said:
"This How could Ouyang and Linghu agree to this matter?”
The "boy" mentioned by Patriarch Dugu refers to Patriarch Ouyang of Tai'amen and Patriarch Linghu of Chongxu Clan.
These two people are younger than him, and they were promoted to Dongxu later than him.
Mr. With..."
"Of course, there is another important reason why Tai'a and Chongxu are willing to rebuild the mountain gate with me, Taixu, as the leader."
Mr. Xun said solemnly. Said, "In this Tao discussion conference, my Taixu Sect won the first place in the discussion array!"
"First place in formation discussion?"
Dugu Patriarch was startled and said in surprise: "I, the Taixu Sect, can still get first place in formation technique?"
First place in sword discussion, he I can still believe it for now.
But the formation is number one?
Why Taixu Sect?
The ancestors didn't have this background at all...
"Who got it?" Ancestor Dugu asked.
Mr. The guy from Xushan Gate, his name is Mo Hua..."
Dugu Ancestor was stunned. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
“Who?”
"Ink painting."
Mr. Even the hurdle of the Dao Discussion Conference is not easy to pass..."
As he was talking, he suddenly saw Patriarch Dugu's expression was different, his heart moved, and his eyes narrowed slightly:
" Senior brother, do you know this kid?”
Dugu Patriarch’s heart skipped a beat.
Not only did we know each other, I also taught him swordsmanship...
It was difficult for him to say such things, but he didn't bother to lie. He just looked indifferent and said nothing.
Mr. Xun was slightly startled. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.
"How could senior brother know Mo Hua?"
"Senior brother, he was injured by the demon, and was trapped in the Taixu Divine Chain, which sealed his body and spiritual thoughts, and was trapped in the forbidden area of the Sword Tomb. , I haven’t gone out for so many years.”
"It's impossible for the kid Mo Hua to come to the back mountain. This is a forbidden area. He can't come even if he wants to."
"What's more, Mo Hua draws formations under his nose every day. Plus practicing and taking classes, where can I find time to go to the back mountain? "
An ancestor and a young disciple.
The two are not related by blood, nor are they involved in aristocratic families.
How can we know if there is no cause and effect?
Mr. Xun said in his heart.
Ancestor Dugu was also a little confused.
Ink painting... has the same name?
Could this "ink painting" be the same ink painting he knew?
How could it be such a coincidence...
Moreover, the "Mo Hua" he knew had strong spiritual consciousness, but after all, he was only at the middle stage of foundation building. His face was innocent and cheerful, and he didn't look like a "formation master".
Dugu Patriarch’s eyes flashed slightly and he asked: "What does this ink painting look like and where does it come from..."
Mr. The image of the ink painting in my heart:
“Not very old, in the middle stage of foundation building, handsome in appearance, more and more attractive as I look at him, my spiritual roots are a bit poor, but my understanding is very high, diligent, hard-working, hard-working, progressive, and Taoist. He has an extraordinary heart, neither arrogant nor discouraged, polite and sensible..."
Mr. Xun praised the ink painting as if it were a flower.
Ancestor Dugu fell silent.
He was sure that this ink painting was the one he brought to the Sword Tomb.
But this ink painting is a little different.
At least in the eyes of my junior brother, the ink painting is a little different from what I see...
“You mean that he can win the title of Dao Discussion Leader in the middle stage of foundation building? ”
"Yes."
Dugu Ancestor frowned, "Doesn't this mean that he can draw the nineteen pattern formation in the middle stage of foundation construction?"
Mr. Xun nodded with a pleased expression. .
This time he asked Qian to learn about the state boundaries, which opened his eyes. Now, it can be considered that his senior brother has opened his eyes for the first time.
"Yes," Mr. Xun nodded and said: "In the middle stage of foundation building, the peak of the nineteen lines of spiritual consciousness, and this spiritual consciousness, after being tempered by countless drawing formations, is extremely deep and extremely solid..."
Ancestor Dugu’s pupils shrank slightly.
He knows that Mo Hua has profound spiritual consciousness, and he also knows that his spiritual consciousness is beyond the level.
But the fact that his spiritual consciousness is at an advanced level and he can still learn difficult formations shows that he is not only talented and willing to work hard, but also that he is very proficient in the use of his spiritual consciousness.
And the foundation of spiritual consciousness is much deeper than I imagined.
"So, could it be that he can really find a new way and learn the true secret of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords?"
Ancestor Dugu's heart trembled, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
What else did Mr. Xun want to say? You can see the look on Dugu Ancestor’s face, especially the glint in his eyes.
Mr. Xun fell silent and his eyes calmed down.
He looked at Patriarch Dugu silently and said solemnly:
"Senior brother, you are not thinking...to teach this child to turn his spiritual thoughts into swords, are you?"
Senior brothers came from the same school. After so many years of friendship, how could Mr. Xun not know his senior brother's obsession and how could he not understand his thoughts.
Dugu Patriarch was silent.
What can he say?
He can't say that, in fact, I have already taught him...
Mr. The true technique has been classified as a forbidden technique by the sect. No one can teach it, and no disciple can learn it."
"Over the years, how many disciples have died, been injured, or been disabled due to the inheritance of this spiritual sword art?"
"Senior brother, I know your obsession. This supreme sword art has been covered in dust. You I feel unwilling to do so, but this swordsmanship really can no longer be taught.”
“Especially ink painting...”
Mr. No matter how strong he is, no matter how talented his spiritual mind is, he can't teach him the true secret of transforming his spiritual mind into a sword!"
"His path is the path of an array master! This child is destined to become the most powerful person in Jiuzhou in the future! A master of formations with great attainments!”
"This is related to the future of our Taixu Sect."
"If he is curious for a moment and learns to turn his spiritual thoughts into swords, destroying his sea of consciousness and hurting his soul, it will be a huge loss!"
"This seedling must not make any mistakes!" Mr. Xun said firmly.
Dugu Patriarch said lightly: "I know."
Mr. Xun frowned, "Senior brother, do you really know?"
Ancestor Dugu raised his eyebrows, "Do you have to ask me to say it a second time?"
Mr. Xun didn't mention it again, but thought about it for a while, and felt a little relieved.
Senior brother is not a person who ignores the important and the important.
What's more, with the arrogance of the senior brother and the critical eye, for no reason, and he has never even seen Mo Hua, how could he really think about teaching the Divine Mind Sword to a young Foundation Establishment disciple? Secret?
I should be worrying too much...
Of course, it's also possible that it was about ink painting and I was a little too nervous.
Mr. ." Ancestor Dugu waved his hand.
Mr. Xun stood up and left, but after walking a few steps, he frowned again and turned his head to stare at Ancestor Dugu.
Dugu Patriarch asked: "Is there anything else?"
Old Mr. Ancestor stagnated.
"Yes." Mr. Xun thought for a moment and said, "I have become cheerful..."
And...a little more "lively"?
I talk more than before and have more emotions.
It was like being "infected" by something, vaguely, and with a sense of familiarity...
Dugu Ancestor's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Is there anything else? If nothing is wrong, leave quickly. , I have to rest my mind.”
Mr.
Mr. Xun left.
In the silent and solemn Sword Tomb, Patriarch Dugu sat alone.
After a while, he frowned and muttered a name silently:
"Mo Hua..."
...
Stay until the next seven The date of the date. When Patriarch Dugu broke through the void, grabbed Mo Hua in front of him, taught him swordsmanship, and tested his sword skills, he couldn't help but stare at Mo Hua with his eyes that were like a sword hidden in a dry mountain.
Mo Hua felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he asked in a low voice:
"Ancestor, why are you always staring at me?"
Dugu Ancestor looked indifferent. , hesitated to speak, thought for a while, but finally did not say anything, just said: "You can learn the sword with peace of mind."
"Oh."
Mo Hua silently waved the bamboo sword in his hand again and went to chop the wood on the back mountain.
The wood in the back mountain, I don’t know what grade it is, is harder than stone. Every time I cut with the sword, the tiger’s mouth is numb with shock.
However, Patriarch Dugu said that this is a necessary course for sword cultivation.
The important thing is not to chop wood, but to cultivate the tacit understanding between man and sword in the process of chopping wood, so that the swordsman and the sword can become one, and the man and the sword are one mind, so that when the mind of God turns into a sword, the sword can be moved with one thought. The mind is born, the sword is integrated into the soul, and the sword travels in the ether, driving it like a divine messenger, invincible.
Mo Hua thinks it makes sense.
He thought about it, although the sword moves he practiced were not very powerful in reality and were basically useless.
But in the world of spiritual thoughts such as the Sea of Consciousness, Nightmares, and Illusions, when combined with your own sword-forming style, you can show off your skills.
Mo Hua knows his situation.
His swordsmanship is not good. In the past, when he used the Sword Transformation Style in the Sea of Consciousness, he just relied on the sharpness of his spiritual thoughts to chop randomly.
Because his spiritual consciousness is so strong, even if it is just a simple sword transformation, he can face most monsters with one sword.
But this kind of sword move is too crude after all.
If you have the opportunity, you still have to study, hone, and strive to improve your skills to a higher level.
In reality, that's all. He is physically weak and cannot become a master of swordsmanship.
But it is different in the sea of consciousness. He is transformed into the spirit and holds the sword of spirit. The sword moves he has learned can definitely be put to great use.
Therefore, even though Mo Hua couldn't damage the wood in the mountains at all no matter how hard he chopped it, he still chopped it very seriously.
If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach a thousand miles.
The seemingly magnificent swordsmanship is hidden in this simple move and sword.
The ink painting looks focused and concentrated.
The sword moves he made were really inferior and could not hurt anyone at all.
But every move still filled him with all his heart.
Ancestor Dugu silently looked at the ink painting, sighing slightly in his heart:
"The sword moves are like rotten wood, but the sword heart is like uncut jade..."
"In addition, he is proficient in formations and has super spiritual thoughts. Order..."
Dugu Ancestor looked at the ink painting, his eyes slightly condensed, and he didn't know what he was thinking...
...
The days passed.
After the three sects merged, Taixu Sect changed a lot.
But for ink painting, nothing seems to have changed.
He still practiced as usual, took classes, learned formations, and swordsmanship. He still went to teach formations as a substitute as usual. It was still the same. A bunch of people called him little senior brother.
It’s just that he taught more disciples.
There are more disciples calling him "little senior brother".
Time passed, and more than a month passed. After this month of practice, Mo Hua basically determined one thing:
He will definitely not be able to break through the late stage of foundation building within this year.
Up to now, he has not even touched the bottleneck.
The hanging heart of Mo Hua finally died peacefully.
He could only go through the back door.
Mr. Xun also fulfilled his promise and did not let him repeat the grade.
Although this decision breaks the sect's rules, rules are meant to be broken, not to mention, this is an ink painting.
He is the only formation leader of Taixu Sect so far.
Even if Mo Hua was not mentioned, it was impossible for Mr. Xun to really let him repeat the grade.
After more than a month, it was time for the year-end assessment.
Mo Hua closed his eyes, kept calm, and passed the A-6-C exam, and then the year passed again.
Then it’s Chinese New Year.
This year, Mo Hua’s treatment is very grand.
The head of the Shangguan family, Wen Renjia, and the Gu family personally sent an invitation to Mo Hua to attend the annual banquet.
The invitations were handwritten by the heads of the three families and delivered to Taixu Gate by Wen Renwan.
Due to the ink painting, Wen Renwan’s status in the Taixu Sect has also risen sharply. When all the elders saw Wen Renwan, they were as friendly and enthusiastic as if they had met the "Guanyin with Treasures".
The Taixu Sect even made an exception and gave her the status of "elder guest".
Of course, it’s just status, no real power, and no need to work hard.
But this is the "Taixu Sect" after the merger of the three sects. Although its ranking is not too high, its power has more than doubled.
This noble "identity" is extremely precious.
Therefore, it is much more convenient for Wenren Wan to enter Taixu Gate.
She handed the gold-plated and jade-inlaid, exquisite and expensive invitation to Mo Hua, but said:
“Don’t take it to heart, just go when you have time. If you really don’t have time, don’t force it. Socializing. This kind of annual banquet is quite boring.”
Although he was born into a famous family and married into the Shangguan family, he still has a deep friendship with the Gu family.
But Wen Renwan also knew very well that the aristocratic family had weak relationships and was a vanity fair filled with materialistic desires and intrigues.
She didn’t want the ink painting to be contaminated by these things prematurely.
I don’t want these things to affect the practice of ink painting and learning formations.
Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and asked: "How many delicious things are there?"
Wen Renwan was startled, then pursed his lips and smiled:
"This is the annual banquet of three families. The lavishness is bigger than before, the guests are more distinguished, and there is endless delicious food..."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Then I'll go."
Wen Renwan smiled and said, "Okay."
......
During the New Year's Eve, Mo Hua went to the Gu family to attend the New Year's Banquet.
Mr. Xun also agreed to this matter.
He didn't let Mo Hua be exposed too much to avoid being plotted against.
But the Gu family is different. The Gu family is Qingliu, and their relationship with Mo Hua is relatively deep.
The Shangguan family and the Wen family are also somewhat related to ink painting.
You can attend this annual banquet.
Let Mo Hua properly experience the treatment that a leader of the Formation Dao who has come to Qian Xuezhou and suppressed countless talented disciples should receive.
And the Gu family is indeed very enthusiastic about ink painting.
In the past, when Mo Hua went to have dinner, he always sat at the same table as Aunt Wan, sitting slightly on the edge of the banquet.
Now, he is still sitting at the same table as Aunt Wan and Yu'er.
But this time, he is already close to the head of the Gu family.
Even during the dinner, Gu Shouyan, the usually serious and rigid head of the Gu family, would smile at Mo Hua and ask him pleasantly what he wanted to eat.
Shangguan Ce, the head of the Shangguan family, and Wenren Jingxuan, the head of the Wenren family, were also sitting not far away, slightly higher than Mo Hua.
Whenever he has free time during the dinner, he will chat with Mo Hua.
The topics discussed are obviously carefully considered.
We often chat for a few words, and then we talk about the formation, and then we praise the ink painting. He has extraordinary qualifications and profound knowledge in the formation, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future.
They are both family heads, and they are all human beings. They want to deliberately "please" a young disciple with their words. Their speaking skills are really superb.
The breeze is gentle and the rain is gentle, and there is no leakage.
It does not lose its identity and is not obtrusive, but also reveals the meticulous and silent care of moisturizing things.
Even the ink painting was in a good mood and he ate several more chicken drumsticks.
Wen Renwan had a smile on his face.
Yu'er was also very happy. She followed Mo Hua's side and followed suit, holding the chicken drumsticks in her hands and chewing them.
Now no one dares to pick on him anymore.
No one dares to say that Yu'er's studies are "bad" anymore - because the person he studies from is the leader of the Qianxue State Boundary Discussion Conference and the Formation Competition.
As long as you are an absolute genius, everything you do is right.
In this way, the guests and hosts enjoyed this dinner.
On the other hand, in Mo Hua's hand, there was an elder Shangguan who was obviously of high status. His face looked ugly from beginning to end, almost the same color as the pig knuckles on the table.
Mo Hua quietly asked the elder's name from Wen Renwan's mouth:
Shangguan Wang.
"Shangguan Wang..."
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and silently wrote down the name.
...
After the New Year's banquet, Mo Hua was full again, and then walked around in the Gu family's backyard to eat as usual.
As expected, there were many elders rushing to give gifts to Mo Hua.
These are gifts that are not too expensive but full of heartfelt feelings.
Mo Hua said, "How can I be so embarrassed?" But in the end, "it's hard to refuse such kindness" and accepted them all one by one.
As he walked, Mo Hua thought of Gu Changhuai.
During the New Year’s banquet, it seemed that Uncle Gu’s people were not seen much.
Mo Hua thought for a while and then found the study room. As expected, he saw Gu Changhuai alone, sitting at the desk, still reading the jade slips.
Gu Changhuai was a little surprised when he saw Mo Hua, "You are actually free and running around?"
The Gu family's annual banquet was basically held for Mo Hua.
The heads of the Shangguan and Wenren families are also drunkards who don't care about drinking. They want to establish some friendship with Mo Hua in advance and form a good relationship.
But Mo Hua said casually: "I just want to make a living."
His eyes glanced at the jade slips in front of Gu Changhuai's table and asked curiously: "Dao Tingsi Are you busy recently?"
"Not bad..." Gu Changhuai said perfunctorily.
Mo Hua didn’t believe it.
From Uncle Gu's expression, one could tell at a glance that he must be hiding something.
Besides, they are still busy at the New Year's Eve banquet, so there must be something important.
Mo Hua asked: "Have there been any other cases recently?"
Gu Changhuai didn't want to say anything and wanted to prevaricate a few words, but he suddenly thought that Mo Hua was no longer what he used to be.
Mo Hua already knows a lot about many things, maybe even more than he does.
And with his curious temperament and habit of inquiring...
Gu Changhuai had a headache.
After a while, he sighed, looked around, closed the doors and windows, and sealed the formation to make sure the secret would not be leaked, and then he said solemnly:
" There is another murder case, and this time, the action is faster and the killing is more decisive. Daotingsi investigates... It is the organized work of the Demon Sect. "
"The Demon Sect? "
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed.
(End of this chapter)