Asking about longevity

The next day, after finishing his class in the preaching room, Mo Hua was packing up his jade slips and books to go back to the disciples' residence. He looked up and saw a Taoist boy waving at him at the door.

"Mo Hua, Mr. Xun wants you to go."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then nodded, "Okay."

Walking on the long steps of Taixu Mountain, Mo Hua always had a bad premonition, so he whispered to the Taoist boy:

"What happened this time?"

The Taoist boy shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."

"Is Mr. Xun angry this time?"

"Angry..." The Taoist boy frowned and shook his head again, "But not like that, his expression is very serious, it seems that something big has happened, and Elder Xun is trembling."

"Elder Xun?"

"Elder Xun Ziyou is the great-great-grandson of the ancestor and serves as an elder in the inner sect."

Mo Hua nodded slightly and remembered the name.

The Taoist boy looked at Mo Hua worriedly, "Anyway, you should be careful and don't make the old ancestor angry."

Mo Hua was a little puzzled, "I didn't do anything. If the old man is angry, will it have anything to do with me?"

"Who knows..." The Taoist boy was walking in front, and suddenly turned his head and whispered: "Mo Hua, the little tiger you gave me, I broke it again..."

"What did you do?" Mo Hua looked at him silently.

The Taoist boy was a little embarrassed, and stammered: "I played puppet fighting with Qingfeng Mingyue and others. The tiger won, but it was broken..."

Mo Hua sighed.

The Taoist boy felt a little guilty.

Mo Hua said, "I'll make another one for you when I have time. If you want to fight beasts, I'll make you a fiercer one. But you have to provide the puppet materials yourself, and I'll draw the formation..."

The Taoist boy's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "I got some fine gold and jade. When I have time to refine puppets, I'll use them to draw the formation for you."

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay."

The Taoist boy looked happy, "Mo Hua, you're so nice. I'll let you know if there's anything next time."

As they talked, they arrived at the elders' residence.

The Taoist boy immediately put away the smile on his face, respectfully led Mo Hua to Mr. Xun, bowed, and then retreated.

Mo Hua secretly looked at Mr. Xun and found that although Mr. Xun's expression was a little complicated, he was not too angry, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, old man." Mo Hua bowed.

Mr. Xun nodded slightly and said:

"I called you here for no other reason, but I suddenly remembered that I have some experience in formations that I have collected. It may be helpful for you to learn formations. You can take a look..."

Mo Hua was very surprised. He thought that Mr. Xun had found out that he had done "bad things" again and wanted to criticize him.

Unexpectedly, it was a good thing.

Mo Hua said with joy: "Thank you, old man!"

Mr. Xun took out some dark jade slips and old manuscripts and handed them to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took them respectfully and flipped through them.

On the jade slips and manuscripts, there were indeed some insights into formations, some involving the eye of the formation, some involving the core of the formation, and some demonstrating the variation of the formation pattern.

Mo Hua glanced at it and was suddenly stunned.

He saw two unexpected words:

Formation flow!

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and he quickly picked up the manuscript. He quickly scanned it and saw that the manuscript indeed recorded some insights and understandings of the "formation flow":

"The formation flow is the source of all the formations in the heavens. All the formations return to one, and one understanding leads to a hundred understandings."

"Those who have mastered the formations can understand the formations of all the heavens and return to their source by themselves, summarizing the source of the formations."

"And those who have comprehended the formation flow can also transform one into ten thousand, summarize the outline, and govern all the formations..."

...

Mo Hua was shocked.

These words... sounded very familiar, and it was not the first time he had heard them...

Mo Hua looked at Mr. Xun with some hesitation, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Xun, this manuscript is..."

Mr. Xun said: "This is an old friend."

"Old friend?"

"Yes." Mr. Xun nodded slightly, his eyes melancholy, "This old friend once visited my Taixu Sect as a guest, sat with me to discuss the Dao, and exchanged formations. This manuscript is some of the experiences and insights I recorded when I exchanged formations with him that year..."

"This old friend..." Mr. Xun looked calm, his eyes slightly solemn, and slowly said: "The surname is Zhuang."

Zhuang...

Mo Hua suddenly lost consciousness and stood there in a daze, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Master..."

Mr. Xun saw Mo Hua's expression, and saw that he was stunned at first, then heartbroken, and a kind of affectionate admiration surged in his eyes, which finally turned into deep loss.

Mr. Xun also sighed slightly.

It must be that person's disciple...

The sadness and loss in Mo Hua's eyes only lasted for a moment, and then they all sank into his eyes, turning into a deep pool of water that was difficult to detect.

Mo Hua looked normal, and said with admiration:

"Old sir, your old friend must be a senior who is extremely good at formations."

Mr. Xun nodded and sighed: "Yes."

"This senior..." Mo Hua paused, and then asked, "Where is he now?"

Mr. Xun was a little surprised, looked at Mo Hua silently, shook his head and said:

"I'm afraid we will never meet again in this life."

Mo Hua lowered his head and remained silent.

Mr. Xun looked at him and felt a little distressed.

He silently looked at Mo Hua in front of him.

Three years after entering the sect, Mo Hua has grown a little taller, but his temperament has not changed much.

At first, he just thought that this child was innocent and cute, studied formations seriously and hard, and had a high level of comprehension, so he liked him.

Later, I learned that his spiritual consciousness was incredible, and I treated him like a treasure.

But now, knowing that Mo Hua was that person's disciple, Mr. Xun was shocked and his mood became much more complicated.

That person was equipped with the unique knowledge of Tianji Yansuan, and every move he made had far-reaching plans and contained unpredictable secrets.

Now that the person's secrets were cut off, Guixu Tianzang appeared in the world, but he secretly left an unknown little disciple, who, by chance, became a disciple of Taixu Sect...

Is there some kind of deep meaning in this?

Mr. Xun was full of thoughts.

After a while, Mo Hua raised his head, his eyes full of expectation, and whispered: "Old sir, this manuscript..."

"You keep it." Mr. Xun said gently, "It was originally given to you, you should take good care of it and read it more when you have nothing to do."

Mo Hua held the manuscript tightly and said gratefully: "Thank you, old sir!"

Mr. Xun smiled slightly, patted Mo Hua on the shoulder, and said: "Okay, go back, you still have classes in the afternoon."

"Okay."

Mo Hua nodded, bowed respectfully to Mr. Xun, and then said goodbye and left, but his back looked a little lonely.

Mr. Xun sighed.

This thin and skinny body may carry a terrifying cause and effect...

There are some things that he didn't point out, but he knew it in his heart and just let it go.

There is only one important thing.

That is Mo Hua.

No matter what cause and effect he has, he is now wearing the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, which means he is a disciple of Taixu Sect.

And from now on, he must be a disciple of Taixu Sect!

Mr. Xun's eyes condensed, flashing a sharp light, and called out: "Call Ziyou over." After a while, Xun Ziyou came to see Mr. Xun. Mr. Xun ordered: "Take good care of Mo Hua." Xun Ziyou was startled, "This, didn't you order it before..." "It's different this time," Mr. Xun said lightly, "I told you before that you can break an arm, but he can't lose a hair. I was urging you to do a good job." "It's different now. Now this sentence is the truth." Xun Ziyou: "..." He was stunned for a long time, then frowned and said weakly: "Ancestor, what is the identity of this child, worthy of your attention..." "Don't worry about it," Mr. Xun looked at Xun Ziyou, his eyes were solemn, and his voice was low, "You only know that he is important to my Taixu Sect, and may even be related to..." Mr. Xun paused, and then slowly said: "... my Taixu Sect's Taoism!" Xun Ziyou was suddenly startled, and his heart trembled. Taoism? ! Xun Ziyou's eyelids twitched, and he was about to say "Are you exaggerating?" He was just a small cultivator who had just established his foundation. No matter how talented he was or how special his status was, it was impossible for him to be related to the Taoist tradition of Taixu Sect.

Taixu Sect was one of the eight major sects in Qianzhou, with a profound foundation and a long history.

If we trace back to the time when the three sects were not divided, it was one of the few giants in Qianzhou.

What did such a Taoist tradition have to do with a small cultivator?

Xun Ziyou was puzzled.

But he knew that the ancestor was a serious person and never lied.

If he said it was related to the Taoist tradition, then there must be a deep cause and effect.

Xun Ziyou said seriously, saluted and said, "Ancestor, I remember it."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

"It's just..." Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, and then said, "This child seems to have some grudges with Duanjinmen. Do you want me to come forward..."

"No need." Mr. Xun shook his head, "I asked you to take care of him, not to protect him blindly."

"He can't get hurt, but other than that, Duanjinmen or other sects, the disciples' affairs should be solved by themselves, and there is no need to interfere too much."

Xun Ziyou understood the ancestor's meaning, and asked, "What if the Duanjinmen high-level..."

Mr. Xun said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Xun Ziyou was completely relieved.

When the ancestor spoke, he felt more confident.

"Go," Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Don't be careless, if something unexpected really happens..."

Mr. Xun thought about it, and in order to urge him, he said something more ruthless, "I will cross you out of the family tree..."

Xun Ziyou's scalp was numb, and he was dumbfounded.

Can this joke be made casually? !

"Ancestor, are you serious..."

Mr. Xun looked at him silently.

Xun Ziyou was understanding, with a bitter expression, and said resignedly: "Yes." After leaving the elders' residence, Xun Ziyou sighed deeply. He had a hunch that he, as a temporary "bodyguard", would have to be "regularized" and become a long-term bodyguard. There would be no peace in the future... Mo Hua finished his class in the afternoon, had dinner with Yu'er, and then returned to the disciples' residence. As soon as he entered the house, Mo Hua took out all the manuscripts that Mr. Xun had given him. Especially the manuscript about "Zhanliu". Mo Hua read the manuscript carefully and looked a little lonely. This is indeed the master's manuscript. Although there are some differences, it is exactly the same as the "Zhanliu" experience that the master taught him when he was in the Five Elements Sect in Lishan City. Mr. Zhuang's immortal style, free and unrestrained, and gentle expression appeared in Mo Hua's mind again. Mo Hua was stunned for a long time before he sighed deeply. He read the manuscript again.

This is the manuscript of the Tao.

The explanation of "formation flow" in it is more detailed, much more detailed and profound than what the master told him at the beginning.

Mo Hua took a look and found that he didn't understand it very well.

Strictly speaking, he hasn't learned the formation flow yet.

The Five Elements Sect's Taoism, the "source pattern" manifested by the Five Elements Formation Flow, although it is in his hand, he actually doesn't know what the "source pattern" that looks like an evil eye is in essence...

And the cultivators who can summarize the formation flow are all formation masters who have cultivated a certain type of formation to perfection.

So it's not surprising that I can't understand this formation flow manuscript.

"Keep it for now, and study it carefully when my formation attainments are higher..."

Mo Hua nodded slightly, and then put the formation flow manuscript into the Nazi ring with great care.

This is the master's thing.

Mo Hua cherishes it very much.

And Mr. Xun...

Mo Hua didn't expect that Mr. Xun actually discussed Taoism and formations with the master.

So, does Mr. Xun have other origins with the master?

Mo Hua's mind moved, and he suddenly realized.

"Array flow" is obviously not something he can learn now.

Mr. Xun handed the master's array flow manuscript to him now, and pointed out intentionally or unintentionally that it was the manuscript of "an old friend named Zhuang". Is he testing him?

"Did the old man guess that the master is my master?"

Mo Hua muttered to himself.

However, it seems that this is nothing...

There seem to be many people who know about this.

Not to mention the uncle, there is also the mother of the little sister, that is, his uncle, and the senior Situ of Xuanji Valley, and those Yuhua monks who had a quick glance at the change in Lishan City.

They are all "great monks", with high cultivation and busy affairs.

I am an inconspicuous little monk, and I guess it won't take long for them to forget me.

Mr. Xun, since he sat and discussed with the master, he must have no hatred and should have no ill will towards me.

At least Mo Hua didn't feel any ill will.

Moreover, the old man also gave me the master's manuscript.

He was very kind to me and taught me.

Mr. Xun is a good man!

Mo Hua nodded.

I am now concentrating on learning the formation. If I have the chance in the future, I will repay his kindness.

A drop of water should be repaid with a spring.

This is the principle of life that my mother taught me.

Mo Hua figured it out. He flipped through the formation book and learned the formation for a while. When it was midnight, his consciousness sank into the Dao Monument again and continued to practice the formation.

He had to find a way to practice the formation more and hone his consciousness.

Now that he couldn't go out, he could only rely on this stupid method to hone his consciousness.

Strive to break through the blockade of the laws of heaven as soon as possible, so that his consciousness can be promoted to eighteen patterns, and learn more and more powerful formations.

……

So peacefully, he learned the formation for a few days.

He went to the Demon Refining Mountain several times, tried the effect of the Five Elements Source Armor several times, and formulated several sets of monster hunting strategies, so he didn't go there for the time being.

But when eating in the dining hall that day, Cheng Mo suddenly came over with a bruised face.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Cheng Mo, you were slapped by a bear again?"

"I'm not stupid, being slapped once is fine, how can I be slapped a second time..." Cheng Mo muttered, and then his expression was a little angry, "It was those bastards from Duan Jinmen."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "Duan Jinmen?"

"Yes." Cheng Mo sat down, and also imitated Mo Hua, biting a chicken leg, muttering, "Junior Brother, you haven't been in the mountain for a while, you don't know, Duan Jinmen has fought with us..."

"That group of little bastards, they make trouble for us every other day."

"They don't dare to fight us head-on, squatting on the side, waiting for us to kill the monsters, and then they swarm up to rob."

"We don't kill monsters, they stare at us like flies."

Mo Hua frowned, "There are rules in the Demon Refining Mountain, they are so arrogant, don't the elders care?"

Cheng Mo said: "They care, but it's useless, Those bastards of Duanjinmen are always arguing and shameless. "

"They insist that they killed the monsters and we were the first to attack them. They are innocent..."

"The elders of Duanjinmen are also very protective."

"If the disciples of Duanjinmen take advantage, they will try to smooth things over, saying that they are all children and it is common for them to fight and quarrel. There is no need to care about it."

"If Duanjinmen suffers a loss, they will accuse us of Taixumen for poor discipline and lack of education of the disciples..."

"Several of our elders of Taixumen are not good at talking, and they are mad at them."

"After all this arguing, the disciples of Duanjinmen still do their own thing and do these despicable things..."

Cheng Mo sighed, "So, rules are only useful for people with face. If someone is shameless, the rules are useless."

When Cheng Mo said this, he sneered, but the wound on his face was affected, and he grimaced in pain.

But fortunately, he is a physical cultivator with thick skin and flesh, so this injury is nothing.

Cheng Mo took another bite of meat and continued:

"My injury is because I was hunting monsters this morning and was followed by the disciples of Duanjinmen. I couldn't stand it, so I had a fight with them."

"Don't look at my miserable appearance, but they are even more miserable."

"I broke the legs of several people."

"But it's probably useless. They will dare to do it next time."

Mo Hua frowned slightly and said to Cheng Mo, "I'll go into the mountain to have a look during the next ten-day break."

"Don't." Cheng Mo immediately refused, "You should concentrate on drawing the formation. You are a junior brother. You don't need to go there in person to deal with these little bastards."

Cheng Mo knew that Mo Hua was busy drawing formations every day these days, so he didn't want to disturb him.

Moreover, the people who made trouble in Duanjinmen were all disciples in the middle stage of foundation building, and they were from the same class as him.

There was no need for Mo Hua to do anything.

Mo Hua thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

He really didn't have time recently.

Because he vaguely felt that the restrictions of the laws of heaven in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have loosened a lot.

Maybe his realm was high, so it wasn't too outrageous.

Or maybe the laws of heaven were almost "full", so everything gradually disappeared.

Mo Hua always felt that maybe it wouldn't be long before his consciousness would reach eighteen patterns.

The matter of the Demon Refining Mountain was left to Cheng Mo and the others to deal with.

Although Cheng Mo looked reckless and indeed was reckless, he was still scheming.

Moreover, he had been with Mo Hua for so long and was very experienced, and he had also learned a lot of "sinister" methods.

It was more than enough to deal with the arrogant and domineering disciples of Duanjin Sect who only knew how to bully the weak.

So Cheng Mo led the team, and the disciples of Taixu Sect fought openly and secretly with the disciples of Duanjin Sect of the same class in the Demon Refining Mountain.

After a month, Cheng Mo came to see Mo Hua again, looking a little depressed.

It's not that they didn't fight before.

They fought, but it was useless.

"The bastards of Duanjin Sect are really like beasts. They entered the Demon Refining Mountain and did nothing but stare at our Taixu Sect and steal our monsters."

"At the beginning, they fought us head-on several times, but later they found that we were wearing gold-killing armor and they couldn't beat us, so they simply stopped fighting."

"Like flies, we hunt monsters and they harass us."

"We fight back and they run away."

Cheng Mo was disgusted.

"The ticket to the Demon Refining Mountain costs 100 merits. They would rather do nothing all day than spend these 100 merits to harass us and do such a despicable thing that harms others and benefits themselves."

"Although we are not afraid of them, we cannot refine monsters and earn merits because we are harassed by them, so we cannot be considered to have won..."

Cheng Mo sighed, feeling a little annoyed.

Mo Hua's eyes sank slightly.

This Duan Jinmen is really despicable.

"It's okay..." Mo Hua drank a sip of fruit wine, pondered for a moment, and said calmly, "They are being despicable because they haven't been completely scared yet."

"Give them a few hard slaps to hurt their muscles and bones. They will know the pain and will not be despicable again..."

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.