Asking about longevity

Mr. Xun is brewing something big in his mind.

As for ink painting, I still concentrate on attending classes and practicing.

Soon it was Christmas break again.

In the Demon Refining Mountain, Mo Hua was sitting on a big tree with a spiritual sword in front of him, killing falcons in the sky out of boredom.

He is a second-grade elementary falcon, and he has no pressure to kill it now.

Basically one sword per sword.

So if you kill for a long time, it will become boring.

At the same time, he was waiting patiently.

Waiting for Linghuxiao to come to the door.

In this way, he has a "kendo genius" who can be his "thug".

Moreover, this swordsman genius can still grow, and may become more and more powerful in the future.

Mo Hua waited and waited on the tree until it was past noon and approaching evening. The setting sun had already tilted and began to set in the west.

There was still no sign of Linghuxiao.

"not coming?"

Mo Hua sighed.

No fish caught...

Let’s talk about it next time.

Mo Hua was ready to pack up and go back first, but after thinking about it, he decided to wait a little longer.

What if this young man is having an ideological struggle?

This kind of withdrawn boy looks indifferent, but he usually has a lot of inner drama.

Mo Hua sat on the big tree, took out a pot of fruit wine, and waited slowly while watching the sunset.

Sure enough, after another moment of burning incense, a young man's figure appeared in the mountain road hidden by dense forests in the distance.

It was Linghu Xiao who was wearing a light blue robe.

"coming!

Mo Hua perked up, stood on the tree, waved and said hello from a distance:

"Linghu laughs!"

Linghu smiled and was startled. He looked up and found a young boy waving to him on a big tree in the dense forest in the distance.

Judging from the body shape and temperament, it is exactly the ink painting.

Linghuxiao frowned slightly.

How did this little monk named "Mo Hua" find himself at such a long distance?

We are all foundation-building monks. Is his spiritual consciousness so strong?

Linghu smiled in confusion, but still walked towards Mo Hua.

After the two met, Mo Hua didn't say much. He didn't ask why he came so late, nor did he talk nonsense with him. Instead, he went straight to the topic and said:

"It's getting late, I'll take you to kill the monsters."

Linghuxiao's expression was still cold and he asked:

"What monster to kill?"

"You will know when the time comes." Mo Hua said.

After saying that, he took the lead and walked in front.

Linghuxiao hesitated for a moment, and although he was a little reluctant, he slowly followed Mo Hua.

"I'll tell you how our Taixu Sect kills monsters."

Mo Hua said as he walked.

Originally, he wanted to find someone to walk Linghuxiao through the process.

But after all, Linghuxiao was the swordsman genius of Chongxu Sect. Mo Hua thought about it and decided that it would be better to take action himself, so as to show his importance.

Anyway, now, although his life is fulfilling, it is also quite boring.

I just took advantage of this time to make friends and have fun with Linghu.

The process of hunting monsters in Taixu Sect has been studied by ink paintings, practiced by fellow disciples, and continuously optimized according to the actual situation. It has become very stable and mature.

What he wanted to kill this time was a Kuimu wolf.

Mo Hua looked for traces, buried traps, set up formations, and then pulled Linghuxiao and squatted behind a big rock.

Kuimulang triggered the formation, the formation exploded, and murderous intent emerged.

Fire was everywhere and smoke was rising.

Kuimulang was also seriously injured by the explosion.

"Cut it!" Mo Hua said.

Linghu smiled and drew his sword, and a powerful sword light that was as bright and sharp as the moonlight shot out of the air and struck directly at the injured Kui Mulang.

Kuimulang died on the spot.

The monster hunt is over.

Linghuxiao was stunned.

The total time taken before and after is no more than an hour.

Most of the time is used to find monsters, track monsters, lay traps, and set up formations.

The real battle breaks out, from the activation of the formation, to the sword drawn by oneself, to the death of the monster falling to the ground, it only takes a stick of incense.

Just like that, a second-grade elementary monster was hunted.

It was even so simple that he felt that even a "fool" could kill the monster like this by following the steps...

Taixumen...has this always been how they kill monsters?

Which monster can withstand being killed like this?

Linghuxiao felt that his knowledge had been subverted.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the sky, "There is still some time, I can kill one more, and then I can go back."

Then he repeated his old tricks.

Under the mature and meticulous monster hunting arrangements and Linghuxiao's powerful sword energy, another monster fell without any surprise.

The two peeled off the materials and sold them at the mountain gate.

"Two monsters, after deducting the cost of the formation, the rest will be divided equally. Each of them will have 800 points of merit."

Mo Hua said, and then assigned 800 merit points to Linghu Xiao.

Linghuxiao was a little startled.

That's it……

In just half a day, you wandered around in the mountains and forests, struck two or three swords, and got 800 points of merit?

This made him feel that before, he was alone, hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, fully alert, pushing the sword to the extreme, fighting monsters, and scheming with Duanjinmen. It took several days, sometimes even two or three decades. , to kill a monster and earn more than a thousand merit points, I feel like a "fool"...

On the way back, Linghuxiao thought for a long time, and finally said indifferently:

"It's not good to hunt monsters like this. I won't participate next time."

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Isn't it fast?"

Linghu shook his head with a smile, "It's too tricky. It's not conducive to practicing the sword. It will also make the sword's heart numb and careless, creating inertia."

"Moreover, laying an ambush in advance and relying on formations are somewhat ineffective."

"This goes against my swordsmanship and will make me lose the courage to face powerful enemies..."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then sighed and said speechlessly:

"Sooner or later, you're going to be so stupid."

Linghu smiled for a moment, then became sullen and said coldly: "You are stupid! What do you know? You don't practice swordsmanship, and you don't have the talent of a clear sword heart. How do you know the pursuit of swordsmanship!"

"What is the clear heart of the sword?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Linghuxiao's face turned cold, he raised his head and said, "You don't understand even if I tell you."

"Oh." Mo Hua glanced at Linghuxiao, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you plan to stay in the sect forever?"

Linghuxiao didn't understand why Mo Hua asked this, but he still shook his head and said:

"How can it be……"

Mo Hua said in a deep voice: "Then do you know how monks outside the sect kill people? What methods do those criminal, evil, and demonic cultivators use in order to collect nourishment, absorb souls, suck blood, and practice evil arts? ?”

Linghuxiao was a little silent when Mo Hua asked.

Although he had done a few bounties, he didn't go out that much, and he came into contact with very few evil cultivators who were truly guilty.

Mo Hua curled his lips and said, "If those evil monks want to kill you, they will naturally use whatever means they have, whether they are despicable or shameless, will they care?"

"You were killed by them and cut into pieces. The blood was used to draw formations and the meat was used to feed the demons. Your 'sword heart' was also dug out and used as a medicine to make an evil elixir... …”

"Even the soul was eaten..."

"At this time, do you want to reason with them? Do you want to accuse them of 'victory without force'?"

"Who will care about you?"

Mo Hua's words are cold and realistic.

Linghuxiao's face turned a little pale.

After a while, he looked at the ink painting who was a little younger than him, looking like a simple boy with only a deep gaze, frowned and asked:

"These things...how do you know?"

Demonic cultivators cut corpses into pieces, painted formations with blood, fed meat to demons, made elixirs from the heart, and ate souls alive...

How could Mo Hua, a serious young monk from a sect, know these bloody things so clearly?

"Of course I saw it with my own eyes..." Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

But these things are hard to explain clearly.

Once word spreads, it will destroy his innocent and friendly image among fellow disciples.

"This is what my uncle surnamed Gu told me, who works in the Daoting Division and arrests criminal cultivators all year round and deals with evil spirits."

Mo Hua used the name "Uncle Gu" to scare people again.

Linghu smiled and saw that he was serious about what he said. He had a nose and eyes, so he naturally believed him.

"So," Mo Hua said with a serious expression, "The world often says that cultivating Taoism is dangerous, but we disciples of the sect don't actually realize what the real 'sinister' is."

"These real evils may be more shameless, despicable, vicious, and insidious...it is difficult for people to guard against them."

"If you have this naive idea of ​​'victory without fighting', you will definitely suffer a big loss if you really enter the world of cultivation in the future."

"It is even possible that the spiritual sword will be broken, the sword's heart will be contaminated, the foundation of the sword will be destroyed, and you will die..."

The foundation of kendo was destroyed in one moment...

As expected, Linghu Xiao looked extremely solemn when it came to matters involving swordsmanship.

Mo Hua continued: "Therefore, if you want to live a long life, seek immortality, and climb to the true pinnacle of swordsmanship, you must abandon your ignorant persistence."

"We must do whatever it takes to improve our swordsmanship, even if we use foreign objects."

"Keep living, keep getting stronger, and finally you can reach the end of the sword!"

Mo Hua knew nothing about swordsmanship, so he made random remarks based on his understanding of the battle method.

However, the world's great road, different roads leading to the same destination, should be very different.

As expected, Linghu Xiao's expression changed and he was thoughtful.

Seeing that Linghu Xiao was shaken, Mo Hua finally persuaded him warmly:

"Just keep it simple first, kill these low-level monsters, earn some merit, and improve your strength."

"When we have time in the future, we will find people to form a team and together we will kill second-grade mid-level or even high-level monsters."

"Fighting against these powerful monsters, being on the verge of life and death, and enduring tremendous pressure can truly temper your sword heart and hone your sword skills."

Linghuxiao was really excited.

Hunting second-grade mid-level or even high-level monsters? !

Linghuxiao's eyes immediately lit up, and a strong fighting spirit burst out from his body. He immediately nodded and agreed:

"Okay! I'll follow you to hunt monsters!"

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

A stubborn swordsman is easy to deceive.

As soon as I heard that I was going to hunt mid-to-high-level monsters, I immediately felt like I was getting blood.

It's just that the second-level intermediate monsters are one level stronger than the first-level monsters, and their blood energy and monster power are also strong, so they are a bit troublesome to kill.

Not to mention high-level ones, it is not only troublesome, but also dangerous.

But when it comes to "painting a cake", you have to draw it a little bigger.

And when Cheng Mo and the others become more advanced, they will try to kill stronger monsters.

Therefore, it is not considered a painting.

As for when to kill, it depends on the situation.

Anyway, what he told Linghuxiao was "I will be free in the future."

It may be available in a month or two, or it may be available in one, two, or three years, I don’t know for sure...

Linghu Xiao obviously doesn't have as many tricks as Mo Hua.

He felt that what Mo Hua said made sense.

Hunt low-level monsters simply and efficiently, quickly earn merit, and improve your swordsmanship.

Then challenge more ferocious and powerful monsters to hone your sword heart and sword skills!

I had misunderstood him before.

It’s not that Mo Hua doesn’t have the desire to win, but he works step by step, steadily, and seeks a longer-term path.

Linghuxiao nodded slightly.

In this way, Linghuxiao can be regarded as "joining the gang".

The next day, Mo Hua asked Hao Xuan to hunt monsters with Linghu Xiao.

Hao Xuan was in charge of investigation and formation, while Ling Huxiao was in charge of killing.

In the evening, the two came back. Hao Xuan was shocked and said: "What a strong sword energy! With a swish, the monster died."

"On this day, five monsters were killed."

"Senior Brother Linghu is indeed amazing!"

Linghu Xiao's expression was indifferent, but after being praised by Hao Xuan, he pursed his lips slightly.

After all, he is a young man under twenty years old. He is very happy when he is praised a few times without saying anything.

On weekdays, no disciple would praise him when he was at Chongxumen.

Because everyone knows that he is a swordsman genius that is rare to see in five hundred years.

In this case, no matter how superb his swordsmanship is, others will take it for granted.

On the contrary, they will be alienated by others.

But in Taixumen, it's different.

Everyone forms a team to hunt monsters and works together. The stronger his sword energy, the faster he kills monsters and the more merit he earns.

Moreover, everyone has a share in this meritorious service.

So Linghuxiao unknowingly became the "thigh" of the demon hunter.

Taixumen's praise of him was also sincere.

Linghuxiao mingled with the disciples of the Taixu Sect. Without so many calculations, he felt much more at ease.

In addition, there is a specialized swordsmith, Ouyang Mu, who repairs and maintains the spiritual sword for him.

The inherited spirit sword is very precious. Not only is it difficult to cast, but it also requires daily maintenance and repair after damage.

Among the three sects, Tai'amen is proficient in sword making.

Ouyang Mu is a descendant of Tai'amen, so if Taixumen's disciples have problems with their swords or spiritual weapons, they will pay tribute and ask Ouyang Mu to help repair them.

Linghuxiao is no exception.

After going back and forth, the two of them became quite familiar with each other.

Ouyang Mu focuses on making swords, while Linghuxiao focuses on repairing swords. Moreover, one is dull and the other is withdrawn, but they are easy to get along with.

In this way, more than a month later, Linghu Xiao gradually integrated into the disciples of Taixu Sect.

Now every time he goes into the mountains, he hangs out at the top of the Taixu Gate.

Then when he met a Taixu Sect disciple, someone immediately enthusiastically pulled him to form a team.

While others look for monsters and lay formations, he is responsible for drawing the sword.

After killing the monsters, getting meritorious service, and distributing the merits according to their work, they all went down the mountain with satisfaction.

This process is easy and natural.

Sometimes, Linghuxiao would even feel a little dazed.

He will have the illusion that he is not actually a monk from the Chongxu Sect, but a disciple of the Taixu Sect...

The fact that Linghu Xiao was mixed up with the Taixu Sect was also seen by the elders of the Chongxu Sect who were secretly looking after him.

The elder of Chongxumen went back to report to the ancestor of Chongxumen.

The ancestor of Chongxu Sect stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said:

"It doesn't matter, this is a good thing."

The elder was puzzled, "Why is this a good thing..."

Ancestor Chongxu said: "My Chongxu Sect is stronger than Taixu Sect; Xiaoer's strength is also stronger than Taixu Sect's disciples."

"He mixed with the Taixu Sect, just like a lion mixed with a pack of wolves, with the lion as the leader and the wolves as the second."

"With Xiao'er's swordsmanship talent, the future is limitless."

"But monks are human beings after all. If they gain the right, they will get a lot of help, but if they lose the right, they will get little help."

"He can make friends with the disciples of Taixu Sect, which can be regarded as opening up connections and establishing prestige, which will make things easier for him in the future."

"Even once the Taixu Sect falls, they will still have to cling to Xiao'er's favor."

Hearing this, the elder of Chongxu Sect nodded slightly:

"Ancestor is still thoughtful."

"However," Elder Chongxu Sect was a little worried, "He is relatively close to the disciple named Mo Hua from Taixu Sect."

"This kid, Mo Hua, is quirky and eloquent."

"Although Xiao'er looked cold on the surface, he seemed to really believe what he said, and he did it..."

Elder Chongxumen felt helpless.

Ancestor Chongxu frowned, "What is the origin of this child?"

"I asked around... It seems that he is highly appreciated by Patriarch Xun of the Taixu Sect. His qualifications are not good, but he is good at learning formations..." said the elder of the Chongxu Sect.

"Did you learn the formation well?"

Ancestor Chongxu pondered slightly, then nodded and said: "It doesn't matter..."

"The formation is good, just right to assist Xiao'er."

"Although Xiao'er is withdrawn by nature, his talent for swordsmanship is there. He is not a stupid person and cannot be manipulated by others."

"Moreover, no matter how good the formation is, it will ultimately help others. It is not as good as swordsmanship, where all the great power belongs to oneself."

"So, Xiao'er will definitely make the decision in the future."

"And this generation of disciples from Taixu Sect can just be the help to Xiao'er!"

Elder Chongxumen nodded and praised: "Ancestor is wise!"

But even so, he still had some worries in his heart.

Although the ancestor's idea was very good, it seemed to be slightly different from the actual situation.

Especially, the ancestor had never seen the disciple named "Mo Hua" in person, and had no idea how "smart" that child was.

But if he really asked him to say it, he couldn't explain it clearly.

No matter how smart he was, what could he do?

Besides, the ancestor was busy with affairs.

Especially with the sect reform imminent, the major sects were undercurrents, and there were many things to worry about. It was not worth delaying the ancestor's time for a little disciple of Taixu Sect.

Therefore, the elder of Chongxu Sect didn't say anything more, bowed, and left.

The ancestor Chongxu was thinking about other things and didn't think much for a while.

...

In Taixu Sect, Mo Hua was a little worried.

He had already arranged Linghu Xiao's matter.

But his own strength was a little stagnant.

Seeing that the fourth year was about to end, his cultivation, spiritual consciousness, sword control, and formation were all stuck.

Cultivation requires persistence like water dripping through a stone. The cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building cannot be broken through in a short time.

The spiritual consciousness was stuck at the seventeenth pattern.

The eighteen patterns are right in front of him, but due to the restrictions of the laws of heaven, there is a barrier in front of him, and he cannot break through.

The power of flying swords is extremely strong, but it has gradually reached a bottleneck.

He has to wait until he learns a new sword formation, or Xiao Mu learns a new sword-making technique, before he can continue to improve.

He practices formations every day.

Especially the five elements and eight trigrams formation, he is tired of learning it, and there is nothing new for the time being.

And except for the five elements and eight trigrams formation, there has been no new formation to learn for a long time.

There is no way to cultivate this, it needs to be polished little by little.

The spiritual consciousness may also need a little opportunity.

What can be done now is to find some new formations to learn.

Mo Hua thought about it and decided to ask Mr. Xun.

"New formation?" Mr. Xun was slightly stunned.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "Old man, in addition to the five elements and eight trigrams formation, are there other formations to learn?"

"Yuan magnetic formation is also OK..." Mo Hua added weakly.

The few sets of seventeen-pattern Yuan magnetic formations in his hand have been worn out by him.

Mr. Xun sighed.

Learning too fast is not a good thing. Now the pressure is all on him, the old man.

But it is too early for Mo Hua to learn some formations now.

And some other formations, although they belong to the category of regular formations, are both good and evil, and it is easy to make mistakes.

"I'll think about it..." said Mr. Xun.

"Okay." Mo Hua said obediently.

He was about to get up and leave when he was suddenly stopped by Mr. Xun.

"Mo Hua."

Mr. Xun frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Can your consciousness be strengthened?"

Mr. Xun asked very cautiously.

He had seventeen spiritual consciousness just after entering the middle stage of foundation building, which was already far beyond the cultivators of the same realm.

But Mr. Xun always felt that Mo Hua should be more than that.

As a disciple of that person, everything outrageous is possible...

Mo Hua scratched his head, "It's hard to say, maybe it depends on some chance..."

For example, whether someone "delivers food" to him.

Or, find another altar or something like that.

This really depends on "chance".

But Mo Hua certainly couldn't say this kind of thing openly.

Mr. Xun's eyes sank slightly, and he nodded slightly, "I know."

After that, Mr. Xun didn't say anything.

Mo Hua didn't want to disturb him, because he found that Mr. Xun seemed to be always worried recently, as if he was thinking about something important.

But he couldn't get involved in these major events at the sect level, and he probably couldn't help the old man.

It would be fine if he didn't cause trouble for the old man.

Mo Hua bowed and stood up to say goodbye.

But as soon as he reached the door and turned around, he ran into a man wearing a Taoist robe from the inner sect of Taixu Sect, with a handsome face, a tall figure, and a somewhat leisurely look.

It seemed that he was an elder of the inner sect.

The elder suddenly ran into Mo Hua and was obviously stunned, and a guilty look flashed across his face.

It was like a thief who was discovered.

But in just a moment, his expression returned to normal.

If it weren't for Mo Hua's sharp sense, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Moreover, the aura of this elder was inexplicably familiar...

Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled, but still performed the disciple's salute respectfully and said:

"Hello, elder."

The elder looked at Mo Hua calmly, as if he had never seen Mo Hua before, and just thought Mo Hua was an ordinary disciple, and nodded lightly:

"Yes."

Then he walked past Mo Hua and entered Mr. Xun's room.

Mo Hua looked at his back, a little confused, so he called the little Taoist boy beside him and asked:

"Who was that elder just now?"

The little Taoist boy greeted and sent off people every day, and was well-informed.

And he played well with Mo Hua, so he told him everything:

"It was Elder Xun Ziyou Xun, the junior of Mr. Xun, who is now an elder in the inner gate. He is responsible for taking care of the Demon Refining Mountain on weekdays and occasionally comes to visit the old man..."

Mo Hua was startled, thinking about the strange but familiar figure, with a thoughtful look.

After a moment, Mo Hua's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded meaningfully:

"Oh... Elder Xun..."