Asking about longevity

In the following days, Mo Hua was a little absent-minded.

The experiences in the sword tomb were still vivid in his mind.

The dark night, the desolate grave, the broken swords everywhere, the terrifying ancestor, bit by bit, often appeared in his mind.

Of course, the most important thing is that this mysterious ancestor of the forbidden land promised to teach him the true secret of the mind-to-sword technique!

But Mo Hua was a little uneasy.

He was not sure whether this ancestor would really fulfill his promise and teach him the mind-to-sword technique.

"This ancestor, is he lying to me?"

"It shouldn't be..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "He is the ancestor, in the Void Realm, how can he be so idle to lie to a little disciple in the Foundation Establishment Realm..."

"But what if this ancestor breaks his promise..."

Mo Hua frowned.

The mind-to-sword technique was right in front of him.

But it seemed to be far away in the sky, erratic.

In the following days, Mo Hua spent his time in this state of mind of worrying about gains and losses.

Until seven days later.

Mo Hua dressed up, sat upright in the middle of the disciples, waiting for the ancestor to "catch" him.

But he waited and waited, but the expected void crack still did not appear.

Mo Hua was a little anxious, =.

But it was still early, so he was patient and continued to wait.

Finally, near midnight, a terrible wave suddenly came.

The void was torn apart out of thin air.

A space crack appeared, and a skinny big hand stretched out.

Mo Hua had experience this time, so he was not nervous, but was honestly grabbed by the big hand and pulled into the void crack.

The surroundings were dark and gorgeous, the void was born and destroyed, and the laws were mottled.

When he opened his eyes, the night was as dark as ink, the bright moon was hanging high, and there were dead tombs and broken swords all around, and the forest was dark and quiet.

It was the forbidden area in the back mountain.

The Taixu Patriarch, who was sealed by numerous formations and chains, was sitting alone in the mountains.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that this powerful ancestor had kept his promise and would really teach him how to transform his mind into a sword.

The old man with long beards also looked at Mo Hua silently at this time, and the scene of the bamboo sword engraved with the name "Mo Hua" returning to the tomb seven days ago appeared in his mind again. In the forbidden area, the sword energy was surging, the broken sword was humming, the ancient sword intent was awakened, and the tomb turned into white smoke and condensed sword clouds.

"The reason for the smoke in the sword tomb... is it because of this little kid?"

The old man with long beards looked solemn.

Why?

This means... the inheritance of the true art of transforming the mind into a sword should really fall on this child.

Is this a sign of the revival of my Taixu Sect, the Divine Mind Sword Dao?

When Mo Hua saw the old man, he bowed and said, "Hello, Ancestor."

The old man with a long beard slowly said, "My surname is Dugu."

Mo Hua was startled, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Hello, Ancestor Dugu."

The old man nodded slightly, "From today on, I will teach you this sect that has been listed as a 'forbidden technique' and is a secret of the Taixu Sect... the true art of transforming the mind into a sword!"

Mo Hua was refreshed, bowed his hands and bowed, and said respectfully:

"Disciple thanks Ancestor for teaching you."

Ancestor Dugu nodded, his expression solemn Then, he went straight to the point and said:

"The Taixu divine thought turns into a sword, starting from the sword and ending with the spirit."

"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 thought into the sword intention, then you can kill."

"When you cultivate to perfection, the sword, qi, and spirit become one, and the flesh, blood, spiritual power, and divine thought are all invincible. Evil demons, monsters, and ghosts are all invincible..."

...

All are invincible, all are invincible...

Mo Hua was shocked.

This sword technique seems to be much stronger than he had expected.

"Do you understand?" said the old ancestor Dugu.

Mo Hua nodded.

He kept the words of the Dugu Patriarch firmly in mind, and then combined with his own understanding of the transformation of mind into sword, pondered for a moment, and slowly said:

"Ancestor, in the method of transformation of mind into sword that you just mentioned, 'refining qi with sword', does it mean using sword, learning sword skills, and condensing sword qi?"

"'Cultivating the heart with qi' means that after practicing sword for a long time, the sword qi is proficient, and after training day and night, the heart will naturally have a sword, which is the cultivation of the sword heart;"

"And 'entering the soul with the heart' means turning one's sword into a heart image and integrating it into one's soul..."

Just like the cultivation method of the Seven Souls Blood Prison Pupil of the Guishui Sect, a "prison picture" is used as a heart image and integrated into the soul, so as to cultivate the pupil technique that shocks others.

"To integrate the mind into the soul is to 'refine the soul with the soul'."

"And if you want to bring out the power of the mind-to-sword, you naturally have to 'leave the soul' and turn the mind into sword intent..."

Mo Hua said it very clearly.

Old Ancestor Dugu was surprised.

This child's understanding of the way of the soul, especially the transformation of sword energy into sword intent, was so thorough that he almost broke through it at one point...

But at the same time, he couldn't help but be suspicious and asked Mo Hua: "Have you learned it before?"

Mo Hua's heart was slightly startled, and he immediately shook his head and said: "No!"

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and then said, "The disciple just... because of the way of consciousness, I have studied consciousness more. I have also asked around and figured it out myself before, so I have a rough understanding of it and roughly know some of the principles of the mind-to-sword..."

Old Ancestor Dugu did not comment, but did not ask any more questions.

"Since you can understand, I don't have to worry about it. You are on the path of spiritual consciousness, so it should be easier for you to learn how to transform sword energy into sword intent and even eventually have your soul leave your 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..."

In fact, Mo Hua 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 at the level of 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 and transform it 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 can't cultivate your sword energy well, 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 in this world, strictly speaking, nothing was impossible.

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 spiritual 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 pupil technique. 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 have 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 have learned..."

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 kid... 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-painting 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 serious 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.

His foundation is weak, and his kendo qualifications are not good either. He became a monk halfway and only practiced for seven days. It is 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 in the back mountain, the ancestors would personally teach them this kind of treatment. They would just sweep the streets in front of the mountain gate and learn 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 turn them 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 already 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, my expression was a little haggard, as if I had bothered to study something and had not had a good rest, and I felt somewhat 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 dry up 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 the 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."

Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness.

Mr. Xun confirmed it with a nervous mood, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment, he couldn't help but feel excited and said repeatedly:

"Okay, okay, okay..."

He looked at Mo Hua with a burning gaze, and a ray of light shone through his turbid eyes, and the long-term fatigue was swept away.

God really gave Taixu Sect a treasure!

Ancestors bless...

The turning point finally came.

In this chess game of disordered cause and effect, Taixu Sect finally has a chess piece that can reverse the situation!

Mr. Xun said: "From now on, you stay in the sect, don't go anywhere else, don't do the bounty, you can take the courses arranged by the sect if you want, and forget it if you don't want to."

"You only need to do one thing: learn the formation."

"I will teach you personally, and make sure to pass on all the formations that can be given to you in the five elements and eight trigrams categories of the second grade, including the junior, intermediate and senior levels, within one year."

"This is more important than anything else."

"Within one year, you must integrate all these formations and learn the second grade formation to the extreme! Become the top second grade formation master who has the strengths of all schools and has profound attainments like the sea!"

Mr. Xun's tone was extremely solemn.

Second grade formation master...

Mo Hua was a little absent-minded and a little shocked.

This was the first time he heard Mr. Xun express such expectations, and he had never seen such a solemn expression on Mr. Xun's face.

As if this matter really concerns the safety of inheritance and the survival of the sect...

Mo Hua thought for a moment, his eyes were solemn, and he nodded solemnly.

"Yes, old sir!"