Asking about longevity

Taixumen, back mountain.

Carrying a bottle of wine, Mr. Xun slowly walked into the forbidden area in the back mountain, and walked into the sword tomb where the killing intent was gone 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 weather.

Mr. Xun placed the wine bottle in front of Ancestor Dugu and said:

"Senior brother, I'm having a great day today. Let's have a drink."

Ancestor Dugu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly focused, and he said incredulously:

"The three sects...really merged again?"

"Yes..." Mr. Xun was pleased, "We have joined together again, and now we are one family again... 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.

Ancestor Dugu looked complicated, then silently glanced at Mr. Xun, and said in a dry voice:

"Junior brother, thank you for your hard work..."

When the three sects merged, the matter was huge and full of difficulties.

It can really cover up the secrets of heaven, seek opportunities, overcome many difficulties, and promote the integration of the three sects 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 ordinary days, 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 just a "blind" and "deaf" person. He knows nothing about things outside 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.

He failed in the cultivation of Taixu Sect and also brought down his junior brother.

Ancestor Dugu had many emotions, but he kept them deep in his heart and never spoke them out.

He looked at the wine bottle in front of him again and shook his head:

"Demons and 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."

Ancestor Dugu was silent.

Old Mr.

Ancestor Dugu was a little moved when he heard this, and 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."

Mr. Xun nodded and said, "Master left some wine behind, and I will make the next one."

"Sure enough, the wine you brew doesn't taste good, so it's better not to drink it."

"I'm not really asking you to drink. Today the three sects are joining together to let you celebrate and have a taste..."

Patriarch Dugu put down his wine pot, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said:

"How did Ouyang and Linghu agree to this?"

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.

Old Mr.

"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."

Old Mr.

"First in the debate?"

Ancestor Dugu was startled and said in surprise: "My Taixu Sect, can I still be ranked first in formation?"

He is the best in swordsmanship, so he can still believe it for the time being.

But the formation is number one?

Why Taixumen?

My ancestors didn’t have this background at all…

"Who got it?" Patriarch Dugu asked.

Old Mr. Ink painting..."

Ancestor Dugu was stunned. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"who?"

"Ink painting."

Old Mr. Better than…”

As he was talking, he suddenly saw that Patriarch Dugu had a different look on his face. His heart moved and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Senior brother, do you know this kid?"

Ancestor Dugu’s heart skipped a beat.

Not only did we know him, I also taught him swordsmanship...

It was difficult for him to say such words, but he didn't bother to lie. He just looked indifferent and said nothing.

Mr. Xun was slightly startled, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

"How could senior brother know Mo Hua?"

"Senior brother, he was injured by the demon, and was trapped by the Taixu Divine Chain, which sealed his physical body and spiritual thoughts. He was trapped in the forbidden area of ​​​​the Sword Tomb. He has not taken a step 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 is drawing formations under his nose every day, plus practicing and attending classes. How can he have time to go to the back mountain?"

An ancestor and a young disciple.

The two of them are not related by blood, nor are they involved in aristocratic families.

If there is no cause and effect at all, how can we know it?

Mr. Xun said in his heart.

Ancestor Dugu was also a little confused.

Ink painting...is it the same name?

Could this "ink painting" be the same ink painting he knew?

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence...

Moreover, the "Mo Hua" he knew, although his spiritual consciousness was strong, was only in the middle stage of foundation building. His face was innocent and cheerful, and he didn't look like a "formation master".

Ancestor Dugu's eyes flashed slightly and he asked: "What does this ink painting look like and what is its origin..."

Old Mr.

"Not old, in the middle stage of foundation building, handsome in appearance, more and more likable as I look at him, my spiritual roots are a bit poor, but my understanding is very high, I am diligent, hard-working, hard-working, progressive, have an extraordinary Taoist heart, neither arrogant nor discouraged, and polite. Also very sensible..."

Mr. Xun praised the ink painting as if it were a flower.

Ancestor Dugu fell silent.

He was certain that this ink painting was the one he brought to the Sword Tomb.

But this ink painting is a little different.

At least the ink painting in my junior brother's eyes is a little different from what I see...

"You mean, he can win the title of Dao Discussion Leader in the middle stage of foundation building?"

"yes."

Ancestor Dugu frowned, "Doesn't this mean that he can draw the nineteen-line formation in the middle stage of foundation building?"

Mr. Xun nodded, looking pleased.

This time he asked Qian to learn about Zhou Jie, which opened his eyes. Now, it can be considered that his senior brother has opened his eyes for the first time.

"That's right," Mr. Xun nodded and said: "In the middle stage of foundation building, the nineteen lines of peak spiritual consciousness are reached, and this spiritual consciousness, after being tempered by countless drawing formations, is extremely deep and extremely solid..."

Ancestor Dugu’s pupils shrank slightly.

He knew that Mo Hua had profound spiritual consciousness, and he also knew that his spiritual consciousness was beyond the ordinary 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.

Moreover, the foundation of spiritual consciousness is much deeper than I imagined.

"That being said, 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'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, are you thinking... of teaching this child how to transform his spiritual thoughts into a sword?"

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.

Ancestor Dugu was silent.

What could he say?

He can't say, in fact, I have already taught him...

Old Mr. ”

"Over the years, how many disciples have died, been injured, or been disabled because of this spiritual swordsmanship inheritance?"

"Senior brother, I know your obsession. You are unwilling to accept that this supreme sword technique is dusty, but this sword technique really can no longer be taught."

"Especially ink paintings..."

Old Mr.

"His path is the path of the formation master! This child is destined to become a formation master who is proud of Jiuzhou and has great attainments in the sky in the future!"

"This is related to the future of my Taixu Sect."

"What if he becomes curious and learns how to transform his spiritual thoughts into swords, and his sea of ​​consciousness is destroyed and his soul is injured, it will be a huge loss!"

"This seedling must not make any mistakes!" Mr. Xun said firmly.

Ancestor Dugu said calmly: "I understand."

Mr. Xun frowned, "Senior brother, do you really know?"

Ancestor Dugu raised his eyebrows, "You have to make me say it a second time?"

Mr. Xun didn't mention it again, but thought about it for a while, feeling a little relieved.

Senior brother is not a person who ignores the important and the important.

What's more, with the senior brother's arrogance and critical eye, for no reason and without even seeing Mo Hua, how could he really think about teaching the Divine Mind Sword Technique to a young Foundation Establishment disciple?

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. Xun put away the wine bottle in front of Ancestor Dugu, "Okay, just take a sip and I won't disturb your purity."

"Let's go, let's go." 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.

Patriarch Dugu asked: "Is there anything else?"

Mr. Xun shook his head, "It's okay, I just feel..." He looked at Patriarch Dugu again and said, "Senior brother, you seem to have changed a bit."

"Changed?" Ancestor Dugu hesitated.

"Yes." Mr. Xun thought for a moment and said, "I have become more cheerful..."

And...a little more "lively"?

I talk more than before and have more emotions.

It's like being "infected" by something, with a vague and somewhat familiar feeling...

Ancestor Dugu's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Is there anything else? If nothing happens, leave quickly. I have to rest my mind."

Mr. Xun shook his head, "Brother, please take care of yourself."

The three sects had just merged, and there were a lot of things going on, so he really didn't have much free time.

Mr. Xun then left.

In the silent and solemn sword tomb, the old ancestor Dugu sat alone.

After a moment, he frowned and silently muttered a name:

"Mo Hua..."

...

Wait until the next seven-day period.

When the old ancestor Dugu broke through the void and caught Mo Hua in front of him, taught him swordsmanship, and tested his swordsmanship, his eyes, like a sword hidden in a withered mountain, couldn't help staring at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he whispered:

"Old ancestor, why are you always staring at me?"

The old ancestor Dugu looked indifferent, he wanted to say something but stopped, thought about it, and finally didn't say it, just said: "Just concentrate on learning swordsmanship."

"Oh."

Mo Hua silently waved the bamboo sword in his hand again and went to cut wood on the back mountain.

The wood on the back mountain, I don't know what grade it is, it's harder than stone, and every time I cut it with a sword, my palms were numb.

However, the old ancestor Dugu said that this is a necessary course for sword practitioners.

The important thing is not to chop wood, but to cultivate the tacit understanding between man and sword in the process of chopping wood, to cultivate the sword and hand into one, and the man and sword into one heart, so that when the mind transforms into sword, the sword will be born with a thought, the sword will be integrated into the soul, the sword will travel in the void, and it will be driven like a god, invincible.

Mo Hua thought it made sense.

He thought about it. Although the sword moves he practiced were not powerful in reality and were basically useless.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, nightmare, illusion and other worlds of mind, with his sword transformation style, he can show his 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 relied on the sharpness of the mind and chopped randomly.

Because his mind was too strong, even if it was just a simple sword transformation style, he could kill most monsters with one sword.

But this kind of sword move is too crude after all.

If there is a chance, he still needs to study and practice, and strive to reach a higher level in skills.

In reality, it’s fine. His body is weak and he can’t become a master of swordsmanship.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, it’s different. With the incarnation of divine thoughts and the sword of divine thoughts, the sword moves he learned can definitely come in handy.

Therefore, although Mo Hua couldn’t hurt the wood in the back mountain at all, he still chopped it very seriously.

Without accumulating small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles.

The seemingly grand sword art is hidden in these simple moves and swords.

Mo Hua’s expression is focused and concentrated.

The sword moves he chopped out are really very poor and can’t hurt anyone at all.

But he still poured all his mind into every move and style.

Patriarch Dugu looked at Mo Hua silently, and sighed in his heart:

"The sword moves are like rotten wood, but the sword heart is like unpolished jade..."

"In addition to being proficient in formations, the mind is super-level..."

Patriarch Dugu looked at Mo Hua, his eyes slightly fixed, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart...

...

Days passed by.

After the three sects merged, Taixu Sect changed a lot.

But for Mo Hua, it seemed that nothing had changed.

He still practiced as usual, went to class, learned formations, learned swordsmanship, and still went to substitute for formations as usual. It was still the same, and a lot of people called him little senior brother.

It's just that he taught more disciples.

There were more disciples who called him little senior brother.

Time passed, and more than a month passed. After this month of practice, Mo Hua basically determined one thing:

This year, he would definitely not be able to break through the late stage of foundation building.

Until now, he hadn't even touched the bottleneck.

Mo Hua's hanging heart 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 broke the rules of the sect, the rules were meant to be broken, not to mention that this was Mo Hua.

He was the only leader in the art of formation in Taixu Sect so far.

Even if Mo Hua did not mention it, Mr. Xun would not really let him repeat the grade.

After more than a month, it was the end-of-year assessment.

Mo Hua closed his eyes and took the exam steadily, and then the year was over.

Then it was the Chinese New Year.

This year, Mo Hua was treated very grandly.

The heads of the Shangguan family, the Wenren family, and the Gu family personally sent invitations to Mo Hua to attend the annual banquet.

The invitations were handwritten by the heads of the three families, and then sent to Taixu Sect by Wen Renwan.

Because of Mo Hua, Wen Renwan's status in Taixu Sect also rose sharply. When all the elders saw Wen Renwan, they were as cordial and enthusiastic as if they had seen "Guanyin who sent treasures".

Taixu Sect even made an exception and gave her the status of a "guest elder".

Of course, it was just a status, with no real power and no need to work hard.

But this was the "Taixu Sect" after the merger of the three sects. Although its ranking was not too high, its power had expanded by more than two times.

This noble "status" was extremely precious.

Therefore, it was much easier for Wenren Wan to enter Taixu Sect.

She handed the exquisite and precious invitation card with gold and jade inlay to Mo Hua, but said:

"Don't worry about it. Go when you are free. If you really don't have time, don't force yourself to attend. This kind of annual banquet is still quite boring."

Although she was born in the Wen family, married into the Shangguan family, and had a deep friendship with the Gu family.

But Wenren Wan also knew that the worldly family was indifferent to human feelings, and it was a world of fame and fortune full of material desires and intrigues.

She didn't want Mo Hua to be infected with these things too early.

She also didn't want these things to affect Mo Hua's practice of learning formations.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and asked, "How many delicious foods are there?"

Wen Ren Wan was startled, then smiled and said:

"This is the annual banquet of the three families. The scene is bigger than before, the guests are more distinguished, and there are endless delicious food..."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he nodded, "Then I'll go."

Wen Ren Wan smiled and said, "Okay."

...

During the New Year, Mo Hua went to the Gu family to attend the annual banquet.

Mr. Xun also agreed to this matter.

He didn't let Mo Hua show up too much to avoid being calculated.

But the Gu family is different. The Gu family is a clean family, and the friendship with Mo Hua is relatively deep.

The Shangguan family and the Wenren family also have some connections with Mo Hua.

This annual banquet can be attended.

It also allows Mo Hua to experience the treatment that the leader of the formation who has dominated countless genius disciples in the Ganxuezhou world should have.

And the Gu family is indeed very hospitable to Mo Hua.

Before, when Mo Hua went to eat, he always sat at the same table with Aunt Wan, sitting at a slightly marginal position at the banquet.

Now, he is still at the same table with Aunt Wan and Yu'er.

But this seat was right next to the head of the Gu family.

Even during the meal, the always serious and rigid head of the Gu family, Gu Shouyan, would smile at Mo Hua and ask him what he wanted to eat in a friendly manner.

The head of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Ce, and the head of the Wen family, Wenren Jingxuan, also sat not far away, slightly higher than Mo Hua.

Whenever they had time during the meal, they would chat with Mo Hua.

The topics they talked about were obviously carefully considered.

Often after a few words, they would talk about formations, and then they would praise Mo Hua for his extraordinary talent in formations, profound attainments, and a promising future.

They were all heads of families, and they were all shrewd people. They wanted to deliberately "please" a little disciple in their words, and their speaking skills were really perfect.

It was gentle and watertight.

It was not only not losing its status, but also not abrupt, and it also revealed the meticulousness of moistening things silently.

Mo Hua was also in a very good mood, and he ate several more chicken legs.

Wenren Wan's eyes were full of smiles.

Yu'er was also very happy, following Mo Hua, imitating him, chewing the chicken leg with his hands.

Now no one dared to find fault with him anymore.

No one dared to say that Yu'er learned "bad things" anymore - because the person he learned from was the champion of the formation competition in the Ganzhou Realm Conference.

As long as you are an absolute genius, everything you do is right.

In this way, the dinner was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests.

However, there was an elder of the Shangguan family who was obviously of high status next to Mo Hua. His face was very ugly from beginning to end, and it was almost the same color as the pork elbow on the table.

Mo Hua quietly asked the name of this elder from Wenren Wan:

Shangguan Wang.

"Shangguan Wang..."

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and silently memorized the name.

...

After the New Year's banquet, Mo Hua was full again, and then he strolled in the backyard of the Gu family as usual to digest the food.

As expected, many elders rushed to give Mo Hua gifts.

They were all gifts that were not too expensive, but full of heart.

Mo Hua said, "How can I be so embarrassed?", but in the end, "I can't refuse such kindness", and accepted them one by one.

As they walked, Mo Hua thought of Gu Changhuai.

At the New Year's banquet, it seemed that I didn't see Uncle Gu very often.

Mo Hua thought about it, and then found the study room. Sure enough, he saw Gu Changhuai alone, sitting at the desk, still flipping through the jade slips.

Gu Changhuai was a little surprised when he saw Mo Hua, "You actually have time to run around?"

The New Year's banquet of the Gu family was basically held for Mo Hua.

The heads of the Shangguan and Wenren families also wanted to establish some friendships with Mo Hua in advance and make good friends.

Mo Hua said casually, "I'm just eating for free."

He glanced at the jade slips in front of Gu Changhuai's desk, and asked curiously, "Is Dao Tingsi busy recently?"

"It's okay..." Gu Changhuai said perfunctorily.

Mo Hua didn't believe it.

Uncle Gu's expression showed that he must be hiding something.

Moreover, he was still busy with the New Year banquet, so there must be something important.

Mo Hua asked, "Are there any cases recently?"

Gu Changhuai didn't want to say it, and wanted to evade a few words, but suddenly he thought that Mo Hua was no longer the same as before.

Mo Hua knew a lot about many things, maybe even more than himself.

And with his curious nature and habit of getting to the bottom of things...

Gu Changhuai had a headache.

After a while, he sighed, looked around, closed the doors and windows, sealed the formation, and made sure that there would be no leaks. Then he said solemnly:

"There is another case of extermination of the whole family, and this time, the action is faster and the killing is more decisive. The Daoting Division investigated... It was done by the organized Demon Sect."

"Demon Sect?"

Mo Hua's eyes fixed.