Asking about longevity

The next day, after a training class, the news of Mo Hua's late foundation building spread in the sect, and instantly caused a small "sensation".

The little brother who ranked first in the Taixu Sect in formation theory, the leader in formation art, and thousands of disciples, finally broke through to the late foundation building stage like his little brothers. This little brother who was "bailed" to the late foundation building school year as an exception finally no longer had to worry about "repeating a grade".

The Taixu Sect, from top to bottom, breathed a sigh of relief.

Some of the elders of the sect met along the way would smile and congratulate Mo Hua.

Some of his little brothers even specially set up a banquet in the dining hall and invited Mo Hua to have a big meal. Each of them gave some small gifts to show their hearts. "Congratulations to the little brother, success in the late foundation building stage!"

Cheng Mo raised his glass and celebrated with his fellow disciples.

Mo Hua was a little moved, but he also felt that they were a little too exaggerated. It's just the late stage of foundation building..

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Mo Hua was a little confused, so he asked Cheng Mo, "Did you celebrate like this when you were in the late stage of foundation building?" Cheng Mo shook his head, "No."

Mo Hua was stunned, "No?"

"Well," Cheng Mo said, "Our breakthrough to the late stage of foundation building is ordinary and not worth mentioning. But little brother, you are different from us. It was too hard and too strenuous for you to break through the late stage of foundation building, so we have to celebrate it specially."

If he didn't know that Cheng Mo was a straightforward person and spoke directly, Mo Hua would have thought that this kid was being sarcastic to him. The people around him also nodded at this time:

"Little brother, it's not easy for you to break through the late stage of foundation building, it's worth celebrating." ".."

Mo Hua's expression was subtle, and he finally sighed.

It was originally a very happy thing, but after everyone congratulated him like this, Mo Hua always felt "discriminated".

But no matter what, this is at least the intention of the little brothers, although he felt a little complicated, but he still accepted it calmly.

In the next few days, Wen Renwan, Elder Gu Hong of the Gu family, Gu Changhuai, Xia Diansi of the Xia family and other people who were familiar with Mo Hua also gave gifts to Mo Hua. Wen Renwan even specially prepared a banquet and invited Mo Hua to have a big meal.

Because he didn't want to delay Mo Hua's practice, he didn't make a big fanfare. He only prepared a few dishes that Mo Hua liked in the restaurant in Taixu City. Mo Hua ate very happily.

After a few days of such noise, Mo Hua's heart began to settle down. After breaking through the late stage of foundation building, he had to consider the things of the late stage of foundation building.

This is how cultivation is, one hurdle after another, after crossing this hurdle, there will be many hurdles waiting for him in the future. Don't be arrogant because of temporary achievements.

Don't be anxious and lazy because of the grand goal.

Be down-to-earth, step by step, and walk the road under your feet.

Day after day, practice solidly and gain insights bit by bit, so that you can eventually wear away the stone and forge the road to immortality. It seems boring and long, but this is the real "shortcut".

Only when one's heart is as solid as a rock, with great perseverance, great hardships, and overcoming many obstacles, can one finally reach the end and become an immortal. Mo Hua calmed down and practiced hard, practiced swordsmanship, and learned formations as usual.

But a few days later, he suddenly remembered something:

"Old Ancestor Dugu, why don't you open the door and grab me to practice swordsmanship?"

Mo Hua frowned.

Before that, he spent a lot of effort to kill the God's body and cut the evil fetus.

After that, his body was damaged and he was unconscious. He was taken care of by Elder Murong for a few days.

After his injury improved, he was busy refining the essence, devouring the divine thoughts, breaking the puzzle array, and breaking through the bottleneck. He was busy and had no time to care about other things. When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that the seven-day period had passed, and Old Ancestor Dugu had not found him yet.

"Has the ancestor forgotten about this?"

The ancestor is already very old, and it is unknown how many years he has lived. It is normal for him to have a bad memory and forget things occasionally. Mo Hua waited patiently.

But after waiting for several days, two "seven-day periods" have passed, and the disciple is still in the middle, but there is still no movement. There is no void crack, no skinny big hands, nothing.

"Does the ancestor... not want to teach me anymore? Or, has something happened to him?" Mo Hua frowned slightly. He stretched out his finger and drew in the air

What a pity.

He has just built his foundation and cannot tear open the void crack.

He can't go to the back mountain, can't see the ancestor Dugu, and can't ask the ancestor what happened. Mo Hua is worried about this.

He feels that the ancestor has the grace of "teaching and imparting knowledge" to him. Now the ancestor's situation is uncertain, and he should do something for the ancestor. Therefore, during the day, Mo Hua sneaked to the back mountain while everyone was not paying attention.

But the back mountain is a forbidden area, of course it is impossible for him to sneak in.

He was caught by the elders of the inner mountain before he even reached the back mountain.

In theory, outer disciples who enter the inner mountain privately should also be punished, but Mo Hua's situation is special. Everyone knows the legend that he is the "grandson of the ancestor", not to mention his identity as the leader of the formation, so the elders of the inner mountain turned a blind eye.

"You can't go into the inner mountain without permission. Go back early and I will pretend that I didn't see it, otherwise I can't explain..." The elder of the inner mountain was still very kind. "Yeah, I just got lost." Mo Hua said.

He was good at making excuses.

After leaving the sight of the elders of the inner mountain, Mo Hua turned around again, but he couldn't find the way to the back mountain. No matter how familiar he was with Taixu Sect, he was only limited to the outer mountain and outer sect.

The inner mountain where the inner gate is located, including the inaccessible back mountain, is not within the scope of his "exploration". After turning around for a few times, he found nothing, so Mo Hua had no choice but to go back.

If he continues to turn around and is caught by Elder Uchiyama again, it will be really difficult for him to explain.

The elder is not a fool. Turning a blind eye once is enough. If he goes too far, it will be a bit offensive. Mo Hua sighed, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

The ancient and vast Taixu Mountain is like a blue dragon, dormant at the border of Qianxue Prefecture.

The outer mountains stretch like a dragon's tail, but the back mountains are the real source of the mountains and the real "dragon head". It's just that this dragon head towers into the clouds and is hidden in the deep clouds. It looks mysterious and unpredictable. From the height, Bi Shenghan's consciousness cannot perceive anything, and even the cause and effect cannot be deduced.

Mo Hua had no idea where the Sword Tomb was, nor where Patriarch Dugu was guarding it.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that there seemed to be some formation that blocked everything, not allowing outsiders to peep, and kept the most confidential things deep in the clouds and mist, on the top of the misty mountain. "Taixu Sect may still hide many secrets...

There is even a big danger hidden...

You have to be at a high enough level to be able to get in touch with it.

Mo Hua stopped and stared at the back mountain with a deep gaze. After an unknown amount of time, he silently turned around and left along the bluestone mountain road...

The disciple is in the middle. Mo Hua sits alone.

Patriarch Dugu didn't respond, and no one gave him the "small stove" of kendo. Mo Hua felt regretful and worried at the same time.

But the back mountain is a forbidden area, and there is no way he can enter except breaking through the void.

Even now it seems that the back mountain may have been banned and the space has been locked. Even if he can really break through the void, he probably won't be able to get in. Mo Hua sighed.

"I hope that my ancestor will be lucky enough to see him again one day... Mo Hua silently wished in his heart.

After that, he could only put this matter aside for the time being and continue to think about his own cultivation. After all, the first priority of a monk is practice.

As long as a monk does not die, he must practice. A monk who does not practice life is worse than death.

"I am now in the late stage of foundation building. The next step is to get the golden elixir..."

"But I just broke through not long ago, and my cultivation is not yet strong enough. There is actually still a long way to go before I can achieve the real golden elixir." "And the golden elixir is not that simple..."

Mo Hua thought about it and realized that there were still many things that needed to be done if he wanted to form an elixir.

He is taking the path of "spiritual consciousness and enlightenment", and what he has built is the spiritual foundation. Therefore, before his cultivation can break through the golden elixir, his spiritual consciousness must first form an elixir and reach the twenty lines. In this way, once the cultivation level breaks through the golden elixir, the spiritual consciousness will be further multiplied, and even further qualitative changes will occur.

Before officially forming the elixir, the stronger the spiritual consciousness, the better.

Above the twenty lines, with each additional line, the foundation of one's spiritual thoughts becomes deeper. But now my consciousness is only a little short of the twenty golden elixirs.

But it seems that it is not something that can be "eated" by simple cultivation or "eating" evil spirits. It should require some opportunities, some enlightenment, or "eating" something special.

But how to do it exactly, I don't have the opportunity, and the ink painting is a little unclear. To form a pill with spiritual consciousness, you need an opportunity.

On the contrary, there was another problem that was so imminent that he had to consider it now: "Magic weapon!"

What is necessary to break through the golden elixir, is related to the life of the golden elixir monk, and even determines the combat power of the golden elixir realm monk to a certain extent - the natal magic weapon!

The matter of the natal magic weapon could be put off for a while before, but now Mo Hua is in the late stage of foundation building. The next step is to consider forming pills. There is really no time to put it off. If I don't think of a way, if I continue to delay like this, I'm afraid there will be no hope of forming a pill for the rest of my life.

But the problem is that it's not that Mo Hua really wants to delay, but that he really has no choice.

After much thought, he couldn't think of anything he should choose as his "natal magic weapon". Mo Hua thought for a while, then sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, and came to the Taoist monument. With a precaution in mind, he asked in a low voice: "Are you willing to be my 'natal magic weapon'?" "

Dao Monument ignored him at all.

Mo Hua secretly glanced at the "Thunder Tribulation" on the Taoist stele. Before he could speak, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​"transgressing". Using Tribulation Thunder as a magic weapon, I'm afraid he will be chopped into ashes before the elixir can be formed.

What's more, the Tribulation Thunder is not a spiritual weapon, nor can it be used as a magic weapon.

Mo Hua exited the sea of ​​consciousness again and took out the Taixu Bamboo Sword given to him by Patriarch Dugu.

This bamboo sword looks ordinary, but it contains the ancient sword spirit of Taixu Sect. It is the origin of the swordsmanship forged with the painstaking efforts of the Taixu Sect masters of all generations. "Use this bamboo sword as a magic weapon?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head.

"This is a gift from Patriarch Dugu... No, it was 'lent' to me."

What it contains is the ultimate sword style of Taixu Sect. How can I refine it into a magic weapon privately? What's more, he is not a pure swordsman.

In the world of spiritual thoughts, he relies on spiritual thoughts to transform into swords and spiritual thoughts to transform. His sword skills can be used for close combat and long-distance attacks, and may be unrivaled in power. But in the real world, his orthodox sword cultivation methods are very weak.

He does have a unique skill "sword control", but this kind of sword control, once used, will explode a spiritual sword. He can't blow up his own magic weapon...

"No..." Mo Hua shook his head. "The sword won't work, then."

Mo Hua rummaged through his storage bag and took out a copper coin.

This is the copper coin given to him by his master. Before entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he used it to judge good and bad luck. "Copper coin magic weapon?"

Mo Hua thought for a while, but still shook his head, "You can't kill, you can't defend, you can only tell fortunes, just like a 'fortune teller', what does this look like..." You can't fight with other golden elixirs, and kill with swords and magic weapons.

Fight by yourself, take out your natal copper coin, and make a fortune first...

"If you want to calculate, you can do it secretly. You can't do it blatantly. Use this as a magic weapon...

Mo Hua rummaged through the storage bag again, and there were some spiritual treasures in it, but this was not good, that was not good, he kept picking over and over, but nothing worked. He had no choice but to find someone to ask for advice.

Anyway, when he entered Qianxue State, he came to practice Taoism and study. If he knew everything, he would not worship the sect. Mo Hua first asked around his fellow juniors.

But he learned that these young juniors of his, whatever skills they practiced, what Taoist techniques they learned, and even what inherited spiritual weapons they raised, what magic weapons they forged, and what kind of golden elixirs they forged, were all members of the family, elders, and parents. It's been arranged.

All roads have been paved long ago.

They don't have to worry about anything, just follow the path and move forward step by step. Ink painting is a casual practice, let alone golden elixir. Once upon a time, foundation building was a luxury.

There is nothing we can learn from the experience of these juniors who come from "aristocratic families".

Mo Hua went to seek advice from Elder Xi again.

The teaching elder has been teaching and teaching for many years and has profound knowledge of Taoism. He actually gave Mo Hua a lot of advice. The ink painting itself has a special status, and its behavior is also lovable.

The teachers and elders in the sect, both public and private, will do their best for him and give sincere advice, for fear that Mo Hua will suffer a loss in the matter of his natal magic weapon. Some elders even reluctantly revealed some of their private inheritance methods.

But there are too many suggestions, and the ink painting is a bit overwhelming.

And the problem is that these suggestions are all based on the inheritance of profound family heritage and rich monastic resources, which is time-consuming, spiritual material, and spiritual stone. The power of the final natal magic weapon is only comparable to that of a direct descendant of an ordinary aristocratic family.

Of course, this is actually quite remarkable.

After all, the starting point of ink painting is too low. Now it is enough to make a magic weapon comparable to the direct descendants of the aristocratic family. It is enough to show that the Taixu Sect has a profound foundation in preaching.

Logically speaking, a natal magic weapon at the level of a direct descendant of an aristocratic family is considered a "luxury" for Mo Hua.

He is a casual cultivator who can overcome many barriers to cultivation. Now, like the direct descendants of the aristocratic family, he has forged a superior natal magic weapon, which can be regarded as "reaching the sky in one step". Greed is not a good thing, don't expect too much.

But the problem is that the cost of this method of casting a "natal magic weapon" is too high.

Moreover, because he was just improvising and was in the late stage of foundation building, he started cultivating the natal magic weapon. Without the long "warming and nourishing" process, the consumption of casting the natal magic weapon was higher. It would be okay if he stayed in Taixu Sect.

With the support of the sect and the ancestors, he can spend time and resources to keep his "life magic weapon" safe and sound. But Mo Hua knew his situation.

He can't stay in Taixumen forever.

He practiced in Taixu Sect to study, to practice Taoism, and to make up for his shortcomings of being a casual cultivator, lacking a Taoist vision, no Taoist connections, and a complete Taoist inheritance.

He can't stay here forever, he has more important things to do. There is still a master to save.

One day, not even long before, he will leave Taixu Sect.

Once he leaves Taixu Sect and enters Kyushu alone, he will be in a precarious and dangerous environment. There will be no stable environment and sufficient resources for him to maintain his natal magic weapon. Moreover, the natal magic weapons passed down by these aristocratic families are all prepared for geniuses with high-grade or even high-grade spiritual roots. They do not fit well with Mo Hua's roots and his cultivation methods.

Mo Hua had no choice but to ask Mr. Xun for advice.

Mr. Xun was sitting in the center of the elders, with a celestial disk in front of him. He seemed to have something to do. He hadn't slept a wink these past few days, but he still thought seriously about Mo Hua's question, and then said slowly:

"I have also considered this problem, but there has been no good solution, so I didn't mention it to you." Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting and said with some regret:

"To tell you the truth, you have already passed the optimal age for nourishing your natal magic weapon. No matter what you choose at this time, it is unlikely to be satisfactory..." I understand. "Mo Hua nodded.

"Then what do you want to ask?"

Mo Hua then asked for advice: "Old sir, which direction is better for my natal magic weapon? Is it an offensive magic weapon with a sword, a defensive magic weapon like a golden bell, an iron cloth shirt, or a magic weapon for hiding, reconnaissance, and escaping?" The magic weapon?”

Mr. Xun thought for a moment and said:

"You are a formation master. As long as you know the formations, you can know them all. In fact, you are not suitable for such a single-function magic weapon, especially a sword-type killing magic weapon."

"The life magic weapon and the monk's life are inseparable, and both will be damaged. Your physical body is already fragile, and it is unwise to 'fight' with someone with a magic weapon such as sword repair. If it fails, the backlash will be severe."

"A few formation masters will also be able to warm up a little, increase the speed of drawing formations, or improve the level of drawing formations, formation disks, or magic weapons such as formation pens."

"But this kind of magic weapon is very unpopular, and the amplification is minimal. You have a deep foundation in formations and can draw quickly, so this amplification is dispensable for you." Mr. Xun said slowly, "Therefore... instead of thinking about using magic weapons to kill or amplify formations, it is better to use magic weapons to make up for it..."

"Make up for it?" Mo Hua was stunned.

"Yes, your life magic weapon is one with your life. You can use your life magic weapon to make up for your own shortcomings." Mr. Xun nodded. "What to make up for?" Mo Hua asked.

"Your biggest problem..." Mr. Xun pondered, "is that your body is weak and your spiritual power is thin." "So the first choice is a magic weapon to replenish spiritual power."

"The second choice is a magic weapon to strengthen the body."

"If it doesn't work, learn from most formation masters and cultivate a magic weapon that hides, escapes, saves life or escapes." Mo Hua pondered, "Replenish spiritual power, strengthen the body, escape..."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, "But you have to choose what to cast specifically, I can't make a decision for you." Mr. Xun knew Mo Hua's real "background" and some of the causes and effects of him.

But he was not particularly clear about the way of Mo Hua's inheritance, especially those related to that person and that sect, which were often not measured by common sense. Mr. Xun was afraid that he would do bad things with good intentions and point Mo Hua in the wrong direction, so he could only give suggestions.

Specifically, Mo Hua had to make his own choices based on his own strange inheritance, which might be visible or invisible to people. Mo Hua nodded, "Thank you for your advice, old man. I understand."

"Well," Mr. Xun nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "If you need anything, just tell me. If you need any 'embryos', tell me, I'll go to the Taixu Gate warehouse to see if there are any suitable ones..."

Mr. Xun did his best for Mo Hua. Mo Hua said gratefully, "Thank you, old man!"

Mr. Xun looked at Mo Hua silently and encouraged him in a gentle voice, "Practice well. There are many ups and downs in practicing Taoism. Take it step by step and don't be discouraged." "Well!" Mo Hua nodded.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Xun, Mo Hua returned to the disciple residence.

Combined with Mr. Xun's suggestions, he found some Taoist classics, such as the complete list of cultivators' magic weapons, the introduction to magic weapons, and the golden elixir starting from the natal magic weapon... and so on.

But the more he looked, the more dazzled he felt and it was difficult to choose. Mo Hua couldn't help but struggle:

"What is the best natal magic weapon to choose?"