Asking About Longevity Chapter 750

Chapter 750 Cleverness

Mr. Xun is brewing something big in his mind.

As for ink painting, I still focus on studying and practicing.

　　It will soon be 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.

 The second-grade primary falcon, he has no pressure to kill now.

 Basically one sword per sword.

 So if you kill for a long time, you will feel bored.

 At the same time, he was waiting patiently.

 Waiting for Linghuxiao to come to the door.

 In this way, he has a "swordsman genius" who can act as a "thug" for himself.

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This kind of withdrawn boy looks indifferent, but usually has a lot of inner drama.

Mo Hua sat on a big tree, took out a bottle 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 is Linghu Xiao who is wearing a light blue robe.

"coming!

Mo Hua was refreshed and stood on the tree, waving and saying 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.

 Looking at 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 the ink painting.

After the two met, Mo Hua didn't say much, asked him why he came so late, nor did he say some nonsense to him, but went straight to the topic:

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

Linghu Xiao's expression was still cold and he asked:

 “What monster to kill?”

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

 After speaking, he took the lead and walked in front.

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

“Let me 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 Linghu Xiao was a swordsman genius from Chongxu Sect after all. Mo Hua thought about it and decided that it would be better to take action himself, so as to show his importance.

 At any rate, although his life is fulfilling now, it is also quite boring.

Just take advantage of this time to make friends and have fun with Linghu smile.

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.

 The one I want to kill this time is a Kuimu wolf.

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

Kui Mulang triggered the formation, the formation exploded, and murderous intent emerged.

　　Fires and smoke were everywhere.

Kui Mulang was also seriously injured by the explosion.

 “Cut it!” Mo Hua said.

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

Kui Mulang was killed on the spot.

 The hunt for monsters is over.

Linghuxiao was stunned.

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

 Most of the time, they are 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 drawing of the sword, to the death of the monster and the fall to the ground, it only takes a stick of incense.

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

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

 Taixumen...has this always been the way to kill monsters?

Which monster can withstand being killed like this?

Linghu Xiao felt that his own 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 careful arrangements for hunting monsters, as well as Linghuxiao's powerful sword energy, another monster fell down without incident.

 The two of them 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:

“This is not a good way to hunt monsters. I won't participate next time.”

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

Linghu smiled and shook his head, "It's too tricky. It's not conducive to practicing the sword. It will also make the sword's heart numb and inert."

"Furthermore, laying an ambush in advance and relying on formations will make it more or less impossible to win."

“This goes against my swordsmanship and will make me lose the courage to face strong enemies…”

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

“Sooner or later, you will die of stupidity.”

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 for the rest of your life?"

Linghu Xiao 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, **** blood, and practice evil arts? ?”

Linghuxiao was a little silent after being asked by Mo Hua.

Although he has done a few bounties, the number of times he went out was not that many, and he came into contact with very few evil cultivators who were truly heinous.

Mo Hua curled his lips and said, "If those evil monks want to kill you, they will naturally use whatever means they have, whether it is 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?”

 The words of Mo Hua are cold and realistic.

Linghuxiao's face turned a little pale.

 After a moment, he looked at the ink painting that was a little younger than him and looked like a simple boy with only a deep gaze. He frowned and asked:

 “These things...how do you know?”

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

How could Mo Hua, a serious young monk from a sect, know these **** 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 Dao Tingsi and arrests criminal cultivators all the time and deals with evil spirits."

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

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

"So," Mo Hua said with a serious expression, "The world often says that cultivating the Tao 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... making it difficult for people to guard against."

“If you have the 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's 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 fell swoop...

As expected, Linghu Xiao's expression was extremely solemn when it came to the matter of 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."

“You must do whatever it takes to improve your swordsmanship, even if you 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.

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

Mo Hua saw that Linghu Xiao was shaken, and finally he persuaded in a gentle voice:

 “You should 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 is indeed an exciting person.

 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 in agreement:

 “Okay! I'll follow you to hunt monsters!”

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

 A single-minded swordsman is easy to deceive.

 As soon as I heard that I was going to hunt a mid-to-high-level monster, I immediately felt like a chicken.

It's just a second-level mid-level monster, which is one level stronger than the first-level monster. It also has strong blood energy and monster power, so it's a bit troublesome to kill.

 Let alone advanced ones, it is not only troublesome, but also dangerous.

 But when it comes to "drawing 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.

 So, it is not considered a painting.

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

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

It may be available in one or two months, or it may take one, two, or three years, I can't tell...

 Linghu Xiao's paintings are obviously not as colorful as ink paintings.

 He felt that what Mo Hua said was reasonable.

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

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

 I misunderstood him before.

Mo Hua is not a man without a desire to win, but rather 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 reconnaissance 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!”

Linghuxiao looked 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 praises him when he is at Chongxumen.

 Because everyone knows that he is a swordsman genius that is rare to see in 500 years.

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

 On the contrary, you will be alienated by others because of this.

 But in Taixumen, it is 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.

 Furthermore, everyone shares in this meritorious service.

 So Linghu Xiao unknowingly became the "thigh" of the monster hunter.

Taixumen's praise of him was also sincere.

Linghu Xiao mingled with the disciples of 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 making swords.

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

 Linghu Xiao is no exception.

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

Ouyang Mu is dedicated to making swords, while Linghu Xiao is dedicated to 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.

Every time he goes into the mountains now, he hangs out at the top of Taixu Gate.

Then he met a Taixu Sect disciple, and someone immediately enthusiastically pulled him into 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, everyone went down the mountain with satisfaction.

 This process is easy and natural.

Even sometimes, Linghu Xiao would 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 matter of Linghu Xiao being mixed up with the Taixu Sect was also noticed 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 Chongxumen stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said:

 “It doesn't matter, it's a good thing.”

 The elder was puzzled, "How can this be a good thing..."

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

“He mixes with Taixumen, just like a lion mixed with a pack of wolves, the lion is the leader, and the wolves are the second.”

 “With Xiao'er's talent in swordsmanship, the future will be limitless.”

 “But monks are human beings after all. If they gain the right path, they will get a lot of help, but if they get the wrong path, 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 still have to cling to Xiaoer's favor.”

Hearing this, Elder Chongxumen nodded slightly:

 “The ancestor is still thoughtful.”

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

 “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 all...”

 Elder Chongxumen was a little helpless.

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

“I asked about it... It seems that he is highly appreciated by Taixu Sect Patriarch Xun. His qualifications are not good, but he is good at learning formations..." said the elder of 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 clear 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 great power belongs to oneself."

“So, Xiao'er will still have the final say in the future.”

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

He nodded to the elder of Xumen and praised: "Ancestor is wise!"

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

 The ancestor's idea is indeed very good, but it seems to be slightly different from the actual situation.

Especially, the ancestor has never seen the disciple named "Mo Hua" with his own eyes, and has no idea how "smart" that child is.

 But if he was asked to say it, he couldn't tell clearly.

 No matter how clever you are, what can you do?

 Besides, my ancestor is busy with affairs.

Especially since the sect's restructuring is imminent, there are undercurrents surging in all the major sects, and there are many things to worry about. It is not worth wasting too much of the ancestor's time for a young Taixu sect disciple.

Therefore, Elder Chongxumen said nothing more, bowed and left.

Ancestor Chongxu was focused on other things and didn't think much about it for the moment.

 In Taixumen, Mo Hua is a little worried.

He has already made arrangements for Linghuxiao.

 But his own strength was somewhat frozen.

It seems that the fourth year is coming to an end, but his cultivation, spiritual consciousness, sword control, and formation are all stuck.

 Cultivation requires perseverance, and even those in the middle stage of foundation building cannot break through in a short period of time.

 The consciousness is stuck in the seventeenth line.

The Eighteen Marks are right in front of you, but restricted by the laws of heaven, there is a barrier in front of you that you cannot break through.

 The sword is extremely powerful, but it has gradually reached its bottleneck.

 You have to wait until you learn a new sword formation, or Xiaomu learns a new sword-making technique before you can continue to improve.

 He practices the formation every day.

Especially the Five Elements and Bagua formation, I am tired of learning it and there is nothing new for the time being.

 In addition to the Five Elements and Bagua formation, there have been no new formations to learn for a long time.

There is no way to cultivate this level, you have to grind it little by little.

Divinity may also need a little opportunity.

 What we can do now is to find some new formations to learn.

Mo Hua thought for a while and decided to ask Mr. Xun.

 “New formation?” Mr. Xun was slightly startled.

“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded, “Old sir, besides the Five Elements and Bagua formation, are there any other formations to learn?”

 “The Yuan Magnetic Formation will also work...” Mo Hua added weakly.

The only few sets of seventeen-element magnetic arrays he had in his hands were already damaged by his drawings.

Mr. Xun sighed.

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

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

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

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

 “Okay.” Mo Hua said obediently.

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

 “Ink painting.”

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

Mr. Xun asked very cautiously.

As soon as I entered the base of the foundation, there was seventeen -line consciousness.

 But Mr. Xun always feels that ink painting should be more than that.

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

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

 For example, does anyone “deliver food” to you?

 Or maybe, find another altar or something like that.

 This really depends on “chance”.

 But this kind of thing cannot be explained clearly in ink painting.

Mr. Xun's eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't know what he thought of. He nodded slightly, “I understand.”

 Mr. Xun said nothing more after that.

Mo Hua couldn't disturb him because he found that Mr. Xun always seemed to be worried recently and seemed to be thinking about something big.

But I can't get involved in these major sect-level matters, so I guess I can't help the old gentleman much.

 As long as you don't cause trouble to the old gentleman.

Mo Hua bowed and stood up to leave.

 But as soon as he reached the door, he turned around and met a man in front of him. He was wearing a robe from the Taixu Sect. He had a handsome appearance, a tall figure, and a somewhat leisurely look on his face.

 Looks like he is an elder from the inner sect.

The elder suddenly bumped into Mo Hua and was obviously taken aback, with a guilty look flashing across his face.

 It's like being caught as a thief.

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

If it weren't for the sharp sense of ink painting, we wouldn't be able to notice it at all.

Furthermore, the aura on this elder's body feels inexplicably familiar...

Mo Hua had some doubts in his heart, but he still bowed respectfully and said:

 “Hello, elder.”

The elder looked at Mo Hua with very calm eyes, as if he had never seen Mo Hua before. He just regarded Mo Hua as an ordinary disciple and nodded lightly:

"Um."

 Then he crossed the ink painting 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?”

Xiao Daotong welcomes and delivers every day, and is well-informed.

 And he was very good at ink painting, so he said:

“He is Elder Xunzi Youxun, a descendant of Mr. Xun. Now he is an elder in the inner sect. He is responsible for taking care of Demon Refining Mountain on weekdays. He occasionally comes to visit Mr. Xun..."

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

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

 “Oh…Elder Xun…”

 (End of this chapter)

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