Chapter 891 Demon Sect

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...' Old Mr.
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 harassed by the demon and could only stay in the forbidden area of the Sword Tomb.
On weekdays, 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 qualifications 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. Mo Hua...'
Ancestor Dugu was stunned. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
'who?'
'Mo Hua.'
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 each other, 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 in 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.
Mo Hua...is it the same name?
Could this 'Mo Hua' be the same Mo Hua he knew?
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence...
Moreover, the 'Mo Hua' he knew had strong spiritual consciousness, but after all, he was only at 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 Mo Hua 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 Mo Hua as if it were a flower.
Ancestor Dugu fell silent.
He was certain that this Mo Hua was the one he brought to the Sword Tomb.
But this Mo Hua is a little different.
At least Mo Hua in my junior brother's eyes is a little different from what I see...
'You mean, he can win the title of Taoist 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?
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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 Mo Huas...'
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 Mo Hua and I was a little too nervous.
Mr. Xun put away the wine bottle in front of Ancestor Dugu, 'Okay, just one sip is enough. 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 left.
In the silent and solemn Sword Tomb, Patriarch Dugu sat alone.
After a moment, he frowned and muttered a name silently:
'Mo Hua...'
…
Wait until the next seven-day period.
When Patriarch Dugu broke through the void, grabbed Mo Hua in front of him, taught him swordsmanship, and tested his sword skills, he couldn't help but stare at Mo Hua with his eyes that were like a sword hidden in a dry mountain.
Mo Hua felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he asked in a low voice:
'Ancestor, why are you always staring at me?'
Ancestor Dugu looked indifferent and hesitated to speak. After thinking for a while, he finally said nothing and only said: 'You can learn the sword with peace of mind.'
'oh.'
Mo Hua silently waved the bamboo sword in his hand again and went to chop the wood on the back mountain.
The wood in the back mountain, I don't know what grade it is, is harder than stone. Every time I cut with the sword, the tiger's mouth was numb with shock.
However, Patriarch Dugu said that this is a necessary course for sword cultivation.
The important thing is not to chop wood, but to cultivate the tacit understanding between man and sword in the process of chopping wood, so that the swordsman and the sword can become one, and the man and the sword are one mind. Then when the spiritual thought turns into a sword, the sword will come into being with every thought, and the sword will be integrated into the soul. , the sword travels too empty, driving like a divine messenger, invincible.
Mo Hua thinks it makes sense.
He thought about it, although the sword moves he practiced were not very powerful in reality and were basically useless.
But in the world of spiritual thoughts such as the sea of consciousness, nightmares, and illusions, if you cooperate with your own sword-forming style, you can show off your skills.
Mo Hua knew his situation.
His swordsmanship is not good. In the past, when he used the Sword Transformation Style in the Sea of Consciousness, he just relied on the sharpness of his spiritual thoughts to chop randomly.
Because his spiritual thoughts are so strong, even if it is just a simple sword transformation, he can face most monsters with one sword.
But this kind of sword move is too crude after all.
If you have the opportunity, you still have to study, hone, and strive to improve your skills to a higher level.
In reality, that's all. He is physically weak and cannot become a master of swordsmanship.
But it's different in the sea of consciousness. He is incarnated with spiritual thoughts and holds the sword of spiritual thoughts. The sword moves he has learned can definitely be put to great use.
Therefore, even though Mo Hua couldn't damage the wood in the mountains at all no matter how hard he chopped it, he still chopped it very seriously.
If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach a thousand miles.
The seemingly grand swordsmanship is hidden in this simple move and sword.
Mo Hua looks focused and concentrated.
The sword moves he made were really inferior and could not hurt anyone at all.
But every move still filled him with all his heart.
Ancestor Dugu silently looked at Mo Huas and sighed slightly in his heart:
'The stroke of the sword is like rotten wood, but the heart of the sword is like jade...'
'Coupled with proficiency in formations and super-level spiritual thoughts...'
Ancestor Dugu looked at Mo Hua, his eyes slightly condensed, and he didn't know what he was thinking...
…
The days passed.
After the three sects merged, Taixu Sect changed a lot.
But for Mo Hua, it seems that nothing has changed.
He still practices as usual, takes classes, learns formations, and swordsmanship, and goes to teach formations as a substitute as usual. It's still the same, with a bunch of people calling him little senior brother.
It's just that he taught more disciples.
There are more disciples calling him 'little senior brother'.
Time passed, and more than a month passed. After this month of practice, Mo Hua basically determined one thing:
Within this year, he will definitely not be able to break through to the late stage of foundation building.
So far, he hasn't even touched the bottleneck.
The hanging heart of Mo Hua 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 sect's rules, rules were meant to be broken, not to mention that this was an Mo Hua.
He is the only formation leader in Taixu Sect so far.
Even if he didn't mention Mo Hua, Mr. Xun couldn't really let him repeat the grade.
After more than a month, it was time for the year-end assessment.
Mo Hua closed his eyes, kept calm, and passed the A-6-C exam, and then the year was over again.
Then comes the New Year.
This year, Mo Hua's treatment is very grand.
The head of the Shangguan family, Wen Renjia, and the Gu family personally sent an invitation to Mo Hua to attend the annual banquet.
The invitations were handwritten by the heads of the three families and delivered to Taixu Gate by Wen Renwan.
Because of Mo Hua, Wen Renwan's status in the Taixu Sect has also risen sharply. When all the elders saw Wen Renwan, they were as friendly and enthusiastic as if they had met the 'Guanyin Guanyin'.
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Taixumen even made an exception and gave her the status of 'elder guest'.
Of course, it's just status, no real power, and no need to work hard.
But this is the 'Taixu Sect' after the merger of the three sects. Although its ranking is not too high, its power has more than doubled.
This noble 'identity' is extremely precious.
Therefore, it is much more convenient for Wenren Wan to enter Taixu Gate.
She handed the gold-plated and jade-inlaid, exquisite and expensive invitation to Mo Hua, and said:
'Don't take it to heart. Go when you have time. If you really don't have time, don't force yourself to socialize. This kind of New Year's banquet is quite boring.'
Although she was born into a well-known family and married into the Shangguan family, she still had a deep friendship with the Gu family.
But Wen Renwan also knew very well that the aristocratic family had weak relationships and was a vanity fair filled with materialistic desires and intrigues.
She didn't want her Mo Huas to be stained with these too early.
I don’t want these things to affect my Mo Hua practice and learning formations.
Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and asked, 'How many delicious things are there?'
Wen Renwan was startled, then pursed his lips and smiled:
'This is the annual banquet of three families. The lavishness is bigger than before, the guests are more distinguished, and there is so much delicious food to eat...'
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he nodded: 'Then I'll go.'
Wen Renwan smiled and said, 'Okay.'
…
During the New Year's Eve, Mo Hua went to Gu's family to attend the New Year's banquet.
Mr. Xun also agreed to this matter.
He didn't let Mo Hua be exposed too much to avoid being plotted against.
But the Gu family is different. The Gu family is Qingliu, and their relationship with Mo Hua is relatively deep.
Shangguan family and Wenren family also have some connection with Mo Hua.
You can attend this annual banquet.
Let Mo Hua properly experience the treatment that a leader of the Formation Dao who has come to Qian Xuezhou and suppressed countless talented disciples should receive.
As for the Gu family, they are indeed very enthusiastic about Mo Hua.
In the past, when Mo Hua went to have dinner, he always sat at the same table as Aunt Wan, sitting slightly on the edge of the banquet.
Now, he still sits at the same table as Aunt Wan and Yu'er.
But this time, he was already next to the head of the Gu family.
Even during the dinner, Gu Shouyan, the usually serious and rigid head of the Gu family, would smile at Mo Hua and ask him pleasantly what he wanted to eat.
Shangguan Ce, the head of the Shangguan family, and Wenren Jingxuan, the head of the Wenren family, were also sitting not far away, slightly higher than Mo Hua.
Whenever he had time during the dinner, he would chat with Mo Hua.
The topics discussed were obviously carefully considered.
We often chat for a few words, and then we talk about the formation, and then we praise Mo Hua. He has extraordinary qualifications and profound knowledge in the formation, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future.
They are both family heads, and they are all human beings. They want to deliberately 'please' a young disciple with their words. Their speaking skills are really superb.
Gentle breeze and drizzle, but no water leakage.
It neither loses its identity nor appears obtrusive, but also reveals the meticulous and silent care of moisturizing things.
Even Mo Hua was in a good mood and ate several more chicken drumsticks.
Wen Renwan smiled.
Yu'er was also very happy. She followed Mo Hua's side and followed suit, holding the chicken drumsticks in her hands and chewing them.
Now no one dares to pick on him anymore.
No one dares to say that Yu'er's studies are 'bad' anymore - because the person he studies from is the leader of the Qianxue State Boundary Discussion Conference and the Formation Competition.
As long as you are an absolute genius, everything you do is right.
In this way, the guests and hosts enjoyed this dinner party.
On the other hand, in Mo Hua's hand, there was an elder Shangguan who was obviously of high status. His face looked ugly from beginning to end, almost the same color as the pig knuckles on the table.
Mo Hua quietly asked the elder's name from Wen Renwan:
Shangguanwang.
'Shangguan Wang...'
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and silently wrote down the name.
…
After the New Year's banquet, Mo Hua was full again, and then walked around the Gu family's backyard to eat as usual.
As expected, there were many elders rushing to give gifts to Mo Hua.
They are all gifts that are not too expensive, but full of heart.
Mo Hua said, 'That's so embarrassing,' but in the end, 'it's hard to refuse such kindness' and accepted them all one by one.
As he walked, Mo Hua thought of Gu Changhuai.
During the New Year's Eve banquet, I didn't seem to see much of Uncle Gu's people.
Mo Hua thought for a while and then found the study room. As expected, he saw Gu Changhuai alone, sitting at the desk, still reading the jade slips.
Gu Changhuai was a little surprised when he saw Mo Hua, 'You are actually free and running around?'
The Gu family's annual banquet was basically held for Mo Hua.
The heads of the Shangguan and Wenren families are also drunkards who don't care about drinking. They want to establish some friendship with Mo Hua in advance and form a good relationship.
But Mo Hua said casually: 'I just want to make a living.'
He glanced at the jade slips in front of Gu Changhuai's desk and asked curiously: 'Is Daotingsi very busy recently?'
'It's okay...' Gu Changhuai said perfunctorily.
Mo Hua didn't believe it.
From Uncle Gu's expression, one could tell at a glance that he must be hiding something.
Moreover, they are still busy at the New Year's banquet, so there must be something important.
Mo Hua asked: 'Are there any recent cases?'
Gu Changhuai didn't want to say anything, he wanted to prevaricate a few words, but suddenly he thought that Mo Hua is no longer what it used to be.
Mo Hua already knew a lot about many things, maybe even more than he did.
And with his curious temperament and habit of inquiring...
Gu Changhuai had a headache.
After a while, he sighed, looked around, closed the doors and windows, and sealed the formation to make sure the secret would not be leaked, and then he said solemnly:
'There is another case of exterminating a family, and this time, the action is faster and the killing is more decisive. Daotingsi has investigated... It is the work of the organized Demon Sect.'
'Demon Sect?'
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed.
(End of chapter)

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