Chapter 750 Smart


    Mr. Xun was thinking about something big.


    As for ink painting, I still focus on my class and practice.


    It was soon the rest of the year.


    In the Demon Refining Mountain, Mo Hua sat on a big tree, with a spiritual sword in front of him, killing the eagle and falcon in the sky bored.


    The second-grade first-class eagle falcon, he has no pressure to kill now.


    Basically, one sword is one.


    So after killing for a long time, I feel boring.


    At the same time, he was waiting patiently.


    Waiting for Linghu Xiao to come to the door.


    In this way, he has a "sword genius" who is a "thug" for himself.


    Moreover, this swordsman genius is still able to grow and may become more and more powerful in the future.


    The ink painting waited on the tree until noon passed, and it was almost evening, and the setting sun was tilted and began to sink to the west.


    There is still no Linghu Xiao.


    "Not coming?"


    Mo Hua sighed.


    No fish caught...


    Then let’s talk about it next time.


    Mo Hua was about to pack up and went back first, but after thinking about it, he would wait for a while.


    What if this young man is having an ideological struggle?


    This kind of introverted boy looks cold, but generally has more inner dramas.


    Mo Hua sat on the big tree, took out a pot of fruit wine, and waited slowly while watching the sunset.


    Sure enough, another stick of incense was passed, and a young man appeared in the mountain path hidden in the dense forest in the distance.


    It was Linghu Xiao wearing a light blue robe.


    “Here you come!


    Mo Hua was excited and stood on the tree, waved his hand from afar and said:


    "Linghu laughs!"


    Linghu Xiao was stunned and looked up and found that in the dense forest in the distance, a young boy was waving to him on a big tree.


    From the body shape and temperament, it is ink painting.


    Linghu smiled and frowned slightly.


    At such a long distance, how did this young monk named "Ink Painting" discover himself?


    Everyone is a foundation-building monk. Is his spiritual sense so strong?


    Linghu laughed puzzled, but still took steps and walked towards Mohua.


    After the two met, Mo Hua did not talk much, and asked him why he came so late, and did not say anything about greetings to him, but went straight to the point:


    "It''s getting late, I''ll take you to kill monsters."


    Linghu Xiao looked cold and asked:


    "What monster should I kill?"


    "You will know then." Mo Hua said.


    After saying that, he took the lead in walking in front.


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


    "I tell you how our Taixu Sect killed monsters."


    Mo Hua said as she walked.


    Originally, he wanted to find someone to take Linghu Xiao through the process.


    But Linghu Xiao is a genius of the swordsmanship at Chongxu Sect after all. Mo Hua considered it and decided that it would be better to take action by himself, so that he would pay attention to it.


    Anyway, although his life is fulfilling, he is also boring.


    It just happened to take this time to make friends and have fun with Linghu laughing.


    The process of hunting demons in Taixu Sect has been studied ink painting, practiced by fellow disciples, and continuously optimized according to actual conditions. It has become very stable and mature.


    What we are going to kill this time is a Kui Mu wolf.


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


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


    Fires are everywhere, smoke and dust are everywhere.


    Kui Mulang was also seriously injured by blowing.


    "Cut it!" Mo Hua said.


    Linghu Xiao drew his sword, and a powerful sword light that was as bright as the moonlight broke out of the air and slashed directly at the wounded Kui Mulang.


    Kui Mulang was killed on the spot.


    The demon hunting is over.


    Linghu Xiao was stunned.


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


    Most of the time, it is used to find monsters, track monsters, bury traps, and set up formations.


    The real battle breaks out, from the inspiration of the formation, to the self-drawing of the sword, to the death of the monster and falling to the ground, only one stick of incense.


    In this way, it was simple, a second-grade first-level monster was hunted.


    Even so simple that he felt that he was just a "fool". He could kill monsters like this by doing it step by step...


    Taixu Sect...have always killed monsters like this?


    Which monster can withstand such killing?


    Linghu Xiao felt that his cognition had been subverted.


    Mo Hua looked up at the sky, "There is still some time left. I can kill another one. I can go back after the kill."


    Then he used his old trick again.


    Under the mature and meticulous arrangement of the monster hunting arrangement and Linghu Xiao''s powerful sword energy, another monster fell down in an ordinary way.


    The two of them stripped the materials and sold them at the mountain gate.


    "Two monsters deduct the cost of the formation, and the rest are equally divided, and one person has eight hundred merits."


    Mo Hua said, and then gave 800 merits to Linghu Xiao.


    Linghu Xiao was a little stunned.


    That''s it...


    In a short period of time, I walked around the mountains and forests, and after two or three swords, I got 800 points of merit?


    This made him feel that before, he was alone, hiding in the deep mountains and forests, full of vigilance, urging the sword heart to the extreme, fighting with monsters, and intrigue with Duanjin Gate. It took him several days, sometimes even two or three decades to kill a monster and earn more than a thousand meritorious self, like a "fool"...


    On the way back, Linghu Xiao pondered for a long time, but finally said indifferently:


    "It''s not good to hunt monsters like this. I won''t participate next time."


    Mo Hua said in confusion: "What''s wrong? Isn''t it very fast?"


    Linghu Xiao shook his head, "If you take too little tricks, it will not be conducive to practicing sword skills, and it will also make the sword heart numb and careless, and become lazy."


    "Besides, lying in advance and relying on formations is somewhat unfair."


    "This is contrary to my swordsmanship and will make me lose the courage to face a powerful enemy..."


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


    "As sooner or later, you will die of stupidity."


    Linghu was stunned, then a little angry, and said coldly: "You are stupid! What do you know? You don''t practice sword skills and don''t have the talent to be clear about swordsmanship, how can you know the pursuit of swordsmanship!"


    "What is the sword heart clear?" Mo Hua said curiously.


    Linghu smiled coldly and raised his head and said, "You don''t understand even if you say it."


    "Oh." Mo Hua looked at Linghu''s smile, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Are you planning to stay in the sect for the rest of your life?"


    Linghu Xiao didn''t understand why Mo Hua asked this, but he shook his head and said:


    “How is it possible…”


    Mo Hua said in a deep voice: "Then do you know how the monks outside the sect kill people? What methods do those sinful, evil, and demon cultivators use to collect, **** spirits, **** blood, and practice evil skills?"


    Linghu Xiao was asked by Mo Hua and was a little silent.


    Although he had made several rewards, he did not go out many times, and there were very few real evil monks who were extremely sinful.


    Mo Hua curled his lips, "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 dismembered by them. Blood was used to draw formations and meat was used to feed demons. Your ''sword heart'' was also dug out and used as medicine to induce it, and refined into an evil pill..."


    "Even the soul was eaten..."


    "At this time, do you want to reason with them? Do you want to accuse them of ''winning''?"


    "Who will pay attention to you?"


    The words of ink painting are cold and realistic.


    Linghu smiled a little pale.


    After a moment, he looked at the ink painting with a little younger age than himself, looking like a simple boy, and only had a deep gaze, and frowned and asked:


    "How do you know these things?"


    Demon cultivators dismember corpses, blood-drawn formations, feeding flesh to demons, refining elixirs in the heart, and eating the soul naturally...


    How could I know these **** things so clearly about Mo Hua a young monk from a serious sect?


    "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 it is spread, it will destroy your innocent and simple friendship between his fellow disciples.


    "This is what I am a member of Daotingsi who has been arresting criminal cultivators for many years and dealing with evil demons. The uncle named Gu told me."


    Mo Hua once again made the name "Uncle Gu" come out to fool people.


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


    "So," Mo Hua said with a serious expression, "People often say that practicing Taoism is dangerous, but we disciples of the sect actually do not realize what is truly ''sincere''."


    "These truly sinister things may be even more shameless, despicable, cruel, sinister...it''s hard to guard against."


    "If you have the naive idea of ??''victory and not martial arts'', you will definitely suffer a great loss if you really enter the world of cultivation in the future."


    "It is even possible that the spiritual sword is broken, the sword heart is polluted, the sword''s foundation is destroyed, and you will die..."


    The foundation of the sword path is destroyed by the fact that...


    When it comes to sword affairs, Linghu Xiao really looked extremely solemn.


    Mo Hua continued: "So, if you want to live for a long time, ask for immortality, and climb to the true peak of swordsmanship, you must abandon your so-called persistence."


    "You must use any means to improve your swordsmanship, even if you use external objects, you will be willing to do so."


    "You can keep living and keep getting stronger, and you can finally reach the end of the kendo!"


    Mo Hua knew nothing about swordsmanship, so he talked randomly based on his understanding of formation.


    However, the great way of the world is the same, and it should be very different.


    Linghu Xiao''s expression changed and he was thinking.


    Seeing Linghu''s smile shaken, Mo Hua finally advised:


    "You can just kill these low-level monsters, earn some merits, and improve your strength."


    "In the future, if we have time, we will find someone to form a team to kill second-grade middle-level or even high-level monsters."


    "Only by fighting with these powerful monsters and being under tremendous pressure on the brink of life and death, you can truly temper your sword heart and temper your sword skills."


    Linghu laughed so hard.


    Hunting second-grade middle-level or even high-level monsters? !


    Linghu Xiao''s eyes immediately lit up, and a strong fighting spirit burst out from his body. He nodded and agreed:


    "Okay! I''ll follow you to hunt demons!"


    Mo Hua sighed in her heart.


    A stubborn sword cultivator is easy to cheat.


    As soon as he heard that he was going to hunt middle-level monsters, he immediately injected chicken blood.


    It’s just that the second-grade mid-level monster is one level stronger than the first-level monster, and its blood and magical power is also strong, so it’s a bit troublesome to kill.


    Not to mention high-level ones, they are not only troublesome, but also dangerous.


    But when you want to draw a cake, you must always draw it a little bigger.


    And when Cheng Mo and the others have a higher level of cultivation, they have to try to kill stronger monsters.


    So, it is not considered a painting cake.


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


    Anyway, what I told Linghu Xiao was that "I have time in the future."


    Maybe you will have time in one or two months, or maybe it will take one or two years, or two years, but it is not accurate to say...


    Linghu Xiao obviously does not have as many colorful things as ink paintings.


    He thought the ink painting made sense.


    Hunt low-level monsters simply and efficiently, earn merit quickly, and improve the strength of the sword.


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


    I misunderstood him before.


    The man of Mo Hua is not that he does not have the desire to win, but is working step by step, striving steadily, and seeking a longer-term path. Linghu Xiao nodded slightly.


    In this way, Linghu Xiao can be considered "joined".


    The next day, Mo Hua asked Hao Xuan to take Linghu Xiao to hunt the demon.


    Hao Xuan is responsible for the investigation and formation, and Linghu Xiao is responsible for the killing.


    In the evening, the two of them came back. Hao Xuan said in shock: "What a strong sword energy! With a whoosh, the monster died."


    "On this day, five monsters were killed."


    "Senior Brother Linghu is indeed amazing!"


    Linghu Xiao looked faint, but after Hao Xuan praised her, she also pursed her lips slightly.


    After all, he is a boy under twenty years old. He is still very happy when he is praised by others.


    When I am in Chongxu Sect on weekdays, no disciples praise him.


    Because everyone knows that he is a genius of swordsmanship that is rare in five hundred years.


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


    Instead, they will be alienated by others.


    But in Taixu Sect, it’s not much the same.


    Everyone formed a team to hunt monsters and worked together. The stronger his sword energy, the faster the monsters would kill, and the more merits they would earn.


    Moreover, everyone has a share of this merit.


    So Linghu laughed unconsciously and became the "thigh" of the monster hunting.


    Taixu Sect praised him sincerely.


    Linghu Xiao was mixed with the disciples of Taixu Sect. Without so much calculation, he felt much more comfortable.


    In addition, there is also a special swordsman, Ouyang Mu, who repairs and maintains the spiritual sword for him.


    The inherited spirit sword is very expensive. It is not only difficult to cast, but also has great care on weekdays and repair after damage.


    Among the three gates, Tai''amen is proficient in making swords.


    Ouyang Mu is the successor of Tai''amen. Therefore, whenever a disciple of Taixu Sect has a problem with swords or spiritual weapons, he will make contributions and ask Ouyang Mu to help him practice.


    Linghu Xiao is no exception.


    After a while, the two of them became much more familiar with each other.


    Ouyang Mu is dedicated to making swords, Linghu Xiao is dedicated to cultivating swords, and his temperament is dull and introverted, so it is easier to get along with.


    In this way, after more than a month, Linghu Xiao gradually integrated into the disciples of Taixu Sect.


    Now every time he enters the mountain, he goes to the top of Taixu Gate.


    Then when he met a disciple of Taixu Sect, someone immediately pulled him to form a team enthusiastically.


    Others look for monsters and bury formations, and he is responsible for drawing the sword.


    After killing the monster, getting merits, and after being assigned according to work, they all went down the mountain with satisfaction.


    This process is easy and natural.


    Sometimes, Linghu Xiao is a little dazed.


    He had the illusion that he was actually not a cultivator from Chongxu Sect, but a disciple from Taixu Sect...


    The fact that Linghu Xiao and Taixu Sect were mixed together was also seen by the elder Chongxu Sect who secretly took care of him.


    The elder of Chongxu Sect went back to report to the ancestor of Chongxu Sect.


    The ancestor of Chongxu Sect stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said:


    "It''s okay, this is a good thing."


    The elder was puzzled, "Why is this a good thing..."


    The ancestor Chongxu said, "I am better than Taixu Sect than Xiaoer; Xiaoer''s strength is also stronger than that of the disciples of Taixu Sect."


    "When he gets mixed with Taixu Sect, he is like a lion mingling into a wolf pack, with the lion being the leader, followed by the wolf pack."


    "With Xiaoer''s swordsmanship talent, it will be limitless in the future."


    "But monks are human beings after all, and they have many helps when they have the Tao, but few helps when they have lost the Tao."


    "He was able to make friends with the disciples of the Taixu Sect, which was also a way to open up his connections, establish his prestige, and make his actions convenient in the future."


    "Even if Taixu Sect declines, they must still cling to the favor of Xiaoer."


    The elder of Chongxu Sect nodded slightly when he heard this:


    "It''s still the ancestor who thought it carefully."


    "However," the elder of Chongxu Sect was a little worried again, "He was closer to Taixu Sect, the disciple named Mo Hua."


    "This child in Mo Hua is quirky and clever."


    "Although Xiaoer was cold on the surface, she seemed to believe what he said, and she did everything..."


    The elder of Chongxu Sect was a little helpless.


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


    "I asked... I seemed to be highly appreciated by the ancestor Xun of Taixu Sect. I had poor qualifications, but I learned the formation well..." said the elder of Chongxu Sect.


    "You are learning the formation well?"


    Old Ancestor Chongxu pondered slightly, then nodded and said, "It''s okay..."


    "The formation is good, just right to assist Xiao''er."


    "Although Xiao''er is introverted, her talent for being clear-minded is there. She is not a stupid person and cannot be controlled by others."


    "And, no matter how good the formation is, it will help others. It is not as good as swordsmanship, and all the power belongs to oneself."


    "So, Xiaoer will definitely make the decision in the future."


    "And this disciple of Taixu Sect can just serve as Xiaoer''s help!"


    The elder of Chongxu Sect nodded and praised: "The ancestor is wise!"


    But even though he said that, he still had some concerns.


    The ancestor’s idea is certainly very good, but it seems to be a little subtle difference from the actual situation.


    Especially, the ancestor had never seen the disciple named "Mo Hua" with his own eyes, and he had no idea how smart the child was.


    But if he really told him, he couldn''t explain it clearly.


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


    Besides, the ancestor is busy with affairs.


    Especially with the sect reform coming soon, major sects are surging undercurrents, and there are many things to worry about. It is not worth wasting too much time for a disciple of the Taixu Sect.


    Therefore, the elder Chongxu Sect didn''t say anything more, and bowed and said goodbye.


    The ancestor Chongxu was thinking about other things and didn''t think much about it for the time being.


    …


    But in Taixu Gate, ink painting is a little worried.


    He has already arranged the matter about Linghu Xiao.


    But his own strength was a little frozen.


    The fourth year is about to end, but his cultivation, spiritual consciousness, sword control, and formation are all stuck.


    Practice requires persistence in the middle stage of foundation building, and the cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building cannot be broken through in a short period of time.


    The spiritual consciousness is stuck in the seventeen lines.


    The eighteen lines are right in front of you, but limited by the laws of heaven, there is a barrier in front of you, and you can''t break through.


    The sword-wielding power is extremely powerful, but it gradually reaches a bottleneck.


    You have to wait until you learn a new sword formation or Xiaomutu learns new sword-making skills to continue to improve.


    He practices formations every day.


    Especially the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation, I have become tired of learning and there is nothing new for the time being.


    In addition to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation, there has been no new formation to learn for a long time.


    There is no way to cultivate this, it requires a little bit of hard work.


    The spiritual consciousness may also require a little opportunity.


    All you can do now is to find some new formations to learn.


    Mo Hua thought about it and decided to go to Mr. Xun for a question.


    "New formation?" Mr. Xun was slightly stunned.


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "Old sir, are there any other formations besides the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation?"


    "The Yuan magnetic array is also OK..." Mo Hua added weakly.


    The only pairs of seventeen-patterned Yuan magnetic arrays in his hand have been painted by him.


    Mr. Xun sighed.


    Learning too fast is not a good thing. Now all the pressure is coming to him, the old man.


    But it is too early to learn some formations, ink painting now.


    Although other formations belong to the category of regular formations, they are both good and evil, and it is easy to learn something wrong.


    "I''m considering..." Mr. Xun said.


    "Okay." Mo Hua said well-behavedly.


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


    “Ink painting.”


    Mr. Xun frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then asked, "Can your spiritual sense be enhanced?"


    Mr. Xun asked cautiously.


    As soon as he entered the middle stage of foundation building, he had seventeen-stitched spiritual consciousness, which was already far beyond the cultivator of the same realm.


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


    As that person’s disciple, everything is outrageous and possible...


    Mo Hua scratched her head, "It''s hard to say, maybe it depends on some opportunity..."


    For example, is there anyone "delivered food" to themselves?


    Or, find another altar or something.


    This does depend on "opportunity".


    But ink paintings cannot clearly state such things.


    Mr. Xun''s eyes were slightly deeper, and he didn''t know what he thought of, and nodded slightly, "I understand."


    Mr. Xun stopped saying anything from now on.


    Ink painting is not convenient to disturb, because he found that Mr. Xun seems to be worried recently, as if he is considering something big.


    But I can''t even get involved in these major issues at the sect level, so I probably can''t help the old man.


    Just don’t cause trouble to the old man.


    Mo Hua bowed and stood up and said goodbye.


    But as soon as he arrived at the door, he turned around and met a man who was wearing a Taoist robe in the inner door of Taixu Gate, with a handsome appearance and a tall figure, with a somewhat leisurely expression.


    It seems that it is an elder from the inner sect.


    The elder suddenly bumped into Mo Hua and was obviously stunned, with a guilty expression flashing across his face.


    It''s like a thief was discovered.


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


    If it weren''t for the sharp spiritual consciousness of the Mo Hua, it wouldn''t have been noticed at all.


    Moreover, the aura on this elder is inexplicably familiar with...


    Mo Hua was a little confused, but he still respectfully performed the disciple''s respect and said:


    "Hello, elder."


    The elder looked at Mo Hua very calmly, as if he had never seen Mo Hua before. He just thought Mo Hua was an ordinary disciple and nodded lightly:


    "Um."


    Then he passed the ink painting and entered Mr. Xun''s room.


    Mo Hua looked at his back and was a little confused, so he called the little Taoist boy beside him and asked:


    "Who is that elder just now?"


    The little Taoist boy welcomes and sees him off every day, and is well-informed.


    And he had a good time with Mo Hua, so he told me in a lot of ways:


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


    Mo Hua was stunned, thinking about the strange but familiar figure, with a thoughtful look.


    After a moment, Mo Hua''s eyes lit up slightly and nodded meaningfully:


    “Oh…Elder Xun…”


    ?Thank you for your rewards for cultivating immortals, Huang Xiaolou and yeung172~


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    (This chapter ends)