Chapter 792: Situation (Thank you, the leader of the reward for the boss of the pharcyde ~)
“Old sir…”
Mo Hua whispered, and the sound was a little hoarse because of its dryness, as if the sequelae of spiritual thoughts had a certain impact on the body.
"Yes." Mr. Xun still used a red pen to hook something on the array paper, then looked up slightly, looked at Mo Hua and asked:
"What''s wrong?"
The ink painting’s spiritual consciousness was self-conscious, and he perceived his own sea of ??consciousness, and found that there were still "evil thoughts" of demons, which were gradually eroding the heart of Taoism, but it was already much weaker.
It seems that when I was in a coma, the sea of ??consciousness was constantly "digesting" these mottled bloodthirsty desires by myself.
"It''s much better." Mo Hua said.
Mr. Xun nodded.
Mo Hua looked at the paper in Mr. Xun''s hand, "Mr., these are..."
Mr. Xun sighed slightly:
"You have taken such a long leave and were still in a coma for two days. I can only correct these formations and lessons by myself..."
You can''t be lazy.
Mo Hua smiled embarrassedly.
Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting again, and all kinds of thoughts were found in his eyes, but in the end he was silently hidden in his eyes.
"Zi You told me about the Wan Yao Valley."
“You did a good job.”
"But don''t mention this matter to the outside world. I have instructed all the elders and disciples involved in the inner sect to prevent them from saying your ''name''."
"I also said hello to Tai''amen and Chongxumen."
"Not only you, Linghu Xiao, Ouyang Mu, and Song Jian, the names of these children, will not be told to the public..."
Mo Hua was a little puzzled, "To keep it secret?"
"Not all," Mr. Xun sighed, "It is necessary to keep confidential."
"The incident in Wan Yao Valley is a huge scandal, but it is precisely because it is a ''scandal'' that it is not appropriate to make a big deal, otherwise there will be..."
Mr. Xun paused and continued, "...Some unpredictable effects are unpredictable."
"In addition, this is for your own good."
"You are disciples of the sect. Practicing with peace of mind is the main thing. There is no need to get involved in these **** conspiracies."
"What''s more, this matter involves some demonic paths."
"If you get involved in this kind of thing, it will easily cause criticism from others. If you talk too much, it will affect your own future in the practice of Taoism, and it will not be worth the loss..."
Mr. Xun looked a little solemn.
He only mentioned it briefly.
But I roughly understand the ink painting.
Once the matter about Wan Yao Valley is spread, they will not be able to explain it clearly.
How did the three middle-stage disciples in the mid-stage foundation building, trapped in the Wan Demon Valley, which was full of evil spirits at the late stage of foundation building and even the peak of foundation building, escape from the heavens with the help of another middle-stage foundation building disciple?
This sounds like a fairy tale.
No matter how you think about it normally, it is impossible.
It is difficult for others to believe it.
Moreover, once you are trapped in a place of evil spirits and have you ever been with the demon cultivation every day, have you ever taken evil pills, eaten human flesh, practiced demon techniques, and cast evil swords when you are threatened or tempted?
This will cause unreasonable suspicion.
People''s words are terrifying.
Once someone who is interested spreads rumors and slanders behind his back, he will add fuel to the fire, throwing dirty water on his own and three of them will become tigers, and it is impossible to prove his innocence.
Everyone asked you to have a caesarean section and self-examination, but in fact they didn’t care whether you were innocent or not.
It’s okay for me to be a casual cultivator and have a good relationship with my fellow disciples, so I’m not afraid of these rumors.
He doesn''t care about the slander of other sects.
But the other few people are different.
Linghu Xiao is a swordsman genius from Chongxu Sect.
Although Ouyang Mu is inconspicuous, he is also the direct descendant of the Ouyang family and has an outstanding brother.
Moreover, the two of them are either withdrawn or dull, and their relationship with their classmates is not good, and they don’t know how to speak.
Once someone spreads rumors, I guess I won’t even say something about defense.
And Song Jian…
Oh, Song Jian doesn’t care.
Ink painting suddenly came to an eye.
He always thought that he was an unknown little disciple and was not famous, and others would not care about him, so he never considered such a thing.
Now that Mr. Xun mentioned, he realized that sometimes he harmed people, there was no need to use a knife or a gun, nor did he need facts, and it was enough to "produce rumors".
Mo Huazheng nodded with a key point, "Old sir, I understand, I''ve troubled you."
Mr. Xun nodded.
Smart kids are good...
With a little bit of a word, he will understand it himself.
Mo Hua whispered again: "Old sir, how will the matter in Wan Yao Valley end?"
He was very curious.
In the Qianxuezhou area where there are many sects and a prosperous academic style, we build strongholds, nurture demons and cultivators, and lure disciples into the evil path.
The Broken Golden Gate has been stabbed so much, no matter how much it is, it is impossible to cover it.
Mr. Xun wanted to speak but stopped, but suddenly he was slightly stunned and asked about the ink painting:
"What do you think?"
Mo Hua was stunned, "I think?"
Mr. Xun nodded, "If you were the ''ancestral ancestor'' of various sects in Qianxuezhou, what do you think you would do? If you were a senior leader of the Dao Court, what would you do?"
Mo Hua frowned and followed Mr. Xun''s thoughts:
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Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting and his eyes became a little complicated.
Mo Hua noticed Mr. Xun''s gaze, was slightly stunned, a little uncertain, and asked softly: "Old man, am I wrong?"
Mr. Xun sighed: "Yes."
A qualified "ancestor" does consider the problem in this way.
Mr. Xun asked again, "What about your own perspective? What did you think before?"
Mo Hua was stunned, and then said a little embarrassedly:
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"You must learn to stand on top and look down from the perspective of the ''ancestral ancestor''."
"But I don''t hope that you will only become such a condescending ''ancestral'' in the future..."
Mo Hua''s eyes trembled and he nodded slowly. "Okay," Mr. Xun''s tone relaxed, and sighed, "I''m old, and when I''m not careful, I''ll nag more." But Mo Hua said solemnly:
"Thank you for your teachings." Mr. Xun''s brows moved slightly and his eyes were soft.
"By the way, old man," Mo Hua suddenly blinked, "Where is our Taixu Gate, there is no oil or water?"
Mr. Xun was stunned, and then smiled, "I am also the ''ancestral''. How could I let this oil or water be squeezed by others?"
After Mr. Xun finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Hua and said calmly:
"From now on, you can take out all the things that broke the Golden Gate in your hand, whether it is the sword technique or the sword formation."
Mo Hua was slightly stunned, and then he realized that Mr. Xun might know everything.
But it seems normal.
Elder Xunziyou stared at him, and he could not have known these common methods he used.
He knew, and Mr. Xun naturally knew.
Ink painting is still a little uneasy:
"Can you really use it... I''m so stingy..."
"Just use it with confidence," said Mr. Xun. "Ban Kinmen and I, Taixumen, adhere to the original intention of ''abandoning the idea of ??abandoning the door and exchanging the method of practicing Taoism'', and exchanged some inheritances with each other."
"In the inheritance of their town sect, some of the first and second grades of sword techniques and sword formations have entered the library of my Taixu Sect."
“Exchange inheritance?”
Mo Hua was a little surprised, and then asked, "Then what kind of inheritance did our Taixu Sect give to Duanjin Gate?"
Mr. Xun disdained: "Who will remember the pile of shabby magic on the street..."
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment.
Well, it turns out that it is "communication".
"Then...is there only the introductory sword technique?"
Mo Hua asked in a low voice again.
He felt that the Broken Golden Sword Technique or the Broken Golden Sword Formation in his hand seemed to be the inheritance of the Broken Golden Gate "Introduction".
He now carries these inheritances, and feels that he is even more "directly" than some direct descendants of Duan Kinmen.
"It''s enough to get started," Mr. Xun said confidently, "You only learn the ''introduction'' and are better than them."
"No matter how good their inheritance is, if they don''t work hard, they can''t learn from you, and there is nothing they can do."
Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed, but she probably understood.
This is an "excusation".
The tricks of breaking the Kinmen on him have a origin and a statement. The facts are actually not important.
Mr. Xun thought for a while and then reminded:
"This matter is too much involved. It blocked all the rumors and rumors to the outside world. There is no wind or wave on the surface, but there is undercurrent behind the scenes."
"The Dao Ting, the four major sects, and a number of sects, especially the Duanjin Gate, and even the three sects of Taixu Taia Chongxu, are fighting openly and conspiring to each other until the dust settles, and they will probably not stop."
"So, you should keep a low profile during this period and don''t show any slightest."
"As for taking leave, if my fellow disciples ask, you will say that I gave you an errand, letting you go out to the far side and draw a formation for seven or eight days."
"As for the specific reasons..." Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting meaningfully, "You can edit it yourself, you should be familiar with this."
"I''m not very familiar with it either..."
Ink painting said guiltily.
Mr. Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not pursue the matter, but looked solemn and asked the last question:
"Did your divine thoughts have been infected with some evil spirits in the demon refining map?"
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded slowly.
To be precise, it is "eating", not dyeing.
But even Mr. Xun did not think about this.
"Contaminated" evil spirits, which is already a very bad situation that he can imagine.
He had never seen it with his own eyes, so he could never imagine how "brutal" the ink paintings in a state of divine consciousness would be.
"It''s stained with evil spirits..." Mr. Xun frowned.
"It''s okay," Mo Hua said, "Old sir, I meditate and meditate, and gradually I can purify these evil thoughts."
"Meditation?" Mr. Xun was stunned and his heart moved.
Could it be...that human-telling meditation technique?
Mr. Xun pondered slightly and nodded:
“Okay.”
But he was still a little worried, so he took out a golden-edged sandalwood from the storage bag and a simple scroll in jade box.
"This calming fragrance is the best. It is lit when you meditate to help you concentrate carefully and abandon distracting thoughts."
“As for this picture…”
When Mo Hua saw this picture, he felt a sudden laugh and blurted out:
"Visualization picture?!"
Mr. Xun raised his eyebrows, which was a little surprised, but it seemed not surprising, "Have you seen the visualization picture?"
"Well, I''ve seen some." Mo Hua said honestly.
Mr. Xun was slightly surprised when he heard this.
Have seen "some".
More than one picture?
"At a young age, I have quite a lot of experience..."
Mr. Xun thought to himself.
"Since you know, I won''t say much. This visualization picture is a treasured divine thing in my Taixu Sect. Don''t open it casually, especially in front of outsiders."
"You go back to your disciple''s residence, light the incense, and then open the picture. Visualizing this picture will be beneficial to your spiritual thoughts."
"In this world, there are not many truly ''clean'' visualization pictures, please look at it and cherish it."
Mo Hua was a little flattered and said, "Sir, have you given me such a valuable thing?"
Mr. Xun was speechless and glared at Mo Hua with annoyance:
"What does it mean to ''give'' you? It''s a temporary loan to you. After you finish reading it, your spiritual sense has been restored, and you will return it."
"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded.
Let it be better to have it than not.
Mr. Xun handed the visualization picture to the ink painting.
The ink painting was taken solemnly.
Just as Mo Hua took over, Mr. Xun suddenly felt a sudden thrill in his heart, and he felt like "sending a sheep into the tiger''s mouth".
His hand froze and he held the visualization diagram, but he didn''t let go.
Mo Hua continued to visualize the picture with both hands, but saw that Mr. Xun did not let go and was a little confused, "Old sir?"
Mr. Xun came to his senses, looked at Mo Hua subtly, and hesitated for a moment before he said earnestly:
"Remember to return it."
"My million, don''t mess with me..."
"Yeah." Mo Hua agreed, "Old sir, don''t worry."
Although no one has been seen by you or visualized by yourself so far, you can still be "intact".
But those are all visualizations of others.
And there are all little ghosts and corpses in the picture, and none of them are good.
The ones from my own sect will definitely be different.
After obtaining the guarantee of ink painting, Mr. Xun no longer hesitated and temporarily handed over the visualization to ink painting.
The ink painting was taken solemnly and the precious place was collected.
After that, Mr. Xun gave a few more words, then stood up and prepared to leave, and said before leaving:
"After these days, carefully recuperate and go back to class after getting better, but remember to make up for the homework you have lost."
"Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don''t advance, you will retreat. You must not be lazy."
"Okay, old sir." Mo Hua said well-behavedly.
“By the way…”
Mr. Xun had already gotten up, and finally looked at the ink painting, remembered another thing, hesitated for a while, and confirmed:
"Your spiritual sense is stronger?"
Before the ink painting, I was lying on the bed, disturbed by evil spirits, and my mind was weak, so my breath was not obvious.
After chatting with him for a while, Mr. Xun clearly felt that the spiritual consciousness of ink painting was obviously deeper and more concise than before.
"Well, my spiritual sense accidentally broke through again..." Mo Hua said.
Despite his expectations, Mr. Xun''s heart was still thrilled.
Breakthrough again.
My cultivation has not increased much, but my spiritual consciousness has been breaking through. Sure enough...
"well,"
Mr. Xun nodded happily.
In this way, I am one step closer to my arrangement.
What I thought was impossible before seems to have turned around now.
Mr. Xun was very comforted and said with great expectations:
"You have a good rest. When you have no problem with your spiritual consciousness, come to me again. I will teach you the eighteen-patterned formation..."
But Mo Hua shook her head, "It''s not the eighteen lines."
Mr. Xun was stunned.
"I was accidentally made a little more breakthrough..." Mo Hua whispered, "Now it''s nineteen-tatto..."
nineteen…
Mr. Xun felt his chest suffocated and almost didn''t breathe.
Nineteen lines of spiritual consciousness?
From seventeenth to nineteenth, two realms were broken in one breath? !
Mr. Xun took a deep breath, his eyes full of incredible.
As soon as the cultivation level reaches the middle stage of foundation building, the spiritual consciousness has already reached the level that is almost at the peak of foundation building?
The boy surnamed Zhuang... Where did he find such a disciple who is not visible but has such a "heavenly" talent?
?Thank you for the reward of the leader of the pharcyde ~
??Tears are even more.
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Also, if you are interested, you can read it~
?? "Ascending the Immortals"
??【Mortal Abortion】【Indigenous people】【Systemless】
??A ordinary rural boy took the opportunity to go on a fairyland by chance.
??How can he overcome all obstacles on the road to immortality with mediocre qualifications?
Looking back thousands of years later, it is already-
??万道登仙，独踏青云！
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(This chapter ends)