Chapter 871 Expectations


    In the next few days, Mo Hua was a little absent-minded.


    The various experiences of the sword tomb are still vivid in my mind.


    The dark night, the desolate dry tombs, the broken swords everywhere, and the terrifying ancestors, bit by bit, often appear in his mind.


    Of course, the most important thing is that this unfathomable forbidden ancestor of the forbidden land promised to teach himself the true secret of the sword transformation!


    But Mo Hua felt a little nervous.


    He was not sure whether this ancestor would really fulfill his promise and teach himself the magical sword technique.


    "This ancestor, can''t he be lying to me, right?"


    "Probably not..."


    Mo Hua shook his head, "He is the ancestor, and he is in the cave realm, so he is not that idle. He deceived himself into playing with a little disciple in the foundation building realm..."


    "But what if this ancestor wants to break his promise..."


    Mo Hua''s brows were furrowed.


    The magical thought turns into a sword, right in front of you.


    But it seems to be far away in the sky, floating around.


    In the next few days, ink paintings were spent in this mentality of worrying about gains and losses.


    Until seven days later.


    Ink paintings are well dressed, upright, sitting in the middle of the disciples, waiting for the ancestor to "catch" him.


    But he waited and waited, but the expected void crack still did not appear.


    Mo Hua felt a little anxious, =.


    But it was still early, so he patiently waited and continued to wait.


    Finally, as midnight approached, a terrible fluctuation suddenly came.


    The void was torn apart out of thin air.


    A crack in space appeared, and a thin hand stretched out.


    This time, Mo Hua was no longer nervous, but was honest and grabbed by his big hands and pulled into the crack in the void.


    The surroundings are dark and gorgeous, the void is uncertain, and the laws are mottled.


    When I opened my eyes, the night was like ink, the bright moon was hanging high, the withered tombs and swords were everywhere, and the forest was pitch black and quiet.


    It is the forbidden area in the back mountain.


    And the Taixu Ancestor, who was sealed by numerous formations and chains, was sitting alone in the mountains.


    Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.


    It seems that this powerful ancestor did not break his promise. He really could teach himself to turn into a sword.


    The old man with a long beard was silently looking at the ink painting at this time, and another strange phenomenon of the bamboo sword engraved with the name "Ink Painting" coming back to the tomb seven days ago. In the forbidden land, the sword energy was stirred, the remaining sword buzzed, the ancient sword intent woke up, the white smoke rose in the tomb, and the sword clouds were condensed.


    "The reason why Jianzhong has smoked... is it because of this little kid?"


    The old man with a long beard looked solemn.


    Why?


    This means... the inheritance of the true art of the Divine Thought of the Sword should really fall on this child.


    This is a sign of the revival of my Taixu Sect and Divine Thoughts and Swordsmanship?


    When Mo Hua saw the old man, he saluted and said, "Hello, ancestor."


    The old man with long beard slowly spoke, "My surname is Dugu."


    Mo Hua was stunned and quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Dugu ancestor."


    The old man nodded slightly, "From today, I will tell you that your sect has been listed as the ''forbidden technique'', the secretly spread by the Taixu Sect...the true secret of the Divine Thought Transformation Sword!"


    Ink painting was refreshed, bowed his hand and said respectfully:


    "Disciple thanks for the kindness of ancestors for preaching the teachings."


    Dugu Ancestor nodded, looked solemn, and then he said straight to the point:


    "The Taixu divine thoughts turn into swords, which start from the sword and end with God."


    "Use sword to refine qi, nourish the heart, use heart to enter the soul, use soul to refine the spirit, use spirit to leave the body, and transform the divine thoughts into the sword intent, so that you can kill."


    "After the great success of cultivation, sword, energy, and spirit are one, flesh, spiritual power, and divine thoughts, all cannot be killed, evil demons, monsters, and sneaky..."


    …


    Everything cannot be killed, and nothing can be killed...


    Ink painting was shocked.


    This sword technique seems to be much stronger than I had expected before.


    "Do you understand?" Dugu''s ancestor said.


    Mo Hua nodded.


    He kept the words of Dugu Zu in his heart, and then combined with his understanding of the magical thought-turning sword he had cultivated, he thought for a moment and then slowly spoke:


    "Old ancestor, in the method of transforming swords with divine thoughts, "using swords to refine qi" means using swords, learning sword techniques, and condensing sword energy?"


    "''Use qi to nourish the heart'' means that after practicing swords for a long time, the sword energy is proficient. After being tempered day and night, there will naturally be a sword in your heart. This is to nourish the heart of the sword;"


    "And ''to enter the soul with the heart'' means to turn one''s sword into one''s appearance and integrate one''s soul..."


    Just like the practice of the Seven-Soul Blood Prison Eyes of Guishuimen, it is to use a "Punishment Prison Picture" as the heart and integrate it into the soul, so that the pupil technique can be practiced that shocks others'' minds.


    "Integrating the mind into the soul is to ''refining the spirit with the soul''."


    "If you want to exert the power of the divine mind into a sword, you will naturally have to ''the soul out of your body'' and turn the divine mind into a sword intent..."


    Ink painting is very evident.


    Dugu’s ancestor was surprised.


    This child''s understanding of the way of the soul, especially the transformation of sword energy into sword intent, was so clear that he could almost break it...


    But at the same time, he couldn''t help but suspicious and asked Mo Hua, "Have you learned it before?"


    Mo Hua felt a little nervous in his heart, and immediately shook his head and said, "No!"


    Mo Hua''s mind moved slightly, and then said, "Disciple is just... because of the way of spiritual consciousness, he has studied spiritual consciousness a lot. He has also inquired about it all over the world before and thought about it himself. Only then can he understand the basics and roughly know some principles of the magical sword..."


    Dugu Zu did not comment, but did not ask.


    "Since you can understand, I will be relieved. You are on the path of enlightenment of the divine consciousness. If you turn the sword energy into sword intent, and even if the soul leaves the body, it should be easier to learn."


    "It''s harder to leave the body, but the soul is not something you can learn now. You have to wait until the golden elixir..."


    Mo Hua actually wanted to say that he could leave his body, but thinking about it, his method of leaving his soul was still very shallow after all, and he might not be seen by people of the ancestors, so he didn''t say it, so as not to make a laugh.


    Of course, the most important thing is that his evil fetus is parasitized in the soul and is sealed by him and his soul.


    His soul is now unaware of it.


    Dugu’s ancestor didn’t know these little thoughts in Mo Hua’s mind, but continued:


    "…Your spiritual consciousness has enough foundation. If you want to practice divine consciousness and turn into swords, the biggest problem is not the divine consciousness, but the foundation of the sword path is too narrow, the sword energy is too weak, and your understanding of the sword is too shallow."


    Mo Hua whispered: "Old ancestor, can you learn to turn into a sword in a divine mind?"


    Dugu Zu asked him back, "Can you learn to run if you don''t learn to leave?"


    Mo Hua was stunned and thought about it for a while, and felt that it was right.


    But his situation is a bit special after all.


    "If..." Mo Hua said again, "Where is someone who really learned to turn into a sword with shallow sword and weak sword energy?"


    Dugu’s ancestor frowned.


    He originally wanted to say "impossible", but with his experience and knowledge, he also knows about the things in this world. Strictly speaking, nothing is impossible.


    In the middle stage of foundation building, the peak spiritual consciousness of the nineteen-patterned pattern was impossible in his previous opinion.


    But now he saw it with his own eyes.


    Thinking of this, if someone really learned to turn a sword into a divine mind when his sword is shallow...


    Not impossible.


    Although he has never seen him so far.


    But in the final analysis, if you don’t learn sword well, just want to learn to turn into swords into divine thoughts is like not growing good wings and wanting to fly into the sky.


    "Even if there is really someone who does not practice swords, he learns the sword transformation into a divine mind..." Dugu''s ancestor said with a bright look, "Then the sword intent transformed by his divine mind must be crude, and the method of divine mind sword art must be shallow. If you cannot truly enter the hall, you will not be able to exert the complete power of divine mind sword transformation..."


    Ink painting is a little guilty.


    The ancestor is worthy of being the ancestor, and he got it all.


    I have learned the sword-making style.


    But the sword transformed by divine thoughts is indeed very crude as the ancestor said.


    I also learned the Sword of Shocking.


    But this sword technique is based on and mixed with Guishuimen''s pupil technique. The two pieces are pieced together, and they do have some "blind" elements, which may not be truly brilliant.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    The way of formation is profound and profound, and it seems that the sword art is not inferior.


    It is not that easy for any monk to practice the great way, or even enter the house, and it requires a lot of effort and hard work.


    You can achieve something by just doing whatever you want.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but feel much more humble.


    But then I thought about it that I had not learned the real divine mind-turning sword, but only had the scales and claws in the east and west, and had realized some of the fur. I could have such power and kill all directions in the divine way.


    Then if one day I learned the true magical sword art, how powerful would it be?


    With the Taoist and God-turning idea that is comparable to gods, the most orthodox sword-turning technique of Taixu Sect is probably not...


    Even the real evil **** can be killed?


    Mo Hua''s heart was thumping.


    He had no idea about the evil fetus that was staying in his soul...


    Dugu Laozu looked at the ink painting and frowned slightly.


    This child sighed, lost, and didn''t know what he remembered, full of energy and anticipation.


    Are children who have the spiritual consciousness so lively?


    Is it because I have cultivated spiritual consciousness and have abundant spiritual thoughts, so I have a lot of thoughts?


    Dugu Zu was a little silent. On the other side, Mo Hua didn''t know what he figured out, so he nodded, his eyes shining:


    "Old ancestor, I figured it out. Tell me, what should I learn now?"


    Dugu''s ancestor was silent for a moment and said:


    "You should already know that the true divine mind-turning sword is not a single divine mind, but a unity of sword, qi and god, so that the maximum power can be exerted."


    "The moves of the Divine Conscious Sword Transformation include four existing ones: the Sword Transformation, the God-Shocking Style, the God-Slaying Style, and the God-Slaying Style."


    "But these divine sword styles are too early for you now."


    "Your biggest problem is that the swordsmanship is too weak, so what you need to do now is to make up for the shortcomings, deepen your understanding of the swordsmanship, and lay a solid foundation for the divine thoughts."


    "I have a book called "The First Explanation of Sword Dao", which shows my understanding of Sword Dao over the years and some methods of condensing sword energy, which are suitable for beginners to get started."


    "Take it back, take it carefully, and try to practice sword energy. Seven days later, come over again, I see how you are learning..."


    Ink paintings took over this book "The First Explanation of Swordsmanship" with a precious and respectful place, and said respectfully:


    “Thank you, ancestor!”


    Dugu''s ancestor nodded, then tore open the crack in the void and sent Mo Hua back to his disciple''s residence.


    In the forbidden area, only Dugu Zu was left.


    He pondered in his heart:


    "This child... the foundation of swordsmanship is a little weak, but he has a high understanding of the soul, and his mind is outstanding."


    "My Taixu Sect, the hope of inheriting the divine thought sword path, is it really... it is in this child?"


    The Dugu Ancestor, who was ashamed, couldn''t help but feel hope.


    But his hope was soon disillusioned.


    Seven days later.


    When he pulled the ink painting to the forbidden area again to test the achievements of his swordsmanship practice, Dugu''s ancestor''s face turned ashen.


    The knowledge and understanding of kendo, and the answers to the ink painting are flowing.


    Obviously, he read the book "The First Explanation of Swordsmanship" carefully and he was very familiar with it.


    But on the contrary, the sword energy he cultivated was so weak that it was outrageously weak.


    "You really practiced?" Dugu''s ancestor frowned.


    "I''ve practiced." Mo Hua confirmed.


    “How did you practice?”


    "It is as stated in "The First Explanation of Jiandao", you are meticulous and practice every day, from morning to night, and practice when you have time."


    "Just train like this?"


    Mo Hua looked solemn: "I am only responsible for the efforts, and the rest will be handed over to God''s will. But obviously, God''s will has let me down..."


    His practice for the past seven days is like in vain.


    No matter how you practice, the sword energy cannot be much stronger.


    However, this seems normal.


    He has a weak foundation and is not qualified for swordsmanship. He became a monk halfway through and only practiced for seven days. What kind of results can he achieve...


    Dugu’s ancestor was silent for a moment and sighed, “Forget it, take your time.”


    He also knew that learning sword skills well and building the foundation of swordsmanship is not a matter of a day or a night, and he was a little too hasty.


    Before Taixu Sect, all the monks who were qualified to be taught the sword of divine consciousness were real, one in a thousand or even one in a thousand swordsman.


    These geniuses are extremely fast to learn swordsmanship.


    The ancestor Dugu has always taught this kind of swordsmanship genius, so it is inevitable that there is some misjudgment on the progress of ordinary sword cultivation to learn swords.


    Not to mention, ink painting is not even as good as ordinary sword cultivators.


    From the spiritual root qualifications, he can even be regarded as a "stolen" of swordsmanship.


    If Taixu Sect accepts disciples according to the qualifications of sword art, and with the talent of sword art such as ink painting, not to mention the forbidden area in the back mountain, the ancestor personally gave this kind of treatment, even if he only swept the streets in front of the mountain gate and learned a move and half a stance, Taixu Sect would not accept him.


    Ink painting is also a bit embarrassing.


    He learned and practiced it, but not sword techniques, especially sword energy, can’t do it.


    He had no choice.


    Dugu Zu looked at Mo Hua silently, and did not make things difficult for him. Instead, he patiently mentioned a few words, and then said:


    "Go back and continue practicing. I will bring you here in seven days."


    "Okay, ancestor."


    Mo Hua said respectfully, but after listening to the explanation of Dugu’s ancestor, he looked a little confused.


    Dugu’s ancestor is Dongxu, and his mastery of swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle.


    In comparison, the swordsmanship of ink painting is too "novice".


    Even though Dugu Zu thought that his explanation was "basic", this was the foundation of the Dongxu Realm. In the eyes of Mohua, it was still very profound and it was a bit difficult to understand.


    But ink painting is not discouraged.


    No one is born to be born.


    Any difficult things are always to be learned.


    You may not be able to learn it, but if you don’t learn it, you will definitely not.


    Mo Hua held the book "The First Explanation of Swordsmanship" and studied it himself.


    In the forbidden area in the back mountain, only Dugu Zu was left.


    He couldn''t help but sigh again.


    "Can this child really pass on the divine thoughts into swords..."


    …


    In my spare time, in addition to learning formations, Mo Hua was reading the experience of swordsmanship and practicing sword energy at the same time.


    His understanding of swordsmanship has deepened little by little, but his control of sword energy has been slow.


    On this day, after the formation class, Mo Hua was thinking about swordsmanship, but he didn''t pay attention. Mr. Xun was already standing behind him at some point.


    Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting silently and suddenly asked, "What are you thinking?"


    Mo Hua was startled and looked up and saw that it was Mr. Xun. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He shook his head and said, "It''s nothing, I''m thinking about the formation..."


    Mr. Xun''s eyes were slightly condensed.


    He always feels that the ink paintings nowadays seem to be a little different.


    Something in him, not knowing whether it is "qi" or "cause and effect", seemed to have changed quietly in the dark.


    Of course, Mr. Xun didn''t think about it carefully.


    Especially when I saw the ink painting, I looked a little haggard, and seemed to have to study something. I had never had a good rest, and I felt a little sad.


    Mr. Xun said in a gentle voice:


    "It is a good thing to study the formation and be diligent and hard, but you should also pay attention to the combination of work and rest. Don''t work too hard, so as not to exhaust your spiritual consciousness and damage your sea of ??consciousness."


    Mo Hua was moved, "Thank you, Mr.."


    Mr. Xun nodded and turned around and left. Recently, everything has been plagued by things, and the cause and effect are mixed, and he still has a lot to do.


    Just after walking a few steps, Mr. Xun suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked Mo Hua:


    "By the way, your spiritual consciousness..."


    Before he finished speaking, he seemed to feel the deep breath of divine thoughts in Mo Hua, and Mr. Xun''s face changed.


    Before Mo Hua could say anything, he said in a deep voice: "Follow me."


    Mo Hua followed Elder Xun and left the missionary room, followed the mountain road and entered the elder''s residence.


    After entering the elder''s residence, Mr. Xun closed the door, sealed the formation, and inspired the compass to isolate some cause and effect. Finally, he asked carefully:


    "Your spiritual consciousness..."


    His voice even unconsciously brought a hint of expectation.


    Mo Hua did not hide it, and nodded, "I have become stronger again, I am already at the peak of nineteen lines..."


    Although his tone was humble, his eyebrows were still a little proud.


    Mr. Xun was suffocated when he heard this, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.


    Nineteen lines...the peak!


    "You..." Mr. Xun paused for a moment and tried his best to calm down. "I let out my spiritual sense with all my strength and show it to me."


    Ink painting releases spiritual consciousness.


    Mr. Xun confirmed with a nervous mood, then breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment, he couldn''t help but feel excited and said repeatedly:


    "Okay, okay, okay..."


    He looked at the ink painting with a burning look, and a ray of light appeared in his turbid eyes, and his long-term fatigue was wiped out.


    God really gave Taixu Sect a treasure!


    Blessed by our ancestors…


    There is finally a turning point.


    In this chess game of causality, Taixu Sect finally had a piece that was enough to reverse the world!


    Mr. Xun said, "From now on, you will stay in the sect, don''t go anywhere, and don''t do any rewards. If you want to take the courses arranged by the sect, you can just go there. If you don''t want to take it, forget it."


    "You just need to do one thing: learn the formation."


    "I will teach you personally. You must pass all the formations that can be handed over to you in the second grade, junior high school, and high school, and all the five elements and eight trigrams categories within one year."


    "This matter is more important than anything else."


    "In a year, you must integrate all these formations and learn the second-grade formation to the extreme! Become the top second-grade formation master with the strengths of various schools and the sea of ??attainments!"


    Mr. Xun''s tone was extremely solemn.


    Second-grade formation master...


    Ink painting is a little lost and shocked.


    The first time he heard Mr. Xun say such expectations, he had never seen such a solemn expression on Mr. Xun''s face.


    It seems that this matter really concerns the safety of inheritance and the survival of the sect...


    Mo Hua thought for a moment, his eyes were solemn, and his expression nodded solemnly.


    “Yes, old sir!”


    Thank you for your rewards for practicing immortality together, Wangshuili, Yeeeeeea, listening to the wind and narrating the scenery, underlined_Youth, 20230521167967~


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    (This chapter ends)