Chapter 891 Demon Sect


    Taixu Gate, back mountain.


    Mr. Xun, carrying a pot of wine, slowly walked into the forbidden area of ??the back mountain, and walked into the sword tomb with murderous intent and withering sword energy.


    In the sword tomb, Dugu''s ancestor was still like a lonely stone on the top of a cliff, sitting still in the wind and rain.


    Mr. Xun put the wine pot in front of Dugu''s ancestor and spoke:


    "Senior brother, today I''m very happy and have a drink."


    Dugu''s ancestor slowly opened his eyes, his eyes slightly condensed, and he said incredible:


    "The three sects... are they really merged again?"


    "Yes..." Mr. Xun was relieved, "It''s merged again, and now it''s another family... It''s a pity that that name is too lucky to be used anymore."


    Then he looked a little sad.


    These old antiques are still very affectionate about the names of their ancestors.


    Dugu''s ancestor looked complicated, and then he silently looked at Mr. Xun, his voice dry and said:


    "Junior brother, thank you for your hard work..."


    The three sects merge, and the matter is very important and there are many 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. It is open and secret, and I don’t know how much effort it takes or how much effort it takes.


    And he was invaded by the demons and could only guard the forbidden area of ??the sword tomb.


    If there is no disorder in daily life and abnormal cause and effect, in order to adhere to his original intention, he will not even release his spiritual consciousness.


    Completely, it is just a "blind man" and a "deaf man". He knows nothing about things outside the sword tomb and cannot help.


    All the burden naturally fell on his junior brother''s shoulders.


    This junior brother Xun, who was taciturn and had an average swordsmanship qualification, has become the real reliance of Taixu Sect when he was young.


    On the contrary, this swordsman genius with extraordinary swordsmanship and high expectations is now buried alive in the sword tomb like a useless person.


    He failed the cultivation of Taixu Sect and also dragged down his junior brother.


    Dugu’s ancestor was in a lot of thought, but they were all hidden in his heart and never said it.


    He looked at the wine pot in front of him again and shook his head:


    "The demon is in trouble, I can''t drink..."


    "Don''t worry, I''ve added water to you, it''s okay to take a sip," said Mr. Xun, "Just treat it as celebrating the three sects, and the mirror is back together."


    Dugu’s ancestor was silent.


    Mr. Xun sighed and said with nostalgia: "This is sake, it was brewed by Master back then, and I have kept it until now."


    Dugu’s ancestor was moved when he heard this, and then he picked up the wine pot and took a sip.


    After drinking, he frowned, "Are you lied to me? This was not brewed by the master."


    Mr. Xun nodded and said, "Master has left some wine, and I will continue to brew it."


    "Sure enough, the wine you brew doesn''t taste good, so it''s better not to drink it."


    "It''s not that I really let you drink, but today the three sects merge to celebrate and taste..."


    Dugu’s ancestor put down the wine pot, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said:


    "How did Ouyang and Linghu agree to this matter?"


    The "boy" mentioned by Dugu Zu refers to the Ouyang ancestor of Tai''amen and the Linghu ancestor of Chongxumen.


    These two people are younger than him in their seniority, and they are promoted to Dongxu later than him.


    Mr. Xun said: "The secrets of heaven are dark, the cause and effect change, and the future is uncertain. In addition, the two sects are difficult to protect themselves, so they can only seek change and survive. Therefore, the opportunity for these three sects to merge will naturally be... "


    "Of course, there is another important reason, that Tai A and Chong Xu are willing to rebuild the mountain gate with my Tai Xu as the leader."


    Mr. Xun said in a deep voice, "In this conference on Taoism, I, Taixu Sect, have won the first place in the formation!"


    "The first place in the formation?"


    Dugu Ancestor was stunned and said in surprise: "How can I get the first place in the formation in Taixu Sect?"


    The first in the sword debate, he can believe it for now.


    But formation first?


    What is the Taixu Gate?


    The ancestors didn’t have this foundation at all…


    "Who got it?" asked Dugu Zu.


    Mr. Xun said with gratitude: "You shouldn''t know this child, senior brother. He was not from my Taixu Sect, nor was he a child of a prominent family. He was forced into my Taixu Mountain Gate by someone else, and he was called Mohua..."


    Dugu''s ancestor was stunned. He almost suspected that something had happened to his ear.


    "who?"


    “Ink painting.”


    Mr. Xun repeated it again, with a look of emotion: "It is also a blessing from the ancestors. If this child had not fallen from the sky and fell into my Taixu Sect, let alone the convergence of the three sects, it would be difficult to survive the straits of the Taoist Conference..."


    As he spoke, he suddenly saw that Dugu''s ancestor looked strange. His heart moved and his eyes slightly condensed:


    "Senior brother, this kid... do you know him?"


    Dugu’s ancestor’s heart was shocked.


    Not only did I know him, I also taught him swordsmanship...


    It is difficult for him to say such words, but he doesn''t bother lying, just looking indifferent and not saying a word.


    Mr. Xun was slightly stunned. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head first.


    "How could senior brother know Mo Hua?"


    "Senior brother was injured by the demon, and was trapped by Taixu in the divine lock. He sealed his physical divine mind and was trapped in this forbidden area of ??the sword tomb. He has never gone out for so many years."


    "That child Mo Hua can''t run to the back mountain. This is a forbidden area. Even if he wants to come, he can''t come."


    "What''s more, Mo Hua draws formations under his nose every day, and with practice, in class, where can I run to the back mountain?"


    A ancestor and a little disciple.


    The two have no blood relationship and no family involvement.


    There is no cause and effect at all, how can we recognize it?


    Mr. Xun said in his heart.


    Dugu Zu was also a little confused.


    Ink painting...is it a duplicate name?


    Could this "ink painting" be the ink painting he knew?


    Otherwise, why would it be such a coincidence...


    And the "Mo Painting" he knew had strong spiritual consciousness, but he only had the middle stage of foundation building cultivation, and he looked innocent and cheerful, not very much like a "formula master".


    Dugu’s ancestor’s eyes flashed slightly and he asked, “What does this ink painting look like and what is its origin…”


    Mr. Xun did not doubt that he was, and began to express his praise and describe the image of the ink painting in his heart:


    "I am not old, in the middle stage of foundation building, and I look handsome. The more I look at it, the more I like it, I have a little poor spiritual roots, but I have a high understanding, diligence, hardworking, hardworking, motivated, extraordinary in Taoism, neither arrogant nor discouraged, polite, and very sensible..."


    Mr. Xun praised the ink painting like a flower.


    Dugu’s ancestor was silent.


    He was sure that this ink painting was the ink painting he had pulled to the sword tomb himself.


    But this ink painting is a bit different.


    At least the ink paintings in the eyes of my junior brother are a bit different from those in my eyes...


    "You mean, he can win the leader of the Tao in the middle stage of foundation building?"


    "yes."


    Dugu Ancestor frowned, "Doesn''t this mean that he can draw the nineteen-patterned formation in the middle stage of foundation building?"


    Mr. Xun nodded and looked relieved.


    This time he opened his eyes to the Qianxuezhou community. Now, it has also opened his eyes as his senior brother.


    "Yes," Mr. Xun nodded and said, "In the middle stage of foundation building, the peak spiritual consciousness of the nineteen-patterned pattern, and this spiritual consciousness has been extremely deep and extremely solid through countless trials of drawing formations..."


    Dugu’s ancestor’s pupils shrank slightly.


    He knew that Mo Hua had a deep spiritual sense, and he also knew that his spiritual sense was beyond the level.


    But the super-level spiritual consciousness can still learn difficult formations, which means that he is not only talented but willing to work hard, but also shows that he is very proficient in the use of spiritual consciousness.


    Moreover, the foundation of spiritual consciousness is much deeper than you imagined.


    "After saying this, could he really find another way and learn the true secret of the magical thoughts turning into swords?"


    Dugu’s heart trembled, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.


    What else did Mr. Xun want to say? He saw the expression of Dugu’s ancestor, especially the light in his eyes.


    Mr. Xun was silent and his eyes calmed down.


    He looked at Dugu Ancestor silently and said solemnly:


    "Senior brother, aren''t you thinking about... teaching this child to turn into a sword with divine thoughts, right?"


    The brothers and brothers have gone out together. After so many years of friendship, how could Mr. Xun not know his senior brother''s obsession and how could he not see his thoughts?


    Dugu’s ancestor was silent.


    What can he say?


    He can''t say that I''ve taught you...


    Mr. Xun''s face was pulled down, "Senior Brother, don''t forget that the Taixu Divine Thought Transformation Sword True Art has been listed as a forbidden technique by the sect. No one can teach it, and no disciple can learn it."


    "In recent years, because of this divine sword inheritance, are there still few disciples who have died, injured or been abolished?"


    "Senior brother, I know your obsession. This supreme sword technique is covered with dust. You are unwilling to accept it, but this sword technique can''t be passed on anymore."


    “Especially ink painting…”


    Mr. Xun''s face was extremely serious, "No matter how strong his spiritual consciousness is, no matter how good his spiritual consciousness is, he cannot teach him the true secret of transforming swords!"


    "His path is the path of the formation master! In the future, this child is destined to become a master of formation who is arrogant and accomplished in the sky!"


    "This is related to the future of my Taixu Sect."


    "If he is curious for a moment, learns the sword of divine consciousness, destroys the sea of ??consciousness, and hurts his soul, it will be a huge loss!"


    "This seedling must not make any mistakes!" Mr. Xun said firmly in his tone.


    Dugu Zu said lightly: "I understand."


    Mr. Xun frowned, "Senior Brother, do you really understand?"


    Dugu’s ancestor raised his eyebrows, “Don’t let me say it again?”


    Mr. Xun didn''t mention it anymore, but thought about it for a while and felt a little relieved.


    Senior brother is not a person who does not matter how important it is.


    What''s more, with the arrogance of his senior brother and his picky eyes, he had never even seen Mo Hua for no reason. How could he really think about teaching a foundation-building disciple the Divine Thought Sword Technique?


    I must have been thinking too much...


    Of course, it may also be related to ink painting, and I am a little too nervous.


    Mr. Xun put away the wine pot in front of Dugu’s ancestor, "Okay, a sip is enough. I won’t disturb you from purifying you."


    "Let''s go." Dugu Zu waved.


    Mr. Xun stood up and left, but after walking a few steps, he frowned again and turned around to stare at Dugu’s ancestor.


    Dugu Zu asked, "What else is there?"


    Mr. Xun shook his head, "It''s okay, I just think..." He looked at the Dugu ancestor several times and said, "Senior Brother, you seem to have changed a little."


    "Has it changed?" Dugu''s ancestor stopped.


    "Yeah." Mr. Xun thought for a while and said, "I''ve become cheerful..."


    And...it''s a little "live"?


    I talk more and have more emotions than before.


    It''s like being "infected" by something, it''s vaguely and a bit familiar...


    Dugu’s ancestor turned dark and said coldly: “Is there anything wrong? If it’s okay, leave quickly, I’m going to take care of myself.”


    Mr. Xun shook his head, "Senior brother, take care of yourself."


    The three sects have just merged, and there are many things to do, so he really doesn’t have much free time.


    Mr. Xun left.


    In the quiet and solemn sword tomb, Dugu’s ancestor sat alone.


    After a moment, he frowned and silently muttered a name:


    “Ink painting…”


    …


    Stay until the next seven-day period. When Dugu’s ancestor broke through the void, grabbed Mo Hua in front of him, passed on his sword skills, and took his sword skills to take the exam, his eyes that looked like a sword hidden in a dry mountain could not help but stare at Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua was a little uncomfortable being stared at, and then asked in a low voice:


    "Old ancestor, why are you always staring at me?"


    The Dugu ancestor looked indifferent and wanted to speak but stopped. After thinking about it, he still didn''t say it, just said, "You can learn the sword with peace of mind."


    "oh."


    Mo Hua silently waved the bamboo sword in his hand and cut off the wood on the back mountain.


    The wood in the back mountain was harder than the stone. Every time I cut a sword, the tiger''s mouth was numb.


    However, Dugu Zu said that this is a necessary course for sword cultivation.


    What is important is not cutting wood, but in the process of cutting wood, cultivate the tacit understanding between man and sword, and cultivate the sword hand as one, and the human sword is one mind. Therefore, when the divine mind turns into a sword, a thought moves, the sword will be born, the sword will merge into the soul, the sword will travel to the Taixu, and drives like a divine envoy, invincible.


    Ink paintings make sense.


    He has considered it, although the sword moves he practiced are not powerful in reality and are basically useless.


    But in the world of divine thoughts such as sea of ??consciousness, nightmare, and illusion, you can show your skills with your own sword-transforming style.


    Mo Hua knows his situation.


    His sword skills were not good. In the past, he used the sword-transformed style in the sea of ??consciousness, and he simply relied on the sharpness of his divine thoughts and chopped randomly.


    Because his divine consciousness is too strong, even if he is just a simple sword-transforming style, most of them can have one sword in the face of most demons.


    But this kind of sword move is too crude after all.


    If you have the opportunity, you still need to study and hone your skills, and strive to go to a higher level.


    It''s fine in reality, but he is weak in body and cannot become a master of sword cultivator.


    But it is different in the sea of ??consciousness. He uses divine thoughts to incarnate the sword of divine thoughts. The sword moves he learned will definitely come in great use.


    Therefore, even though the ink painting can''t hurt the slightest bit of the wood in the back mountain, he still chops it very seriously.


    No way to reach a thousand miles without taking a single step.


    The seemingly grand sword art is hidden in this simple move and sword.


    Ink painting is focused and focused.


    The sword move he chopped out was really inferior and could not hurt anyone at all.


    But every move and gesture still filled his entire mind.


    Dugu Laozu looked at the ink painting silently and sighed slightly in his heart:


    "The sword move is like a rotten wood, but the sword heart is like a rough jade..."


    "In addition to being proficient in formations, the divine mind is super level..."


    Dugu’s ancestor looked at the ink painting, his eyes slightly condensed, and he didn’t know what he was thinking...


    …


    Days pass day by day.


    After the three sects merged, the Taixu Sect changed a lot.


    But for ink painting, it seems that nothing has changed.


    He still practiced as usual, in class, learning formations, and learning swordsmanship, and teaching formations as usual. It was the same, and a bunch of people called him senior brother.


    But he taught more disciples.


    There are more disciples who call him his junior brother.


    Time passed, and more than a month later, and after this month of practice, ink painting has basically confirmed one thing:


    This year, he will definitely not be able to break through the later stage of foundation building.


    Until now, he hasn''t even touched the bottleneck.


    The heart hanging in Mo Hua finally died peacefully.


    He had to go through the back door.


    Mr. Xun also fulfilled his promise and did not allow him to remain in his rank.


    Although this decision breaks the rules of the sect, the rules are originally used to break them, not to mention that this is ink painting.


    It is the only leader of the formation path so far in Taixu Sect.


    Even if the ink painting is not mentioned, Mr. Xun cannot really let him resign.


    After more than a month, the year-end assessment was held.


    Mo Hua closed her eyes and was steady. She got the first and sixth grade exams, and then this year was over again.


    Then it’s the New Year.


    This year, the treatment of ink paintings was very grand.


    The Shangguan family, Wenren family, and Gu family head personally sent an invitation to invite Mo Hua to attend the New Year banquet.


    The invitation was written by the heads of the three families and then sent to Taixu Gate by Wen Renwan.


    Because of ink painting, Wen Renwan''s status in Taixu Sect has also been improved linearly. When all the elders saw Wen Renwan, they were very cordial and enthusiastic as if they had met "Tao Sending Guanyin".


    Taixu Sect even made an exception and gave her the identity of a "guest elder".


    Of course, it’s just identity, no real power, and no need to work hard.


    But this is the "Taixu Sect" after the convergence of the three sects. Although the ranking is not too high, its power has expanded by more than twice.


    This precious "identity" is extremely precious.


    Therefore, it is much more convenient for Wen Renwan to enter Taixu Sect.


    She handed the exquisite and precious invitation to the ink painting, but said:


    "Don''t take it to heart. Go when you have time. If you really don''t have time, you don''t have to force yourself to socialize. This kind of New Year banquet is quite boring."


    Although he was born in Wenji''s family, he married into the Shangguan family and had a deep friendship with the Gu family.


    But Wen Renwan also knew very well that aristocratic family had weak relationships, a fame and fortune market with material desires and intrigues.


    She doesn''t really want ink painting to get these too early.


    I don’t want these things to affect the practice of ink painting and learning formations.


    Mo Hua pondered for a moment and asked, "How delicious are there?"


    Wen Renwan was stunned, then smiled:


    "This is the New Year banquet of the three families. The show is bigger than before, and the guests are more noble. There are so many delicious foods that can''t be finished..."


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and he nodded, "Then I''ll go."


    Wen Renwan smiled and said, "Okay."


    …


    During the New Year Festival, Mo Hua went to Gu''s family to attend the New Year banquet.


    Mr. Xun also agreed to this matter.


    He did not let Mo Hua show up too much to avoid being plotted against.


    But the Gu family is different. The Gu family is a clear stream, and their friendship with ink painting is quite deep.


    The Shangguan family and the Wenren family also have some connection with ink painting.


    You can attend this New Year’s banquet.


    Let the ink painting experience appropriately. The leader of the formation that is highly regarded by Qianxuezhou, which is the leader of the formation that is overwhelming countless talented disciples, should be treated.


    And Gu''s family is indeed very kind to ink painting.


    Before, Mo Hua went to have a meal with Aunt Wan, and sat on the side of the banquet at a slightly edge.


    Now, he is still at the same table with Aunt Wan and Yuer.


    But this time, it is already next to the head of the Gu family.


    Even during the meal, Gu Shouyan, the head of the Gu family, who has always been serious and rigid, would smile at Mo Hua and ask him kindly what he wanted to eat.


    Shangguan Ce, the head of the Shangguan family, and Wenren Jingxuan, also sat not far away on a seat slightly higher than the Mohua.


    As long as you have time during the meal, you will chat with Mo Hua.


    The topics discussed were obviously carefully considered.


    Often, if you talk a few words, you will talk about the formation, and then you will praise the ink paintings. The formation has extraordinary qualifications and profound attainments, and will definitely have a bright future in the future.


    They are all heads of the family and are all talented. They want to deliberately "please" a little disciple in their words, and their speaking skills are truly perfect.


    The gentle breeze and drizzle are not leaking.


    Neither loses his identity or appears abrupt, but also reveals the meticulousness of moistening things silently.


    Even the ink painting was in a good mood, and I ate several more chicken legs.


    Wen Renwan smiled with his eyebrows and eyes.


    Yu''er was also very happy. She followed Mo Hua, following her, and chewed her chicken legs with her hands.


    Now no one dares to pick him anymore.


    No one dares to say that Yu''er is "bad" in his studies - because the person he learns is the leader of the Qianxuezhou World Taoism 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 the dinner.


    However, at the hands of Mo Hua, there was an elder of the Shangguan family with a significant status. His face looked ugly from beginning to end, which was almost the same color as the pig elbow on the mat.


    Mo Hua quietly asked the elder''s name from Wen Renwan:


    Shangguan Wang.


    “Shangguan Wang…”


    Ink painting was pondered for a moment and silently remembered the name.


    …


    After the New Year’s banquet, Mo Hua became overeat again, and then he strolled in the backyard of the Gu family to digest food as usual.


    As expected, there were many elders who rushed to give gifts to Mo Hua.


    These are all gifts that are not too expensive but full of thoughts.


    Mo Hua said, "How can you be so embarrassed?", but in the end, "it''s hard to refuse the affection" and accepted them all.


    As he walked, Mo Hua remembered Gu Changhuai.


    During the New Year banquet, it seemed that I didn’t see Uncle Gu’s people much.


    Mo Hua thought about it and found the study room. Sure enough, he saw Gu Changhuai alone, sitting at the desk, still flipping through the jade slip.


    Gu Changhuai was a little surprised when he saw Mo Hua, "You actually have time to run around?"


    This New Year banquet of the Gu family is basically held for ink painting.


    The heads of Shangguan and Wenren''s families also had no intention of drinking, but wanted to have some friendship with the ink painting in advance, and to make a good relationship.


    But Mo Hua said casually: "I''m just having a meal."


    His eyes glanced at the jade slip on Gu Changhuai’s desk and asked curiously: “Have Daotingsi been very busy recently?”


    "It''s okay..." Gu Changhuai said perfunctorily.


    But I don’t believe in ink painting.


    Uncle Gu''s expression, you can tell at a glance that he must have hidden something and said nothing.


    Moreover, the New Year banquet is still busy, so there must be something important.


    Mo Hua asked, "Is there any case recently?"


    Gu Changhuai didn''t want to say it, and wanted to make excuses, but suddenly realized that ink paintings were no longer the same as before.


    Mo Hua already knows a lot of things, and may even be more than herself.


    With his curious nature and the habit of digging into the bottom line...


    Gu Changhuai had a headache.


    After a while, he sighed, looked around, closed the doors and windows, sealed the formation, and made sure that there would be no leaks. Then he spoke with a solemn expression:


    "There is another family killing case, and this time, the action is faster and the killing is more decisive. Daotingsi investigated...it was the action of the organized Demon Sect."


    "Demon Sect?"


    The eyes of the ink painting condensed.


    (This chapter ends)