Chapter 918: Natal magic treasure
The next day, I took a practice class. The later stage of the foundation building of ink painting spread within the sect, and instantly caused a small "sensation".
The first in the Taixu Sect formation, the leader of the formation, and the youngest brother with thousands of disciples, was considered to have broken through to the late stage of foundation building, just like his younger brothers.
This junior brother who made an exception and was "recommended" to the later school year of Foundation Establishment, finally no longer had the worries of "repeat the grade".
Taixu Gate breathed a sigh of relief from top to bottom.
Some elders of the sects I met along the way would smile at Mo Hua and express their congratulations.
Some of his junior brothers even specially held a banquet in the dining hall and invited Mo Hua to a big meal. Each of them gave some small gifts to express their feelings.
"Congratulations to the younger brother, you will succeed in the later stage of foundation building!"
Cheng Mo raised his glass and celebrated with his fellow disciples in unison.
The ink paintings were a little moved, but they also felt that they were a little too exaggerated.
It''s just the late stage of foundation building...
Mo Hua was a little confused and asked Cheng Mo, "Did you celebrate this way in the later stage of foundation building?"
Cheng Mo shook his head, "No."
Mo Hua was stunned, "No?"
"Well," Cheng Mo said, "We are just breaking through the late stage of foundation building, and it is not worth mentioning. But brother, you are different from us. It is too hard and too hard for you to break through the late stage of foundation building, so we have to celebrate it specifically."
If I hadn''t known that Cheng Mo was a straightforward person and spoke straightforwardly, Mo Hua would have thought that this kid was sarcastic at him.
Everyone next to him nodded at this time:
"It''s not easy for a senior brother to break through the late stage of foundation building, and it''s worth celebrating."
“…”
The ink painting looked subtle and finally sighed.
It was originally a very happy thing, but after everyone congratulated me, Mo Hua always felt "discriminated".
But no matter what, this is the heart of the junior brothers. Although he was a little complicated, he still accepted it calmly.
A few days later, Wen Renwan, Gu Hong, Gu Changhuai, Xia Diansi of the Xia family, and others who were familiar with Mo Hua also gave Mo Hua gifts.
Wen Renwan even prepared a banquet and invited Mo Hua to have a big meal.
Because I didn’t want to delay my ink painting practice, I didn’t make a big fuss and only prepared a few dishes that I ink painting loved ink painting in the restaurant in Taixu City.
The ink painting was very happy.
After a few days of noisyness, Mo Hua''s heart began to calm down.
To break through the late stage of foundation building, we must consider the later stage of foundation building.
This is how practice Taoism is. One hurdle after another. After passing this hurdle, there are still many hurdles waiting for you in the future.
Don’t become arrogant because of temporary achievements.
I am not anxious and slack because of the ambitious goals.
Be down-to-earth, step by step, and walk the road beneath your feet.
Day after day, practice hard and perceive bit by bit, so that you can finally pass through the water and stones and create the way to reach immortality.
It seems boring and long, but this is the real "shortcut".
Only when the heart of Tao is as solid as a rock, with great perseverance, endure great hardships, and overcome many obstacles, can we finally reach the end and become an immortal.
Mo Hua calmed down and worked hard to practice, practice swords and learn formations as usual.
But a few days later, he suddenly remembered something:
"Old Ancestor Dugu, why didn''t you open the door? I caught me and practice swordsmanship?"
Mo Hua frowned.
Previously, he tried his best to kill the gods and kill the evil fetus.
After that, he suffered a loss in his body and was unconscious. He was taken care of by Elder Murong for several days.
After his injury improved, he was concerned about refining the marrow, swallowing the divine thoughts, breaking the puzzle array, breaking the bottleneck, and being busy and having no time to care about it.
After coming back to his senses, he suddenly realized that the seven-day period had passed, and the Dugu ancestor had not yet found him.
"Has the ancestor forgotten this?"
The ancestor is already very old and I don’t know how old he has lived. It’s normal that he has a bad memory occasionally and cannot remember things.
Ink painting waited patiently.
But after waiting for a few more days, two "seven-day periods" have passed, and the disciples are in the middle, but there is still no movement.
There is no crack in the void, no thin hands, nothing.
"Old ancestor... don''t want to teach me anymore? Or is it that something happened to him?" Mo Hua''s brow frowned slightly.
He stretched out his finger and slashed in the air.
What a pity.
He just built the foundation and could not tear open the cracks in the void.
He couldn''t go to the back mountain, nor could he see the Dugu Ancestor, and he couldn''t ask the Ancestor what was going on.
Ink painting is worried because of this.
He felt that the ancestor was kind to him to "teach the teachings and teach the cause". The situation of the ancestor is uncertain now, so he should do something for the ancestor.
Therefore, during the day, Mo Hua sneaked into the back mountain while everyone was not paying attention.
But the back mountain is a forbidden area, so of course it is impossible for him to sneak in.
He was caught by the elders of the inner mountain before he even reached the back mountain.
Logically speaking, the outer disciples will also be punished if they enter Uenyama privately. However, the situation of ink painting is special. Who doesn’t know the legend of his “ancestor’s descendant”, let alone his identity as the leader of the formation. The elders of Uenyama turned a blind eye.
"You can''t go around in Uchiyama. When I go back early, I will pretend that I didn''t see it, otherwise I can''t explain..." Elder Uchiyama was still very kind.
"Yeah, I''m just lost." Mo Hua said.
He can do this with excuses.
After leaving the sight of the elder Uchiyama, Mo Hua turned around nearby, but he could not find the way to the back mountain.
He is very familiar with Taixu Sect, but he is only limited to the outer mountain and outer gate.
The inner mountain where the inner gate is located, including the rarely visited back mountain, is no longer within his "travel".
After walking a few times, I didn’t get anything. The ink painting had no choice but to go back.
If he continues to move on and is caught by Elder Uchiyama, he will really be hard to explain.
The elder is not a fool. Turning a blind eye to the other is enough. If you want to be more aggressive, you will be a little offensive.
Mo Hua sighed, turned around and left, took a few steps, and couldn''t help looking back.
The ancient and vast Taixu Mountain is like a blue dragon, hiding dormant in the Ganxuezhou area.
The outer mountains stretch out, like a dragon''s tail, but the back mountain is the real source of the mountain range and the real "dragon head".
But this dragon head is towering into the clouds, hidden in the deep clouds, looking mysterious and unpredictable.
The spiritual consciousness cannot sense anything, and even cause and effect cannot be deduced.
Mo Hua didn’t know where the sword tomb was, nor did he know where Dugu’s ancestor was.
He felt a vague feeling in his heart that there seemed to be some formation that separates everything and does not allow outsiders to peek at it. He put the most confidential things in the depths of the clouds and fog on the top of the misty mountain.
"Taixu Sect may also hide many secrets..."
Even there is a great danger...
Essentially, you must have a high enough state to get in touch.
Mo Hua stopped and stared at the back mountain, his eyes deep. It took me a long time to turn around silently and leave along the Bluestone Mountain Road.
…
Ink painting sat alone.
Dugu’s ancestor had no response, and no one had a “small stove” for him.
In my heart is both regretful and worried.
But the back mountain is a forbidden area, and he can''t get in except to break through the void.
Even now it seems that the back mountain may have been blocked and the space has been locked. Even if he can really break through the void, he probably won''t be able to enter.
Mo Hua sighed.
"I hope that the auspicious ancestor will have a good fortune. One day, I will see him again..." Mo Hua silently wished in his heart.
After that, he had to put this matter aside for the time being and began to continue to think about his cultivation.
After all, the first priority of a monk is to practice.
As long as a monk does not die, he must practice.
A monk who does not practice will be better than death.
"I am now in the late stage of foundation building, and the next step is the golden elixir..."
"But I just broke through, and my cultivation is not yet high enough. I am actually still a long way from the real golden elixir."
"And the golden elixir is not that simple..."
Mo Hua considered it and realized that there are still many things to do to form a elixir.
He is following the path of "the divine consciousness to prove the Tao" and forged the foundation of the divine consciousness. Therefore, before his cultivation breaks through the golden elixir, the divine consciousness must first form a pill to reach twenty lines.
Once the cultivation level breaks through the golden elixir, the spiritual consciousness will further double and even undergo further qualitative changes.
Before formally forming the elixir, the stronger the spiritual consciousness, the better.
Above twenty lines, every extra lines, the foundation of one’s own spiritual thoughts will be deeper.
Now my spiritual consciousness is only a little short of the twenty-patterned golden elixir.
But this trace seems to be not a simple practice, or "eating" the evil spirits can "eat" it. It should require some opportunities, some enlightenment, or "eating" something special.
But the specific situation is not enough, and the ink painting is a little unclear.
The magical consciousness elixir requires an opportunity. On the contrary, another problem is imminent, and it has even reached an urgent point. He has to consider it now:
“Magic weapon!”
?
I could have delayed the matter of natal magic weapon before, but now the ink painting is in the late stage of foundation building. The next step is to consider forming a pill, which is really beyond delay.
If you don’t think of some solutions, just delay like this, I’m afraid there will be no hope of forming a pill in this life.
But the problem is that it is not that Mo Hua really wants to delay, but that there is really nothing we can do.
After thinking about it, he could not even think of what he should choose as his "natal magic weapon".
Mo Hua thought about it, then sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ??consciousness, came to the Taoist stele, and asked in a low voice: "Are you willing to be my ''natural magic weapon''?"
The Taoist stele ignored him at all.
Mo Hua secretly glanced at the "thunder of disaster" on the Taoist monument. Before he could speak, he immediately gave up the idea of ??"uspionage".
Using thunder as a magic weapon, I''m afraid he will be chopped to ashes before he can form a pill.
What''s more, thunder is not a spiritual weapon, and it cannot be used as a magic weapon.
Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of ??consciousness again and took out the Taixu bamboo sword that Dugu had given him.
This bamboo sword seems ordinary, but it contains the ancient sword intent of Taixu Sect. It is the origin of the sword art created by the masters of Taixu Sect through hard work.
"Use this bamboo sword as your natal magic weapon?"
Mo Hua thought about it and shook her head again.
"This is given to me by Dugu''s ancestor... No, it was ''lent'' to me..."
What it contains is the ultimate sword flow of Taixu Sect. How could I make a magic weapon privately?
What''s more, he is not a pure sword cultivator.
In the world of divine thoughts, he relies on the divine thoughts to transform swords and divine thoughts to transform Taoism. His sword skills can be fought in close combat and attacked from afar, and may be incomparable to his might.
But in the real world, his orthodox sword cultivator methods are very weak.
He has a unique skill in "Sword Control", but this kind of Sword Control can be used once and a spirit sword will be blown up.
He can''t blow up his natal magic weapon...
"No..." Mo Hua shook her head.
"Swords don''t work, then..."
Mo Hua flipped through the storage bag and took out a copper coin.
This is the copper coin that the master gave him. Before entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he used it to determine good and bad luck.
"Copper coins magic weapon?"
Mo Hua thought about it and shook her head, "You can''t kill, you can''t defend, you can only tell fortunes. Just like the ''fortune teller'', what does this look like..."
You can''t fight other golden elixirs and kill swords and magic weapons.
Fight yourself, take out your natal copper coins, and count the divination first...
"If you want to calculate, you will also do it secretly. You can''t blatantly use this as a magic weapon..."
Mo Hua flipped through the storage bag again, and there were some spiritual treasures inside, but this was not good, that was not good, and it was not good, and it was not good to pick it up any more.
He had no choice but to find someone and ask for advice.
Anyway, he came to Qianxuezhou to study and study. If he knew everything, he would not worship the sect.
Mo Hua first asked about the junior brother of his classmates.
But I learned that the family, elders and parents had arranged the skills that their juniors had practiced, learned Taoism, and even inherited spiritual weapons, casting natal magic weapons, and forming golden elixirs of all ages.
All the road has been paved long ago.
They don’t have to worry about anything, just follow the path and move forward step by step.
Ink painting is a casual cultivator, let alone golden elixir, once upon a time, building a foundation was a luxury.
The experience of these junior brothers from "arist families" cannot be learned from them.
Mo Hua went to ask the elders again.
The elders taught and taught for many years and had a great knowledge of practicing Taoism. However, they gave a lot of advice to ink painting.
Ink painting itself has a special status and is also pleasing to people.
The teachers and elders in the sect will do their best for him in public and private affairs, and they will give him sincere advice, for fear that Mo Hua will suffer losses in his natal magic weapon.
Some elders even took out some of their own private inheritance methods.
But there are too many suggestions, and ink painting is a bit dazzling.
And the problem is that these suggestions are based on the profound family background and the rich heritage of the Taoist resources. They are time-consuming, spiritual objects and spiritual stones.
The power of the last natal magic weapon is only comparable to that of the children of ordinary families.
Of course, this is actually quite amazing.
After all, the beginning of ink painting is too low. Now, it is enough to cram the Buddha for a moment and be able to make a magic weapon that is comparable to the children of the aristocratic family. The depth of the teachings of Taixu Sect is so profound.
Logically speaking, the natal magic weapon at the level of the direct descendants of the aristocratic family is already a "luxury" for ink painting.
He is a casual cultivator who can overcome numerous barriers to cultivation. Now, like the direct descendants of aristocratic families, he has made a top-notch natal magic weapon, which is already considered "one step to reach the sky".
Greed is not a good thing, you cannot ask for too much.
But the problem is that this method of forging a "natal magic weapon" is too expensive.
Moreover, because he was temporarily cramming and was in the late stage of building the foundation, he started to raise his natal magic weapon. Without the long "warming" process, the consumption of the natal magic weapon was more.
If he stayed in Taixu Sect forever, it would be fine.
Back to the sect and rely on the ancestors, spend time and resources to maintain the "natal magic weapon" well.
But Mo Hua knew his situation.
He couldn''t stay in Taixu Sect forever.
He practiced in Taixu Sect to study, to practice Taoism, and to make up for his own shortcomings, he was born as a casual cultivator, lacked the vision of practicing Taoism, no connections in practicing Taoism, and the lack of complete Taoism inheritance.
He can''t stay here forever, he has more important things to do.
There is also a master who wants to save him.
One day, it won’t be long before he will leave Taixu Sect.
Once he leaves Taixu Sect and enters Jiuzhou alone, he will be in turmoil and dangerous at that time, and there will be no stable environment and sufficient resources for him to raise his natal magic weapon.
Moreover, the natal magic weapons inherited by these aristocratic families are all prepared for the geniuses of the top grade and even the highest grade spiritual roots. They are not very consistent with the root bones of Mo Hua and his cultivation methods.
Mo Hua was helpless and finally went to ask Mr. Xun for advice.
Mr. Xun sat in the middle of the elder, with a heavenly plate in front of him. It seemed that something was wrong. He had never closed his eyes these days, but he still thought about the questions that Mo Hua asked for, and then slowly said:
"I have considered this issue, but I have never had any good solutions, so I didn''t mention it to you."
Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting and said regretfully:
"To be honest, you have already passed the best age to nourish your natal magic weapon. No matter how you choose, it is unlikely that you can be as satisfactory..."
"I understand." Mo Hua nodded.
"Then what do you want to ask."
Mo Hua asked, "Old sir, which direction is better for my natal magic weapon? Is it a magic weapon for sword attacks, a golden bell cover, an iron cloth shirt, or a magic weapon for concealing, reconnaissance, and escape?"
Mr. Xun thought for a moment and said:
"You are a formation master. As long as you know the formation, you can understand all kinds of things. In fact, it is not suitable for such single-function magic weapons, especially those with swords and killing magic weapons."
"The natal magic weapon and the life of a monk will be cultivated together, and it will be damaged by one loss. The body is fragile, and it is unwise to "fight hard" with people for sword-like magic weapons. If the battle is ruined, the backlash will be great."
"A few formation masters will also warm up, increase the speed of the drawing array, or improve the level of the drawing array, or a magic weapon of the array pen."
"But the inheritance of this magic weapon is very unpopular, and the increase is minimal. Your formation is profound and you draw it quickly. This increase is optional for you."
Mr. Xun said slowly, "So... instead of thinking about using magic weapons to kill, or amplify the formation, it is better to use magic weapons to make up for it..."
"Make up?" Mo Hua was stunned.
"Yes, the natal magic weapon is one with your life. I will use the natal magic weapon to make up for my own shortcomings." Mr. Xun nodded.
"What to make up for?" Mo Hua asked.
"Your biggest problem..." Mr. Xun pondered, "It is because his body is weak and his spiritual power is weak."
"Therefore, the first choice is the magic weapon to replenish spiritual power."
"The next choice is the magic weapon to strengthen the body."
"If it really doesn''t work, just learn most formation masters and practice a magic weapon that can hide, escape, save lives or escape."
Mo Hua pondered, "Replenish spiritual power, strengthen physical body, and escape..."
Mr. Xun nodded slightly, "But you have to choose what you want to choose for you, I won''t be able to make a decision for you."
Mr. Xun knows the real "background" of ink paintings, and also knows some of the cause and effect in him.
But he was not particularly clear about the inheritance of ink painting, especially those related to that person and that sect, which often cannot be judged according to common sense.
Mr. Xun was afraid of doing bad things with good intentions, so he showed the wrong way for Mo Hua, so he could only give advice.
Specifically, you still need to make a choice based on his own strange heritage, whether visible or invisible.
Mo Hua nodded, "Thank you for your advice, I understand."
"Well," Mr. Xun nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, "If you have any needs, just mention it. If you need any ''embryo'', you will also tell me, I will go to the Taixu Gate Warehouse to see if there is any suitable..."
Mr. Xun did his best to deal with ink painting.
Mo Hua said gratefully: "Thank you, sir!"