Chapter 934 Young Master


    This is a young master with luxurious clothes and beautiful eyebrows.


    The fair and handsome face exudes an innate sense of dignity.


    He looks very strange. It was the first time I met Mo Hua, but he also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It seemed that it was not the first time the two met, and they had a causal entanglement very early.


    Mo Hua looked at the young master with a fluctuating mind.


    The young man also looked at Mo Hua. His expression was surprised for a moment. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and said calmly:


    ?


    It seems that others always pay homage to him and humbly report his name to him. No one has ever known his name, and no one dares to ask him in person what his name is.


    He looked at the ink painting proudly, not wanting to pay attention to it, but for some reason, he always felt that the ink painting exuded a different aura from ordinary people, so that he was willing to give him this face in an extraordinary way.


    The young master said coldly: "Gandaozong, Chen Lin''s book."


    Gandaozong, Chen Lin''s book, Chen...


    Ink painting''s pupils shrink slightly.


    This handsome young man in front of him is actually a disciple of the Shen family of the Gandao Sect?


    Mo Hua looked at the young man again.


    Behind him were six monks.


    Three of them have a high level of cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, and are handsome and look like they are also children of a top-notch aristocratic families in the Xuezhou Prefecture.


    The other two, middle-aged, have a profound cultivation level, are Jindan cultivators.


    There is another one who is an old man with an unfathomable breath.


    Although Mo Hua couldn''t see the background of this old man, he had dealt with many high-level monks and had a good vision. Based on his feelings, this old man should be a real person in the realm of the feather.


    Chen Linshu went out, three children from a superior family were as followers, two Jindans were used as guards, and one Yuhua real person accompanied him.


    In the Shen family, even in the Gandao Sect, they are probably a rare pride of heaven.


    Chen''s book... As his name suggests.


    Mo Hua''s thoughts were floating in her heart, and the expression on her face was still faint.


    Chen Linshu looked at the ink painting again and said in a strange way: "After the seventh day of the New Year, I will hold a tea party on the Tao. Will you come?"


    As soon as this said, the three disciples behind Chen Linshu all changed their expressions.


    The two golden elixir guards looked surprised.


    The real person Yuhua also put his deep eyes on Mo Hua.


    Tea party?


    I''m afraid there will be no good banquet.


    Mo Hua shook his head, "I''m not familiar with you."


    Chen Linshu''s eyelids twitched slightly, "I rarely ask for someone in person."


    "Oh..." Mo Hua said nothing.


    Chen Linshu''s face looked slightly fierce, his eyes were cold, and he sneered, "I''ll give you a chance, you won''t be useful." Then he brushed his sleeves, turned around and left.


    The three disciples of the aristocratic families behind him quickly followed. When passing by Mo Hua, they looked at him sideways, revealing a bit of jealousy and a bit of ignorance towards him.


    The other two Jindans and one Yuhua also followed Shen Linshu silently.


    In this way, the group disappeared into the sea of ??people.


    Seeing that they were leaving, Mo Hua breathed a long sigh of relief, sweat oozing out of his palms, and then stopped stopping, and walked faster. He rushed to the gate of Qingzhou City, boarded the Gu family''s carriage, and rushed back to the sect without stopping.


    The brightly lit Qingzhou City is getting farther and farther away.


    The carriage was away from the hustle and bustle and walked into the heavy night.


    Mo Hua sat in the carriage and couldn''t help but ponder: "The omen just now should not be an illusion. The ''poppy''-like causal chain is indeed exactly the same as the one in the Yanzhizhou at that time."


    "This Chenlin Book should be related to the Yanzhizhou."


    "Is this Chenlin Book the ''Young Master'' in the Yanzhizhou, the ''Young Master'' who is holding the moon with stars?"


    "When in Wan Yao Valley, the young master who was chasing in the Wan Yao Nightmare, was it him?"


    "He is the master behind the scenes? Or, at least the ''Young Master'' who has the highest status and greatest power in the Yanzhizhou and Wan Yao Valley incident?"


    "Mo Hua looked solemn.


    The encounters between people are really strange and unpredictable.


    He never expected that he would encounter the "youngest son" of the Shen family unexpectedly at such an unintentional time.


    Shen family...


    The Shen family is standing behind Mr. Tu? Is it the Gandao Sect?


    This seems reasonable, and the ink painting just happens to keep the accounts together.


    But he has no evidence and cannot prove it yet. Whether his speculation is true.


    Chen Linshu''s identity is indeed noble, but is he really the son of the Gongzi Pavilion? Is it really the "behind the scenes" designated by Mr. Tu?


    There is no evidence for these.


    And…


    〃“Does he really know who I am?”


    Mo Hua frowned, "He knew that my name was Mo Hua, a disciple of Taixu Sect, and the leader of the formation of Ganxuezhou, but he should not know what my real identity is..."


    Mo Hua looked out of the car in a daze, thinking a little confused, but she also felt that some key figures were floating out of the water little by little...


    ?


    The young master named "Chen Linshu" and his group went to the north gate of Qingzhou City and took a carriage with a low-key appearance but extremely luxurious interior, which was contrary to the ink painting.


    Inside the carriage, Chen Linshu, whose face was as beautiful as a jade, lay on the soft animal skin, tapped the table lightly, without saying a word, and his face looked ugly.


    The atmosphere in the car was a bit depressing.


    Everyone can probably guess why the young master was angry.


    A disciple from a noble family advised, "Shu Gongzi, this person has the opportunity to become a mountain of Tai, and he can''t see it."


    From childhood to adulthood, he has never been so polite to people of his peers.


    Today I met this person called "Ink Painting", and I asked him to attend the tea party in Gongzige.


    He didn''t even know why he did this.


    Since "Gongzi Pavilion" has the word "Gongzi", it is not just about the talent for practicing Taoism, family background, background, and even bloodline.


    This person called Mo Hua, even if he is the "leader of the Formation Dao", his family background, spiritual roots, and bloodline are too humble. If he wants to join Gongzi Pavilion and play with them, he is far from qualified.


    Especially family background and bloodline, there is something, and there is nothing.


    This is like a natural barrier, separating those who are lowly and have no power from the core circle.


    I don’t know what a noble invitation I gave him.


    This is the true ladder to heaven in the world of cultivation.


    It is the real road to the powerful.


    The characters in the Gongzi Pavilion are something he will never be exposed to in his life. Even if he just sits together and drinks a cup of tea, he should feel honored.


    But Mo Hua refused.


    Whether it is "with eyes but no beads" or "not ignorant", it is like a thorn, pricking in his heart, making him very unhappy.


    Moreover, he always felt that Mo Hua had a familiar feeling.


    Chen Linshu frowned.


    Seeing that Chen Linshu was still indifferent, another aristocratic family smiled and whispered: "Young Master Shu doesn''t have to care. Those who are humble from humble origins are often blind and have no chance in front of you, but they can''t catch them. It is because of this that they will always be humble." "No matter whether he is really ''with no eyes'', he should not give the young master face. If he doesn''t give the young master face, he just doesn''t give the young master face. Everyone follows the same thing, how can we establish our authority?"


    "Why..." The children of this aristocratic family flashed, "We found someone to catch him, dug his eyes, broke his limbs, threw it into the smoke river, and fed those clam demons."


    "No, this method is good." Since he has no eyes, it''s useless to keep these eyes."


    "The two golden elixir guards were silent and pretended not to hear anything.


    The only old man who has become a feather frowned.


    He knew that these young men could do anything.


    They have a very good background. Since childhood, they have been trying to get whatever they want. Too many people have flattered them and tried to please them in every way. Among these people, there are even some Diansi and Zhangsi of Daotingsi, which has led to the fact that these young masters have no word "law" at all.


    Anything happens, a family will deal with them after they are killed.


    They even enjoy making trouble and don’t understand what fear is.


    But this "ink painting" is really unmovable... He is the leader of the formation of Taixu Sect, and behind him is Old Ancestor Xun. Even if you are humble, you are not the kind of person who can be controlled by others.


    If you touch him, it will be a lot of trouble.


    But such things cannot be explained explicitly.


    Once these young men are aroused to their rebellious mentality, their blood will surge in for a moment, and they will probably really ignore it and must kill this ink painting.


    Then it will lead to a mortal hatred.


    The old man in Yuhua pondered for a moment and said: "A formation is only a ''skill'' in the end. No matter how well he learns, he can only serve a noble family. He learns his civil and martial arts, and has goods and a powerful family. No matter how low his background is, he can''t escape this fate."


    "The same is true for this person called ''Ink Painting''. No matter how good the formation is, it is just a high-quality cow and horse at best. The young master doesn''t need to take it to heart, so as not to lose his identity." Chen Linshu was stunned and nodded slightly.


    Although the other people felt unhappy, they did not deny it in front of Yuhua Zhenren.


    Seeing this, the old man Yuhua said again: "What''s more, soon, it will be the next swordsman conference. The swordsman conference is the real big event. Before this, it is not advisable to be distracted by other matters and cause trouble." As soon as these words were said, the children of several aristocratic families looked much more serious.


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    But the two golden elixirs next to them were still silent. Even the old man in Yuhua ignored them and asked them if they had not heard of them.


    The most important thing about their errands is to not listen to anything or say anything, so that they will not be wrong.


    These aristocratic playboys in front of them are the real "little ancestors" and cannot be offended at all.


    If they really commit crimes, they will complain in their hearts and complain to their parents, elders, and even the ancestors.


    Even if people like me are golden elixirs and feathers, they can’t afford to take advantage of them.


    This is power.


    And this power is based on the powerful strength of such giants as the aristocratic families.


    Several families of aristocratic families were clamoring for a while, and suddenly someone asked: "Mr. Shu, what are we doing in Gushan City? Isn''t this a big circle? I''m afraid I can''t catch up with the family''s ancestor worship." Chen Linshu didn''t answer.


    Someone said, "Young Master gave me the order, we can do it as long as we do it. Where did you get so much nonsense?"


    "You..."


    Chen Linshu ignored the dispute between the two.


    He looked at the dark night outside the window, and was thinking about something in his mind. After a moment, the familiar feeling came again, and Chen Linshu couldn''t help but think of ink paintings again.


    I remembered Mo Hua''s clear eyes and innocent and indifferent face.


    "Is this really the first time I have seen him? Why do I feel so familiar? Even..."


    Will you feel afraid?


    Will I feel afraid?


    Chen Linshu''s eyes were slightly cold and he murmured in his heart: "Who is this ink painting...?"


    ...


    Taixu Gate.


    Back to the ink paintings of the sect, I settled down temporarily.


    In the next few days, he took the time to check the "Chen Linshu", but he received not much information. He only vaguely knew that these people, even in aristocratic families, were truly "children of the high-ranking families". They were completely from two worlds like ordinary disciples, especially Mo Hua.


    Ink painting sighs.


    Barriers of Taoism, inheritance monopoly, and bloodline isolation... ??The ravines and layers of barriers here are really deeper and deeper and higher.


    Of course, Mo Hua sighed that he could do nothing about this.


    After that, he still practiced and taught classes with duty.


    The sect life in the new year has begun, and everything is quickly back on track.


    This is the eighth year that Mo Hua has been in Taixu Sect and the second to last year of preaching for nine years in the sect.


    Next year, it will be the Taoist conference.


    In the area of ??Ganxuezhou, a disciple could only attend one Taoist conference for his entire life. Therefore, this opportunity to discuss the truth is extremely precious.


    The last Taoist conference attended by Mo Hua broke the example and went through the back door.


    Logically speaking, it will be his turn in the next year''s Taoist conference.


    And in a flash, my own Taoist conference was only more than a year left.


    Mo Hua feels that time passes so fast. She has obviously experienced so many things, but the day she starts, it seems that it is still yesterday. In the blink of an eye, when the nine-year period expires, she is about to graduate.


    Ink painting couldn''t help but feel a little urgency, but he couldn''t say why it was urgent.


    …


    Taixu Sect, the head of the sect.


    The shelves stand tall, clouds and mist.


    Mr. Xun and the head of Taixu are drinking tea to discuss matters.


    "The next Taoist conference is approaching again, and there are less than two years left..." said the head of Taixu.


    Mr. Xun drank tea silently and did not speak.


    The head of Taixu hesitated for a moment, and was a little nervous after all, so he asked, "Old sir, what ranking will our Taixu Sect get this time?"


    Mr. Xun said lightly: "It''s useless to ask me, I can''t tell fortunes."


    "Don''t you deduce cause and effect?"


    "That''s called deduction, not fortune-telling. There are very few people in this world who can really tell fortunes. Besides, if you can deduce this deduction of cause and effect, others will do it, and it''s useless to want to make a fuss about this."


    The head of Taixu was a little regretful, and then frowned and said, "In theory, after the three sects merge, the strength of my Taixu Sect is different now. There is also a guarantee of ink paintings in the formation. This time, even if you don''t go further, it will be no problem to maintain your ranking, but..."


    The head of Taixu sighed, "I always feel worried. It seems that something big will happen in this conference on Taoism."


    Mr. Xun''s eyes shrank when he heard this. A moment later he poured himself a cup of tea, "Please leave your life to fate. You can''t hide the disaster that should come."


    The head of Taixu was silent.


    Mr. Xun took a sip of tea and looked up at the head of Taixu. "With this worry, it is better to spend more time and cultivate more good seedlings so that they can get a good ranking in the swordsmanship conference."


    "You need to be strong in yourself. If my disciples from Taixu Sect are strong enough, will there be a reason why you can''t keep your ranking?"


    The head of Taixu pondered for a moment and nodded, "What the old man said is, then I will find more disciples, seize the time, and focus on training."


    But he felt a little helpless.


    That''s it, but this is in the Qianxuezhou community, with countless geniuses.


    Taixu Sect is the source of disciples, and it is a weaker person. No matter how you choose, it is still limited.


    What''s more, now the three sects are merged, and there are more people, and the requirements are higher.


    If the previous Taixu Sect can keep the eighth place, it would be a blessing.


    But now, his Taixu Sect must at least maintain the "top three". Otherwise, if he is not able to afford the share of the Qianlong Spirit Mine, he will not be able to support this big son at all.


    The sect has to spend a lot of spirit stones.


    The current three sects are all about their own old foundations to a certain extent.


    If you don’t get a good ranking, you will occupy more share in the Qianlong Spirit Mine and divide more spirit stones, and you will sooner or later "sit down to nothing".


    By then, once the supply of spirit stones is insufficient, the turnover will not be possible, and life will become a "empty air" with a big appetite and a lack of food. It will only be a matter of time before going downhill.


    "The opening of the sect is to burn spirit stones..."


    The head of Taixu sighed in his heart.


    Therefore, the ranking of the swordsmanship conference is very important.


    He began to look for candidates for the sword contest in his heart:


    "Linghu Xiao from Chongxu Sect, a swordsman who is rare in five hundred years, was originally a treasure from Chongxu Sect, but now I am Taixu Sect... No, we are all Taixu Sect now, and no one can get the advantage of whoever is..."


    "Tai''amen, there are several Ouyang family, and they have good sword skills..."


    "Although I am not particularly outstanding in Taixu Sect, because of the ''little brother'' in Mo Hua, the cohesion between the same students is strong and the cooperation is more tacit..."


    The head of Taixu was muttering, and suddenly his heart moved and said curiously: "Old sir, do you think Mo Hua... is he suitable for a sword contest?"


    It’s about ink painting, and Mr. Xun also became serious.


    He frowned and thought for a moment, and slowly shook his head:


    "Not very good... This child has all his skills, and his advantages and disadvantages are too obvious. It''s too difficult to really go to the swordsmanship, and it''s too easy to be targeted..."


    (This chapter ends)