Chapter 935 Wooden White Gold and Jade
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As for what he saw in the Taixu Sect record, including but not limited to, he would arrest the censors as a reward as soon as he entered the door, participate in the killing of the Fire Buddha, sneak into and destroy the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, assist in the killing of the Water Yama, burning the Rouge Boat, escaping from the Dragon King Temple, etc.
Recently, there will be one to add to the fire and destroy the Demon Sect...
I don’t want to know, I’m shocked when I think about it.
The head of Taixu did not realize that in the past few years since Mohua entered Taixu Sect, he had participated in so many major events without realizing it.
Just...
These events, in the file, were only involved, and were ultimately solved by Daotingsi and the elders of Taixu Sect.
"Participate..."
The head of Taixu was stunned and realized the problem.
How could ordinary foundation-building disciples participate in so many dangerous events?
Once or twice, you can say that you have good luck.
But so many times, it’s not luck, but strength.
If Mo Hua does not have some ability, it is impossible for him to survive these dangerous events.
Even, maybe in these incidents, some of the sin-cultivated demons died at the hands of Mo Hua.
The "harmless" appearance of Mo Hua came to his mind again, and the head of Taixu''s heart trembled slightly.
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There is another most important point that he didn''t say.
Mo Hua is a disciple of "that man". His abilities must have the foundation of that man.
The sword contest was closely watched.
The ink painting is seen by so many people. Once the foundation is revealed, it will inevitably be infected with terrifying causes and effects. I don’t know how many conspiracies will fall on him.
Such causal calculations are not something that he, a young monk in the foundation-building realm, can bear.
Therefore, it is definitely more harmful than beneficial to participate in the sword contest.
The head of Taixu asked, "Have you told this child about these?" Mr. Xun said, "I don''t need to say more about this child." He should understand the issue of cause and effect, without saying it.
Ink paintings also know this thing.
What''s more, spiritual roots are destined when they are born, and it''s useless to say it.
The head of Taixu nodded and stopped mentioning this matter.
The two of them took a sip of tea. Mr. Xun remembered something and asked again: "How is the matter I asked you to do before?"
The head of Taixu said: "What you are talking about is the natal magic weapon?"
"Yes, this inheritance seems to be only available in you."
"I''m asking, but," said the head of Taixu, "Wood white is the skin, gold and jade are the bones... This life-casting method is useless for ink paintings. He has no blood, no physical strength, and no related inheritance."
"It''s useless." Mr. Xun nodded.
The head of Taixu was stunned, "Then do you want me to ask for this thing?"
"I don''t think it''s useless," Mr. Xun looked a little confused, "But I calculated it and the hexagram showed that this ink painting seemed to be really useful. But I can''t explain how to use it..."
The head of Taixu''s expression was subtle, "Old ancestor, didn''t you say you can''t tell fortunes?"
"This...is not fortune telling."
“Isn’t it?”
"It''s very troublesome to say, but this is the case anyway... If you don''t learn the secrets of heaven, you won''t understand it even if you say it."
"Okay..." Taixu''s leader.
You are the ancestor, and you will be whatever you say.
But there is another thing that Taixu leader was a little confused, "Mo Hua, this child''s natal magic weapon, is so difficult to make a decision? With your knowledge, can''t you even get it?"
Mr. Xun took a sip of tea silently.
It would be strange if he was right...
Others don’t know who the apprentice Mo Hua is.
The way of practicing is a natural and quirky, quirky and eccentric thing. I don’t know how much I have learned, and I don’t know who I have learned it from.
He, the ancestor Dongxu, is really not sure.
But this cannot be said explicitly.
Mr. Xun said, "I know it in my heart. You don''t need to worry. Just get the method of casting the body of the ''wood, white, gold and jade''. Only you have the means to inherit this kind of inheritance."
The head of Mr. Xun naturally would not refuse Mr. Xun''s order.
Although this inheritance is not small and it is not easy to get it, he is now the head of Taixu and needs to take into account the interests of the sect.
What''s more, this method is still used for ink painting.
He also likes Mo Hua very much. Even if he doesn''t mention the idea of ??"good relationship", he is willing to help.
"Don''t worry, old man, I''ve already compiled a book and asked. There should be a reply in a while."
Mr. Xun nodded happily, "I''m working hard."
The head of Taixu bowed, "You are polite, as the head of the sect, this is what you should do."
After that, the two continued to drink tea while talking about the sect’s related matters.
The preparations for the sword contest are also being advanced step by step.
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A few days later, the Demon Refining Mountain.
Mo Hua is here to hunt demons on Demon Refining Mountain again.
Since the incident with the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, he has rarely come to the Demon Refining Mountain. This time he entered the mountain, it was specially organized by the elders of the sect.
The purpose is to let disciples enter the mountains, hunt monsters, and hone their Taoism.
In addition, a new one was added, which was the battle and exchange between disciples.
The elder didn''t say it clearly, but Mo Hua could guess in his heart that this should be for the preparations for the sword contest.
Look at who among these disciples is very strong, who has talent, insight, and can be useful in fighting, and who can win glory for the sect at the sword contest.
Since it is a sword contest, you cannot just look at the cultivation of the paper.
Cultivation is one thing, but actual combat is another.
Some disciples have only cultivation and become nervous when they reach actual combat, and their strength cannot be exerted half of them.
Other disciples, who see their mediocre cultivation, have a sharp mind, dare to fight and fight, can often perform exceptionally in actual combat.
You have to beat these things before you know them.
Only by letting the disciples learn from each other and experience actual combat can we choose the right sword contestant.
Not only did the ink painting understand, but other disciples also knew it.
The sword competition is not only related to the personal future of the disciples, but also to the reputation and interests of the sect.
What''s more, for them, after nine years of learning, they can only participate in one Taoist conference.
All the disciples cherish this opportunity very much.
The mountainside of the demon refining demon is on an empty hillside.
The elders are arranging the disciples to compete with each other, and compete for physical skills and magic.
This is just a competition, and the purpose is not to win or lose, but to facilitate the elders to see the strength of these disciples.
Ink painting did not participate.
It doesn''t make sense for him to participate.
On paper, his strength is too weak.
Among the same sects, except for Cheng Mo Situ Jian, who is familiar with Mo Hua and has seen Mo Hua once or twice, most of the other disciples have never seen Mo Hua fight or fight.
At most, I saw that I used fireball techniques a few times. In their impression, they are harmless "young senior brothers" who are extremely powerful in formation and other abilities, including physical and spiritual power, are also outrageously weak.
There is nothing to practice when you talk with him.
There are no disciples, so I really dare to discuss with Mo Hua.
I was injured by my junior brother, but it was nothing. At most, I was hit by a few fireball techniques and suffered a slight burn.
But if the young senior brother is injured, it will be a big trouble.
As a junior brother, Mo Hua has always been kind, treats others kindly, and helps others happily. He has a very good reputation in the sect. The disciples in the sect have received more or less favors from him.
If you hurt him and make public anger, it is hard to say whether you can continue to be in Taixu Sect in the future.
Not to mention, the ink painting is white and tender, and the body is weak. Not to mention that it hurts him, it is a sin to even rub the skin.
The elders were even more afraid to let Mo Hua participate in the competition.
This is the leader of the formation of Taixu Sect, the treasure of Taixu Sect. It is not the grandson of the ancestor, but it is better than a grandson. If he is injured in the formation competition, who can bear the blame?
Therefore, in the huge forest, swords and magic shuttled, and the disciples fought back and forth, making them lively.
But Mo Hua could only sit on the big tree beside him and watch the show.
Even around the tree, there were elders who set up protective formations for him, for fear that the disciples below would compete and would fly over and injure him by accident.
Mo Hua sat alone on the big tree and sighed helplessly.
Just when he was bored, a person came over from a distance. Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and she shouted, "Xiaoxiao!"
The person coming was Linghu Xiao.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is a lonely swordsman genius with little smile on his face.
In the entire Taixu Sect, only Mo Hua dared to call him "Xiaoxiao".
Linghu Xiao was also helpless.
Mo Hua sat on the big tree and waved to him. Linghu Xiao also used his body skills, his body shaped like a sword, walked to the tree in three or two steps and sat next to Mo Hua.
"Are you finished competing?"
“It’s over.”
Linghu Xiao nodded. He is now in the late stage of foundation building and has begun to try to warm up the sword of Chongxu''s lineage to nourish the magic weapon for life. Not only does his cultivation level go up to the next level, but his sword energy is also more exquisite.
In addition to the disaster in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, the sword heart has been tempered, and the whole person has an amazing sword temperament from top to bottom.
His swordsmanship of the Xun also really began to enter the house and showed his sharpness.
When the competition is over, ordinary disciples will be defeated if they can''t even catch his sword.
Therefore, Linghu Xiao finished the discussion quickly, and there was nothing else, so he came to find the ink painting sitting on the tree watching the play.
After watching the show, Linghu laughed and suddenly asked Mo Hua: "Sword Controversy Conference, are you going?"
Ink painting is a little confused, "It''s hard to say..."
It is definitely fake to say that you don’t want to go.
Although he was the leader of the formation, the swordsmanship and formations are completely different.
No matter the intensity, excitement, challenge, and attention, it is completely different.
The battle for swords and geniuses for power are full of countless variables. Until the end, no one knows who will fall in the end.
But his situation is special, and he knows it in his heart.
You can participate naturally, but it is hard to say how much effort you have to do and how much you win.
He has so many merits that he can''t use them all.
Fame is also a bit stressful.
At present, the sword contest is not that attractive to him.
At most, the situation in Taixu Sect is not good, so I think of a way to protect my ranking, but that''s all.
It is somewhat more worthwhile to really fight to the death and risk exposing your trump card to be ranked among the top.
Everything must have two sides.
When fighting for fame and standing on the top of a mountain, it looks glorious, but being seen by too many interested people may also plant the root of disaster.
Ink painting was also a little undecided for a while.
Linghu nodded with laughter and then became silent. After a moment, he said again, "If you want to participate, I will be with you."
Mo Hua was stunned and turned to look at Linghu with a smile.
Linghu Xiao looked calm, but his eyes were firm.
Mo Hua is grateful in her heart.
Participating in the sword contest is not a matter of one person, but requires five people to work together. In this way, if you want to get a good ranking, you must "join the strong". None of the five people cannot be bad or have obvious shortcomings.
Mo Hua knew that although he was not weak, he might not be really strong in the competition system of swordsmanship.
But Linghu Xiao is really strong. Since entering the late stage of foundation building, his swordsmanship has become stronger day by day.
He probably wanted to take care of himself, even if this was his only chance to compete for swordsmanship in his life.
Even if your spiritual power is low, it may drag him down.
Mo Hua smiled and patted Linghu Xiao on the shoulder, "I appreciate your kindness, I will talk about this later."
Linghu nodded with laughter and didn''t say anything.
The surroundings became quiet, and Mo Hua began to concentrate and watch the disciples who were competing on the spot.
As he looked, Mo Hua discovered that the disciples of the Taixu Sect had made considerable progress compared to before, both in terms of cultivation and Taoism.
Especially cultivation.
Their spiritual roots are better than ink painting, and they reach the late stage of foundation building one step earlier than ink painting, which means that they will take more than half a year to improve their cultivation.
Mo Hua compared it around and found that among all the disciples, his spiritual power was the one with the lowest.
And the gap has widened unknowingly.
In the early stage of foundation building, it was not obvious.
Now that the middle stage of foundation building and the late stage of foundation building, the difference between spiritual roots and martial arts has been further expanded.
Compare the ink painting.
If we say that in the early stage of foundation building, our spiritual power, Zhoutian, was only 20% weaker than our fellow disciples.
Now, it is estimated that it is 30% to 40%.
This is still compared with the average level.
Compared with a top genius like Linghu Xiao, Mo Hua found that his spiritual power was only half of theirs...
Half the difference...
This is just foundation building.
If we reach the Golden Pill, the gap will probably widen.
After all, the gap in base is big. The more you cultivate and the more you increase your strength multiple, the gap will become bigger and bigger.
I knew this truth before, but I was confused at that time and was far from being as profound as I am now.
Mo Hua took a slight breath of cold air in his heart.
The gap between the monks is astonishing, and the gap in spiritual power is so amazing.
"I need to think of some solution..."
Mo Hua felt a little nervous.
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At night, the disciples are in the middle.
The ink painting, who came back from Lian Yaoshan, lay on the table again and practiced the formation diligently.
He felt that he should improve his strength.
But the shortcomings of weak spiritual power are almost dead knots. He can''t break through now, so he can only find a way to make his spiritual sense stronger.
The spiritual consciousness is stronger, and your own formation, spells, and sword techniques will be stronger.
Moreover, the Sword Contest will be next year. Prepare in advance. Even if you just participate, it is better to have strength than not.
Ke Mo Hua practiced the formation several times, looked inward for a moment, and shook his head helplessly.
"No... I can hardly feel the growth of my spiritual consciousness."
Since he built the foundation, although he could still enhance his spiritual consciousness through formations, the growth of his spiritual consciousness has become minimal by relying solely on this method.
The formation''s training of spiritual consciousness is also more focused on understanding the rules and controlling the spiritual consciousness, rather than enhancing the spiritual consciousness.
This may be related to the Taoization of his spiritual consciousness.
It may also be related to the fact that he ate too many demons and evil spirits.
Now that I don’t eat it anymore, or I don’t have good things to eat, the diligence of the spiritual consciousness of Mohua has almost stagnated, especially at the extremely critical node of Twenty-Secrets.
"It''s all stuck again..."
Divine consciousness, formations, sword techniques, and natal magic weapons.
Mo Hua sighed.
Practicing Taoism is really not easy, there are obstacles everywhere.
Of course, the road to cultivation is long, and bumps and setbacks are the norm.
Mo Hua forced himself to calm down and continue practicing the formation, practicing the formation that he had practiced countless times over and over again.
Little by little, temper your spiritual consciousness and understand the true meaning of practice.
I don’t know how long I practiced, and for some reason, Mo Hua felt sleepy for the first time. A deep feeling of fatigue came, causing Mo Hua’s eyelids to start fighting.
The ink painting struggled a few times, but it was still useless and couldn''t lift it up at all.
In the end, he couldn''t hold on. His eyes slowly closed, his head drooped, and he lay on the table, and his arms knocked over Ling Mo.
The spiritual ink spread out little by little, dyeing the array paper black.
Ink painting also had a nightmare.
In the nightmare, it was pitch black. A thing that looks like an "evil fetus" with a cruel look at the ink painting.
(This chapter ends)