Chapter 988 The Blood of the Dragon


    Taixu Sect, the elder''s residence.


    As the end of the year approaches, Xun Ziyou talked with Mr. Xun about the sword contest as usual.


    These things were specially arranged by Mr. Xun.


    After three rounds of tea, the main chat was almost done. Xunziyou took a sip of tea, hesitated for a while, and asked:


    "Old ancestor, have you... taught the swordsmanship of ink painting?"


    Mr. Xun was a little surprised, looked at Xun Ziyou and asked lightly, "Why do you ask that?"


    Xunzi was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Mo Hua seemed to... learn the true technique of transforming the sword through the Taixu divine thoughts..."


    Mr. Xun''s pupils shrank slightly, "What did you say?!"


    Xunzi repeated it silently.


    Mr. Xun''s eyes flickered, "Did you see it?"


    Xun Ziyou nodded slightly, "I saw him and used his divine thoughts to transform his sword... to kill a third-grade pig demon."


    Mr. Xun was stunned.


    After a while, his brows frowned, looked at Xun Ziyou in confusion, and asked slowly:


    "You...know what you were just talking about?"


    Ink painting…


    Have you learned the true secret of turning into a sword in a divine mind?


    Kill a third-grade Jindan realm pig demon?


    How can these outrageous things be linked together?


    Mr. Xun thought for a moment and said to Xunzi:


    "Your head is stretched over, I''ll check your sea of ??consciousness..."


    He is a little worried now whether Xun Ziyou was influenced by evil things when he was in the Gushan Temple. His sea of ??consciousness is still a little confused, so he is prone to whimsical thoughts and cannot tell the difference between random thoughts and reality.


    Mr. Xun showed care in his eyes.


    Xun Ziyou smiled bitterly, "Old ancestor, I''m fine, I really saw it with my own eyes..."


    Mr. Xun''s movements were stagnant. Seeing that Xun Ziyou''s eyes were clear and not like he was telling lies, he asked in a deep voice:


    “When did it happen?”


    "It''s during the day." Xunziyou said, "Mo Hua went to Refining the Demon Mountain and said she wanted to practice a small method. I saw it accidentally..."


    Xunziyou talked about the incident one by one.


    Mr. Xun frowned, "Mo Hua knows, have you seen it?"


    Xunziyou pondered, "I am far away and I restrained my breath again. He focused all his mind on the pig demon, and he probably didn''t notice me..."


    Average monks, even if they are golden elixir monks, must concentrate and do their best to fight with a third-grade golden elixir pig demon, and they cannot have time to take care of them.


    Not to mention, ink painting only has the foundation-building realm.


    Mr. Xun remained silent and his expression began to become serious.


    Xunziyou did not lie


    Then he had to look at this seemingly "absurd" thing with a serious attitude.


    But Mr. Xun frowned and thought for a long time, it was still difficult for him to connect these things.


    Just look at it alone, it is absolutely impossible whether it is learning to transform the sword into a divine mind or killing the golden elixir pig demon...


    Ink painting builds the foundation, how can you learn to turn the magic into a sword?


    The true secret of Taixu''s divine thought transforming sword is the supreme sword technique of Taixu Sect, the inheritance of the sect, and the forbidden technique of Taixu Sect.


    All the amazing swordsman geniuses of Taixu Sect have been practicing swordsmanship since childhood and laying a solid foundation.


    Only by cultivating until the late stage of the Golden Elixir and having a stable soul can you get started.


    Only by cultivating until one is transformed and one’s soul leaves one’s body can one achieve a small success.


    Only when the cave is empty and the real and real can you kill the gods.


    Based monks…How to learn to transform into swords by divine thoughts?


    Besides, the child Mo Hua is not a sword cultivator.


    He is a casual cultivator. He was poor when he was young. He probably never touched the spiritual sword and did not have a slight foundation for the sword.


    There is no natal sword, how can you transform your sword from the divine thoughts?


    Also, where did he come from when his teacher came from?


    Taixu''s divine thoughts turn into swords, with harsh conditions, hard practice, and closed inheritance, which is not easy to learn.


    If you want to master it, you need guidance from senior experts, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes and practice it to become obsessed with the practice.


    Now, the only one who is truly proficient in the entire Taixu Sect is his senior brother Dugu.


    He, the ancestor Dongxu, has never learned the magical sword technique because he does not follow the sword path.


    But his senior brother...


    Mr. Xun sighed in his heart.


    The senior brother''s serious injury has not healed, like a rotten tree. Now he has been sealed in the back mountain. His fate is uncertain. How could he pass on the ink painting sword technique?


    Even though he had the opportunity to spread the word before, Mo Hua, an outer disciple, could not enter the back mountain at all.


    The senior brother is also accustomed to the sword tomb. He is extremely arrogant and withdrawn, and it is even more impossible to let go of his figure and teach Mo Hua himself a little disciple who has no relatives and no reason and does not understand the sword''s way of cultivation and turning into a sword.


    Besides, even if you learn ink painting, you can learn it. But use divine thoughts to transform a sword and cross the border to kill the golden elixir monster?


    It cannot be written in the storybook.


    The attainments of the divine sword needed here are terrifying.


    The Divine Sword is a profound sword technique, and there are many sword styles in it.


    Sword-making style, Sword of Scare, Sword of Sword of Sword, and even the ultimate Sword-killing style...


    One step by step.


    If you want to cross the border and kill the golden elixir, you must cultivate the Divine Sword.


    But to cultivate the most powerful God-Slaying Sword stance, I don’t know how many years of hard work it takes, and I don’t know how much effort it takes to be put into practice.


    This requires the years and hard work.


    The ink painting has made a pill, but he is too young, so where can he get the skill to cultivate such profound attainments in the sword?


    Even his senior brother Dugu, who is extremely talented in swordsmanship, cannot do such a thing at the same level...


    What''s more, the spiritual thoughts of ink painting have just become elixirs, and they are so strong that they are limited.


    Even if he practiced the God-Slaying Sword and devoted all his mind to kill a pig demon in the Golden Pill Realm, it would be easier...


    …


    The interior was silent.


    The candlelight sways, and the flames burn little by little.


    Mr. Xun said nothing and fell into long-term contemplation.


    He repeated this matter back and forth, thinking about it all over and over again, thinking that everywhere is a loophole.


    Xunziyou dare not disturb him.


    I don’t know how long it took, but Mr. Xun came to his senses and asked Xun Ziyou, “Are you sure you saw... Mo Hua used a sword?”


    Xun Ziyou thought for a moment and shook his head, "He didn''t have a sword in his hand, but he pointed at the eyebrows, and then there seemed to be a sword light in his eyes..."


    "Are you sure it''s Sword Light?"


    Xun Ziyou was not sure when asked this.


    He didn''t see the whole picture, but only saw the mottled golden gossip, which faintly formed a phantom of the sword blade.


    But it is hard to say whether this is a sword light.


    "But there is sword intention..."


    "Are you sure it''s the sword intent?"


    Xunziyou had nothing to say again.


    The sword intention belongs to the divine thoughts, and he can only "feel" that based on his own experience, but he cannot verify it.


    Mr. Xun''s eyes were fixed and he turned his mind: "So, this is not the true magical sword transformation technique of Taixu Sect!"


    Even if it is in case, it will never be allowed!


    The Taixu divine thought transforms into a sword, which is the Taixu access control technique.


    No matter how outstanding the ink painting is or how popular it is, his current identity is still just an outer disciple of the Taixu Sect.


    Outer disciples, it is a great responsibility to secretly learn the sect’s access control technique.


    Once it is spread, Taixu Sect can''t handle itself at all.


    If it is a painting of ink, he will not be able to bear it from the bottom of his heart.


    Studying ban arts and according to the laws of the general sects, the least they will abolish their cultivation and expel them from the sects. In severe cases, they will be executed.


    If you are not punished, you will be given a handle and will be criticized by other sects.


    Even within the sect, it is impossible to convince the public.


    Everyone will think about learning the forbidden arts secretly.


    This is an act of corrupting the family style.


    Therefore, it is impossible for ink painting to learn the true secret of Taixu''s divine thoughts turning into swords.


    Mr. Xun said, "He is the foundation-building person, and he is not a sword cultivator. How could he learn to transform a sword into a divine mind? Moreover, he doesn''t even have a sword in his hand..."


    Xunziyou was stunned for a moment and thought it made sense.


    He just took preconceived ideas and felt that he took it for granted. After thinking about it carefully, it was true that these did not conform to the "rules" of the sword technique of the divine mind.


    But Mo Hua is used to being bizarre, and he didn''t think so much for a moment.


    But no matter how bizarre you are, you must follow the basic laws of practice.


    In the records of the sect, the magical mind transformed into a sword was not what he practiced like like...


    Xun Ziyou nodded, then raised her eyes and looked at Mr. Xun.


    "Then, the ancestor... what kind of Taoist method did Mo Hua use? Is it a special kind of divine thought technique?"


    After all, even a third-grade pig demon can be killed.


    Mr. Xun was silent.


    Xunzi was a little surprised when he observed his expression and said, "Old ancestor, do you... don''t know?"


    Mr. Xun raised his head and looked at him silently.


    Xun Ziyou immediately realized that he was talking too much, and immediately became honest, lowered his head to drink tea, and did not dare to ask more questions.


    Mr. Xun pondered for a moment and said to Xunzi:


    "This matter is a bit strange, but you don''t have to make a fuss. It''s a bit ridiculous to kill the golden elixir monster with one foundation... What''s more, you should know the foundation and background of the child Mo Hua."


    "His formation attainments may be considered a great success among his peers."


    "But in terms of positive combat power, it''s far from it."


    "Not to mention, if you kill a third-grade monster with your own strength, it is probably..."


    Mr. Xun paused and then said, "It was him carrying some treasure that he protected. In critical moments, he automatically protected the master and killed the third-grade monster."


    "Protective treasure?" Xun Ziyou was stunned, and then nodded, "The ancestor said it is reasonable."


    To be honest, he definitely didn''t believe it in his heart.


    But he had no other explanation.


    Moreover, this was what the ancestor said, so he dared not refute it.


    Seeing that Xun Ziyou was skeptical, Mr. Xun simply waved his hand, "Don''t worry about this matter, I know it."


    "Yes." Xunziyou bowed.


    After the ancestor said this, he couldn''t talk much. Xun Ziyou bowed, "The ancestor, I''ll say goodbye first."


    Mr. Xun nodded slightly, looked at Xun Ziyou, and then reminded him: "Don''t spread this matter, let alone talk nonsense everywhere."


    "Especially, the true art of the Divine Thought Transformation of Sword... Whether it is true or false, once it is spread out and it will cause great trouble, it will cause great trouble!"


    Mr. Xun''s tone was extremely solemn.


    Xunziyou was shocked. He almost forgot that this was forbidden technique.


    Forbidden techniques are not a joke.


    The so-called forbidden art is a taboo art, which is a forbidden art. It is recorded in the Dao Court and is never allowed to learn it again.


    Therefore, ink painting must never learn the true secret of turning into swords.


    Xun Ziyou knew the pros and cons, and immediately said in his heart: "Old ancestor, I will forget this."


    Mr. Xun nodded and waved his hand, "Go down."


    "Yes." Xun Ziyou bowed his hand solemnly and then retreated respectfully.


    The elder was in the middle and became quiet for a moment.


    The candlelight sways.


    Mr. Xun was still sitting there, motionless, but his mind was like a candle, floating.


    He couldn''t believe this.


    Even though he wanted to believe it, he really couldn''t explain this kind of thing that was too contrary to common sense and had no signs of cause and effect.


    What''s more, my senior brother...


    Mr. Xun turned his head, looked deep at the back mountain, and finally sighed deeply.


    "Taixu''s Divine Thoughts Turning Sword True Art..."


    These words are also a pain in his heart.


    Once upon a time, this sword technique symbolized the most prosperous glory of Taixu Sect.


    At that time, the Taixu Sect’s Divine Thought Sword was cultivated like a cloud, and he realized the way of heaven with his heart. The true secret of divine thoughts was transformed into a true sword. After a hundred years, the sword was used to kill evil spirits.


    Under the sword of divine thoughts, evil spirits will be used to prevent them from being sharp.


    But success turns into a sword, and failure turns into a sword.


    Over the years, countless magical sword cultivators have fallen under this sword technique that "harm others and hurt yourself".


    This sword technique is not only the supreme dignity of Taixu Sect, but also the most painful scar of Taixu Sect.


    Now, this sword technique is finally about to completely disappear with Senior Brother Dugu.


    Once Brother Dugu returns to the dust and his divine thoughts turn into swords, he will be completely annihilated.


    Perhaps he would never see the true secret of Taixu''s Divine Thought Transformation of Swords again.


    People in the world can no longer see it, and the shocking sharpness of the sword through the divine thoughts.


    Mr. Xun''s eyes were dim.


    This is something he has long known.


    He also made the decision to ban the sword of divine thoughts.


    This is destined to be inevitable, but to this point, Mr. Xun still feels deep loss and endless melancholy in his heart.


    At this moment, Xunziyou''s words just now came to his mind again.


    Mr. Xun''s gloomy eyes suddenly shone with a hint of light.


    "The true secret of the sword transformation from divine thoughts..."


    “Ink painting…”


    Mr. Xun said these two names gently and his brows gradually frowned.


    "It should be... impossible... how is it possible?"


    "But if it''s true..."


    Mr. Xun felt a little horrified and sighed slightly. As his divine thoughts flowed, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he didn''t know what he was thinking about...


    …


    Mo Hua didn''t know that he was using his magical sword and was seen by Elder Xunziyou who was secretly staring at him.


    The battle with the third-grade Jindan realm pig demon was too dangerous and too nervous, and he didn''t dare to get distracted at all.


    With his foundation-building cultivation, killing the Golden Pill Pig Demon almost consumed all his divine thoughts.


    Therefore, Mo Hua did not notice that he was "peeping" by Elder Xunziyou.


    In the following days, he was still immersed in the joy of using his divine thoughts to transform the sword into the true secret of the third-grade golden elixir pig demon.


    It’s a pity that this kind of thing is hard to say.


    He is not very good at finding people to brag everywhere.


    No one of his junior brothers knew that he had accomplished such an amazing "feat".


    Walking in brocade clothes at night, those who know nothing about it.


    Mo Hua felt very uncomfortable.


    But he still had to keep a normal mind and continue to practice.


    Fortunately, after more than a month, the discomfort gradually subsided, and it was the end of the year, and the sect was about to take the assessment again.


    The ink painting exam has been completed, and the scores are one, two, two, four, and four.


    The formation "A", the Taoist method "B", and there is also an alchemy. For some reason, he was also given a "B".


    Usually, he was a C-6.


    Last year, there was one more B.


    This year, there is another B.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help frowning.


    He studied cause and effect. He knew that something abnormal would happen. For no reason, he would not be able to do so well in the exam.


    Therefore, Mo Hua always feels a sense of crisis in her heart.


    …


    After the exam, it’s the New Year again.


    Mo Hua is going to go to Gu’s family for the New Year’s banquet this year.


    He went to talk to Mr. Xun specifically.


    Because the current situation is special, the matter of the Shen family has been settled on the surface, but the interests and the competition among the aristocratic families are really not sure how **** it is.


    I don’t know whether it’s appropriate to go to Gu’s house for free now.


    Mr. Xun thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "It''s okay if you go."


    The matters about Gushan, Taixu Sect and Gu family, must have been recorded in the account by the Shen family, and they didn''t care whether they were implicated or not.


    Moreover, it is also a good thing to have a friendship with the Gu family.


    Mr. Xun wrote another calligraphy, and asked the ink painting to give it to the Gu family.


    Mo Hua happily thanked.


    It was getting late, and Mo Hua bowed and said goodbye to Mr. Xun. After the ceremony, he looked up and met Mr. Xun''s extremely deep and complex gaze, and he was a little stunned for a moment.


    "Old sir, is there anything wrong?" Mo Hua said in confusion.


    Mr. Xun took a deep look at the ink painting.


    This look gave the ink painting an illusion that Mr. Xun was guessing something in his heart, but due to some cause and effect, he was not very brave to say it out.


    Mr. Xun was worried and wanted to ask something, but when he looked at Mo Hua, he had grown a lot taller and had a young figure, he suddenly felt a little sad.


    Have grown a lot...


    The eyes are gentle and clear, deep and resolute, and although the face is a little childish, the expression seems much calmer.


    There are some things that he can already bear on his own.


    Or, since he was a child, he has been "carrying" him...


    Mr. Xun sighed slightly, "Nothing..."


    He looked at Mo Hua, patted his shoulder, and said in a gentle voice, "It''s the New Year, have fun."


    Mo Hua nodded and smiled, "Sir, I''ll go back first."


    “Yeah, OK.”


    Mo Hua bowed and said respectfully.


    After the ink painting left, Mr. Xun continued to read the jade slips.


    In the jade slip, there is a line of words written on "Taixu Access Control Technique Catalog".


    Mr. Xun looked at the forbidden arts catalog and fell into deep thought...


    …


    Qingzhou City, Gu family.


    There are decorations in the brightly lit backyard.


    Ink painting brings Yuer to the lanterns.


    Yu''er''s face was flushed, and she looked up at the red fish and dragon lanterns made by Mo Hua for him, looking excited.


    But when he turned his head and looked at the ink painting, Yu''er''s expression suddenly became lonely again, with her eyelids drooping and her words were silent, feeling pitiful.


    Mo Hua noticed that his mood was wrong and asked softly, "What''s wrong?"


    Yu''er was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Brother Mo, are you going to leave?"


    Mo Hua was stunned, "Who told you?"


    Yu''er shook her head, then looked up at Mo Hua, "The big guys said that after graduation, they will leave Taixu Gate and Qianzhou. Brother Mo, are you going to leave too?"


    The "big guy" in Yuer''s mouth is about the stupid Cheng Mo.


    Mo Hua looked at Yu''er.


    Yu''er''s eyes were shining brightly under the lights in the sky, revealing a strong reluctance.


    Mo Hua didn''t want to lie to him very much, so he just whispered: "It''s possible."


    Yuer was even more disappointed.


    Mo Hua rubbed his hair, "It is normal for people to have joys and sorrows. In the future, Yuer will grow up. You must learn to rely on yourself, be firm in your heart, and keep growing stronger..."


    The sound of ink painting is gentle and slowly penetrates into Yuer''s heart.


    Yuer gradually had the courage in her heart, nodded seriously, and then he felt a little attached and asked:


    "Then can I see Brother Mo again in the future?"


    Mo Hua nodded with a smile, "Yes, I will come to see you when I have time. Or one day, Yuer, you have a strong cultivation level and can travel to Jiuzhou. We will definitely meet again."


    "When I become strong... I can meet again..." Yu''er''s eyes suddenly revealed her longing, and then she nodded repeatedly, "Brother Mo, I will definitely practice well. I will go to find you in the future!"


    Mo Hua smiled gently, "Okay!"


    Yu''er also laughed, and the lights in the sky shone on his face, looking innocent and romantic.


    Mo Hua felt relieved, but the next moment, his soul trembled, the dragon soul resonated, and blood was red in front of him.


    The lights in the sky shone on Yu''er''s face, and they were as bright as blood.


    And this blood-red color vaguely forms a dragon shadow.


    This blood-colored dragon shadow, set against the red fire, swam on Yu''er''s face, and then twisted and winded into Yu''er''s seal hall and merged into his soul.


    Mo Hua''s heart trembled.


    "…dragon?"


    "What is the blood of Yu''er...the blood of the dragon?"


    (This chapter ends)