Chapter 1016 Meeting


    The sunset is thick, and the smoke lingers in Taixu Mountain.


    Mo Hua was leading Zhang Lan to wander among the mountains, telling him some of the history of Taixu Gate, the ancient Taoist temples, the ancient pavilions, and the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.


    Zhang Lan was a little shocked.


    What shocked him was not entirely the long history, profound heritage, disciple style, magnificent mountain scenery, and various scenic spots...


    Of course these were also shocking, but what really shocked him was that he could actually enter the mountain gate of Taixu Gate?


    It was the time of the sword contest, and there were so many monks surrounded outside the mountain gate.


    Some of the monks had a high level of cultivation, some had extraordinary origins, and some were majestic, but without exception, they were all stopped outside the door.


    Zhang Lan was the same.


    The sect rules are strict, and the elders and inner disciples who guard the mountain are selfless and cannot be said at all.


    Ke Mohua arrived at the door and just smiled and shouted "Elder" and "Senior Brother", saying, "This is an uncle with a good relationship."


    The man who guarded the mountain actually let go without saying a word.


    The disciple who guarded the mountain saluted Zhang Lan.


    The elder who guarded the mountain actually nodded to Zhang Lan.


    It was even more outrageous when you arrived in Taixu Sect.


    All the disciples along the way almost shouted "Senior Brother" or "Little Brother" when they encountered Mo Hua.


    All the elders along the way would nod and say hello to Mo Hua in a very familiar way.


    Some elders even greet Mo Hua first, and Mo Hua then smiled and replied with a gift.


    Zhang Lan almost thought he was dreaming.


    If he hadn''t known about the origin of Mo Hua, he would have almost thought that Taixu Gate was opened by his Mo painter.


    In a powerful fifth-grade sect, the one who can receive this treatment is not a little ancestor, so he must be a little leader, right?


    Zhang Lan looked at the ink painting silently.


    He knew a long time ago that ink painting had a good reputation and good sociality, and he could "make good" anywhere.


    But it is somewhat a bit difficult to "get through" to such an extent, breaking through the upper limit of his imagination.


    As the two were walking, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle Zhang, you haven''t eaten yet, are you?"


    Zhang Lan nodded.


    Ink painting is generous: "I treat you!"


    In Taixu Sect, the place for disciples to eat is the dining hall where the disciples live.


    But only disciples can go to such places, so they really refuse "outsiders".


    Even if it is ink painting, it does not have that much authority.


    His greatest authority is at most to bring the head of the sect’s big white dog into the kitchen hall for free.


    But that was the head of the sect.


    Uncle Zhang''s side, he can''t make an exception.


    Mo Hua went to the kitchen hall, bought some wine and meat, took it out, and then led Zhang Lan to a quiet and beautiful mountain in the Youshan Mountain of Taixumen.


    I found a big stone and placed the good wine and meat on the cloth blanket.


    The two sat on the ground, facing the sunset and the scenery in front of them, which was a wonderful scene, eating meat, drinking, chatting and reminiscing.


    In this situation, Zhang Lan felt in a daze, as if he felt that he was still in Tongxian City, in the wine shop of the Mo painter, he was carefree, drinking wine, eating meat, chatting with Mo Hua, listening to the demon hunters chatting about interesting things in the mountains, waiting for the sunset to set, and the sunset shines on the red door.


    But in a blink of an eye, there was Taixu Sect in front of me again.


    The one who drank and ate meat with him was the genius of the sword-making contest between Taixu Sect and the leader of the formation. He was a handsome young man.


    After ten years of separation, it seems like yesterday that the appearance of ink paintings has changed, but in every move, it is still sincere and natural, and it seems that nothing has changed.


    People who practice Taoism will not change their original aspirations, but their innocent heart will not change.


    Zhang Lan sighed in his heart.


    Influenced by the temperament of ink painting, he naturally felt much more relaxed.


    Ink painting is no longer the ink painting, but it seems that it is still the ink painting.


    Mo Hua also looked at Zhang Lan.


    I found out that he, the lazy Uncle Zhang, seemed to have become much more "honest". He was not as idle as in Tongxian City, and he grew up a lot...


    Mo Hua nodded with relief.


    But at the same time, he was a little surprised:


    "Uncle Zhang, have you formed a pill?"


    Zhang Lan nodded, "Well, you''re lucky."


    Mo Hua frowned, not understanding.


    He remembered clearly that Uncle Zhang only cultivated his energy when he was in Tongxian City.


    Later, when he killed the big demon, Uncle Zhang had to break through the realm and become the foundation building.


    But now, after all these years of missing, he has formed a pill?


    This is somewhat outrageous.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help asking: "Uncle Zhang, isn''t there any problem with your cultivation level?"


    Zhang Lan was a little angry, "What''s the problem with his cultivation?"


    He saw that Mo Hua still didn''t believe it, and he was a little helpless, so he explained:


    "Didn''t I tell you that I have a good qualification. I was dissatisfied with the marriage arranged by my family before, so I got stuck in Qi Refining and went to a remote small place to work as a Dianshi to find a purity."


    "Later, I broke through the foundation building and I could only have Hui people."


    "After the Hui tribe, my father arranged a marriage for me again. I disagree. My father is quite old-fashioned, so he said that unless I build a pill and have the ability to be independent, this marriage will be necessary."


    "I can only go into seclusion and practice hard every day, break through one realm after another, and continue to cultivate to the peak of foundation building. After that, I formed a pill, which was lucky, and I succeeded in one go..."


    Mo Hua was shocked.


    Uncle Zhang is a man who is in his thirties and still cultivates his energy in his qi in order to escape the marriage.


    Then, in order to escape the marriage, could he become a pill in his forties? !


    Ink painting was shocked to Zhang Lan for a moment.


    He couldn''t help asking, "Uncle Zhang, if your father asks you to cultivate to the point of eternity, otherwise you will have to marry, then you will be able to live in the same place?"


    Zhang Lan was so angry that he couldn''t help but glared at Mo Hua:


    "You kid, you are starting to talk nonsense again. Is Yuhua so simple?"


    "My father is my father. He is just stubborn, not really without common sense. How could he really force me to become a majestic?"


    "He has been practicing for a lifetime and has been suffering for hundreds of years. Only then can he be lucky. With a little bit of spiritual communication, he barely achieved erection."


    "When you reach the point of eternity, you will be a real person."


    "He knows the difficulty of the Yuhua Realm better than anyone else, how could he really force me..."


    Speaking of this, Zhang Lan was slightly relieved, and he was also relieved:


    "Actually, let alone the eternal transformation, it is also very difficult for golden elixirs. To a large extent, it depends on whether the Heavenly Dao favors you."


    "Once you are too lucky, you will fail no matter how you form a pill. Many people are stuck here, and one card is for a lifetime."


    "I was worried before that the golden elixir was too difficult. Once I couldn''t break through, I couldn''t help myself, so I was stuck in the Qi Refining Realm."


    "If Tongxian City hadn''t been in trouble, I wouldn''t have broken through the foundation building so easily."


    "But fortunately, every drink and every peck will make you determined. I am also a blessing in disguise. I forced myself to force myself to the golden elixir..."


    Zhang Lan lying on the huge rock with her arms and legs raised. She quickly became "lazy" again with her naked eyes, and her tone was also lazy:


    "At the age of thirty, he is an older monk."


    "At the age of forty, I am definitely a young talent, and I have a lot of time."


    "I can also live a more leisurely life..."


    Mo Hua also learned from Zhang Lan, with her arms pillowed and her legs raised, lying lazily, and said enviously:


    "It''s so good... I don''t know yet, when will I be able to form a elixir..."


    Zhang Lan didn''t care, "You are now a genius of Taixu Sect. With the support of the sect, there is no lack of inheritance, no guidance from seniors, and there are so many elders to take care of you, so you still have to worry about the pill?"


    Mo Hua sighed, "This has nothing to do with inheritance. Uncle Zhang, you also say that making elixirs is a matter of personal luck."


    "If you have good luck, it depends on whether you are in charge of the Heavenly Dao. If the Heavenly Dao does not care about me, it will be difficult..."


    Zhang Lan nodded, "This is also..."


    He is lucky, but it does not mean that ink painting will be lucky.


    He hopes that Mo Hua will have good luck.


    But such things are governed by the way of heaven, and the way of heaven cannot be listened to.


    Zhang Lan thought deeply, then sighed helplessly, "I can''t help you with this..."


    "If it were before, I could get some inheritance experience from the Zhang family and give you reference..."


    "But now, you are already a disciple of the Taixu Sect. The Taixu Sect has a profound foundation and a long history. You should not use the legends of my Zhang family..."


    When Zhang Lan said this, he suddenly felt excited and immediately sat up straight, leaving no leisurely mood.


    He almost forgot!


    Shifting steps!


    This is the big deal!


    Mo Hua was shocked and a little strange when she saw him.


    Zhang Lan looked serious and found Mo Hua to "confession": "Mo Hua, do you still remember how you came from?"


    Mo Hua nodded: "A good-hearted uncle who passed by, left it to me."


    "Don''t say it wrong. If you say it wrong, I may die." Zhang Lan''s face tense.


    Mo Hua was puzzled, "Is it that serious?"


    Zhang Lan nodded: "It was not originally, but now it has it, it''s very serious!"


    Originally, he was just working as a dictionary in a remote little fairy city. By chance, he taught an ordinary little casual cultivator, just a little bit of his unique body skills of the Zhang family.


    But now the meaning is different. He "betrayed" his unique skills of the Zhang family to the genius leader of the Taixu Sect this generation.


    It was still under the attention of the great elder.


    This is deadly.


    During the day, Zhang Lan heard the conversation between Elder Feng and the Great Elder from beginning to end.


    At that time, Elder Zhang, in front of Elder Feng, carried people in a sedan chair, lifted the genius of the Feng family, and praised his unique steps in the wind and the wind.


    Then the wind steps of Xiaoyaomen and the wind steps of the Feng family were pressed down by ink painting in front of everyone.


    What I learned about ink painting is the passing steps of his Zhang family.


    Elder Feng didn''t know about this.


    If he knew, he would definitely think that Elder Zhang was "sarcastic" him.


    On the surface, he praised the genius of the Feng family for being outstanding and extraordinary. He passed on his unique skills and skills with his backhand, allowing a child of the Taixu Sect to overwhelm his Feng family.


    It would be strange if Elder Feng was not angry to death.


    Even if he doesn''t say it out loud, he will definitely feel a grudge in his heart.


    Even the Zhang family and the Feng family may have a rift.


    Therefore, the secret of "Shuibu" must not be revealed.


    This is not him, Zhang Lan, and he doesn''t want to eat bran and choke vegetables and kneel on the ancestral hall.


    But it is really for the friendship between the Great Elder and the Feng Elder for more than two hundred years, as well as the friendship between the Zhang family and the Feng family for generations.


    Zhang Lan''s expression was as firm as the rocks on Taixu Mountain:


    “Millions, don’t say it out!”


    Mo Hua felt the heavy weight of cause and effect here and nodded seriously: "Don''t worry, I won''t say anything if I beat you to death."


    "good!"


    After confirming Mo Hua''s resolute eyes, Zhang Lan finally felt relieved and changed to the "lazy" mode again, drinking while looking at the scenery of the mountains.


    After that, the two talked about the past of Tongxian City.


    Zhang Lan also asked about the recent situation of ink painting.


    I learned that except for practicing Taoism every day, practicing Taoism and painting formations, everything else is fine...


    The sect is good, the same family is friendly, the elders are friendly, and the head and ancestors are also very kind.


    Zhang Lan was completely relieved. Of course, he also took the time to ask other questions that he really minded, such as:


    "Your spiritual consciousness really has the peak of the nineteen-patterned pattern?"


    "You really beat the four major sects in the middle stage of foundation building and have the leader of the formation?"


    "Are you really the grandson of the ancestor of Taixu Sect?"


    "Is it the illegitimate son of the head of Taixu?"


    "I heard that you used fireball technique to explode the head of the No. 1 beauty in Zixia Sect?"


    …


    Most of the questions were answered truthfully by ink painting.


    For example, he is really the leader of the formation.


    He really relied on his "hard strength" to defeat the four major sects, and then he was the first in the formation. He did not commit favoritism or fraud, nor did he operate secretly.


    Also, he is not the illegitimate son of the head of Taixu.


    Not the grandson of Taixu ancestor.


    In addition, it wasn''t really his intention, he insisted on using fireball to explode the head of the No. 1 beauty in Zixia Sect.


    He focused on his sword discussion and was focused on it, but he really didn''t recognize it.


    It’s not that he wants to use his coldness to attract the fairy’s attention…


    Of course, there are some problems, and the ink painting also lies a little bit.


    For example, his spiritual consciousness is not the peak of the nineteenth pattern, but it is already the spiritual consciousness of the twenty-stitched Golden Elixir Realm.


    But such things are a bit shocking. In addition to the ancestor''s repeated instructions, it is difficult to say Mo Hua.


    …


    The two of them chatted like this, both like old acquaintances and friends, until the sunset sets, the sunset goes away, and night falls, and lights lights lit up in Taixu Mountain, which is empty and bright, and it is like a fairyland in the sky for a moment.


    Zhang Lan stood up and said goodbye.


    Ink paints words to keep them.


    Zhang Lan shook her head: "If you go back late, you will be blamed by the Great Elder, not to mention that you must concentrate on discussing the sword and not be disturbed."


    Ink painting hesitated for a moment and could only nod.


    Uncle Zhang is telling the truth.


    Sword debate is indeed very busy.


    Especially since he has a special identity and a trump card, once exposed to everyone''s vision, he will inevitably be targeted. Every swordsmanship requires a lot of time to think about countermeasures, formulate plans, and prepare for the future.


    This way you can win one game at a time.


    "Uncle Zhang, will you stay in Qianxuezhou for a while?"


    "Well," Zhang Lan nodded, "until the end of the sword contest."


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "Okay, the sword debate is over. I will invite you to drink and eat meat again."


    Zhang Lan also smiled and nodded, "Okay."


    The night became a little deeper, so Zhang Lan left and Mo Hua sent him to the gate of Taixu Mountain.


    Before leaving, Zhang Lan suddenly thought of something and said, "Mo Hua, you... be careful..."


    Mo Hua was stunned and didn''t understand very much, "Why are you careful?"


    Zhang Lan hesitated for a moment and asked, "You are talking about swordsmanship... do you like to use low-level spells..."


    Mo Hua nodded, looking at it for granted, "I only know low-level spells, of course I can only use low-level spells."


    "Then you use fireball technique to finish the attack..."


    “Save time and effort, fast and convenient.”


    "Then your hidden technique..."


    "They want to kill me, of course I have to use concealment to escape, otherwise I will be killed."


    "Then use hidden tricks to play hide and seek..."


    "Let''s delay time, wait for Xiaoxiao and the others to free up their hands and kill all sides, and we can win..."


    Zhang Lan was stunned.


    Mo Hua''s statement is indeed reasonable and well-founded, but he has no idea how much psychological trauma his "taken for granted" behaviors have caused to his disciples who are discussing swordsmanship.


    It made many viewers so angry that they vomited blood.


    The viewing table was full of the "sinful sins" ink paintings.


    But Zhang Lan didn''t know what to say about this matter for a while.


    After a moment, he sighed and thought to himself:


    Forget it, it is a mediocre person not to be jealous of others.


    If you want to achieve something in practicing Taoism and want to bear the praise of others, you will inevitably be slandered by others.


    Those who achieve great things cannot be jealous and even more impossible to be slandered.


    "I will always be in the audience, watching you show your power in the sword contest!" Zhang Lan said with a gentle expression, looking at Mo Hua encouraged.


    Mo Hua also smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."


    Later, under the night, the two said goodbye.


    Zhang Lan walked down the mountain.


    The ink painting stays on the mountain.


    The person who went down the mountain was filled with relief and sighing, and incredible.


    People who stay on the mountain also feel warmth and joy in their hearts.


    There are always some warm encounters during the long journey of practicing Taoism.


    In the vast crowd, there will be people who care about you silently.


    Mo Hua looked at Zhang Lan who was gradually moving away, with a kind smile on her face and her eyes were bright and bright.


    After Zhang Lan''s figure disappeared from afar, he turned around and returned to Taixu Gate... Of course, someone was concerned about ink painting.


    Of course, some people hate him.


    There are many people who care about him, and there are naturally more people who hate him.


    Kan Xuezhou District and within various sects.


    A mysterious "organization" is quietly established.


    A special order of letters is circulating in secret.


    This letter of mail has a stern name - "Tu Mo Ling".


    Every disciple who receives this "Mo Tu Order" can join this mysterious organization as long as he has certain cause and effect and reaches an agreed agreement.


    All disciples who hold the "Tu Mo Order" can communicate with the same elemental magnetic bottom array through tokens.


    Children of the League can communicate with each other and pass on letters.


    At this time, members with anger and hatred joined the alliance anonymously.


    In the Tumo Order, magnetic patterns appear words...


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    Everyone can''t speak for the time being.


    A completely anonymous man with a ball of black magnetic ink, using thickened magnetic ink to deliver a letter to everyone, with solemn words:


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    (This chapter ends)