The sunset is shining with thick rays of smoke.
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 mountains, 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 competition, 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 originally too.
The sect rules are strict, and the elders and inner disciples who guard the mountain are selfless and cannot be said at all.
When Mohua arrived at the door, she just smiled and called out a few words "elder" and "senior brother", saying, "This is an uncle with a good relationship with me."
The man guarding the mountain actually let go without saying a word.
The disciples guarding the mountain salute Zhang Lan.
The elder guarding the mountain actually nodded to Zhang Lan.
When I arrived in Taixu Sect, it was even more outrageous.
When all the disciples along the way encounter Mo Hua, they almost always shout "Senior Brother" or "Little Brother".
All the elders along the way would nod and greet Mo Hua in a very familiar way.
Some elders even greeted Mo Hua first, and then smiled and replied with a greeting.
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 had known for a long time that Mo Hua had a good reputation and good social interactions, and he could "make good" anywhere.
But being able to "get through" to such a level is somewhat somewhat broken, breaking through the upper limit of his imagination.
As the two walked, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle Zhang, you haven't eaten yet?"
Zhang Lan nodded.
The ink painting is generous: "I treat you!"
In Taixu Sect, the place where disciples can eat is the dining hall where their 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.
With 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 good wine and meat on a 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 trance that he felt that he was still in Tongxian City, in the wine shop of the Mo Painter, he was carefree and kept hiding, drinking wine, eating meat, and chatting with Mo Painting.
God, listen 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 swordsmanship of Taixu Sect, the leader of the formation, and 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.
Those who practice Taoism will not change their original aspirations, but the innocent heart will not change.
Zhang Lan sighed in his heart.
Influenced by the temperament of ink painting, he naturally felt much more relaxed.
The 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 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, I'm 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, in the blink of an eye, he has become a pill after not seeing each other for so many years?
This is somewhat outrageous.
Mo Hua couldn't help asking: "Uncle Zhang, is there any problem with your cultivation level?"
Zhang Lan was a little angry, "What's the problem with cultivation?"
Seeing that Mo Hua still didn't believe it, he was helpless and 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 Diansi to find a cleanliness."
"Later, I broke through the foundation building and I could only have the Hui tribe."
"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 bound to be made."
"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 forming pills, I am lucky and succeed 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, he was able to form 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 it that simple to be so scattered?"
"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 spiritual understanding, he barely achieved erection."
"When it comes to Yuhua, it's a real person."
"He knows the difficulty of the feathering realm better than anyone else, how could he really force me..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Lan was slightly relieved, and he was a little relieved:
"Actually, let alone the feathering, it is also very difficult to have a golden elixir. 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 got stuck in the Qi Refining Realm and became a mess."
"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 boulder with her arms and legs raised, and 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 talented man, and I have a lot of time."
"I can also live a more leisurely life..."
Mo Hua also imitated Zhang Lan, with her arms pillowed, her legs raised, and lay 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 shortage of inheritance, no shortage of 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 a pill is a matter of personal luck."
"It depends on whether the luck is good or bad. If the Heavenly Dao does not care about me, it will be difficult to deal with..."
Zhang Lan nodded, "This is also..."
He is lucky, but it does not mean that the ink painting will be lucky.
He hopes Mo Hua will have good luck.
But such things are governed by the way of heaven, and the way of heaven cannot listen to him.
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 heritage and a long history. You should not use the legends of my Zhang family..."
When Zhang Lan said this, his heart suddenly became excited and immediately sat up straight, leaving no leisurely mood.
He almost forgot!
Steps to the water!
This is the big deal!
Mo Hua was shocked and a little strange when he saw him.
Zhang Lan looked serious and found Mo Hua to "confession": "Mo Hua, do you still remember how your steps came from?"
Mo Hua nodded: "A passing, kind uncle, leave it to me."
"Don't say it wrong. If you say it wrong, I might die." Zhang Lan tense his face.
Mo Hua was puzzled, “Is it that serious?”
Zhang Lan nodded: "It was not originally, but now 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, raised the genius of the Feng family, and praised his steps on the wind and the steps on the wind, and how unique he was.
Then the Fengjie step of Xiaoyaomen and Fengjie of Fengjia were pressed over by the 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 that this was okay.
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 handed over his back to spread the unique skills of his Zhang family, allowing a child from the Taixu Sect to overwhelm his Feng family.
It would be strange if Elder Feng didn't die of anger.
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 his 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 of Taixu Mountain:
"My million, 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 sect is kind, the elders are friendly, and the leader and the ancestor are also very kind.
Zhang Lan was completely relieved.
Of course, he also took the time to ask other questions that he really minds, such as:
"Your spiritual consciousness is really at 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 the ancestor Taixu.
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 discussions and was focused on his mind, but he really didn't recognize him.
It’s not that he wants to use his coldness to attract the fairy’s attention…
Of course, some problems, Mo Hua 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 this kind of thing is a bit shocking. In addition, the ancestor has repeatedly told me, it is difficult to say the ink painting.
...
The two chatted like this, both like old acquaintances and friends, until the sunset sets, the sunset goes away, and night falls, and 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 swords and not be disturbed."
Mo Hua 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?"
"Yes," 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 swords... 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 wouldn't I be killed?"
"Then use hidden tricks to play hide and seek..."
"It's time to delay. Just 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 didn't know how much psychological trauma his "taken for granted" behaviors caused to the disciples who talked about the sword.
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 said to himself:
Forget it, it is a mediocre person not to be jealous of others.
If you want to achieve something in the practice of Taoism and to endure the praise of others, you will inevitably be slandered by others.
It is impossible for those who achieve great things to be jealous and even more impossible for them 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 and encouragingly.
Mo Hua also smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
Then 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.
Those who stay on the mountain also feel warmth and joy in their hearts.
During the long journey of practicing Taoism, there are always some warm encounters.
In the vast sea of ​​people, there will be people who are silently caring about you.
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 Sect...
Of course, some people are concerned about ink painting.
Of course, some people hate him.
There are many people who care about him, and there are many people who hate him, so there are naturally more people.
In the Qianxuezhou area, within various sects.
A mysterious "organization" is quietly established.
A special order of letters is circulating in secret.
This letter of sect has a murderous name—
"Ink-slaughtering Order".
Every disciple who obtains this "Mo Tu Order" can join this mysterious organization as long as he has certain cause and effect and reaches a consensus 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 ink slaughter order, the magnetic patterns appear words...
"A Canglang Sword Enters the Alliance..."
"I am incompatible with Fireball Technique and join the alliance..."
"The nameless people join the alliance..."
"Water Prison Technique should join the alliance..."
"The No. 1 Fairy Zixia joins the alliance..."
"Whoever learns to hide is the dog joins the alliance..."
"A young man like the wind joins the alliance..."
...
"The big fool joins the alliance..."
Everyone:...
This name made Tu Mo Ling quiet for a moment.
Someone asked: "Shi Tiangang?"
Big fool: "Yes."
Everyone: "..."
Damn the Water Prison Technique: "You don't have to be so direct, you can be a little more implicit, and at least hide your name..."
Big fool: "I'm anonymous."
Everyone: "..."
Damn the Water Prison Technique: "I mean, you can change the anonymous way, don't be so... straightforward?"
Big fool: "No need."
The big fool: "I use this name as my ambition to urge myself to slept with firewood and taste gall, and never forget the deep hatred of blood..."
The big fool: "I will never give up if I don't kill the ink painting!"
The nameless person: "Good! I admire you!"
A boy like the wind: "I'm the one."
A Canglang sword: "I can do my best."
The First Fairy of Zixia: "Tell me the missing spirit stone."
I am irreconcilable with Fireball Technique: "Swear to kill the ink painting!"
...
The crowd was excited for a moment, and they were all brushing:
"Damn the ink painting!"
"Swear to kill the ink painting!"
"I am incompatible with Mo Hua!"
"If you don't kill Mo Hua once, you will live in vain for this life!"
"I will never marry Mo Hua if I don't kill him once!"
...
After a while, the elemental magnetic fluctuated suddenly and the ink pattern failed.
No one can speak for the time being.
A man who is completely anonymous with a ball of black magnetic ink, uses bold magnetic ink to deliver letters to everyone, with solemn words:
"The Mo Tu League was established today.
Covenant: Ink painting deserves damn!
Purpose: Swear to kill ink painting!
Token: Ink-slaughtering order.
Conditions for joining the alliance: irreconcilable with ink painting!
Current tasks:
At the sword contest, kill the ink painting in front of everyone.
No limit on identity, no limit on cultivation, no limit on how to kill it once!
Those who use ink paintings with hand can be elected as the "leader" of this alliance and are highly praised by thousands of people.
His achievements are engraved in the hearts of everyone and will last forever!”
...
For a moment, all the holders of the "Ink-Slaying Order" ignited a raging fire in their hearts.
Chapter completed!