Yanshui Riverside.
Mo Hua and the "young master" in the black mist only looked at each other.
After that, the gorgeous flower boat sailed into the dark night and gradually disappeared.
Mo Hua's eyes were deep, and he kept these eyes in his heart silently, and then continued along the river bank and embarked on the road back to the sect.
The journey since then has been uneventful.
Half a day later, Mo Hua returned to the sect and first reported to Elder Song, who was in charge of attendance, explaining the whole story.
Contrary to Mo Hua's expectation, Elder Song, who had always been unreasonable, had an unexpectedly good attitude, even a little bit indifferent to Yourong.
It seems that when Mo Hua asked for leave, he asked for it very well and it was very honorable to him.
The ink painting is a bit confusing.
After bidding farewell to Elder Song, Mo Hua went to greet Mr. Xun again.
Mo Hua knew in his heart that Elder Song must be so tolerant of him because of Mr. Xun's face.
Other disciples are not qualified to take so much leave.
The elder was in the middle. Mr. Xun didn't know what he was busy with. His expression was solemn. When he saw the ink painting, he only asked a few questions, but because he was busy with business, he didn't say much. He only looked at the ink painting with a slightly serious look, showing a serious look on his face.
A thoughtful look.
Mo Hua was also a little confused, but seeing that Mr. Xun seemed to be busy with something important and couldn't be bothered, he said respectfully:
"Old sir, my disciple has left."
Old Mr.
"yes."
Mo Hua said solemnly, then bowed and left.
Mr. Xun stared at the direction Mo Hua left, frowning and looking for a long time before gathering his thoughts.
Let’s talk about Mo Hua’s child’s affairs later when we have time.
The most urgent thing...
Mr. Xun lowered his head and looked at the table.
In addition to the heavenly compass, there is also a map and a jade slip on the table.
Celestial compass, a glimpse of cause and effect.
On the map, a huge spiritual mine mountain range is shown, winding and twisting, running through the border of Qianxue State and the surrounding large areas, like a giant dragon created by spiritual power.
There are four words on the map:
"Qianlong Mountains".
The jade slips show the boundaries of the Qianxue state, the four major sects, the eight gates, the twelve streams, and the order of the sects of the hundreds of Qianxue sects.
These rankings are determined by the "Tao Discussion Conference", especially the most prestigious and prosperous Qianzhou "Sword Discussion Conference".
This compass shows the cause and effect of past events.
This jade slip and this map can determine the sect's "fame and fortune".
The future destiny of Taixu Sect depends on these three things.
But now, the heavenly compass cannot clear away the fog, the cause and effect are uncertain, and the future is unpredictable.
The other two are also afraid of accidents.
The weather may be unpredictable.
Mr. Xun looked out the window.
The Taixu Mountain outside the window is as simple and quiet as ever, with pavilions and pavilions hidden among the lush mountains and forests.
The disciples devote themselves to cultivating Taoism, and the elders teach and teach.
Misty clouds and smoke float in the mountains.
Everything is calm and the years are peaceful.
But in the dark, I'm afraid the current is already surging.
People have misfortunes and blessings, their families rise and fall, they are born in sorrow and die in peace and happiness.
If we don't make plans and think ahead, the danger of the sect's survival may seem far away, but in the blink of an eye, it may be imminent.
Mr. Xun already had a faint sense of crisis in his heart.
Outside Taixu Gate, murderous intent is everywhere.
"It's just...where does this murderous intention come from..."
"How can I, the Taixu Sect, break the situation? How can I find a glimmer of hope from the dangerous situation where evil thoughts are everywhere..."
Mr. Xun looked at the Taixu Gate, which has a long history and a vast entrance hall, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly. His old face was as solemn as a mountain.
…
Qianzhou, a forbidden area.
In a gloomy secret room.
Mr. Tu's face was terrifyingly gloomy.
Above the altar, under the huge white bones, the strange green candlelight made his face look like an evil ghost, ferocious and terrifying.
His voice was filled with anger and deep fear.
"Lord River God is missing..."
"The incarnation of the God Lord has disappeared."
"The altar was destroyed."
"The bloody fishing village was dug into the ground three feet by someone and was completely turned over..."
"The God Lord's minions have also been arrested..."
A terrifying divine punishment descended upon him, and the secret room was filled with terrifying, angry and evil thoughts.
Mr. Tu fell to his knees and clenched his teeth, blood oozing out from between his teeth.
His limbs were also twisted to a certain extent, a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice trembled.
"Ask God...forgive..."
"I already have an idea...I..."
Mr. Tu coughed up blood from his mouth and was unable to speak.
The violent evil thoughts gradually subsided and the divine punishment eased a little. Mr. Tu coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood and was able to continue speaking.
"It's... Taixu Sect..."
"Qianzhou Tianji magic has declined, and Shinto formations have disappeared. Some old people are either obsessed with fame and fortune, or they are wise to protect themselves..."
"Loss of things will lead to prosperity. If you indulge people's desires without guarding their hearts, the way of spiritual thought will decline."
"Only the Taixu Sect has some remnants of Shen Nian Sword Dao."
"Taixumen..."
Mr. Tu had a long-term vision, "Hundreds of years ago, it was like this. As soon as the Heshen Temple was built and not long after the altar was opened, it was discovered by a genius swordsman in the Jindan realm from the Taixu Sect."
"That man has practiced the method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, and has achieved a small degree of swordsmanship. He is almost..."
Mr. Tu's eyes were full of fear, "...I only missed it by a small margin, destroying the embryo of the incarnation of the God Lord, destroying the altar of the River Temple, and making all my hard work of a hundred years come to nothing."
"At the critical moment, it was the God Lord who showed his power and defeated this man, destroyed his Taoist heart, and cut off his destiny sword."
"But the incident at the River Temple still has a cause and effect."
"Now hundreds of years have passed, the Heshen Temple has been discovered again, but this time it is different from the first time. This person acted covertly and carefully, without being noticed by ghosts and ghosts. He did not reveal any news, and the power of his spiritual thoughts was so powerful. Terrifying, the method of killing with divine will is very cruel..."
"The Lord River God who guards one side, and the incarnation of the immortal God Lord, are all..."
Mr. Tu's heart trembled and he did not dare to say any more.
To be continued...