After returning to the clan, life was peaceful.
Ink painting practices as usual and learns formations every day.
But in his spare time, he was still very concerned about the sect with the ancient swordsmanship inheritance before Tai'a, Chongxu and Taixu were separated.
So he made some insinuations and asked around, wondering if anyone in Taixu Sect knew the name of this ancient sect.
No one among the disciples knew.
He asked among the elders, including Xun Ziyou, Xun Zixian, and the gentle Elder Murong, but they couldn't explain clearly.
After much thought, Mo Hua could only ask Mr. Xun.
On this day, after Mo Hua asked Mr. Xun about the essence of the Nineteen Patterns and Bagua formation, he took the opportunity to ask this question:
"Old sir, I heard from others that the predecessor of our Taixu Sect was an ancient swordsmanship sect. Do you know the name of this ancient sect?"
Mr. Xun was startled and looked at the ink painting with a strange look, "Why do you ask this?"
"I'm just a little curious," Mo Hua said.
Mr. Xun's expression became subtle for a moment, and after a moment he sighed with some sadness:
"This matter is too long ago. That name is not allowed to be mentioned again. I don't know..."
Mr. Xun said he didn't know, but Mo Hua looked at him and it didn't look like he didn't know.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, suddenly realized something, and asked again:
"You said, 'I won't let you mention it again.' Who didn't let it happen again?"
Old Mr.
"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.
The old gentleman didn't say anything, and he didn't allow questions, so he probably had some hidden secret.
Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting again, pondered for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask:
"How has your spiritual consciousness improved?"
Mo Hua said truthfully: "I'm a little more diligent, but very slow..."
"Really..." Mr. Xun sighed slightly.
He knew that this progress was normal.
After all, the Nineteenth Pattern of the Second Grade is already close to the limit of spiritual awareness for foundation building. On this basis, every step forward is extremely difficult.
There are limits to spiritual practice.
Once you are close to the edge, even if you have spiritual power that can be cultivated with spiritual stones and exercises, it will be difficult to make progress, and it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Let alone a spiritual consciousness that has no power to cultivate.
But Mr. Xun still has some regrets.
Mo Hua couldn't help but ask: "Old sir, is my consciousness really important?"
Mr. Xun shook his head and said with a gentle expression: "It's nothing. Just practice with peace of mind and don't be distracted by other things..."
There are some things that cannot be said yet.
Don't let Mo Hua bear too heavy a burden.
But after saying that, Mr. Xun suddenly fell silent.
He stared at the growing ink painting, thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice:
"Ink painting."
Mo Hua couldn't help but look at Mr. Xun.
Mr. Xun looked solemn and said slowly:
"The borders of Qianxue State are turbulent and turbulent. What happens soon will probably be related to the rise and fall of our Taixu Sect..."
"The causes and effects of this matter are complicated, there are too many changes, and no one knows what the outcome will be. Therefore, every time your consciousness becomes stronger, you will gain more protection."
Mo Hua was shocked.
Is it related to the rise and fall of Taixu Sect?
He had only guessed that the matter would not be trivial, but he did not expect that it would be so serious.
Moreover, these words were said by the enigmatic Mr. Xun.
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and nodded seriously:
"Old sir, I understand."
…
After leaving Mr. Xun, Mo Hua suddenly felt that there was a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Since strengthening one's own spiritual consciousness is a major matter related to the survival of the sect, then one cannot slack off.
It’s not that you want to be evil.
But due to the general situation, it is impossible not to eat.
Eating a little is not enough, you have to eat a big meal.
It’s time to hurry up…
Mo Hua thought for a moment and then wrote to Gu Changhuai:
"Uncle Gu, have you checked the Xiao family?"
Gu Changhuai: "This is Daotingsi's business, don't ask."
Mo Hua was a little unhappy and said:
"Uncle Gu, I have told you about the Water Prison Gate and Elder Yu. Shouldn't you also be a little more loyal and tell me about the Xiao family? This can be regarded as 'reciprocity'?"
Gu Changhuai fell silent.
When Mo Hua said this, he felt a trace of guilt in his heart.
It seems that he did take advantage of the ink painting.
After thinking for a moment, Gu Changhuai sighed: "I can tell you, but you have to be careful with the Xiao family."
"Most of the monks from the past generations of the Xiao family have served in the Dao Tingsi. They are proficient in the ways of punishment and prison, and their methods are ruthless. What's more, you still have a life of the Xiao family in your hands, so it's best if you don't have anything to do with the Xiao family..."
"Yeah." Mo Hua said, "I understand."
Gu Changhuai sighed.
He didn't know whether Mo Hua really understood it or pretended to understand it, but he still said:
"I checked, and there is indeed a shadow of the Xiao family in these things."
"Ye Jin's elder brother was the one named Ye Xiu. When he died on the Yanshui River, the Ye family went to the Daoting Division to cancel their registration. The executive responsible for the matter was a member of the Xiao family."
"On the other side, Dragon Crossing the River killed Ye Xiu, whose pseudonym was 'Mr. Lin'. This case was also handled by members of the Xiao family."
"And it just so happens that the person who handled these two things is the same person."
"This man turned one case into two completely unrelated matters."
"And you also know this person..."
"I know him too?" Mo Hua was stunned.
He didn't know many people in the Xiao family, could it be...
"Howling Sky Dog?" Mo Hua asked.
In the Xiao family, the only people he has an impression of are the Smiling Tiger and the Roaring Sky Dog.
The Smiling Tiger is Xiao Diansi from the Qianxue Prefecture Jie Dao Tingsi, who is full of smiles but not smiling at all.
Roaring Sky Dog is Xiao Tianquan, the direct descendant of the Xiao family who has a bright future and has a lot of people working hard to gain merit for him when he first joined the Daoting Division.
Smiling Tiger is a Tonji, so he cannot do everything by himself.
Other than that, it can only be the Roaring Sky Dog...
To be continued...