Just one look at you and I almost killed you?
Shen Qingsheng held his breath in his throat, and his chest was so clogged that he couldn't say a word.
Shen Shouxing glanced at him with disappointment, and then said solemnly: "Tell me honestly, did you secretly learn something behind my back?"
It was impossible for Shen Shouxing to believe that someone could kill someone just by looking at him.
Mo Hua is in the late stage of foundation building, and his son is also in the late stage of foundation building.
The two have similar cultivation levels, and even in terms of spiritual roots, spiritual power, martial arts and Taoism, his son is superior.
How could he lose his mind, babble madly, and lose his moral integrity after just one look?
It is impossible for a foundation-building monk to have such a method.
There is a high probability that it is his son's own problem.
Shen Shouxing took a deep look at his son.
He is too busy on weekdays.
As someone who occupies an important position, he already has a lot of things to do, and his every move is watched by others. Let alone going one step further, even if he just wants to protect his own interests, he has to work hard and has no time to care about others.
He couldn't keep an eye on his son and didn't know what he did on a daily basis.
But how could he not know the dandy habits of the children of the aristocratic family?
Thinking of that "obsessed" appearance, Shen Shouxing really doubted whether his son, in order to seek excitement, had practiced some shady Taoism, so that when he did it, his meridians suddenly went crazy and he went crazy. .
This kind of thing is a taboo!
It would be okay if he was not exposed, but once he is exposed and noticed by others, his son will be useless.
Not to mention being expelled from the sect, in more serious cases, one may even have their family tree wiped out, or even be thrown into a Taoist prison.
In this way, his only son was sentenced to "death".
The foundation he has worked hard for so many years has no one to inherit or pass on, and in the end it all goes to waste.
Shen Shouxing's eyes became more and more severe.
Shen Qingsheng's face was pale and his eyes were panicked, "Dad, I didn't...Dad, I am your son, how could you not believe me and believe that little bastard's nonsense?"
Shen Shouxing said angrily: "Shut up and don't say anything rude again! Little bastard, little bastard, do you know who he is?"
"Isn't he just an ordinary disciple of Taixu Sect?"
Shen Shouxing sneered, "The leader of the formation path, favored by the ancestor, is he also an ordinary disciple?"
Shen Qingsheng looked dissatisfied and sneered, "What is the Dao leader of the array? That's because he is lucky. An ancestor gave him a backdoor. If not, how could he win over my senior Dao sect brothers in the middle stage of foundation building?"
Shen Shouxing scolded: "Then why don't you have good luck? Why don't you become the leader of the formation?"
"I..." Shen Qingsheng hesitated, then frowned, "If an ancestor lifts me up and gives me a back door to become the leader of the formation, what's the problem?"
Shen Shouxing took a deep breath.
This son is really wasted.
I have been pampered and arrogant since I was a child. Everything comes too easily, so I don’t know how to cherish it at all.
Because I have never really struggled, I look down on other people's efforts and cannot see their strength.
Shen Shouxing sighed and didn't bother to say anything more. He only warned sternly: "I don't care about other things, but you must never provoke that ink painting again."
"Dad! He..."
"Shut up!"
"Dad!" Shen Qingsheng refused, "We are the Shen family, hereditary Qian Dao Sect, just a Taixu Sect, what should we be afraid of?"
Shen Shouxing said sternly: "We are the Shen family, but the Shen family is not ours. The Qiandao Sect is hereditary, but you are just a disciple of the Qiandao Sect."
"Where do you have the courage to look down on Taixu Sect, one of the eight gates? How dare you disrespect their ancestors?"
"It's really... I don't know the heights of the world!"
Shen Qingsheng looked disdainful, obviously not hearing a word, and secretly said:
"This boy from the Taixu Sect has a problem with Mr. Lin. He won't give Mr. Lin face, so I have to give him some trouble."
Shen Shouxing said: "I sent you to Mr. Lin so that you can rely on his status to make connections and climb up the ladder step by step."
"Master Lin, that is the real master. Don't think that you are really the same kind of people."
Shen Qingsheng looked unruly and said nothing.
Shen Shouxing was too lazy to say any more, "I'm going to say this, you are not allowed to offend Taixu Sect's ink paintings again, otherwise I will put you in solitary confinement and stop your spiritual stone expenses for three months."
Shen Qingsheng was anxious, "Dad, I am your biological son! If you don't want to help me, why are you turning your elbows outward to protect that little..."
Shen Shouxing's eyebrows changed, not angry but powerful.
Shen Qingsheng knew that his father was really angry, so he immediately did not dare to say anything more, but he also had a stubborn look on his face.
Shen Shouxing sighed and waved his hand, "Go down."
"Yes..." Shen Qingsheng curtly saluted and then withdrew.
Shen Shouxing looked at Shen Qingsheng's back and frowned. When Shen Qingsheng left, he waved to a close aide and ordered:
"Just keep an eye on him and don't let him mess around."
"Yes, elder."
The confidant took the order and went down.
Shen Shouxing stood in the gorgeous but empty study room, feeling that everything was complicated but his heart was empty.
"I have worked so hard to get to this point. I don't know how much I have paid, how much humiliation I have endured, how much I have sacrificed..."
"In the end...what is all this for..."
Shen Shouxing looked lonely and murmured.
…
Taixu Gate.
I practice ink painting as usual, take classes, and draw formations.
When he was free, he sent a letter to Gu Changhuai and asked about Fan Jin.
"Fan Diansi?"
"Well," Mo Hua said, "In the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect, he has no merit but hard work. He should have a lot of merit. Why does he want to make peace and Dao Tingsi doesn't agree?"
Gu Changhuai did not answer, but asked curiously: "How did you and Fan Diansi meet?"
That's all the elders of the sect. He is a disciple of the sect and is favored by the ancestor. It's normal to get to know him more.
How come now, he can even recognize Dianji from a remote place?
Is this communication skill a bit excessive?
Mo Hua said: "We met by chance. We drank tea and had a meal together, and we got to know each other."
Gu Changhuai fell silent.
Mo Hua asked again: "Why doesn't Dao Tingsi agree with Ping Tiao?"
Gu Changhuai thought for a moment and said, "I asked, and it seems that someone from above said hello."
"Say hello?" Mo Hua pondered, "Say hello and prevent Fan Diansi from being transferred out of Gushan City?"
"It's possible, but there's also another possibility..." Gu Changhuai said in a deep voice, "All the current executive officers, magistrates and chief officers in Gushan City cannot be transferred."
Mo Hua's heart trembled slightly, and he became more and more certain that there was a problem in Gushan City, and it might be a big problem.
"Who said hello? The Shen family?" Mo Hua asked.
"Not necessarily." Gu Changhuai said.
Mo Hua didn't quite understand, so Gu Changhuai explained to him: "Dao Tingsi involves the authority of Dao Ting. The people in it are complex. Sometimes it is difficult to see a person's purpose and stance just from the surface."
"There is someone not named Shen, but he may work for the Shen family."
"There is someone named Shen, but he may be seeking the interests of another family."
"Power is changing, interests are changing, and people's positions are also changing. It's hard to distinguish between true and false."
"Oh..." Mo Hua muttered in his heart.
Uncle Gu seemed to have a low emotional intelligence, but he didn't expect to know a lot.
Gu Changhuai said with some confusion: "Why are you asking these questions? Fan Jin asked you to inquire?"
"No, I'm just curious, so I asked you." Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai was noncommittal.
"By the way, Uncle Gu," Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked, "What do you think of Fan Diansi?"
"Which aspect are you talking about?"
"Character, ability, and future in Daotingsi."
Gu Changhuai pondered for a moment and said, "Fan Jin is a smart, hard-working person who dares to fight tooth and nail. He is capable."
"If you are from a noble family and are willing to work hard and work hard like him, you will definitely get along well."
"But the problem is that he comes from a bad background, has no one in the Taoist court, and has average qualifications. The skills he has cultivated and the magic weapons he has raised are both below par. Without a great opportunity, I am afraid it will be difficult for him to have any prospects..."
What Gu Changhuai said is very pertinent.
He is a Tonji who comes from a noble family. He has always been at the forefront and has come into contact with many people. He probably knows who they are, what fate they have, and whether there is a way out.
Mo Hua nodded.
"Do you have any other plans?" Gu Changhuai asked Mo Hua.
Based on his understanding of ink painting, it is impossible for ink painting to become interested in one thing for no reason. If he asked, he would definitely have his own agenda.
"It's nothing, it's just..." Mo Hua paused for a moment and thought of an idea, "Form a good relationship."
In the dining room, Fan Jin could stand up to help him despite the pressure from the Shen family, and Mo Hua naturally accepted his favor.
If others are good to him, he will be good to others.
When others treat him badly, he treats others badly.
Repay kindness with kindness and repay evil with kindness.
This is the benchmark for behavior.
Therefore, it is reasonable for him to help Fan Diansi within the scope of his ability.
At the same time, Shen Xiuyan's matter with Elder Shen also made Mo Hua understand something more clearly:
That is to do more good deeds, accumulate more negative virtues, form more good relationships, and have multiple causes and effects.
If Elder Xiu hadn't helped him in Nanyue City back then and hadn't known him as a "good man", then he would have really been doomed when he met his uncle.
Therefore, it is necessary to have multiple good causes and produce many good results.
If you are on the right path, you will get many helpers, but if you are on the wrong path, there will be few. In this way, if you encounter danger in the future, there will be people willing to help you, so that you will not be alone and at the end of the road.
Master suffered this loss back then.
I am Master's little disciple, and I will never suffer the same losses as Master.
Ink painting deeply reminds me of this.
Gu Changhuai nodded.
The reason of "making a good relationship" makes sense, but he doesn't understand that there is a deep secret hidden in the three words of ink painting.
"By the way," Mo Hua remembered another thing, "Uncle Gu, the leader of the Demon Sect, do you have any clues?"
He still remembered his four-symbol blue dragon formation diagram.
Speaking of this matter, Gu Changhuai also frowned, "Not yet, the leader of the Demon Sect seems to have disappeared, and there is no trace anywhere..."
Mo Hua also murmured in his heart.
Where can such a big devil hide...
"The Tao Ting Si will investigate this matter. You can practice with peace of mind." Gu Changhuai said again as usual.
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
Mo Hua also knew in his heart that the big devil in the late Jindan period was indeed not something he could provoke, but the opportunity of the Four Elephants Blue Dragon Formation lay with this devil.
He had no choice but to ask questions to see if there would be any opportunity to fish in troubled waters and make a mistake.
Of course, this hope is actually very slim.
And, as time goes by, it will become increasingly slim.
Mo Hua sighed.
"Let's figure out what's going on with Gushan first..."
…
The next day, Mo Hua called Xie Ling.
Xie Ling comes from the Xie family in Genzhou, and his family has passed down the art of Kanyu and the secret array of Yin and Yang Feng Shui.
As soon as he heard that Mo Hua was looking for him, Xie Ling ran over happily and said enthusiastically: "Senior brother, do you have anything to do with me?"
As a junior disciple, he received a lot of care from Mo Hua. Whether it was bounties, monster hunting, or formation practice, he received Mo Hua's guidance.
Therefore, I really want to reciprocate and be of some help.
Mo Hua said: "I want to ask about tomb robbing."
Xie Ling was immediately shocked, "Senior Brother, do you want to rob the tomb?"
"No," Mo Hua motioned for him to lower his voice, "Daotingsi met a group of tomb robbers, but there are few clues, and I don't know much about tomb robbers, so I came to ask you."
"That's right," Xie Ling nodded, and then said seriously, "Senior brother, let me declare in advance that my Xie family is not a tomb robber."
"Did your parents ask you to say that?" Mo Hua said.
"Yes!" Xie Ling nodded, then immediately reacted and emphasized, "Our Xie family does not rob tombs."
Cultivate the art of Kanyu, identify the energy veins of mountains and rivers, determine life and death tombs, and teach the secret array of Yin and Yang Feng Shui.
On the other hand, it is also most suitable for tomb robbing.
The Xie family may not have done it, but they must deny it to the outside world, otherwise they will be in big trouble.
Mo Hua understood very well and patted Xie Ling on the shoulder, "I know. I just asked about tomb robbing."
After all, Xie Ling had a "family background". After thinking for a moment, he said:
"Tomb robbing... no, it is a skill of Kan Yu. It is broad and profound and involves many categories."
"First of all, you must know how to distinguish the qi of heaven and earth, the intersection of yin and yang, and how to see the situation of mountains and rivers, where dragons hide and tigers lurk, so that you can find a place with the best Feng Shui for the monks to bury."
"When you are buried, you must repair the tomb."
"There are a lot of things to pay attention to in the cemetery."
"The overall layout, the orientation of the coffin, the killing mechanism, the tomb statue, the pattern of the corpse...etc."
Xie Ling talked a lot, and then said sheepishly: "However, I only know a rough idea of ​​these, not a master."
"When I was in my hometown, I was not yet an adult, and my parents didn't let me learn. I just knew something through hearing and seeing..."
"It's already very impressive." Mo Hua praised.
If Xie Ling didn't tell him the knowledge about these tombs, he would be completely blind.
There are specialties in the art industry.
Especially in this kind of monastic family, the knowledge passed down from generation to generation has always been kept secret from outsiders.
Xie Ling was greatly encouraged by the praise and talked a lot like he was pouring beans.
"The layout of the tomb needs to be secretive and strong, which inevitably involves formations."
"With the blessing of these formations, the tomb can remain immortal for thousands or even ten thousand years over time."
"At the same time, by using the formation pattern, we can hide the energy, melt the yin into yang, shield the cause and effect, and integrate the tomb with the earth, dormant in the earth's veins for thousands of years, and will not be discovered."
"After all, if a monk's tomb is easily discovered, it will be coveted by others. Unless it is a forbidden area for aristocratic families and has an ancestral tomb guarded by experts, it will only be a matter of time before it is stolen."
"The most important formation in the tombs is the Yin-Yang Feng Shui secret formation. This is the Xie family's secret formation. I haven't learned it yet, and I don't know what the formation is."
"In addition, there are Yin Formation and Earth Formation, which are also very important..."
Mo Hua's heart moved.
Yin formation, could it be the Yin-Yang type Liangyi formation?
And the earth formation...is related to the Tao Yun of the earth?
Mo Hua thought silently, with some emotion in his heart.
The world is so big and the formations are endless. As expected, there are still many new and mysterious formations scattered in the corners of the world that he has never learned or even had little exposure to.
It's a pity that Xie Ling's ambition is not in formations. He doesn't know much about these formations, basically just the names.
Mo Hua asked, but he didn't get anything out of it.
However, what Xie Ling said still provided a lot of ideas for ink painting.
"Feng shui, mountains, tombs..."
"Reinforce with formations to hide Qi..."
"Gushan, tomb robber..."
"Evil fetus..."
Mo Hua frowned, feeling vaguely that these things should be related in some way.
There aren't really that many coincidences in this world.
There must be cause and effect hidden among coincidences.
It's just that there are too few clues about the cause and effect here, and the ink painting cannot yet be clearly understood.
…
After that, I could only continue to practice and take classes in ink painting.
Two days later, he went to Demon Refining Mountain again.
The selection for the Sword Discussion Conference is still proceeding step by step, and is being advanced step by step.
In the past, it was one-on-one competition, but now on the Demon Refining Mountain, the disciples of Taixu Sect have begun to divide into teams and compete five-on-five.
Because it is five versus five, the scene is bigger, spiritual weapons and spells are flying around, the battle is more intense, and the variables are greater. Sometimes the outcome is just a matter of a thought.
But Mo Hua is still watching the show.
Everyone was busy, but he was the only one sitting aside, looking a little deserted.
As he looked at it, Mo Hua silently made some comparisons in his mind.
The strength of the fellow disciples is steadily improving. If they continue to work hard like this, they will probably be even better before the Sword Discussion Conference.
Both his cultivation and Taoism will be stronger than now.
But I can’t do it anymore.
Just like this, if you don't do anything, your "hard power" will basically not improve at all by the time of the sword competition.
At most, it's just one or two extra weeks of spiritual power cultivation, which won't help at all.
While others are getting stronger, he remains unchanged.
This is equivalent to him becoming weaker.
The ink painting looks solemn.
Heaven is in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.
Since you have come to Qianzhou to study, you should work hard and strive for self-improvement.
This kind of thing, which not only does not make progress, but actually regresses, must never be allowed to happen.
The ink painting fell into deep reflection.
A few days later, at the end of the day, he prepared everything, carried his storage bag, left the sect again, and set foot on the road to Gushan City.
…
Elder's residence.
Xun Ziyou met Mr. Xun and sighed: "This kid started running around again."
Mr. Xun frowned, pinched his fingers, looked at the compass in front of him, his eyes were deep, and after a moment he said lightly:
"That's all, you can't raise a real dragon in the shallows."
Chapter completed!