Yu'er...is the industry dragon of Dahuang?!
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
But... how is this possible?
Isn't he the child of Shangguan and Wenren? How could he have the bloodline of Dahuang Yelong?
But the resonance of the dragon soul should not be wrong.
In the soul of the ink painting, there is the ancient dragon's roar, trembling softly.
This was the ancient dragon soul of the Great Wilderness Dragon King that he had swallowed before but had not yet fully digested.
Now that the dragon soul had some kind of resonance with Yu'er, Mo Hua could see traces of the blood of the Karmic Dragon on Yu'er's face.
Moreover, the shadow of this karma dragon is blood red.
There is a strong omen in the blood shadow, floating on the edge of life and death, which indicates the ups and downs and pain in the life of the owner of the dragon shadow.
Mo Hua frowned.
"Brother Mo?" The innocent Yu'er saw Mo Hua's solemn expression and asked with concern, "What happened?"
Mo Hua gradually calmed down his emotions, touched Yu'er's head, and said softly, "It's okay...it'll be okay..."
Yu'er seemed to particularly like Mo Hua touching his little head, with a smile on his face and a carefree look on his face.
But on the innocent face, the red dragon shadow, covered in blood, roared ferociously at the ink painting, and then melted into Yu'er's Yintang.
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.
…
After that came the Gu family’s annual banquet.
This year's annual banquet was quite grand.
But compared to previous years, it was still a little quieter.
Because of the Gushan incident, the Gu family and the Shen family were at loggerheads.
This Liang Zi has his roots in Taixu Sect, and his involvement with the Gu family is not big or small.
However, the Shen family has a high status and is in charge of the Qian Dao Sect. Many monastic families have to look at the Shen family's face if they want to send their disciples to the Qian Dao Sect.
They didn't dare to offend the Shen family, but they wouldn't offend the Gu family either.
Therefore, at the Gu family's annual banquet, many families only gave gifts and did not dare to visit in person.
The aristocratic family pays attention to interests, so this kind of thing is normal.
When everyone has a crush on each other, as long as they don't quarrel with each other, it will be easy to meet each other in the future.
Although the Gu family is a pure family, they are not ignorant of the world and do not care much about things.
I don’t even care about ink painting.
He only cares about whether he can eat well and be full.
He doesn't care about the social interactions of the aristocratic family and the exchanges of favors. These have nothing to do with him.
In this way, in the lively and peaceful atmosphere, Mo Hua had a New Year's meal. After the meal, he walked around the yard as usual, ate some food, said hello to a group of elders, received a bunch of New Year's gifts, and then went with Elder Gu Hong.
After discussing Uncle Gu’s life events, we will return to the clan.
Wen Renwan brought Yu'er to see him off.
"Here are some pastries, fruit wine, and some spiritual meat and spiritual meals, which you like to eat. The sect's meals are average, and you practice the formations very hard. Eat more good things to replenish your body."
Wenren Wan's voice is gentle and considerate.
Mo Hua smiled and said gratefully: "Thank you, Aunt Wan."
Yu'er reluctantly waved to the ink painting.
Tomorrow he and his mother will go back to Shangguan's house to worship their ancestors, and they will not be able to return to Taixumen until after the new year.
For more than ten days, I couldn't see the ink paintings.
Mo Hua took out the small gift prepared for Yu'er.
Some of these gifts were gadgets he made with his own hands using formation techniques.
In this way, even if Yu'er returns to Shangguan's house, she will have new toys to play with every day.
The other part is the formation homework he assigned to Yu'er.
As long as she started doing her homework, Yu'er had no other thoughts about being sad.
Yu'er was happy and frowning at the same time, her mood was very complicated.
After a few more pleasantries, Mo Hua was about to leave when suddenly there was another noise in the distance, and a magnificent and elegant motorcade drove over and stopped at the door of Gu's house.
A group of monks got out of the car.
The leader was a man in a luxurious robe, with a strong aura, half-white beard and hair, and deep nasolabial folds.
He came over with a gust of cold wind.
The original warm atmosphere was instantly broken.
Wen Renwan's expression changed slightly, and Yu'er was also a little scared, and couldn't help but squeeze Wen Renwan's sleeves.
Seeing the visitor approaching, Wenren Wan couldn't help but say hello, so he could only give a half salute, "Look at the elder."
The ink painting was also recognized.
This old man with half-white beard and hair is named Shangguan Wang. He is the powerful elder of the Shangguan family and has cultivated himself in the world.
It is said that back then, Shangguan Wang failed in his bid to be the head of the Shangguan family, so he had some grudges against Shangguan Ce, Shangguan Yi, and even Yu'er's family, and acted against them in every way.
Mo Hua didn't like him either, so he didn't say hello.
Shangguan Wang glanced at the ink painting silently, with a trace of undisguised displeasure and a trace of fear in his eyes.
During the Array Discussion Conference, he saw with his own eyes that the ink paintings with mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation were able to defeat the geniuses of the four major sects and those in the late Foundation Establishment stage. In the end, they passed through the entire Array Question Bank and won the title with an absolute crushing advantage.
Won first place in the formation.
This boy is definitely an ordinary person.
Therefore, even though he is the feather and Mo Hua is the foundation, he can only pretend not to see Mo Hua's "rudeness".
Shangguan Wang crossed the ink painting and walked to Wen Renwan, saying calmly:
"According to the order of the master of the family, I will send the young lady and Master Yu back to the clan tomorrow."
"Thank you very much, Elder Wang." Wen Renwan said.
Shangguan Wang took a deep look at Yu'er, said "hmm" softly, and then went into Gu's house on his own.
Mo Hua looked at Shangguan Wang's back and felt a little inconsistent for some reason.
But I don’t know where this sense of dissonance comes from.
Shangguan looked into Gu's house, and there was another wave of welcomes and greetings. It was bustling, and Mo Hua also said goodbye.
Wen Renwan told him to "be careful along the way."
Yu'er waved to him.
Mo Hua also smiled and waved goodbye, then boarded the carriage and embarked on the journey back to Taixu Gate.
…
Ganxue State Boundaries.
The wealthy Shen family mansion.
This Chinese New Year, the Gu family is having a pretty lively time.
But on the contrary, the Shen family has been much more deserted and depressed this year.
Although the lights were brightly lit in the huge mansion, there was an icy cold silence everywhere.
The elders of the sect who were coming and going all had gloomy expressions on their faces.
The disciples also looked uneasy and did not dare to speak loudly.
Occasionally, wine glasses were broken, and voices of insults and reprimands were heard.
In the magnificent hall, the New Year's banquet ended hastily.
The clan members dispersed, but the ancestor of the Shen family was still sitting high in the hall, with a majestic aura and no anger on his face, but his whole body was like an iceberg, exuding a cold air.
When it was almost over, the head of the Shen family stayed behind to bear the wrath of his ancestor alone.
He is the head of the family, holds the power of the family, and enjoys the supreme honor and majesty of this fifth-grade family, but at the same time, he also carries a heavy burden as heavy as a mountain.
Once something goes wrong, he will be the only one to bear the brunt of the storm.
In the empty hall.
The head of the Shen family, who had always been aloof and respected by others, was now kneeling humbly at the foot of the steps, his forehead touching the cold ground, asking for forgiveness from his ancestor.
The ancestor of the Shen family looked at the head of the Shen family kneeling at his feet. His face was as calm as water, but his eyes were terrifyingly ferocious.
Finally, he closed his eyes slightly, restrained his ferocious aura, and said slowly:
"Get up."
The head of the Shen family, who was carrying a heavy burden, breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowed on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Thank you, ancestor, for your mercy."
"Have you found out everything?" asked the Shen family ancestor.
"Yes," the head of the Shen family whispered, "the cause of this matter is that a disciple of the Taixu Sect was captured by a group of tomb robbers and taken into the tomb in Gushan."
"Then, an elder named Xun Ziyou from Taixu Sect and elder Shen Shouxing from my Shen family entered Gushan, and there were many twists and turns..."
"After this incident, someone saw that the elder of Taixu Sect named Xun Ziyou was still alive."
"No one saw how he came out of Gushan, but he did escape, and he was preaching and teaching in Taixu Sect like a normal person."
"And the disciple of Taixu Sect who was captured in Gushan..."
"I have made some guesses about the identity of this disciple, but there has been no evidence. The Taixu Sect is very guarded, and even Daotingsi is tight-lipped."
"After more than a month, I spent a lot of troubles, made many contacts, and obtained some evidence, and then I was able to confirm his identity."
"The Taixu sect disciple who is related to the Gushan incident is named Mo Minghua..."
As soon as this remark, the ancestor of the Shen family immediately opened his eyebrows, "You mean ..."
The master of the Shen family said: "Yes, it is too much ... the head of that front."
The ancestor of the Shen family's ancestors looked plainly, and I didn't see the anger.
The owner of the Shen family did not know what the ancestor was thinking, and he could only continue:
"This matter should be ... Taixumen is in the secret layout. With a disciple as a bait, through heavy means, I expose my Shen family's scars, and put my Shen family above the knife, which attracted other wolves and let them eat me.
The base of the Shen family ... "
Nympho
In this case, in order to operate, how many spirit mines, Lingsian, Lingshi, and Zongmen rights, and other forces related to the Shen family, those who are associated with the Shen family go out ...
No one is clearer than his owner.
Every time I think of these, the hearts of the Shen family are dripping blood.
His hatred in his heart is getting deeper and deeper.
But in the heart of the Shen family, there was a little bit puzzled, and then said:
"This is called ink painting, but the head of the tangle is the rare array of demon evils for hundreds of years. It is too much such a big heart, but he uses him to make" bait "? They are not afraid.
Is it? "
Once the ink painting is dead, with the background of his too much door, I am afraid that in this life, don't want to get the front of the front.
Do they really cherish this disciple?
besides……
The owner of the Shen family frowned, "A small disciple of building a foundation, what to do to go to Gunshan? For no reason, why did he trip this muddy water?"
"Is this kid, is there any unspeakable purpose?"
The old ancestors of the Shen family groaned for a moment, slowly: "This is a big chess, behind the ancestors with a hole in the realm, being planning."
"In this chess game, everyone you can see is a chess piece."
"The Jindan Jianxiu named Xunziyou is no exception, not to mention ... this little disciple who built the foundation."
"Don't always consider, what is the chess piece thinking."
The ancestor of the Shen family looked at the owner of the Shen family, and his eyes were deep:
"... You are now the owner, and the family has the pattern of the owner."
"You have to know, who are you playing with?"
"Standing behind the scenes, standing at the perspective of the ancestors, and watching this game, you can see it."
"In the future, when you are promoted to the hole, you can have a real pattern to be my ancestor of the Shen family ..."
"If your eyes are short, you can only see those chess pieces, but you do n’t even know who played chess.
This words made the owner of the Shen family tremble and grateful.
The ancestors still have expectations to themselves.
The owner of the Shen family kneeling said: "The ancestor of the ancestor, the grandson remembered it in his heart."
The ancestor of the Shen family slightly spoiled, and then the words turned, "How much do you know about the care of the route?"
The owner of the Shen family just remembered himself, and when he heard the words, he kneeled again and said sincerely:
"It is the grandson discipline, and Lin'er is ... young and frivolous, the taste of greedy rouge is full of anger, it really damages the reputation of my Shen family ..."
The owner of the Shen family was uneasy. He thought that his ancestor would blame him, but unexpectedly, the ancestor of the Shen family shook his head:
"This may not be a bad thing."
The owner of the Shen family frowned, "Old ancestor ... you ..."
The old ancestor of the Shen family said: "I would rather taste the taste of this flesh, and see the women in this world in this world's splendid and graceful skin.
"It is also forgotten that they are not high -born and cheap women who are not born in the future.
"The monk should be a monk, ask for the great power of the world, and the life is immortal."
"Children who have a long love, be greedy for a while, will only become a pupple before the big robbery."
"This, you have to teach him well."
The owner of the Shen family's head stood at the head: "Yes."
"Okay, let's go down," the ancestor of the Shen family, "After going down, call Lin'er."
The owner of the Shen family was relieved, and respectfully took the first time, then slowly got up, "I wish the ancestor, blessing like a long sea, Shoubi Tianqi."
The owner of the Shen family retreated.
After a while, an extraordinary teenager came in and respectfully the first:
"Xuan Sun Shen Lin, I have seen the ancestor."
The teenagers are clear, not humble.
The eyes of the Shen family ancestors showed a strange color, looking at Shen Linshu, as if looking at her own.
"Lin'er ..." The ancestor of the Shen family was gentle.
"Old ancestor." Shen Linshu said.
"Soon after, it is the sword conference."
"Yes," Shen Lin's book was bright and loud. "This time, Xuansun will be the Taoism, for the Shen family, and the ancestor, you will be the first to discuss the sword!"
The ancestor of the Shen family shook his head, "This first is not for Taoism, not for the Shen family, nor for me, but for you for yourself."
"Your qualifications of talents are all the choice, only this opportunity, prove yourself."
"Pick the first sword, you can step on the clouds and go straight to the top of the clouds."
Shen Lin's eyes are bright, but still said:
"The old ancestor is petting me, the Shen family raises me, religious me, Xuansun is now successful, and he will live up to the love of the ancestors and live up to the cultivation of the family and the ancestors."
The old ancestor of the Shen family was happy, "You are better than your dad, don't let me down."
"Rest assured." Shen Linshu said.
"Go down, practice well."
"Yes, Xuansun said."
Shen Linshu respects the ceremony, and then retreats.
The ancestor of the Shen family looked at the back of Shen Linshu silently.
Looking at my great-great-grandson who is tall, handsome, masculine, and full of spiritual power, who is born with an aura that is awe-inspiring above all other people, like a "unicorn", I feel a deep affection in my heart.
This is the genius of his Shen family.
This is the true pride of heaven.
This is the most direct bloodline of his Dongxu ancestor.
He was angry about Yan Zhizhou.
What he was angry about was not Shen Linshu's misbehavior. What he was angry about was how could those lowly women be qualified to let him, the great-great-grandson of the Qilin lineage, be "lucky"?
How do you match those cheap people?
The ancestor of the Shen family looked slightly stunned, and then gradually calmed down, and his whole person became calm again.
Seeing Shen Linshu, he couldn't help but think of another name:
"Ink painting..."
This disciple named Mo Hua wanted to join the Qian Dao Sect with the ancient admission order a few years ago.
But was rejected.
In the heart of the ancestor of the Shen family, it would be impossible to say that he didn't care at all.
There was a trace of pity in his heart.
What he regrets is not the ink painting itself, but that he should not "capitalize the enemy".
At that time, he accepted Mo Hua, even if he was kept as a handyman, as a registered disciple who was not counted as an outer sect, he was made to feel inferior among nearly a thousand of the proud disciples of Qian Dao Sect, and his Taoist heart was humble, and he eventually became oblivious. Everyone...
It's better to just hand him over to Taixu Gate.
If it weren't for Mo Hua, the matter of the sect's restructuring would have been settled, and there wouldn't be so many details and changes.
It’s not like we have to wait until this discussion to decide the direction of the general trend.
Not to mention exposing the Shen family's Gushan affairs.
As the undercurrent surged, the Shen family was once in a state of turmoil, and they had to cut off their wrists and cut off a lot of flesh.
And this is because he sensed things early and made decisions early.
If it were any slower, the Shen family would inevitably encounter a catastrophe and be in danger.
Now that things have happened, the ancestor of the Shen family knows very well that the ink painting must have the cause and effect of that person.
Patriarch Xun of Taixu Sect must also know this.
Precisely because he knew it, he used this strategy to use Mo Hua as a "chess piece" to deal with the restructuring of the Qian Dao Sect and even the four major sects.
The ancestor of the Shen family sighed in his heart.
When misfortunes come, blessings fall upon them; when blessings come, misfortunes fall upon them.
For Qian Dao Sect, this son was originally a blessing, but because he was rejected, it turned into a "disaster".
The change of cause and effect is truly mysterious.
Patriarch Xun of the Taixu Sect is worthy of being a master in this way. He was able to forcefully train a disciple with a low-level and low-grade spirit to become the leader of the Formation Dao, and developed him into a sharp sword against the Qian Dao Sect.
"But that's it for now..."
The ancestor of the Shen family was deep in thought.
After all, Taixu Sect's foundation is somewhat poor. Even if the three sects merged, most of the top disciples have gone, and most of the remaining ones are just mediocre ones.
When it comes to Qianxue and Taoism, the sword is the most important thing, and the sword is the big one.
This is a dead end for Taixu Sect.
As for this ink painting, no matter how good the formation is, it is just another formation ranking first.
"Just one leader of the discussion formation cannot save the Taixu Sect where your three sects merged..."
The ancestor of the Shen family smiled softly, his eyes gloomy.
…
After Mo Hua returned to Taixumen, he began to practice day after day again.
And after the New Year, time flies by, and more than a month has passed.
Mo Hua finally started his ninth year in Taixu Sect.
This is also his last year of practicing and seeking Taoism in Taixu Sect.
And this year, he is finally about to participate. The Qianxue State is the largest in scale, including four major sects, eight gates, twelve streams, and even hundreds of Qianxue sects. Countless geniuses gather together, and thousands of Taoisms compete. At the same time, It is also a once-in-a-lifetime event for all sect disciples:
Chapter completed!