Chapter 712 Junior Brother

Mr. Xun opened the letter again and took a look. After a moment of silence, he took out a jade slip, wrote the letter with a thought, and then called the little Taoist boy.

"Give this jade slip to Liang Lao, the head of the Dao Ting Division, and ask him to find someone to check it."

"Yes, ancestor."

The Taoist boy took the jade slip with both hands and left respectfully.

Within a day, the jade slip was sent back, and the Taoist boy presented it to Mr. Xun respectfully.

Mr. Xun took a look at the jade slip and knew that it was the handwriting of Liang Lao, the head of the Dao Ting Division, who had retired, and immersed his consciousness into it.

After just one look, Mr. Xun's heart trembled.

Fire Buddha? !

He has been in the second-grade state for a hundred years, has reached the peak of foundation building, has practiced the forbidden art of meteorite fire, has wiped out the entire Xie family, has many demon cultivators under his command, and is a great demon cultivator who kills people like crazy? !

Mr. Xun took a breath of cold air.

No wonder he is worth eight thousand merits!

Mo Hua, this kid, drew a formation for Dao Ting Si to capture the Fire Buddha, and made great contributions. The Dao Ting Si Dian Si Gu Changhuai reported it.

So Dao Ting Si made an exception and allocated these 8,000 merits.

So, these 8,000 merits are not much...

But...

Capture the Fire Buddha?

Mr. Xun frowned.

The soft and weak appearance of Mo Hua appeared in his mind again.

Mr. Xun couldn't figure out how a little disciple like Mo Hua, who had a low cultivation and was weak, could capture a demon who was at the peak of the foundation building and full of evil?

Relying on the formation?

Even if his formation was good, it was too dangerous.

Mr. Xun was afraid and angry.

Mo Hua, this little kid, was too brave.

If you don't pay attention to dealing with such a fierce and cruel demon cultivator, you might die without leaving any residue.

He really dares to get involved in everything.

Moreover...

Mr. Xun continued to look down, his eyes slightly fixed, "The Fire Buddha... was killed..."

It was written above that it was the work of Gu Changhuai alone.

But at that time, Mo Hua was also there.

It is obvious that there must be something fishy here.

Mr. Xun sighed.

I didn't expect it...

I have lived for so many years, encountered so many things, and met so many people, but I didn't expect that I would be fooled by a little kid when I was old.

Mr. Xun pondered for a moment, and ordered someone to go to the Merit Pavilion to retrieve the files to see what tasks Mo Hua usually did.

Originally, he thought that with Mo Hua's ability, he could only draw a formation at most, and could only draw a formation.

So he didn't think about checking it out.

Now it seems that the situation may be completely different...

The files of the Merit Pavilion were also retrieved soon.

Mr. Xun flipped through them, and his scalp tingled slightly.

In addition to a large number of first- and second-grade formation tasks, most of the rest are rewards for arresting, hunting, besieging, and hunting criminals, evil cultivators, and even demonic cultivators.

And the success rate is ridiculously high, and he has basically never failed.

The disciples who teamed up with him are also varied.

But the most are the little girl from the Murong family, and the young man from the Ouyang family of Tai'amen. Most of the others are actually senior brothers and sisters who are one year older than him.

These senior brothers and sisters have much higher cultivation than him. One or two of them are all geniuses from aristocratic families. They are willing to take him out to play when they meet by chance?

Mr. Xun was a little bit unbelievable.

Is Mo Hua such a good communicator?

These situations are not completely different from what he thought before, but they are not the same at all...

Mr. Xun couldn't help but sigh.

As expected, my Tianji algorithm didn't work. I worked hard, studied for hundreds of years, and calculated for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect that there was such a "blind spot" around me, and I didn't expect it at all.

Mr. Xun looked at the things in the jade slip again, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

It was just nonsense!

What a good array talent, but he didn't know how to cherish it. He was outside the sect every few days, doing these extremely dangerous bounties.

Fortunately, it was safe and sound.

But if there was a slight mistake, with so many sinful and evil cultivators, who could Mo Hua, who had such a small arm and leg, withstand killing?

Once an unexpected event occurred, wouldn't a good array seedling die?

Thinking of this, Mr. Xun felt regretful, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He frowned and told the Taoist boy:

"Go and call Mo Hua!"

The Taoist boy said respectfully: "Yes."

After leaving the elders' residence, the Taoist boy went to find Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was in class and was a little surprised to hear this. Mr. Xun rarely called him to see him during class.

The Taoist boy whispered, "Be careful, the old man seems very angry."

On weekdays, Mo Hua often went to the elders' residence and got along well with this Taoist boy.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Who are you angry with?"

The Taoist boy shook his head, "How do I know..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

Mr. Xun is angry, what does it have to do with me?

I have been very honest recently, drawing formations in the sect every day.

When he arrived at the elders' residence and entered Mr. Xun's room, Mo Hua really felt that the atmosphere was wrong. Mr. Xun's face was as heavy as water and he looked stern.

Mo Hua lowered his eyebrows and looked innocent, looking very well-behaved.

Mr. Xun was about to blame him, but when he saw Mo Hua like this, his heart softened a little.

Although what he did was a bit dangerous...

But catching evil demons is the duty of a cultivator and a good deed for the sake of justice. He should not be blamed too much, lest it damages the child's upright character and his determination to slay demons and monsters.

However, such a thing of putting oneself in danger should not be tolerated.

He is still young and a blank slate. How could he know that this person is vicious and the cultivation world is dangerous.

He should be severely punished. If he is not taught a lesson, he will probably dare to do such dangerous things next time!

Mr. Xun's face became stern again, and he wanted to open his mouth to blame him, but he was startled before he could say anything.

He stared at Mo Hua for a long time, frowned and asked:

"Is your consciousness... a little stronger?"

Mo Hua nodded shyly but modestly, "Yes, a little stronger, seventeen lines..."

Mr. Xun opened his eyes slightly.

Seventeen lines...

The early stage of foundation building, seventeen lines...

The realm of the early stage of foundation building, the consciousness of the late stage of foundation building? !

Mr. Xun's expression was silent, but his heart was like a gust of wind, surging with stormy waves. He was stunned for a long time and didn't know what to say.

"Old sir?" Mo Hua said weakly.

Mr. Xun came back to his senses and looked at Mo Hua, his heart was full of disbelief.

After a moment, Mr. Xun's expression returned to normal, and he said lightly:

"It's okay, you go back first."

Mo Hua was stunned.

Mr. Xun waved his hand, no longer angry, and his voice became much gentler, "Go back to class."

"Oh..." Mo Hua was a little confused, so he bowed and said, "Then the disciple will take his leave?"

"Yes." Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

Mo Hua left in a daze.

After Mo Hua left, Mr. Xun pondered for a long time, then slowly got up, used the void escape method, broke the void crack, and went directly into the back mountain.

In the back mountain, there is an ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is solemn and magnificent, very majestic, with tablets with black background and white patterns, and portraits of Taixu ancestors of all generations.

Mr. Xun, with a head full of white hair, respectfully burned incense.

But his hands couldn't stop shaking slightly.

From the ancient incense burner, curls of green smoke rose.

Mr. Xun was so excited that he could not calm down. He could not help but tremble in his voice:

"May our ancestors bless us..."

"My Taixu Sect is really lucky!"

"The ray of hope in the dilemma of Tianji... should be on this child!"

The smoke from the incense burner rose like clouds and mist, covering the portraits of the ancestors of Taixu Sect. The breath was pure and endless.

Mr. Xun breathed a sigh of relief.

...

The next day, Mr. Xun went to find the head of Taixu Sect.

The head of Taixu Sect had a dignified and kind look, extraordinary demeanor, good at self-cultivation, and long and thick black hair.

He was born in a noble family, had his own inheritance, and entered the Dao with swordsmanship. His cultivation was not bad. He had a special status in Taixu Sect.

But at this moment, the head of Taixu Sect also looked a little solemn.

Although he did not cultivate his mind and did not know how to calculate, he could still sense the evolution and danger of some secrets.

The Taixu Sect had a peaceful life, but there was a hint of a storm.

However, he could not see the specific omen.

In front of the elegant sandalwood table, the head of the Taixu Sect sat opposite Mr. Xun. After the water boiled and the tea smelled fragrant, he personally bowed and poured a cup of tea for Mr. Xun, and then sighed:

"Taixu, Tai'a, and Chongxu, although the swordsmanship is divided into three parts, they have a common origin after all, and they are of the same blood..."

"I told their heads, but they didn't believe it."

"The Tai'a Sect is strong, and it seems to want to go further and occupy the top of the eight major sects."

"The Chongxu Sect is in the middle, but it also wants to be in the forefront."

The head of the Taixu Sect laughed at himself, "On the contrary, it is my Taixu Sect that is slow and slow, falling behind, and not making progress."

Mr. Xun drank a sip of tea, but said nothing.

The head of Taixu sighed, a little sad, and continued:

"In recent years, Tai'a Sect has been full of geniuses, especially the Ouyang family. The kid named Ouyang Feng is not very prominent, but he has cultivated the sect's swordsmanship very deeply. He is calm and does not show off his edge. He is a talent that can be used for a lot."

"In this session of Chongxu Sect, there seems to be a genius in swordsmanship with excellent talent. Not long after he entered the sect, he sensed the Chongxu Sword Tomb and cultivated the Chongxu Sword Qi. He is the most talented disciple in Chongxu Sect in the past five hundred years."

"My Taixu Sect is a little worse... There are those with good spiritual roots and those who cultivate swordsmanship, but they are a little "mediocre" and are still inferior to these real geniuses."

The head of Taixu Sect shook his head, looking helpless:

"No wonder the Tai'a Sect and Chongxu Sect don't want to play with my Taixu Sect."

"They don't take my words seriously. They are probably afraid that my Taixu Sect will hold them back."

Mr. Xun frowned slightly.

Although the three sects are closely related, they have long been separated and each lives its own life. They cannot interfere in other people's affairs.

Sect Master Taixu glanced at Mr. Xun, his expression slightly solemn, and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Xun, what exactly... happened?"

Mr. Xun sighed: "I can't explain it clearly."

Sect Master Taixu looked solemn.

"In short," said Mr. Xun, "from now on, let the disciples of the sect be cautious in their words and deeds, and some arrangements of the sect should be as conservative as possible, and not be reckless..."

Sect Master Taixu nodded.

Lying down to maintain health, he is familiar with this.

Mr. Xun said: "I am afraid that the days to come will not be peaceful. It is enough to be able to protect yourself and the foundation and survive."

"No mistakes are merits. There is no need to compare with others. For fame and fortune, if they want to fight, let them fight."

Mr. Xun looked indifferent.

"What the old man said makes sense." Head Taixu agreed.

Afterwards, the two of them continued drinking tea and chatting about some sect affairs. Mr. Xun said, "However, there is a small rule that needs to be changed."

The head of Taixu was slightly startled.

Old Mr.

The head of Taixu was confused and asked with a frown:

"Old sir, forgive the ignorance of this younger generation, does this move... have any profound meaning?"

Old Mr.

"There are too many formation classes and I don't have time to take them all into consideration, so I simply give them a big class and teach them all together."

When the head of Taixu heard this, he couldn't bear it.

Mr. Xun really worked hard and dedicated his life to the Taixu Sect.

The head of Taixu said softly: "How about leaving these matters of preaching and teaching to the elders and teachers in the sect. Mr., you have a distinguished status, so there is no need to condescend to your dignity and teach in person... "

"no!"

Mr. Xun said with a serious face:

"Preaching and teaching is the foundation of our Taixu Sect. Whether it is building a foundation, becoming a disciple, teaching, or being an elder, no matter how deep your cultivation is, or whether your position is high or low, you should take preaching as the basis and teaching as the foundation. To be proud, this is the duty of the sect!”

"Although I am old now, no matter what, I must stick to this principle!"

When the head of Taixu heard this, he was extremely respectful. He immediately stood up, cupped his hands and saluted:

"Junior, please follow the teachings of the old gentleman."

Mr. Xun stroked his beard and nodded happily.

After the matter was finalized, Mr. Xun left. But what he said still echoed in the ears of Master Taixu.

The head of Taixu thought for a long time, with complicated emotions, and sighed in his heart:

"In today's cultivation world, whether it is a family or a sect, there are fewer and fewer people who are as open-minded and righteous as Mr. Xun..."

Head Taixu sighed, took a sip of tea, and was suddenly startled. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt something strange.

This formation class is not held early or late, so why is it being held now?

Although it was for the purpose of preaching and teaching, he always felt that Mr. Xun seemed to have a little selfish intention.

However, Mr. Xun has an upright heart and a clear mind. What selfish motives can he have?

Head Taixu thought for a moment and shook his head.

It's probably because I'm too worried.

Mr. Xun has high moral character and high respect, so he would not lie to himself.

…

After Mr. Xun discussed with the head of Taixu, the rules of the formation class were changed accordingly.

The next formation class is the beginning of the big class.

The location of the course was chosen in the Preaching Pavilion, the largest preaching room.

Old Mr.

Mr. Xun glanced at the entire audience and said concisely:

"From now on, the unified teaching of formations will be led by me as the main lecturer, and the teaching assistant will be the lecturer, and..."

Mr. Xun glanced down, stretched out his hand and said:

"Ink painting."

Mo Hua was startled.

Old Mr.

Mo Hua was caught off guard for a moment and was a little confused.

Then he realized that thousands of eyes were looking at him at the same time, like thousands of arrows fired in unison.

Some of these looks were familiar, some were unfamiliar, some were shocked, some were confused, some were admiring, some were questioning, and many were slightly hostile.

They are all the real geniuses in the Taixu Sect. Although they are from the first generation, many of them are not familiar with Mo Hua.

How could they endure a "little senior brother" sent from the sky with their unruly temper?

Looking at the ink paintings made his scalp numb and made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Mr. Xun turned a deaf ear and said to Mo Hua:

"Mo Hua, come up and down."

Mo Hua was under a mountain of pressure in front of everyone, but he still gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stage and stood next to Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun, a white-haired old man, patted Mo Hua's small shoulder, nodded slightly, then pointed at Mo Hua and said to the disciple below:

"From now on, this will be your 'little senior brother'."

Before Mo Hua said anything, a disciple below suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and stood up. Although his expression was respectful, but a little angry, he asked:

"Excuse me, old gentleman, does this count as an 'informal decision'?"

Mr. Xun nodded and said calmly:

"Yes."

The disciple was choked.

Mr. Xun was so calm, he didn't know what to say.

Another disciple stood up and said, "Old sir, you are acting for favoritism, and I don't accept it!"

Mr. Xun glanced at him lightly, "What then?"

"I..." The disciple hesitated and said proudly, "My great-grandfather is the great elder of Taixu Sect. I will tell everything to my great-grandfather, saying that you acted unfairly, engaged in malpractice for personal gain, abused your power, and did not abide by the law." rule……"

Mr. Xun had a subtle expression on his face, nodded slightly and said:

"Okay, you go back and tell me, by the way, your great-grandfather who is the great elder can come to see me tomorrow, and I will talk to him about what 'rules' are..."

The disciple was startled, and then he muttered in his heart.

Why is this old Mr. Xun not afraid at all...

I don’t know if he is really not afraid, or if he is pretending not to be afraid, or if he is too senior and his great-grandfather does not dare to touch him?

It's a pity that the great-grandfather never mentioned this old Mr. Xun.

He didn't know what kind of status this old Mr. Xun had in the sect.

But he was not stupid. From the tone of Mr. Xun's words, it was obvious that he didn't take his great-grandfather seriously. What if he really had a very high status...

This disciple was a little trembling in his heart.

I won't... cause trouble for the great-grandfather, will I...

The great-grandfather won't beat me, will I...

This disciple lost his confidence and sat down honestly.

The other disciples also realized that something was wrong.

This old Mr. Xun, who was usually meticulous and only knew how to teach, might have a more respected status than they thought.

No one dared to speak.

Mr. Xun looked solemn, but he sighed silently in his heart.

If it were normal days, he would still take some time and work it out slowly.

But now the secrets are obscured and the situation is special, so a quick battle must be made.

Even if it is hard to promote, Mo Hua must be "promoted" to become the junior brother of the Taixu Sect.

This matter is related to the fortune of the Taixu Sect.

It is urgent and unquestionable!

It is a matter of great importance to the secrets of heaven. If you hesitate a little, the cause and effect will be reversed.

Therefore, as long as you can get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven, even if Qiankun is arbitrary and insists on his own way, you can't hesitate at all!

Mr. Xun looked around at the disciples under his seat.

The disciples had different expressions. Although they didn't speak, they were obviously not "convinced".

It doesn't matter if they are not "convinced", but at least they must be "convinced" first!

Mr. Xun said in a majestic tone:

"This matter is settled, you call me "little senior brother" first."

They were obviously not happy, but under the pressure of Mr. Xun, they had to call me.

So all the geniuses of this session of Taixu Sect, except for a small number of disciples who were familiar with Mo Hua, the vast majority of them were reluctant, lowered their voices, and called to Mo Hua, who was a little younger than them:

"little senior brother."