Chapter 870 I Want to Learn Sword

The old man's heart was suddenly filled with turbulent waves.

But Mo Hua was still unaware of it.

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His hands were dirty, and he was still digging the soil and rocks on the ground, burying the broken sword deeper and standing it upright to prevent it from being tilted by the wind.

Until he sensed a terrifying breath behind him.

And this breath became extremely unstable due to emotional fluctuations.

He was suddenly startled and looked back, and saw the old senior with a long beard, his eyes were red, and there seemed to be thousands of sword qi in his eyes, whistling past, condensing into a vast and boundless sea of ​​swords, like the return of thousands of swords.

The breath around him also carried a fierce killing aura, which was extremely terrifying.

The dark light spots flickered, and the void was a little unstable, and cracks appeared.

Mo Hua's pupils were shocked.

This was the first time he faced the terrifying momentum of a cave cultivator.

Only then did he realize how powerful a true high-level cultivator would be if he was not suppressed and exerted his full strength...

The realm was too different, and under such power, he had almost no power to resist.

Fortunately, the old man with a long beard had been cultivating his state of mind for so many years. He knew something was wrong and tried his best to control his emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, all the sword intents were restrained, the cracks in the void were calmed, and the old man's expression was as calm as an ancient well again.

But his heart was not calm.

"Where did you get this broken sword?"

The old man with a long beard had an old and hoarse voice, and there was even a hint of sadness in his tone.

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

He immediately realized that this broken sword might have an extraordinary origin.

And that senior Xuan, and this old ancestor with powerful cultivation and amazing sword intent, may also have some unknown origins...

Mo Hua pondered for a while, and then said carefully:

"I have been to a small fishing village on the Yanshui River outside the Ganxuezhou boundary. In the fishing village, there is a hidden, abandoned river temple. There is a blood pool in the temple. This broken sword is suppressed at the bottom of the blood pool and corroded by blood."

"River temple, blood pool..." The bearded old man frowned slightly, "Why did you go there?"

Mo Hua said: "I went to the sect to do the bounty. Several human traffickers kidnapped two children in the small fishing village. Dao Tingsi issued a bounty and needed disciples with good formations. My formations are okay. I happened to follow them and entered the river temple. After catching those human traffickers, I happened to find something in the blood pool. After fishing it out, I found that it was a broken sword..."

Human traffickers, small fishing village, Dao Tingsi bounty.

These things are all in the open, and the Daoting Division has records, so you can find out once you check.

And the leech evil spirits, water monsters, demons, and fallen river gods, these things are known to no one except himself.

The old man pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Then how do you know that the owner of this broken sword is buried in this sword tomb?"

There is no need to hide this ink painting.

"I have heard rumors about the small fishing village. From the clothes worn by the owner of this broken sword, I guess he should be a senior of my Taixu Sect."

"I also consulted the elders in the sect, but I didn't find out who the owner of this broken sword is. I only know that he may have learned a very powerful sword technique, and..."

Mo Hua paused, quietly looked at the old man in front of him, and whispered:

"The natal sword is broken, and the foundation is damaged."

"Therefore, I think that the owner of this broken sword may have faced an unknown strong enemy, experienced a great battle, and then died of serious injuries. Together with other seniors of Taixu Sect, he was buried in this sword tomb..."

The old man with a long beard looked indifferent and lonely.

Then he forced himself to think carefully about Mo Hua's words, and intuitively, he did not find anything wrong.

This means that these words are not much different from the real cause and effect.

Even if there is concealment, it is estimated that there is not much.

The old man with a long beard turned his head and looked at Mo Hua deeply again, especially seeing his pure temperament and clear eyes, he sighed in his heart.

Speaking of this matter, there are many coincidences.

But in other words, it may also be a kind of fate.

God sent this child to him with all these coincidences, perhaps because he thought of himself being alone and miserable, so he sent this relic of Xuan'er, this broken sword of his life that he had nurtured since he was a child, accompanied him in his practice and growth, to him.

This may be the mercy of heaven.

God still favors his half-buried old bones to some extent, so that he can have a thought in the days before his death.

The old man with a long beard sighed slowly.

He looked at Mo Hua again and said:

"This broken sword is very important to me. Since you can bring it to the sword tomb, there must be a chance in the dark."

"I am a person who distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. I will avenge my grudges, and if I am grateful, I will never owe others."

"I will make a promise to you to repay your karma. Within the scope of morality and law, I will fulfill one of your wishes."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The old man with a long beard spoke solemnly, as if it was worth a thousand gold.

Mo Hua was stunned and shocked.

This Taixumen Dongxu Patriarch, who was sealed but powerful to the point of being terrifying, would fulfill one of his wishes?

He didn't expect that this broken sword was so precious?

But what should he ask for?

Mo Hua was completely unprepared, and was a little entangled when he was caught off guard.

The old man with a long beard did not urge Mo Hua.

This kind of thing really needs to be thought about carefully.

As a disciple, his wish is nothing more than to enter the inner sect, learn the inheritance, and teach. Even if he is granted the position of elder in the future, it is not impossible, as long as he can cultivate the golden elixir.

Of course, if Mo Hua was really greedy and wishful thinking and asked to be the leader of Taixu, the old man would immediately pick him up by the neck and throw him out of the back mountain.

In Mo Hua's heart, it was naturally impossible for him to not know anything about it.

Although the old man did not say what specific restrictions this wish had, it was obvious that he could not grant all wishes.

If you don't wink at all, and the lion really opens his mouth, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat.

It must be consistent with the status of a disciple and be positive, but it must not make this old senior feel dissatisfied and feel that he is pushing too far and cannot take the "big pie". The future will be good but he cannot eat it now.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and said solemnly:

"Ancestor, I want to learn swordsmanship!"

Ancestor Dugu frowned slightly.

As a disciple, it is normal to want to learn the sword.

As for his attainments in swordsmanship, he combines the strengths of many schools, integrates them, and is as knowledgeable as the sea. Not only is it unprecedented, but looking at the entire Qianxue State, it is at least rare.

only……

Ancestor Dugu glanced at Mo Hua, especially when he saw his weak physical body, meager spiritual power, and the aura of swordsmanship that seemed to be a little bit but almost non-existent around him.

"Have you...had any inheritance of swordsmanship since you were a child?" Patriarch Dugu asked.

"No..." Mo Hua said honestly.

He couldn't hide this little information even if he wanted to.

"Do you have any background in swordsmanship?"

"No."

"Have you ever warmed up a spiritual sword?"

"No."

"Have you ever devoted yourself to practicing sword energy for more than ten years?"

"No."

"Then... have you ever refined the sword's heart?"

Mo Hua still shook his head, "No..."

And not only is it gone now, he doesn't even know what "Sword Heart" is...

Ancestor Dugu was silent.

That's it... he still wants to learn swordsmanship?

The old man was silent for a moment and finally sighed.

Although it is a bit "wishful thinking" to want to achieve success in swordsmanship with this child's dull aptitude, the idea of ​​"learning swordsmanship" itself is correct.

Qualifications or talents are no excuses.

If you are willing to work hard and have the desire to make progress and study hard, you should be encouraged.

In the tens of thousands of years of martial arts history, there are examples of people who were not without qualifications but who relied on acquired hard work to become top sword cultivators.

What's more, there is this causal opportunity.

He sent him the sword and taught him the swordsmanship himself.

This also coincides with cause and effect.

This child's cultivation level is low and his swordsmanship is weak. Even if you teach him a little casually, it will be enough for him to serve him for a lifetime.

Ancestor Dugu pondered for a moment, and then glanced around. He probably knew some Taoist techniques and fighting methods that ink painting was good at, and then said:

"I will teach you the 'Hanxu Piaomiao Sword Technique'. The sword and body skills are integrated into one. You can attack and defend, and you can advance and retreat freely."

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head.

His body skills are already good enough. If he incorporates killing moves into his body skills, it would be better to use the small meteor technique. It would be somewhat redundant to learn sword skills that are integrated with his body skills.

"Then I will teach you the Chongling Six Meridians Sword Technique. This sword technique is in the same vein as the Chongxu Sect. It specializes in sword energy. It is a little weaker, but the sword energy is gentle and puts less stress on the body."

Mo Hua still shook his head.

His sword energy was already weak, so even if he practiced it, it would be in vain.

"Then I will teach you the Taixu Wandering Dragon Sword Controlling Technique. This sword technique is extremely powerful, and the foundation building level is not yet obvious. Once you have cultivated it to the golden elixir, and even become a feather, you can control the sword for thousands of miles, and the sword energy is like a dragon. It is the core inheritance of my Taixu Sect. One, it cannot be passed on unless you are a direct descendant of the inner sect. Your situation is special, so I can make an exception and pass it on to you this time."

Taixu Wandering Dragon Sword Control Technique...

Mo Hua looked shocked.

This name sounds very impressive upon hearing it.

But again, it is difficult to learn once you hear it. It probably requires not only powerful spiritual power and good swords, but also a very deep foundation of swordsmanship.

He has none of these.

Although the sword technique is good, it is obviously not something he can learn.

Mo Hua still shook his head.

The old man with a long beard finally became a little impatient and frowned:

"You don't want to learn this, and you don't want to learn that. Then tell me, what swordsmanship do you want to learn?"

Mo Hua felt a little guilty.

He originally thought that the old man would mention the sword technique, so that he would not have to say anything and would not appear to have "ulterior motives."

But now it seems that it should be impossible.

The Shen Nian Sword Technique is listed as taboo by the Taixu Sect and will probably never be taught again, and it is impossible for the seniors to take the initiative to teach him.

The Taixu Sect’s spiritual thoughts turned into swords and were buried in the sword tomb.

This old senior was the only one in the sword tomb.

This means that within the Taixu Sect, the only person who truly knows this sword technique is probably the ancestor in front of him.

Now that things have come to this, I can no longer be polite.

You must seize the opportunity yourself.

While he was delivering the broken sword, the ancestor still felt grateful for this kindness in his heart, so it would be better for the lion to open his mouth and do it in one step.

If you worry about gains and losses again and miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you may not have this opportunity again in the future.

"Ancestor, I want to learn..." Mo Hua's expression gradually became firmer, his eyes gradually brightened, and he said word by word:

"Taixu Divine Mind turns into a true sword technique!"

His voice was clear and ringing, floating back and forth between the sword tombs in the silent night.

The atmosphere was a bit dead for a while.

The old man with a long beard looked silent, and he was still in a trance for a moment.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember...

Hundreds of years ago, it seemed that it was in such a mountain forest that the grandson he loved most looked at him like this, with firm eyes, and said that he wanted to learn the Taixu Sect's... the true art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords.

I was soft-hearted at that time and had high expectations for him, so I violated the sect's prohibition and taught him secretly.

And then...

I was wrong, very wrong.

A hint of helpless bitterness emerged in the old man's heart.

He forced himself to suppress all the memories and thoughts of the past, and looked at the ink paintings with a deep sense of oppression:

"A gag order has been issued within the Taixu Sect. Where did you learn the name of this sword art?"

Mo Hua felt a little guilty, "I... overheard it from the elder..."

"Why do you want to learn this swordsmanship?"

"Because... it sounds very powerful..." Mo Hua whispered.

And it's really great.

The long-bearded old man couldn't help but be startled when he heard his somewhat childish answer, but he no longer wondered whether Mo Hua had ulterior motives.

But he still refused coldly:

"If you want to learn other Taixu Sect sword techniques, including some of the sword techniques of Tai'a and Chongxu families, I can teach you, but this sword technique is the only one that doesn't work, so you can't learn it."

"Is it because it's too dangerous?" Mo Hua asked.

The bearded old man's eyelids moved slightly, "You know everything?"

"Yes," Mo Hua nodded, "It is said that this sword art mainly focuses on sword intention, fighting with spiritual consciousness, and killing with the soul. Therefore, it is very lethal and risky. If you are not careful, the soul may be damaged. It’s hard to recover.”

I even know about the soul...

The bearded old man's eyes narrowed slightly.

He wanted to check afterward to see which elder of Taixu Sect was so talkative and told his disciples everything.

"You know everything, but you still dare to learn?" the bearded old man asked.

"It's precisely because I know that I want to learn!" Mo Hua said matter-of-factly, "Senior, you should have noticed that my spiritual roots are not good, and I am born with a weak body, so whether it is blood or spiritual power, I am inferior to Others are too different.”

"But the way of heaven is like this. It has advantages and disadvantages. My blood and spiritual power are not good, but there is only one thing..."

Mo Hua looked humble and a little conceited, "My spiritual consciousness is very strong!"

"Because my spiritual consciousness is strong, that's why I thought of practicing spiritual swordsmanship!"

The bearded old man's eyes narrowed slightly.

It makes sense to exploit strengths and avoid weaknesses.

However, no matter how strong his spiritual consciousness is, how strong can a foundation-building monk be...

The long-bearded old man didn't take it seriously, let go of his spiritual consciousness, and felt the aura of spiritual thoughts on Mo Hua's body. Suddenly his eyes trembled, and after a moment he slowly asked:

"What state has your consciousness reached?"

"Nineteen lines are at their peak." Mo Hua said.

For a moment, the long-bearded old man thought he had heard wrongly. He frowned and said, "Release your spiritual consciousness with all your strength."

Mo Hua nodded and did as he was told, without any concealment, releasing his divine consciousness at the peak of the Nineteen Marks.

The long-bearded old man sensed this spiritual consciousness that was close to the limit of foundation building, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

He didn't study it carefully before, but he vaguely felt that Mo Hua's consciousness was somewhat special.

But no matter how special he is, he is just a young foundation-building disciple.

He is the ancestor of Dongxu, a man of strong winds and waves, and has never seen anything in his life.

But this...

The cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building, the peak consciousness of the nineteen lines?

He has never seen it in his life...

The bearded old man was a little unbelievable for a moment.

"you……"

Mo Hua then revealed a little bit about himself, "Ancestor, I am following the path of divine consciousness and enlightenment."

"Divine consciousness proves the way..."

The old man with a long beard looked a little disappointed as he listened to this ancient path that no one had mentioned for a long time.

No wonder...

But he thought for a moment and shook his head, "Swordsmanship with spiritual thoughts is a sword art, which is different from pure spiritual knowledge. If you don't know anything about swordsmanship, I still can't teach you. Even if I teach you, you won't be able to learn it. ”

Mo Hua immediately said: "I learned it!"

"Have you learned it?" The old man with a long beard was startled.

Mo Hua was about to say that he had learned both the Sword Transformation Style and the Jingshen Sword, but he suddenly remembered that the evil fetus was parasitic on his body, and his soul was sealed. The Jingshen Sword could not be used, and the Sword Transformation Style was outside. Can't show it.

If you say you know it but can't use it, you will definitely be regarded as a liar.

What's more, my "spiritual thought turns into a sword" is learned without being taught, which is tantamount to "stealing from the master". I wonder if it violates this old senior's taboo.

Mo Hua then said vaguely: "I mean...I can definitely learn it!"

The long-bearded old man looked deeply at the ink painting, then shook his head slightly, "This sword technique is not child's play."

"Disciple understands."

"Once something goes wrong in cultivation, at least the spiritual sense will be damaged, and at the worst, the sea of ​​consciousness will be broken."

"It doesn't matter."

"When you fight with others, if you make a slight mistake, your life and soul may be shattered, or even contaminated by evil spirits..."

"I'm not afraid."

…

Whatever the old man with a long beard said, he is determined to do ink painting and must learn it.

The long-bearded old man did not blame Mo Hua. On the contrary, he felt a little sad.

Back then, Xuan'er had such a "stubborn" attitude and begged him to teach him how to turn his spiritual thoughts into swords, but no amount of persuasion was in use.

The old man's heart softened a little.

How about... just teach him?

But this kid's foundation in swordsmanship is too poor. If you teach him, how will he learn it? To understand the sword technique by relying solely on spiritual knowledge to prove the Tao?

As soon as he thought of this, the old man suddenly felt a sense of surprise in his heart.

Spiritual consciousness proves the truth!

Spiritual consciousness!

The Taixu Divine Consciousness Sword Art contains two aspects, one is the Divine Consciousness, and the other is the Sword Art.

Because there are few cultivators who have achieved the truth through spiritual consciousness, almost all of the Taixu Sect practiced this Divine Consciousness Sword Art as a pure "Sword Art".

Thus, the word "Divine Consciousness" in this Sword Art was ignored.

Divine Consciousness Sword Art is indeed to cultivate the sword intention, but it should not be simply attributed to the divine consciousness as "Sword Intention".

The scope of the word "Divine Consciousness" is much deeper than "Sword Intention".

And how can you practice Divine Consciousness Sword Art without cultivating Divine Consciousness?

The old man trembled in his heart.

He understood that the path of Taixu Sect to cultivate this sword art may have deviated from the beginning.

Only cultivating the sword intention, not focusing on divine consciousness.

They are almost "cutting off one arm" to cultivate the Divine Consciousness Sword Art.

Perhaps... if the cultivators who have achieved enlightenment through spiritual consciousness practice the transformation of spiritual consciousness into sword, there will be another world?

The old man couldn't help looking at Mo Hua, and the once dead mood was somewhat revived.

He wanted to pass on this inheritance more than anyone else.

But this idea was forcibly suppressed by him for hundreds of years.

He just looked at Mo Hua silently, and finally, he sighed.

He knew in his heart that if he really taught the transformation of spiritual consciousness into sword to this child, it would undoubtedly harm him.

This sword technique is a double-edged sword.

The more powerful it is in killing people, the more cruel it will be to kill yourself.

Over the years, because of this sword technique, I don't know how many sword geniuses with extraordinary talents have died.

He didn't want to add another one.

Mo Hua seemed to see the old man's thoughts, and said: "Old senior, everyone will die..."

The old man with a long beard was slightly stunned, not knowing what Mo Hua meant by this sentence.

Mo Hua's eyes were bright, and he continued:

"You can't stop living just because you will die in the end."

"Similarly, no matter how dangerous the sword is, you can't stop practicing it just because it's dangerous."

"The great way is high and far, and most cultivators may not get the way in their entire lives and die halfway, but those who are truly determined to become immortals will not give up their pursuit and pursue the great way."

Mo Hua's eyes were clear and bright, like stars.

The bearded old man was shocked.

This child...

Where did he get this clear "heart of the way" from?

The old man pondered for a moment, his mood gradually calmed down, his eyes were solemn, and he slowly asked:

"What's your name?"

Mo Hua said respectfully: "My name is Mo Hua."

Mo Hua...

The old man silently repeated it in his heart and nodded:

"Okay, I promise you, I will teach you how to transform your mind into a sword!"

Mo Hua was overjoyed and said quickly: "Thank you, old senior!"

The old man said: "It's late today, you go back. From now on, every seven days, I will take you to the sword tomb in the back mountain to learn the true secret of transforming your mind into a sword from me."

"What you can learn depends on your own understanding and luck."

"But I have a promise in advance, if one day I find that your sword is If you make mistakes in practicing the sword art, or if you act violently and use your sword at will, or if you use this sword art to commit crimes, I will definitely abolish your sword art of divine thoughts and expel you from Taixu Sect. "

Mo Hua's expression became serious, and he nodded solemnly:

"Old senior, I will remember this."

The old man with a long beard glanced at Mo Hua, and seeing that Mo Hua's eyes were serious and his attitude was correct, he nodded slightly:

"Okay, I will send you out now. After you go out, you must remember that you cannot mention what happened here to anyone."

"Remember, anyone, including your parents, relatives, brothers, and anyone in Taixu Sect."

"Yes!" Mo Hua nodded solemnly.

The old man with a long beard said no more, and his skinny arm tore through the void, and then grabbed Mo Hua and threw him in.

Mo Hua was spinning around like this, and he returned to the disciple residence in a daze.

On the ground, there was still a half-drawn formation left by him.

Now thinking about all that happened just now, it was like a dream.

Mo Hua pinched his cheeks, it hurt a little, obviously he was not dreaming, and then his eyes could not help but shine.

Finally...

I can learn the authentic mind-to-sword technique!

...

At this time, in the sword tomb in the back mountain.

After sending Mo Hua away, the old man with a long beard still sat there, his mind in a mess.

He didn't know if his decision was right or not.

But this might be his last chance, and the last time he tried in this life...

He took a different approach, using the path of spiritual consciousness to prove the truth, to practice the method of spiritual consciousness-to-sword technique.

There are very few cultivators who prove the truth with spiritual consciousness.

And a seedling like this, with such a heaven-defying spiritual consciousness, is rare in life.

If you miss it, it is very likely that you will not meet it in this life, no, even if you live two more lives.

"Mohua..."

The old man with long beards muttered the name again, and then took out a piece of bamboo, cut it into a bamboo sword, and carved the words "Mohua" on it.

He felt heavy-hearted and inserted the bamboo sword into a sword tomb in front of him.

This sword tomb was quite special, with many bamboo swords inserted on it, and many names of monks were recorded.

These names were only known to him, and they would be buried in the loess with him and completely annihilated.

The bamboo sword engraved with the words "Mohua" was just an ordinary bamboo sword, and it was ranked last.

The old man with long beards was just doing his routine.

But when this bamboo sword was inserted into the sword tomb.

In the forbidden area, the sword energy suddenly surged, and the broken swords buried in the sword tombs all emitted a low hum.

The ancient sword spirit seemed to be awakening, turning into wisps of white smoke, rising from the withered tombs and sword tombs, interweaving with each other, and merging into a magnificent sword cloud.

The pupils of the old ancestor Dugu trembled, and he forgot to breathe for a moment.

For hundreds of years, the heart that had been calm and peaceful had an incredible tremor.