Chapter 576 Itinerary

A few days later, Mo Hua boarded the Cloud Ferry.

This Cloud Ferry was smaller and simpler than the one that Mo Hua had seen before, the one that the junior brother and the junior sister took.

But despite this, it was also very impressive.

The Cloud Ferry took off on the clouds, raising layers of clouds, which was spectacular.

About three months later, the Cloud Ferry would enter Qianzhou.

Mo Hua would also have to reach the Qian Dao Sect in Qianzhou, the fifth-grade Qianxuezhou boundary, in more than five months, that is, before September, and find a way to join the sect.

The Cloud Ferry floated in the sky and flew among the clouds.

Although it was "flying", it was not actually considered "flying", at least it was different from the flying of cultivators.

There was a sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and there were cloud veins in the sea of ​​clouds. There were air currents in the cloud veins. These air currents formed strong winds, which flowed from the clouds of Jiuzhou and finally merged into Xunzhou.

The Cloud Ferry used the air currents in the cloud veins to sail between the boundaries of the states.

Mo Hua was very curious at first, but after a few days, the novelty faded and he felt bored.

On Yundu, each cultivator has a guest room.

The guest room is not big, and is used for cultivators to practice and rest.

Most of the time, Mo Hua stayed in his small guest room, practicing quietly and learning formations.

He was alone, and rarely went out to avoid trouble.

He only went out for a walk when he had food.

Yundu has a large cabin where various things can be sold.

There are various meals, but they are relatively expensive. Although Mo Hua can afford them, he will not eat them often, just occasionally to satisfy his cravings.

He is not short of spiritual stones, but he also knows that he should be frugal when he is away from home.

When he arrived in Qianzhou, there were many places to spend spiritual stones.

In the large cabin, cultivators can also rent stalls to sell local specialties, as well as some spiritual tools, pills, formations, etc. of different standards.

Mo Hua occasionally strolled around and was amazed.

He saw various spiritual tools for the first time.

There are mother-and-child knives, long spears, long halberds, flying needles, pear blossom needles, red silk, iron locks, etc.

The most expensive one is the sword.

The sword is the king of all the tools for cultivation.

There are many ways and profound knowledge involved in the skills, Taoist methods, and tool refining of sword tools. Even the monks who fly swords are called "sword cultivators" in order to distinguish them from spiritual and physical cultivators.

Among the monks, there are many who like to cultivate swords.

However, sword cultivators attach importance to both skills and sword skills. The method of refining sword tools is also a secret, and they pay great attention to inheritance and background.

Therefore, there are almost no monks who use swords in Dahei Mountain.

Most of the monks near Dahei Mountain use knives.

Even if there are those who use swords, they actually use "swords" as "knives".

Using swords as an ordinary spiritual tool to chop and kill cannot be regarded as a real "sword cultivator".

The only sword cultivator Mo Hua has ever seen should be Zhang Lan.

His ancient sword was very heavy, with pine patterns and simple texture. Mo Hua had a hard time holding it. It looked very valuable.

In addition, it was said that there were also different types of sword cultivators.

There were physical cultivators who used swords to attack at close range, with sword energy and strength compatible, splitting mountains and cutting seas.

There were also spiritual cultivators who used swords to kill from a distance, using their spiritual consciousness to control the sword and kill the enemy thousands of miles away...

However, Mo Hua had never seen these with his own eyes, so he didn't know whether they were true or not.

"Sword cultivator..."

Mo Hua had thought before that if he cultivated the "sword control technique" with such a strong spiritual consciousness, his mind would follow his thoughts, and he could control thousands of flying swords and condense them into a rain of swords. Wouldn't that be handsome and powerful?

It wasn't until he saw the price of swords at Yundu's stall that he silently dispelled this idea of ​​overestimating his own abilities.

Spiritual swords are too expensive!

Any spiritual sword costs seven or eight thousand spirit stones.

A slightly better one costs tens of thousands.

This kind of sword is also easy to wear out.

If it breaks, you have to buy it again.

Unlike those aristocratic families, the best spiritual swords are all inherited from their ancestors, made of precious materials, durable, and with years of practice, the sword and the person are one, and the power is amazing.

Mo Hua sighed.

Forget it, let's learn my own formation...

It's better not to learn the sword method.

I can't afford it...

In Yundu's cabin, in addition to food, spiritual tools, there are also some elixirs and formations.

As for the elixirs, Mo Hua won't look at them.

Mr. Feng was afraid that Mo Hua would make a mistake, so he prepared a lot for him, both first-grade and second-grade elixirs.

These second-grade elixirs were made by Mr. Feng through his connections and asked the second-grade senior alchemist to help refine them.

There are those for restoring the soul, detoxifying, and avoiding miasma.

What Mo Hua is most interested in is the formation.

But this also disappointed him greatly.

Most of the stall owners are first-grade formation masters, and there are very few second-grade ones.

Even if there are cultivators selling second-grade formation diagrams occasionally, the price is extremely expensive, and it is not rare, so it is not cost-effective.

Instead of spending spirit stones to buy these formation diagrams, it is better to try your luck, visualize the five-element formation flow diagram, decipher the five-element source pattern, and randomly draw the five-element formation...

In addition, Mo Hua also met all kinds of cultivators.

Yundu passed through Lizhou, Kunzhou, Duizhou, Qianzhou, and finally arrived at Kanzhou.

The cultivators of these states would appear on Yundu, coming and going, bustling, dressed differently, and with different skills and spiritual roots.

These cultivators who came and went had different customs, different faces, and different behavioral habits.

There were even some spiritual root attributes that Mo Hua had not seen yet.

Although Mo Hua was curious, he did not talk to anyone.

He was afraid that there would be bad people who would have bad intentions against him.

People's hearts are separated from their stomachs. When he went out, he was a small cultivator, so it was better to be cautious.

There were also some monks along the way. Seeing that Mo Hua was young, they talked to him with a fake smile:

"What a cute little brother..."

"Little brother, are you alone?"

Then they either said, "I have an opportunity..."

Or they said, "Sister has something good to show you..."

Mo Hua is not very old, but he has traveled a lot and can barely be considered an "old man in the world". How could he not see that they have ulterior motives?

In this case, Mo Hua pretended to ignore them and ignored them.

Anyway, there were great monks in Yundu, so these people did not dare to act recklessly and cause trouble.

Generally, Mo Hua ignored them, and they knew what was going on, and stopped bothering Mo Hua.

Mo Hua locked himself in a small room, practiced daily, insisted on learning the formation, and continued to practice the second-grade formation on the Dao stele at night to continue to enhance the fourteen-pattern consciousness.

When he was free, he comprehended the five-element formation flow diagram and deciphered some five-element formations.

When he felt bored, he walked outside the deck and looked at the sea of ​​clouds.

The days were stable and peaceful.

After getting used to it, it was even a bit boring.

In this way, Mo Hua was cautious and careful. Three months passed slowly, and Yundu finally arrived in Qianzhou.

Yundu docked, Mo Hua packed up his things, and got off the boat alone.

But in his heart, he was inevitably a little nervous and uneasy.

As soon as he got off Yundu, Mo Hua was suddenly startled, looked up, and his eyes were shocked.

Although the nine states in the world are all blue sky.

But the sky above the heads of cultivators in each state is different.

This is not visible to ordinary cultivators, but Mo Hua knows that there is a great formation of heaven in the sky, and he has seen it with his own eyes, so he can vaguely feel it...

The great formation in the sky of Qianzhou is very different from that of Lizhou.

This means that this part of the great formation of heaven has different formation patterns and patterns.

As for what the difference is, Mo Hua's realm is still low, and he can't see it carefully.

Mo Hua looked up again and glanced at the sky.

Qianzhou.

Qian means heaven.

The heaven is vigorous, and the gentleman strives for self-improvement.

No matter where you go, the sky is above your head and the earth is under your feet. In the sky, there is the eternal Heavenly Dao formation, and under the ground, there is the earthly Dao essence that carries all things.

I should do the same, comprehend the formation, seek the Heavenly Dao, and strive for self-improvement...

Mo Hua nodded.

The strangeness, uneasiness and uneasiness of being in a foreign land also receded a little.

He carried the storage bag, held his head high and stepped off the deck, facing the vast sky, and stepped onto the land of Qianzhou.

...

Qianzhou is very large and has many state boundaries.

These state boundaries are also large and small, low-grade and high-grade. One of the most prestigious state boundaries is the fifth-grade Qianxue state boundary with many sects and a prosperous learning atmosphere.

The place where Yundu landed is in Cangdu City, located in the third-grade Cangdu state boundary.

The Cangdu state boundary is still a long way from the Qianxue state boundary.

Cangdu City is an immortal city that has developed with the prosperity of Yundu. It has convenient transportation and frequent exchanges among monks.

There were also many boys and girls in the city, who seemed to be cultivators from various states, who took the cloud ferry to study in Qianzhou.

However, they were all escorted by their family elders or elders.

Only Mo Hua was alone.

Mo Hua rested in Cangdu City for one night, and set off the next day, leaving Cangdu City and heading to Qianxuezhou alone.

Other cultivators who were studying either rode horses, took cars, or took cloud chariots.

In order to save spiritual stones, Mo Hua could only walk.

He planned a route for himself.

This route started from Cangdu City, waded through mountains and rivers along the way, passed through two second-grade state boundaries, and finally reached the fifth-grade Qianxuezhou boundary.

Although it was a long detour, it was safer because they were all second-grade state boundaries.

It was better to be cautious when going out.

In the second-grade state boundary, the foundation-building cultivation was restricted. With the strength of Mo Hua in the early stage of foundation-building, he could get along like a fish in water with his formations and spells.

Even if he met someone he couldn't beat, he could still run away with his concealment technique and the Water-passing Step.

But if he went to the third-grade state boundary, if he was unlucky and met some evil-minded Jindan cultivator who wanted to take his life, then he would be really finished.

A Jindan cultivator was not someone that a small cultivator in the early stage of foundation building could contend with.

Maybe a flying sword could kill him.

So, he should be a little timid.

As long as he could reach the Qianxue state boundary and join the Qiandao Sect within one and a half months, it would be fine.

Mo Hua calculated the distance and the journey, and the time should be more than enough.

And along the way, he could also practice the second-grade Water-passing Step.

When he was in Tongxian City, he only learned the general idea hastily, did not study it deeply, and had no chance to use it more.

This time, he could use it instead of learning to improve his proficiency in the second-grade Water-passing Step.

This kind of life-saving body technique must be practiced more and practiced until it is as familiar as it can be.

A little slackness could cost you your life in a critical moment.

Mo Hua planned it out, packed up his luggage, and set off alone along the road to the Qianzhou academic world.

On the way, he ate and slept in the open air.

When there was no one around, Mo Hua hurried along with the flowing water step, walking like flowing water, with the wind under his feet.

When he was tired, he would take a break.

Occasionally, he would meet some convoys with serious signs, and the aura and appearance of the monks were all dignified, and there was no malice in their thoughts, so Mo Hua would approach.

Occasionally, he would get a meal or a ride.

He could also take a break.

Most of these monks were also very enthusiastic. Seeing that Mo Hua was young and traveling alone, they were a little surprised, and they would also take out some wine and meat to entertain Mo Hua.

No merit, no reward.

Mo Hua took a few glances, pointed out where there was a problem with the team's formation, and helped fix it.

These people were even more surprised.

Often when parting, Mo Hua would be given some gifts. Although they were not expensive, they were still thoughtful and made Mo Hua very happy.

Occasionally there will be danger.

Like monsters in the mountains and forests, lone wanted monks, or groups of monks who can hide their presence from others, even Mo Hua, and can be easily identified as evil cultivators at a glance.

Mo Hua has seen many demon cultivators.

When I followed my uncle along the way, I met a lot of living demon cultivators, dead demon cultivators, or met my uncle, from birth to death.

The aura of the demon cultivator is not correct, and there is a fishy and filthy feeling in his consciousness.

Ink painting has a keen sense of consciousness and can be easily distinguished.

But there was nothing he could do except stay away.

He is a young monk who is not familiar with the place. This kind of right and wrong is not something he can get involved in.

Low-key, quietly, a person goes to the border of Qianxue State, and joins the sect as soon as possible. The more important thing is to study and practice.

Along the way, we would occasionally pass by fairy cities or small towns.

Ink paintings usually stay temporarily, rest, ask for directions, and see if there are any dangers on the road ahead.

Most of the monks in Immortal City are indifferent.

On the contrary, there are some small towns where the atmosphere is simple and the monks are enthusiastic and talkative.

"Go forward, climb over the top of the mountain, pass the half-way slope, follow the mountain road, walk for several hundred miles, pass by several small fairy cities, and you will almost reach the border of Qianxue Prefecture..."

"There are monsters in the mountains. You are a little kid, so be careful..."

"If it's too dark and the road is difficult to walk, we'll spend the night in that ruined temple in the mountains."

"That ruined temple was once a mountain temple, dedicated to the mountain god. Later, the mountain god became evil and was killed by several elders at the border of Qianxue State..."

"The temple is empty now. The monks along the way will stay there if they delay their departure from the mountain..."

The person who said these words was a rickety old man.

The old man opened a noodle shop in a small town. Mo Hua was hungry, so he ordered a large bowl of noodles and chatted with the old man while eating.

Mo Hua politely thanked the old man.

The old man stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and suddenly asked curiously:

"This kid is from out of town? Why is he alone?"

"I went out to practice and practice..." Mo Hua said.

The old man shook his head, "What kind of experience does a little kid have?"

"I'm fifteen years old, not too young!"

The old man snorted, "You're only fifteen years old. Here, anyone under twenty is just a baby..."

Mo Hua asked in detail and then he understood.

Qianzhou is a large state with a pleasant climate. It is generally much richer than Lizhou. Even the life of casual cultivators is better than that in Lizhou.

The monks in Qianzhou generally practice longer.

This is especially true for monks from some families, or monks from some families or sects.

They don't have to train early to strengthen their bodies and make a living like ordinary casual cultivators. Instead, they can continue to practice until they are in their twenties.

Keep warm and nourish your body, lay a solid foundation, and then break through and build the foundation.

If it doesn't work, then delegate it to the family business and slowly gain experience.

Therefore, before the age of twenty, you are still at an age where you can be carefree, practice peace of mind, and be enlightened in cultivation.

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

He thought that at fifteen he was already a young boy.

As a result, in these big states, he is still only half a child...

The old man looked at the ink painting and asked again: "Have you established a foundation?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

The old man felt a little pity, "It's too hasty. If your spiritual power and your blood and energy don't settle down for a while, what foundation will you build?"

"Do you want to build a foundation at the age of twenty and then worship the sect?"

Mo Hua nodded.

The old man sighed: "It can't be that simple. Your foundation is so weak. Even if you established it before the age of twenty, no one will accept you..."

"What's more, your spiritual roots don't seem to be in good condition?"

Mo Hua didn't hide anything and said truthfully:

"Only middle and lower quality..."

The old man was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "It's difficult..."

Mo Hua originally wanted to ask, "Isn't it okay even if there is an order to join the clan?" But after thinking about it, he still didn't ask.

When you go out, don't show off your "wealth".

There are many disciples studying near Qianzhou. Things like "Entry Order" must be very precious and cannot be easily told to others to avoid being coveted.

Mo Hua asked again: "Do you know Qian Dao Sect?"

"Who knows about the Qian Dao Sect..." the old man said, startled, "You don't want to join the Qian Dao Sect..."

Mo Hua nodded, "I'll try my luck."

The old man shook his head hurriedly, "That's even more impossible. Qian Dao Sect is one of the four major sects in the Qianxue state. It is the leading sect. It is at least the top three in Qianxue in the past..."

"With your qualifications and Daoji, there is no way you can get started."

"Are there no exceptions..." Mo Hua asked.

"Exceptions..." The old man was slightly startled, "I don't know about that old man, but what are the exceptions? Even if you are the illegitimate son of the head..."

The old man frowned and said, "It's probably quite embarrassing... You don't know how high the threshold of these sects is. They attach great importance to spiritual roots..."

Mo Hua also frowned.

Taking spiritual roots so seriously...

It seems that I still want to keep it simple when it comes to getting started.

I don’t know if Qian Dao Sect recognizes this “Order of Admission”...

If he didn't recognize me, I would have to make plans earlier.

After Mo Hua finished his noodles, he chatted with the old man for a while, paid the spirit stone, and started his journey again, heading towards the distant mountains.

The old man saw that Mo Hua was small and alone on the road, frowned, and was still a little worried, so he reminded him:

"Little kid, be careful, try not to walk at night, and go to the mountain temple if you can't."

"Thank you, grandpa, I know!"

"Also, be careful of some human traffickers..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Human traffickers?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded and whispered: "This is Qianzhou. Although the sect is powerful, the Taoist court is strictly controlled, and the public security is good, but..."

"Some people, as long as they are given spirit stones, they can do anything..."

Mo Hua said: "Human traffickers...who do they traffic?"

The old man pointed at Mo Hua, "Mainly traffickers like you..."

Mo Hua was slightly stunned, thought about it, and understood.

Qianzhou is a place for practicing Taoism and studying.

Many talented young monks from various forces would come here to study.

Then kidnapping monks and extorting huge amounts of spiritual stones from the families behind them would be a dangerous but lucrative business.

Even if there is no extortion.

These talented monks have excellent spiritual roots and excellent qualifications, and they can also make a lot of spiritual stones if sold.

"Kidnapping monks..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I remember!"

The old man didn't know whether Mo Hua really remembered it or just pretended to remember it, so he didn't say anything, but just looked at Mo Hua worriedly.

Mo Hua waved goodbye to the old man, turned around, walked briskly along the mountain road alone, and walked towards the distant mountains...