Chapter 932 Xia Supervisor

Letting go of her worries, Yuer's smile became purer, and she could really have fun.

Yuer held a candied haws in her mouth, running around the streets and alleys of Qingzhou City, looking at lanterns, watching acrobatics, and staring at cats, dogs and spirit animals without blinking.

Mo Hua followed Yuer, looking relieved. But Yuer's words remained in his heart.

"Three 'Yuers', one in the mountains, one in the water, and one by himself, watching him silently..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the nightmare that Yuer told him a long time ago:

"There are many mountains, many monsters, and blood in the dream..."

"What rabbits, what crying, what one mountain, one water, one person..."

"Many people will die, blood will flow into the river, bones will be paved into high buildings, human flesh will be cast into cities, all connected..."

"Because of Yuer, everyone will die..."

He remained calm and pondered silently.

The opportunity for me to enter the realm of Qianxuezhou and become a disciple of Taixu Sect was "Yu'er".

Mr. Tu wanted to capture Yu'er, the demons of the Great Wilderness invaded Yu'er's nightmare, and Yu'er's mark was clearly visible on the authority of the Great Wilderness Evil God...

All these showed that Yu'er and the Great Wilderness Evil God must have some kind of relationship.

"The rabbit is crying..."

Mo Hua thought hard for a long time, turned his head and looked at the innocent Yu'er, and was suddenly startled, "This child, wouldn't he say... a cunning rabbit has three burrows..."

A cunning rabbit has three burrows, one mountain, one water, and one person?

And...

"Many people will die, their blood will flow into the river, their bones will be paved into high buildings, and their flesh will be built into cities..."

This sentence made Mo Hua think of the numerous evil bone arrays in the blood swamp of Yanluo Mountain, which were scattered around the Demon Sect, devouring flesh and blood life, and transforming it into the power of death and transmitting it into the earth veins.

All the scenes he saw seemed to coincide with Yu'er's nightmare in secret.

Mo Hua's pupils shrank slightly.

He just felt that he seemed to have grasped something vaguely...

...

After walking around the street, it was getting dark, lanterns were hanging high, and fireworks were everywhere.

Mo Hua held Yu'er's hand and returned to the Gu family under the illumination of colorful fireworks.

Half an hour later, the Gu family's annual banquet began.

This year's show was even bigger than last year, and there were more guests than last year. The whole hall looked more lively than in previous years.

All the guests were seated from the high platform to the bottom in order according to their closeness, cultivation level, and status.

And Mo Hua sat on the high platform, only one seat lower than the head of the family.

Unknowingly, he had changed from a "regular guest" to a "distinguished guest" at the Gu family's annual banquet.

This was not only because of Mr. Xun's face, but also because he had the identity of the "leader of formation" who dominated thousands of sects in Qianxuezhou.

Wenren Wan and Yu'er sat elsewhere. Although their seats were not low, they did not sit at the same table with him as in previous years.

Mo Hua was a little confused.

It was not until the banquet began that unfamiliar family elders or sect monks came to him with wine glasses and toasted him. Mo Hua finally understood why.

He was here for "socializing" and could not eat and drink as usual.

He could not eat alone and ignore others.

Because people came to toast frequently, Yu'er and Wenren Wan were not convenient to sit with him.

Mo Hua sighed.

As expected, people are afraid of fame and pigs are afraid of being fat.

One day, he would be burdened by fame.

Of course, if this kind of good thing were placed in other people's hands, they would be eager for it, and Mo Hua had nothing to be hypocritical about.

Although he was a little uncomfortable, he accepted everyone who came.

The reason why these monks from noble families and sects flocked to the Gu family's annual banquet was probably to make friends with the "leader of formations" in Qianxuezhou.

But since these people can attend the Gu family's annual banquet, it means that they have a good relationship with the Gu family.

Mo Hua has received a lot of care from the Gu family. Now that he has a little reputation, it is only natural for him to stand up for the Gu family and support the appearance.

Anyway, it's just a drink and a few polite words. It's not difficult at all. On the contrary, he can make friends with more monks.

"Drinking" friendship is also considered friendship.

Gu Shouyan, who was sitting in the upper seat, was originally worried that Mo Hua would resist this kind of social interaction between noble families.

He didn't want to do these worldly things.

But he is the head of the family, and exchanges between noble families are inevitable.

No matter how upright the noble family is, it is impossible to have a true "gentleman's friendship" that is as light as water. Some connections and interests are required.

Fortunately, Mo Hua was young and broad-minded, and didn't care so much.

Gu Shouyan was secretly grateful in his heart.

In this way, people came and went, and Mo Hua didn't know who he had toasted with and drank with.

Fortunately, the Gu family knew his "taste" and prepared fruit wine for him. His cheeks were flushed, but he was not obviously drunk.

Gu Shouyan was afraid that he would really get him drunk, so he stopped people from toasting.

Mo Hua was free to deal with the delicacies on the table.

After eating for a while, there was a sudden noise. Mo Hua looked up and saw a group of people surrounding a man in a white Taoist robe with gold and jade patterns.

The man was tall and straight, with a majestic face, and his aura was as deep as a deep mountain.

It was Xia Jian, the Taoist court inspector of the Yuhua realm from the Xia family, who had met Mo Hua several times.

Gu Shouyan, the head of the Gu family, stood up to greet him.

"Supervisor Xia, I am sorry for not coming to meet you in person."

Xia Jianjian did not put on airs, and said in a friendly tone, "I am busy with work and came late, please do not blame me, patriarch."

"Please take a seat, Jianjian." Gu Shouyan bowed.

Xia Jianjian walked to the upper seat of the high platform, sitting on an equal footing with the patriarch of the Gu family, and happened to sit next to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua then realized who the empty seat on his upper left was prepared for.

"It turned out to be Jianjian Xia..."

Mo Hua muttered to himself.

But he didn't care. Things like seating had nothing to do with him. He had already "entertained" once, and now he only needed to eat and fill his stomach.

Besides, he was not familiar with Xia Jianjian, so there was no need to pay attention to him.

He was a great Jianjian, it was impossible for him to come and toast to him in person.

Mo Hua began to concentrate on dealing with a very big crab on the table, with as much meat on its claws as steamed buns.

But before he finished eating a crab, a strange but familiar voice sounded in his ears:

"Little brother."

Mo Hua turned his head and saw Xia Jian holding a cup, looking at him with dignity but a bit of kindness.

Mo Hua was stunned.

Xia Jian sat in his seat, holding the cup, and did not do anything else.

After a while, Mo Hua understood, picked up the cup, and said to Xia Jian: "Xia Jian, I toast you a glass."

After all, Xia Jian was Yuhua, the Daoting Supervisor.

Even if he held the cup first, he could not be allowed to toast first.

Mo Hua still understood this.

Xia Jianjian was quite satisfied with Mo Hua's cleverness. He drank the wine in the cup and said slowly:

"Speaking of which, I have some fate with my little brother."

"Yes."

"I wonder what your plans are next, little brother?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, "What does Jianjian mean..."

Xia Jianjian put down the wine glass, his lips did not move, but his voice came out:

"The Qianxue Sect preaches for nine years. After two years, you will graduate, right? Do you plan to stay in Taixu Sect and teach as an elder in the inner sect, or do you want to go out and try your luck?"

Mo Hua was a little surprised when he heard this.

Did Xia Jianjian ask himself about this at the annual banquet in front of so many people?

He looked around and was surprised to find that so many people around him seemed to have seen and heard nothing about it, and did not notice it at all.

Only the head of the Gu family, who was in the Yuhua realm, seemed to know something, but he also drank his wine by himself without showing any expression.

Xia Jian's voice reached Mo Hua's ears, "Heaven and earth know what's going on here, you know it and I know it."

Mo Hua suddenly realized it and soon understood it, and asked: "Jian, do you want to win me over to the Xia family?"

Xia Jian was slightly stunned, thinking that this child was straightforward and said whatever he wanted to say.

But it's better this way, talking to smart people is less troublesome.

"Little brother, what do you think?"

"Is there any benefit?" Mo Hua is more pragmatic.

Xia Jian silently glanced at Mo Hua, "The Xia family is an ancient family, the sixth rank, located in Daozhou in the center of Jiuzhou, subordinate to the Central Dao Court, and has produced several elders in the past dynasties. Its influence covers the world and its background is unfathomable..."

Xia Jian only stated some facts.

Any cultivator with a little knowledge understands the weight of this statement.

Any sentence in it, whether it is "ancient family", "sixth rank", "located in Daozhou", "subordinate to Dao Court", or "has produced several elders"...are all things that ordinary cultivators and family sects can never reach in their lifetime.

Even the fifth-rank aristocratic families in Qianxuezhou are completely different.

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "This is the Xia family's business, it has nothing to do with me."

"If you join the Xia family..."

"My surname is Mo." Mo Hua said lightly.

Xia Jianjian was slightly surprised, and then he understood what Mo Hua meant.

No matter how powerful the Xia family is, it is only the "Xia" family.

Even if Mo Hua entered the Xia family, he would still be an outsider. He was unwilling to marry into the family, change his surname, give up his origin, or rely on the nobles.

Xia Jianjian's expression was a little indifferent.

But in his heart, he looked up to Mo Hua.

There are many talented and arrogant people in this world, but there are very few who can see the situation clearly and recognize their own class.

Those who are of humble origin but have their own self and do not blindly cling to power are truly neither humble nor arrogant.

"You know the Three Talents Formation, right?" Xia Jianjian said.

Mo Hua's eyes suddenly lit up.

"My Xia family has the inheritance of the Three Talents Formation." Xia Jianzhan saw Mo Hua's expression and spoke calmly.

Mo Hua was envious.

Mr. Xun said that the real Three Talents Formation is related to the three talents of heaven, earth and man, coordinating the infiniteness of Qian Dao, the great virtue of Kun Dao, and the cunning changes of human Dao. The pattern is very large and the derivatives are very wide.

This is the knowledge of the Dao Court to rule the world.

The core inheritance of the Three Talents is strictly controlled by the Dao Court and never passed on. Unless you go to Daozhou, enter the Dao Court, and contact the high-level of the Dao Court, you can't learn the essence of the Three Talents Formation...

Mo Hua was a little itchy, and his attitude towards Xia Jianzhan also became much more familiar.

He quietly asked: "Can I learn the Three Talents Formation by following the Xia family?"

Xia Jianzhan shook his head, "No."

Mo Hua was disappointed and muttered, "What else can I say..." He turned his head and ate his big crab.

Xia Jianzhan could only say: "Your cultivation is not enough."

Mo Hua ate a bite of crab meat, "What if your cultivation is enough?"

"You must enter the upper echelon of the Xia family to have the opportunity to learn the three talents formation." Supervisor Xia's eyes narrowed slightly.

Through just a few words, Supervisor Xia understood that the "leader of the array" in front of him, although he was young and looked innocent, was actually very thoughtful.

What to say to whom.

Inspector Xia also told the truth:

"The best way to enter the upper echelons of the Xia family is to marry into the family, change your name, marry a true daughter of the Xia family, and then enter the core of the Xia family's power."

"If you don't get married, it's just an ordinary marriage. With your family background and qualifications, you can't marry the legitimate daughter of the Xia family, and naturally you won't be able to enter the upper echelons of the Xia family."

"As an formation master, you should be very clear about the importance of the Three Talents Formation. If you don't join the core of the Xia family and are not at the top of the Xia family, it is naturally impossible to learn it."

Supervisor Xia told the truth and did not hide anything about Mo Hua.

But it was naturally impossible for Mo Hua to get married, and it was even impossible for him to marry a girl from the Xia family.

However, in front of Supervisor Xia, he couldn't explain clearly, but asked curiously: "What do you mean by a legitimate daughter? Are there three, six or nine grades of legitimate daughters?"

Supervisor Xia glanced at Mo Hua, wondering whether he should answer.

Mo Hua, however, had turned his head and continued to chew the crab, looking indifferent.

Supervisor Xia sighed slightly and said: "The direct daughter and the direct daughter are still different. The most important thing is blood."

"Bloodline?"

Mo Hua frowned and couldn't help but think of the little senior sister again.

"What exactly is bloodline? Is it so particular?" Mo Hua asked Inspector Xia.

Inspector Xia was silent for a moment.

This is not a secret among the truly top families, but ordinary monks really know very little about it.

Because monks with "bloodline" are often concentrated in the sixth-grade ancient aristocratic families with long inheritance and profound foundation, as well as some powerful fifth-grade peak aristocratic families.

There is a very small chance that other aristocratic families, and even ordinary casual cultivators, will have "bloodlines".

But this bloodline must be very weak.

Moreover, there are very few monks who know the knowledge of bloodline. Without guidance or awakening, even if they have the power of bloodline, there is a high probability that their pearls will be covered in dust, and they will live in confusion for the rest of their lives.

Supervisor Xia hesitated for a moment and then told Mo Hua all this in a nutshell:

"Bloodline, in the final analysis, is the power hidden in the inheritance of flesh and blood by monks. The sources of this power can be roughly divided into two types, one comes from monks with strong cultivation, and the other comes from divine beasts with powerful bloodline."

"Powerful monks who practice specific exercises or Taoist techniques can develop special spiritual power or blood energy, which may be passed down through their bloodline."

"And divine beasts are innate beasts that inherit the essence of heaven and earth and possess supreme power. Their bloodline can also be blended with monks and passed on from generation to generation."

"How did it spread?" Mo Hua asked Inspector Xia curiously with bright eyes.

"These are all secrets of the ancient clan. It's inconvenient to say more." Inspector Xia said.

Mo Hua felt a little regretful and asked: "Do all the true direct descendants of a big family, or an ancient family, have blood?"

"Not necessarily," Inspector Xia said, "Even in big families, there are only a few people who can awaken their bloodline."

Mo Hua nodded.

If you have blood, you will be superior to others even in a truly top family like the Xia family.

This shows that my little senior sister is indeed special.

I just don’t know if my little senior brother has any blood.

But the little senior brother is stupid and doesn't seem to be able to hide his thoughts. If he really had blood, he would probably show it off to me long ago...

Mo Hua frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked with a solemn expression:

"Inspector Xia, do you think I have hidden bloodline... on my body?"

Supervisor Xia silently looked at Mo Hua.

He didn't really want to attack Mo Hua, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he asked: "Is there anything special about your bloodline...?"

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Yes, he is born weak, and he is particularly weak..."

Supervisor Xia: "..."

How could this person so confidently describe his "disadvantages" as his "strengths"?

He could only be more tactful: "Among casual cultivators, very few can awaken their bloodline, less than one in a million."

The implication is that unless there is green smoke rising from your grave, and the smoke billows up and covers the sky, don't even think about it.

Mo Hua thought about it and thought so.

Nothing good in this world can happen to him.

Can he still not know whether he has the power of blood? As long as he had a little bit of blood power, he would not be so weak innately.

But talking about bloodline, Mo Hua remembered another key question:

"Inspector Xia, do monks have the blood of 'dragon'?"

If he asked this kind of question to others, he probably wouldn't get anything out of it. But Supervisor Xia, who came from a sixth-grade ancient family and lived in Daozhou, should know something.

Three people go together there must be my teacher. Even if he wasn't familiar with Supervisor Xia, it shouldn't matter if he asked some questions.

What's more, it was Supervisor Xia who took the initiative to talk to him. He might also want to win over him. If he had this opportunity, he would ask nothing.

Supervisor Xia asked instead, "What do you think?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "The emperor of Daoting?"

Supervisor Xia nodded, "The Dao Ting Emperor's lineage, from Dao Lord to Dao Zi, all have the blood of dragons flowing in their bodies."

Mo Hua asked: "Does that mean that having the blood of 'dragon' is related to the emperor?"

"Not really," Xia Jianjian said, "dragons are also divided into different levels. The lineage of the emperor has the blood of the real dragon. Below the real dragon, there are also karma dragons and flood dragons."

"Karma dragons and flood dragons?"

"Flood snakes and other beasts, after undergoing catastrophes and transformation, become dragons, which are flood dragons; below the real dragons, dragons with innate mutations or acquired dragon blood inheritance in the four directions of heaven and earth are karma dragons."

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, and then lowered his voice and asked the question he wanted to ask the most:

"Then... is there anything... that can 'eat' dragons?"

When these words came out, Xia Jianjian felt his heart skip a beat and his scalp tingled.

Eat dragons? !

This kid is really brave enough to ask...

Xia Jianjian looked calm, but his hand holding the wine glass was shaking slightly. He said in a deep voice: "Dragons are divine beasts, living at the top of all spirits. There is nothing in this world that can eat dragons."

"Oh..." Mo Hua also reacted and knew that he asked something he shouldn't ask, so he smiled foolishly and turned his head to continue eating crabs.

Xia Jianjian glanced at Mo Hua and saw that he was eating crabs with a normal expression. He guessed that he was ignorant and fearless. He asked this question casually, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The child spoke without restraint, and he didn't take it to heart.

After that, Mo Hua changed the topic while eating and asked Xia Jianjian some trivial matters about the Xia family and Daozhou.

Because it was a trivial matter, it was not so "scary", and Xia Jianjian was not tired of answering them one by one.

As Mo Hua chatted, he unexpectedly discovered that Supervisor Xia was not as utilitarian, selfish, and "corrupt" as he had thought before.

Mo Hua thought about it and couldn't help but whispered: "Supervisor, I have a question that may be a little offensive..."

Supervisor Xia glanced at Mo Hua lightly, thinking what question could be more offensive than "eating a dragon"?

"Ask it."

Mo Hua said: "You knew about Xiao Tianquan's matter a long time ago, why did you protect him so much?"

This was indeed a bit sharp.

Supervisor Xia paused and said lightly: "This is the Xia family's business, it is inconvenient to say more."

Mo Hua nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Xia Jian looked at Mo Hua, and suddenly the cause and effect moved, and he felt something in his heart, so he slowly said: "This is how aristocratic families are. You will be taken care of by the family if you are willing to work."

"But there are many people in the aristocratic family, and it is easy to do good things that bring both fame and fortune, but it will never happen to you."

"Only by doing things that others disdain to do and are unwilling to do, even if such things are dirty or stupid, will you not be lost in the crowd..."

Xia Jian said indifferently and meaningfully.

Mo Hua was startled, and nodded as if he understood.

Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Xia Jian said:

"Consider what I said, but your cultivation is still too low. Even if you want to join the Xia family, it is still too early, so don't be in a hurry, think about it slowly."

"Okay." Mo Hua nodded.

Xia Jian flicked his sleeves lightly, as if canceling some magic, the spirit shield disappeared, and the noisy sounds around him became a little louder.

Mo Hua knew that this "secret talk" in public was over.

After that, Xia Jian did not look at him again, nor did he say a word to him, as if he did not know him at all.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

As expected, he is the Jian of the Dao Court, and he does things without leaking a single drop of water.

The secret talk ended, and the annual banquet continued.

While Mo Hua was eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea, he was thinking about the conversation with Xia Jian just now.

Including the future, blood, dragons, etc.

Just as he was thinking, there was another commotion in the crowd. Mo Hua looked up and found that not far away, surrounded by the crowd, another person came.

The visitor was a graceful and elegant woman with a cold expression and a beautiful face. She was wearing a colorful and elegant Taoist robe embroidered with hundreds of flowers.

This woman was stunningly beautiful and had a cold temperament. When she walked through the crowd, people could not help but feel ashamed.

The originally noisy banquet was instantly quiet.

Gu Shouyan was stunned, but he didn't dare to be negligent. He immediately stood up to greet her and said, "I didn't know that Master Hua was coming. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

There were also female disciples in the Gu family who had joined the Hundred Flowers Valley. They all stood up and came to the beautiful woman, bowing respectfully and saying, "Greetings, Master Hua."

Master Hua nodded slightly.

Gu Shouyan was a little puzzled and asked, "Master Hua, why are you here..."

Master Hua's startled eyes swept through the female disciples of the Gu family, and then drifted to the high platform and landed on Mo Hua. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Let me see...my disciple of Hundred Flowers Valley..."