Chapter 934 Young Master

This is a young man with elegant clothes and jade-like eyes.

His fair and handsome face exudes an innate dignity.

He looks very strange, and this is the first time Mo Hua has seen him, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if it is not the first time they have met, and they have had a cause and effect entanglement for a long time.

Mo Hua looked at this young man, his mind was floating.

And this young man, also looking at Mo Hua, his expression was surprised for a moment, and after a moment, his eyebrows raised, and he said calmly:

"You are... Mo Hua?"

Mo Hua's heart jumped, but his face remained calm, "Do you know me?"

"Qianxuezhou Realm, the leader of the formation..." The tone of the young man was mixed with some recognition and some casualness, "Cousin Juncai was defeated by you, and he told me that your formation is amazing."

Mo Hua said lightly: "You are flattering."

He glanced at the young man again and asked: "I don't know what your name is, sir?"

The young man showed a sneer, with a hint of displeasure.

It seemed that it was always others who greeted him and humbly introduced their names to him. No one knew his name, and no one dared to ask him what his name was.

He looked at Mo Hua arrogantly, and didn't want to pay attention to him, but for some reason, he always felt that Mo Hua had a different aura from ordinary people, so he was willing to give him this face.

The young man said coldly: "Qian Dao Sect, Shen Linshu."

Qian Dao Sect, Shen Linshu, Shen...

Mo Hua's pupils shrank slightly.

This handsome young man in front of him was actually a disciple of the Shen family of Qian Dao Sect?

Mo Hua looked behind the young man again.

Behind him, there were six cultivators.

Three of them were in the late stage of foundation building, handsome and handsome, and they looked like they were also the children of the upper-class families in Qianxuezhou.

The other two were middle-aged, with deep cultivation, and were Jindan cultivators.

There was another one, an old man, with an unfathomable aura.

Although Mo Hua couldn't see the details of the old man, he had dealt with many high-level cultivators and had a broad vision. He guessed that the old man should be a real person in the Yuhua realm.

When Shen Linshu went out, three children from upper-class families followed him, two Jindan served as guards, and a Yuhua real person accompanied him.

In the Shen family, even in the Qiandao Sect, he would probably be a rare and proud child of heaven.

Shen "Lin" Shu... the name is as good as his name.

Mo Hua's thoughts were ups and downs, and the expression on his face was still indifferent.

Shen Linshu glanced at Mo Hua again, and said as if by magic: "On the seventh day after the New Year, I will hold a tea party to discuss Taoism. Will you come?"

As soon as these words came out, the three disciples behind Shen Linshu all changed their expressions.

The two Jindan guards looked surprised.

The Yuhua real person also looked deeply at Mo Hua.

Tea party?

I'm afraid there will be no good banquet.

Mo Hua shook his head, "I'm not familiar with you."

Shen Linshu's eyelids twitched slightly, "I rarely invite people in person."

"Oh..." Mo Hua said indifferently.

Shen Linshu's face was slightly stern, his eyes were cold, and he sneered, "I gave you a chance, but you are useless." Then he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

The three disciples of the aristocratic families behind him hurriedly followed. When they passed by Mo Hua, they glanced at him sideways, revealing a bit of jealousy and a bit of sarcasm about his ignorance.

The other two Jindan and one Yuhua also followed Shen Linshu silently.

The group just disappeared in the crowd.

Seeing them leave, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, sweat oozing from his palms, and then he did not stop, and walked quickly to the gate of Qingzhou City, got on the Gu family's carriage, and rushed back to the sect without stopping.

The brightly lit Qingzhou City was getting farther and farther away.

The carriage left the hustle and bustle and walked into the dark night.

Mo Hua sat in the carriage and couldn't help thinking:

"The omen just now should not be an illusion. The 'poppy'-like chain of cause and effect is exactly the same as Yanzhizhou's at that time."

"This Shen Linshu should be related to Yanzhizhou."

"Could it be that Shen Linshu is the 'young master' in Yanzhizhou who is the most popular one?"

"Is he the young master I chased in the nightmare of Wan Yao Valley?"

"Is he the master behind the scenes? Or, at least the 'young master' with the highest status and the greatest power in the Yanzhizhou and Wan Yao Valley incident?"

Mo Hua's expression was solemn.

The encounters between people are really strange and unpredictable.

He never expected that he would unexpectedly meet this "young master" of the Shen family at such an inadvertent time.

Shen family...

Behind Mr. Tu, is the Shen family? Is it Qiandao Sect?

This seems reasonable, and Mo Hua can just put the accounts together.

But he had no evidence, and could not prove whether his speculation was true for the time being.

Shen Linshu's identity was indeed noble, but was he really the young master of the Young Master Pavilion? Was he really the "man behind the scenes" appointed by Yanzhizhou, Wan Yao Valley, and even Mr. Tu?

There was no evidence for these.

And...

"Does he really know who I am?"

Mo Hua frowned, "He knows that my name is Mo Hua, that I am a disciple of Taixu Sect, and that I am the leader of the formation in Qianxuezhou, but he probably doesn't know what my real identity is..."

"Otherwise, he would have killed me directly just now, not to mention that he would have invited me to a tea party to discuss the Tao and drink tea with him."

"This tea party is probably not a serious thing. Who knows what he wants to drink..."

"Can we kill him? I probably can't..."

"What's more, he has Jin Dan as his follower and Master Yu Hua to protect him. He can't afford to offend him, so he can only hide far away and return to the sect as soon as possible..."

The carriage was moving quickly, and the scenery outside the window was immersed in the dark night.

Mo Hua stared blankly outside the car, his mind a little confused, but he also vaguely felt that some key figures were emerging little by little...

…

At the same time that Mo Hua passed through the south gate of Qingzhou City and left Qingzhou City.

The young master named "Shen Linshu" and his party went to the north gate of Qingzhou City and took a carriage with a low-key appearance but extremely luxurious interior, which was contrary to the ink painting.

In the carriage, Shen Linshu, who had a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, was lying on the soft animal skin, tapping his fingers on the table, without saying a word, and his face was ugly.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat depressing.

Everyone can probably guess why the young master is angry.

A disciple from an aristocratic family then advised: "Master Shu, this person is too blind to see Mount Tai. He has the opportunity to make a great career in front of him, but he can't even see it."

"The formation master is immersed in studying and has no knowledge of the world."

"If you learn a lot of formations, your brain will be stupid and you won't know how to work. You will only be able to work for others in your life."

"Yes, such a person who doesn't know how to praise is not worthy of your attention."

"I know." Shen Linshu said calmly, but his expression turned even more ugly.

Ever since he was a child, he has never been so polite to his peers.

Today I met this guy named "Mo Hua" and unexpectedly invited him to attend the tea party in Gongzi Pavilion.

Even he didn't know why he did this.

Since the word "Gongzi" is included in "Gongzi Pavilion", it is not just about the talent for cultivating Taoism. Family background, background, and even bloodline are all indispensable.

This guy named Mo Hua, even though he is the "leader of the array", his family background, spiritual roots, and bloodline are too humble. He is far from qualified to enter the Young Master Pavilion and play with them.

Especially family background and bloodline, if you have it, you have it, if you don’t have it, you don’t have it.

This is like a natural chasm, separating those who come from lowly backgrounds and have no power from the core circle.

This Mo Hua had no idea what a noble invitation he was handing him.

This is the true ladder to heaven in the world of cultivation.

It is the true path to power.

He would never come into contact with the characters in the Young Master's Pavilion. He should feel honored even if they just sat together and drank a cup of tea.

But Mo Hua refused.

Whether it was "sightless" or "ignorant", it was like a thorn in his heart, making him very unhappy.

Moreover, he always felt that there was a familiar feeling in Mo Hua.

Shen Linshu frowned.

Seeing that Shen Linshu was still concerned, another member of the aristocratic family smiled and whispered:

"Young Master Shu, don't worry. People who come from humble backgrounds are often short-sighted and fail to seize opportunities when they are presented to them. Because of this, they will remain humble."

"No matter whether he is really 'sighted and ignorant', he should not deny the young master face. If he does not give the young master face, he will not give the young master's pavilion face. Everyone can learn from the same, how can we establish our authority."

"It's better..." The son of this aristocratic family's eyes flashed, "We find someone to capture him, gouge out his eyes, cut off his limbs, throw them into the Yanshui River, and feed them to the clam monsters."

Several others laughed and agreed, "Yes, this is a good method."

"Since he has eyes but no eyes, it is useless to keep these eyes."

The two Jindan guards remained silent, pretending not to hear anything.

The only immortal old man frowned.

He knew that these young men could do anything.

They came from a very good background. They wanted everything they had from a young age. There were too many people flattering them and trying to please them in every possible way. Among these people, there were even some directors and heads of Daotingsi, which led to these In the eyes of the young master, there is no such word as "law" at all.

If anything happens, their family will take care of it for them.

They may even take pleasure in poking fun at someone, and have no idea what fear is.

But this "ink painting" is really untouchable...

He is the leader of the formation of Taixu Sect, and Patriarch Xun stands behind him.

Even though he comes from a humble background, he is not the kind of person who can be manipulated by others.

If you touch him, you will be in big trouble.

But this kind of thing cannot be said clearly.

Once the rebellious psychology of these young masters is aroused, their blood will surge up for a while, and they will probably really ignore it and kill this ink painting.

That would create a deadly feud.

The old man Yuhua thought for a moment and then said:

"Array formations are just 'skills' in the end. No matter how well you learn them, you can only serve for a noble family. If you learn martial arts, you will belong to a powerful family. You are from a low background. No matter how you learn, you can't escape this fate."

"The same goes for this one called 'Mo Hua'. No matter how good the formation is, he is just a top-notch beast at best. You don't need to take it to heart, lest you lose your identity."

Shen Linshu was startled and nodded slightly.

Although the other people felt unhappy, they did not deny it in front of Master Yu Hua.

Seeing this, the old man Yuhua said again:

"What's more, the next Sword Discussion Conference will be held soon. The Sword Discussion Conference is the real event. Before that, it is not appropriate to be distracted by other things and create unnecessary complications."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several children from aristocratic families became much more serious.

One of them agreed: "Yes, the sword discussion conference is important. After nine years of sect learning, we can only compete with this one time. It can even be said that a sect disciple can only compete with this one time in his life."

Another disciple from an aristocratic family also flattered, "Master Shu, with your family background and qualifications, and the reputation of being the best in swordsmanship, you can reach Tianshu in one step, and practice Taoism and become an immortal in the future. It will be a smooth road."

"Yes, ranking is everything. As long as we get first place, the ancestor will give us whatever we want. We can do whatever we want in the future, and no one will dare to care about us anymore."

"Cultivation in the world is based on strength."

"Geniuses, as long as they are talented enough, everything they do is right."

"If I can get the first place, even if I rush into Daotingsi and kill a Diansi, my ancestor will probably protect me."

"Fart, I don't believe it."

"I will kill you when the time comes, and I will bet on whether the ancestor will protect me. If I am saved, you will give me a night of fun with your betrothed and unmarried Taoist monk."

"Fuck you."

"You don't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe that your ancestor will protect you, it's that I don't believe that you can take the first place. How can you be the first in swordsmanship for someone like you?"

"How dare you, a coward, say that I can't compare to Mr. Shu, and I can't compare to you? By the way, do you agree or not... Your uninitiated Taoist companion is from the Ming family, right? I've been looking at it with envy for a long time. Already..."

"Go away, I don't even dare to touch her."

"It's just for fun, what are you afraid of..."

…

The more these children from aristocratic families talk, the more ridiculous they become.

But the two golden elixirs next to them remained silent, and even the Yuhua old man turned a blind eye and asked no questions.

The most important thing about their job is not to listen to anything and say nothing, so as not to go wrong.

These dudes from aristocratic families in front of them are the real "little ancestors" and cannot be offended at all.

If you really offend them and let them complain in their hearts, they will complain to their parents, elders, and even their ancestors.

Even if people like me are golden elixirs and immortals, they can't afford to go around in circles.

This is power.

And this power relies on the powerful strength of these behemoths.

Several children from aristocratic families were noisy for a while, and suddenly someone asked:

"Master Shu, what are we doing in Gushan City? Aren't we going in a big circle? I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with my family's ancestor worship."

Shen Linshu didn't answer.

Someone said: "Young Master has given you orders, we just have to do it. Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

"you……"

Shen Linshu ignored the dispute between the two.

He looked out the window at the dark night, wondering what was going on in his mind. After a moment, the familiar feeling came again. Shen Lin couldn't help but think of the ink painting again.

I remembered Mo Hua's clear eyes and innocent and indifferent face.

"Is this really the first time I've met him? Why does it feel so familiar? Even..."

Do you feel afraid?

Will I feel afraid?

Shen Linshu's eyes were slightly cold, and he murmured in his heart:

"Who is this Mo Hua...?"

…

Taixu Gate.

After returning to the sect's Mo Hua, he temporarily settled down.

In the next few days, he took the time to check this "Shen Lin Shu", but he didn't get much information. He only vaguely knew that these people, even in aristocratic families, were real "disciples of high families", unlike ordinary disciples, especially Mo Hua. Yes, they are completely from two worlds.

Mo Hua sighed.

Monastic barriers, inheritance monopoly, bloodline isolation...

The ravines and barriers here are really getting deeper and deeper as you look, and you climb higher and higher.

Of course, Mo Hua sighed that there was nothing he could do about this kind of thing.

After that, he still practiced and took classes dutifully.

The new year of sect life has begun, and everything is quickly on track.

And this is Mo Hua's eighth year in Taixu Sect, and it is also the penultimate year of the sect's nine-year mission.

Next year, it will be the Taoism Conference.

In the realm of Qianxue, a disciple can only attend one Dao discussion conference in his lifetime. Therefore, this opportunity to discuss Taoism is extremely precious.

The last Taoism Conference that Mo Hua attended was an exception and went through the back door.

Logically speaking, it will really be his turn at the Tao Discussion Conference next year.

And in the blink of an eye, my current Dao Discussion Conference only has more than a year left.

Mo Hua feels that time flies so fast. He has experienced so many things, but the day he entered the school seems like yesterday. In the blink of an eye, the nine-year period is up and he is about to graduate.

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, but he couldn't tell why.

…

Taixu Gate, where the leader lives.

The towering towers are surrounded by clouds and mist.

Mr. Xun and Head Taixu were drinking tea and discussing matters.

"The next Tao Discussion Conference is coming soon again. There are only less than two years left..." Head Taixu sighed.

Mr. Xun drank tea silently and said nothing.

The head of the Taixu Sect hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uneasy after all, and then asked: "Old sir, tell me, what ranking will our Taixu Sect take this time?"

Mr. Xun said calmly: "It's useless to ask me, I don't know how to tell fortunes."

"Don't you know how to deduce cause and effect?"

"That's called deduction, not fortune-telling. There are very few people in this world who can really tell fortunes. Furthermore, if you can deduce cause and effect, others will too. It's useless to try to take advantage of this."

The head of Taixu sect felt a little regretful, then frowned and said, "Logically speaking, after the merger of the three sects, the strength of our Taixu sect is no longer what it used to be. We still have Mohua as a backup in the formation. Even if we don't make further progress in this discussion conference, it should be no problem to keep our ranking, but..."

The head of Taixu sect sighed, "I always feel worried, as if something big will happen in this discussion conference."

Mr. Xun's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and after a moment he poured himself a cup of tea, "Do your best and leave the rest to fate. The disaster that is coming cannot be avoided."

The head of Taixu sect remained silent.

Mr. Xun drank a sip of tea and looked up at the head of Taixu Sect. "Instead of worrying about this, it is better to spend more time to cultivate more good seedlings so that they can get a good ranking in the sword-fighting conference."

"A blacksmith must be strong himself. If the disciples of my Taixu Sect are strong enough, there is still a reason why they can't keep their ranking?"

The head of Taixu Sect pondered for a moment and nodded, "The old man is right. Then I will look for more disciples, seize the time, and focus on training."

But he felt helpless.

That's what he said, but this is in the world of Qianxuezhou, where there are countless geniuses.

The Taixu Sect is weaker than others in terms of the source of disciples. No matter how many people are selected, they can only be limited.

What's more, now that the three sects have merged, there are more people and higher requirements.

If the previous Taixu Sect could keep the eighth place, it would be a blessing.

But now, his Taixu Sect must at least keep the "top three", otherwise, it will not be able to eat enough of the share of Qianlong Spirit Mine and can't support this family at all.

Sects need to spend a lot of spirit stones.

The current consolidation of the three sects is, to a certain extent, eating up their own old foundation.

If you don't get a good ranking, occupy more shares in the Qianlong Spirit Mine, and get more spirit stones, you will sooner or later "eat up the mountain".

By that time, once the supply of spirit stones is insufficient and it can't be turned around, the days will be tight, and Taixu Sect will really become an "empty frame" with a big appetite but can't eat enough. It's only a matter of time before it goes downhill.

"Opening a sect means burning spirit stones..."

Taixu Sect Master sighed in his heart.

Therefore, the ranking of the sword-fighting conference is very important.

He began to seriously look for candidates for the sword-fighting conference:

"Linghu Xiao from Chongxu Sect, a rare sword-fighting genius in five hundred years, was originally the treasure of Chongxu Sect, but now he is favored by Taixu Sect... No, we are all Taixu Sect now, there is no such thing as who is favored by whom..."

"Taia Sect, Ouyang Family does have a few people who are good at sword-fighting..."

"Although there are no particularly outstanding people in my Taixu Sect, because there is Mo Hua, the 'young senior brother' leading the way, the cohesion among the fellows is strong, and the cooperation is more tacit..."

The Taixu Sect Master was muttering, and suddenly he had an idea and asked curiously: "Old man, do you think Mo Hua... is he suitable for the sword-fighting conference?"

Since it was about Mo Hua, Old Man Xun also became serious.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head:

"Not very good... This child has a lot of skills, and his strengths and weaknesses are too obvious. If he really goes to the sword-fighting conference, it will be too strenuous and too easy to be targeted..."