Chapter 935 Wood, White Gold and Jade

"Medium and low-grade spiritual roots are not bad in theory...but it depends on the year."

Old Mr.

"Really big families, including some mid-sized families, are all marrying through 'spiritual root inheritance'. Disciples from family clans marry each other, and each generation's spiritual roots get better and better."

"It can really be said that...'There is no poor family in the upper class, and there is no aristocratic family in the lower class'."

This is the development of the cultivation world, but when Mr. Xun talked about it, he didn't feel at all happy.

The head of Taixu also understood this, nodded and said, "Yes... a low-grade spiritual root like Mo Hua is acceptable among casual cultivators; but for ordinary families, it is mediocre at best;"

"But this is in the realm of Qianxue State. He belongs to a top sect, and the fellow sects around him are also direct descendants of aristocratic families. In comparison, his small Five Elements Spiritual Root, which is of middle and lower grade, is somewhat... inferior. Already..."

The head of Taixu shook his head and sighed, "Poor spiritual roots mean that the level of the skill is low, which means that the spiritual power is low. Naturally, the spiritual power will be low."

Old Mr.

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I don't know the details clearly, but first of all, his formation methods must be extraordinary. In addition, his movement skills are superb, his stealth skills are proficient, and he should have a few killer moves that are the best in the box. '..."

"Who?" Head Taixu was stunned, "Mo Hua?"

Mr. Xun glanced at him, "It's not like you haven't read Mo Hua's file. So far, he has done so much secretly."

The head of Taixu silently recalled it.

From what he saw in the records of the Taixu Sect archives, including but not limited to, he went to arrest criminal cultivators and offered rewards as soon as he entered, participated in killing the Fire Buddha, sneaked into and destroyed the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, assisted in the hunt for Water Yama, and burned the Rouge Boat. Escape from the Dragon King Temple and so on...

Recently, another one will be added to add fuel to the flames and destroy the Demon Sect...

I don’t want to know, I’m scared when I think about it.

The head of Taixu didn't even realize that Mo Hua had unknowingly participated in so many major events in the past few years since he joined the Taixu Sect.

only……

In these incidents, Mo Hua was only involved in the files, and they were ultimately resolved by Daotingsi and the elders of Taixu Sect.

"participate……"

The head of Taixu was startled and realized the problem.

How could an ordinary foundation-building disciple be involved in so many dangerous events?

Once or twice, you can still say you are lucky.

But so many times, it’s not luck, but strength.

If Mo Hua himself had no skills, it would be impossible for him to survive these dangerous events.

Even, maybe in these incidents, some sin cultivators and demon cultivators simply died in the hands of Mo Hua.

The "harmless" appearance of the ink painting came to mind again, and Master Taixu's heart trembled slightly.

"I was deceived by this kid's pretty face..."

The head of Taixu thought for a moment and said to Mr. Xun, "So... the Sword Discussion Conference is indeed not suitable for ink painting."

Mr. Xun nodded, "The first thing is the issue of spiritual power."

"The Sword Discussion Conference is not about one competition, deciding the outcome, and then everything will be fine. Instead, it requires many fierce battles that are time-consuming and laborious. I don't have enough spiritual power to spend it at all."

"Moreover, once he participates in the Sword Discussion Conference, those who will face him head-on may also be the real high-ranking disciples and geniuses of the bloodline from the four major sects."

"These people all have high-grade spiritual roots, and even one or two heavenly spiritual roots occasionally. It's not impossible."

"The innate gap is too big."

"Although the Sword Discussion Conference requires five people to cooperate and pay attention to strategies and strategies, these strategies and strategies are still based on cultivation and spiritual power, and there is no way to really 'opportunize'."

"Not to mention, Mo Hua, this kid, must have some tricks that he wants to keep hidden in his hands."

"Once his trump card is exposed, he will definitely be targeted. Showing off all his skills to others for the sake of the sword competition is tantamount to ruining one's life. It will definitely lay hidden dangers and be plotted against in the future."

Mr. Xun looked solemn.

And the most important thing, he didn't say it.

Mo Hua is a disciple of "that person", and his abilities must have the foundation of that person.

The sword discussion conference attracted everyone's attention.

The ink painting is seen by so many people. Once the roots are exposed, it will be contaminated with terrible consequences. I don't know how many conspiracies and calculations will fall on him.

This kind of calculation of cause and effect is simply beyond what a young monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm can bear.

Therefore, Mo Hua's participation in the Sword Discussion Conference would definitely do more harm than good.

The head of Taixu asked: "Have you told this child about this?"

Mr. Xun said: "This child is smart, I don't need to say more."

Needless to say, he should also understand the issue of cause and effect.

Mo Hua also knows about spiritual roots.

What's more, spiritual roots are destined from birth, so it's useless to say so.

The head of Taixu nodded and stopped mentioning the matter.

The two of them took a sip of tea. Mr. Xun remembered something and asked again: "How is the matter I asked you to do before?"

The head of Taixu said: "Are you talking about the life magic weapon?"

"Yes, this inheritance seems to be only available to you."

"I'm asking, but," the head of Taixu frowned, "the white wood is the skin, the gold and jade are the bones... This natal body casting method is useless for ink painting. He has no blood, no good physique, and nothing related. inheritance.”

"It's useless." Mr. Xun nodded.

The head of Taixu was stunned, "Then you still want me to ask for this thing?"

"I think it's useless," Mr. Xun looked a little confused, "but I did some calculations, and the hexagrams show that this thing seems to be useful for ink painting. But how to use it, I can't tell..."

The head of Taixu looked subtle, "Ancestor, didn't you say you don't know how to tell fortunes?"

"This... is not fortune telling."

"Isn't it?"

"It's very troublesome to say, but this is the situation anyway... If you don't learn the secret method, you won't understand it even if you say it."

"Okay..." Head Taixu said.

You are the ancestor, whatever you say is what it is.

But there is one more thing, and the head of Taixu is a little confused, "Is it so difficult to choose the magic weapon of this child, Mo Hua? With your knowledge, you can't even decide?"

Mr. Xun took a sip of tea silently.

It's strange that he got it accurately...

Others have no idea whose apprentice Mo Hua is.

There are so many ways to practice in this body, they are so imaginative, tricky and weird, and all kinds of miscellaneous things, I don’t know how much I have learned, let alone who I have learned them from.

He, the ancestor of Dongxu, is really not sure.

But this cannot be said clearly.

Mr. Xun said: "I know it well. You don't need to worry. All you need to do is get the method of casting the 'Wood White Gold Jade' natal body. Only you have the skills to inherit this kind of inheritance."

Master Taixu would naturally not refuse Mr. Xun's order.

Although this inheritance has a large background and is not easy to obtain, he is now the head of Taixu and must take into account the interests of the sect.

What's more, this method is still for ink painting.

He also liked the kid Mo Hua very much, and even if he didn't mention the little idea of ​​forming a "good relationship", he would still be willing to help.

"Don't worry, old sir. I've already edited the book and asked you. I should have a reply after a while."

Mr. Xun nodded happily, "Thank you."

Head Taixu handed over his hand, "You're welcome, old man. As a head, this is what you should do."

After that, the two of them continued to drink tea and chat about sect-related matters.

Preparations for the Sword Discussion Conference are also progressing step by step.

…

A few days later, Demon Refining Mountain.

Mo Hua went to Demon Refining Mountain to hunt demons again.

Since the incident in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, he has rarely come to the Demon Refining Mountain. This trip to the mountain was specially organized by the elders of the sect.

The purpose is to allow disciples to go into the mountains, hunt monsters, and hone their Taoism.

In addition, a new item has been added, which is the battle between disciples.

The elder didn't say it clearly, but Mo Hua could guess in his heart that this should be preparation for the sword discussion conference.

Let’s see who among these disciples is strong, who is talented in fighting, has understanding, and can be put to great use, and who can win glory for the sect in the sword competition.

Since we are discussing swords, we cannot just look at the cultivation on paper.

Cultivation is one thing, actual combat is another.

Some disciples, who only have cultivation skills, become nervous when it comes to actual combat, and cannot use half of their strength.

While other disciples may seem to have mediocre cultivation, but they are sharp-minded and dare to fight, and can often perform exceptionally well in actual combat.

You have to fight these things to understand them.

Only by letting the disciples learn from each other and experience actual combat can they select suitable swordsmen.

Not only Mo Hua understood, but other disciples also knew it.

The sword discussion conference is not only related to the personal future of the disciples, but also to the reputation of the sect and the interests of the sect.

What's more, for them, after nine years of studying art, they can only participate in one Dao discussion conference.

All disciples cherish this opportunity extremely.

On the mountainside of Demon Refining Mountain, on an empty hillside.

The elders are arranging for disciples to have one-on-one discussions and compete in physical skills and spells.

This is just a discussion, and the purpose is not to fight for victory or defeat, but just to facilitate the elders to see the strength of these disciples.

Mo Hua did not participate.

There's no point in him participating.

On paper, he's too weak.

Among the fellow disciples, except for Cheng Mo and Situ Jian, who were familiar with Mo Hua and had seen Mo Hua make a move once or twice, most of the other disciples had never seen Mo Hua fight or fight at all - —

At most, Mo Hua let go of the fireball technique a few times.

In their impression, their harmless "little senior brother" was a "weirdo" whose formation skills were ridiculously strong, but other abilities, including physical and spiritual power, were also ridiculously weak.

There is nothing to practice in sparring with him.

There are no disciples who really dare to compete with Mo Hua.

He was injured by his junior brother, but it was nothing. At most, he received a few fireballs and received some minor burns.

But if the little senior brother is injured, the trouble will be big.

As a younger senior brother, Mo Hua has always been kind, kind to others, and willing to help others. He is very popular in the sect. All the disciples in the sect have received his favor to a greater or lesser extent.

If you hurt him and make people angry, it's hard to say whether you can survive in the Taixu Sect in the future.

Not to mention, Mo Hua is fair and tender, and her body is weak. Let alone getting hurt by him, even scratching her skin would be a sin.

The elders were even more afraid to let Mo Hua participate in the discussion.

This is the formation leader of the Taixu Sect, and the treasure of the Taixu Sect. He is not the grandson of his ancestor, but he is better than his own grandson. If he is injured during the formation competition, who can bear the blame?

Therefore, in the huge mountain forest, swords and swords were going back and forth, spells were flying back and forth, and the disciples were fighting back and forth, making it very lively.

But Mo Hua could only sit on the big tree nearby and watch the show.

Even around the tree, there were elders who had set up protective formations for him, fearing that the disciples below would have magic flying over to accidentally injure him.

Mo Hua sat alone on the big tree and sighed helplessly.

Just when he was bored, a person walked over from a distance. Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Smile!"

The person coming was none other than Linghu Xiao.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is an aloof swordsman genius with a rare smile on his face.

In the entire Taixu Sect, only Mo Hua dared to call him "Xiao Xiao".

Linghuxiao was also helpless.

Mo Hua sat on the big tree and waved to him. Linghu Xiao also used his body skills, with a figure like a sword, and walked to the tree in three or two steps and sat next to Mo Hua.

"Are you done competing?"

"The competition is over."

Linghu nodded with a smile. He was now in the late stage of foundation building, and had already begun to try to warm up the swords of the Chongxu lineage and cultivate his own magic weapons. Not only did his cultivation level reach a higher level, but his sword energy also became more refined.

Coupled with the disaster in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the sword's heart has been tempered, and the whole person from top to bottom has an astonishing kendo temperament.

His Chongxu Sword Technique has really begun to show its edge.

During a sparring session, ordinary disciples would be defeated if they couldn't even catch his sword.

Therefore, Linghuxiao quickly finished the discussion, and happened to have nothing else to do, so he went to find Mo Hua who was sitting in the tree watching the show.

The two watched the show for a while, and Linghu Xiao suddenly asked Mo Hua: "Are you going to the Sword Discussion Conference?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, "It's hard to say..."

If you say you don’t want to go, that’s definitely a lie.

Although he won the title of leader of the discussion formation, sword discussion and formation discussion are completely different.

Regardless of the intensity, excitement, challenge, and attention, they are not on the same level at all.

The fight for swordsmanship and the fight for supremacy among the geniuses are full of countless variables. Until the end, no one knows who will win in the end.

But he was in a special situation, and he knew it in his heart.

Of course you can participate if you can, but it’s hard to say how hard you will work and how far you will win.

He has too many meritorious deeds to use up.

Reputation is also a bit of a drag.

At present, sword discussion is not that attractive to him.

At most, the situation of Taixu Sect is not good, so I have to think of a way to protect my ranking, but that's all.

Really working hard and risking exposing one's trump card to be at the top is more or less not worth the gain.

Everything has two sides.

Discussing swordsmanship and competing for fame, standing on the top of the mountain, seems to be a beautiful sight, but if too many people are looking at it, it may also lead to disaster.

Mo Hua was a little undecided for a moment.

Linghu smiled and nodded, then fell silent. After a moment, he said again: "If you want to participate, I will go with you."

Mo Hua was startled and turned to look at Linghuxiao.

Linghuxiao looked calm, but his eyes were firm.

Mo Hua was grateful.

Participating in the Sword Discussion Conference is not a matter of one person, but requires the concerted efforts of five people. In this way, if you want to get a good ranking, you must "join forces", and none of the five people can be bad or have obvious shortcomings.

Mo Hua knew that although he was not weak, he might not be that strong in a head-to-head confrontation with others in a sword competition.

But Linghuxiao is really strong. Since entering the late stage of foundation building, his swordsmanship has become stronger day by day.

He probably wanted to teach himself, even if this was his only chance to discuss swordsmanship in his life.

Even if his spiritual power is low, it may be a drag on him.

Mo Hua smiled and patted Linghuxiao on the shoulder, "I appreciate your kindness. We'll talk about this later."

Linghu smiled and nodded and said no more.

The surroundings quieted down, and Mo Hua began to concentrate on looking at the disciples competing in the field.

As he looked at it, Mo Hua discovered that the fellow disciples of the Taixu Sect had made considerable progress in terms of cultivation and Taoism compared to before.

Especially cultivation.

Their spiritual roots are better than Mo Hua's, and they reach the later stage of foundation building earlier than Mo Hua, which means they have half a year longer than Mo Hua to improve their cultivation.

Mo Hua did a circle comparison and found that among all the disciples, his spiritual power was truly the lowest.

Moreover, the gap has widened unknowingly.

In the early stages of foundation building, it was not obvious yet.

Now that we have passed the middle stage of foundation building and reached the late stage of foundation building, the difference between spiritual roots and techniques has further expanded.

The ink paintings were compared.

If we say that in the early stage of foundation building, his spiritual power was only 20% weaker than that of his fellow disciples.

Now, it is estimated to be 30 to 40% weaker.

This is still compared to average.

If compared with top geniuses like Linghu Xiao, Mo Hua found that his spiritual power was only half of theirs...

Just half the difference...

This is just foundation building.

If we get to Jindan, this gap will probably widen.

After all, the base gap is huge. The further you go in cultivating, and the strength multiplier increases, the gap will become wider and wider.

Mo Hua knew this truth before, but he was ignorant at that time and did not understand it as deeply as he does now.

Mo Hua took a breath of cold air in his heart.

The gap between the rich and the poor among the cultivators is astonishing, and the gap in spiritual power is also so astonishing.

"I have to think of a way..."

Mo Hua felt a little anxious.

...

At night, the disciples were in the middle.

Mo Hua, who came back from the Demon Refining Mountain, lay on the table again and practiced the formation diligently.

He felt that he should improve his strength.

But the weakness of weak spiritual power is almost a dead end. He can't break through it now, so he can only think of a way to make his spiritual consciousness stronger.

With a stronger spiritual consciousness, his formation, spells, and sword tactics will be stronger.

And the sword competition will be next year, so make preparations in advance. Even if you just participate, it is better to have strength than no strength.

But Mo Hua practiced the formation several times, looked inside, and shook his head helplessly.

"No...I can hardly feel the growth of spiritual consciousness."

Since he built his foundation, although he can still enhance his spiritual consciousness through the formation, the growth of spiritual consciousness by relying solely on this method has been negligible.

The training of the spirit consciousness by the formation is more focused on the comprehension of the rules and the control of the spirit consciousness, rather than the enhancement of the spirit consciousness.

This may be related to the Taoization of his spirit consciousness.

It may also be related to the fact that he ate too many demons and evil spirits.

Now that he doesn't eat, or there is nothing good to eat, Mo Hua's improvement of the spirit consciousness is almost stagnant, especially at the extremely critical node of twenty lines.

"All stuck again..."

Spirit consciousness, formation, sword tactics, and life magic weapon.

Mo Hua sighed.

It is really not easy to cultivate Taoism, and there are obstacles everywhere.

Of course, the road to cultivation is long, and ups and downs and setbacks are the norm.

Mo Hua forced himself to calm down and continue to practice the formation, practicing the formation that has been practiced countless times over and over again.

Bit by bit, tempering the spirit consciousness and understanding the true meaning of cultivation.

I don't know how long I practiced, and I don't know why, Mo Hua actually felt sleepy for the first time in history, and the heavy fatigue came, making Mo Hua's eyelids start to fight.

Mo Hua struggled a few times, but it was useless. He couldn't muster up any energy at all.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes slowly closed, his head drooped, and he fell on the table, knocking over the spiritual ink with his arms.

The spiritual ink gradually spread and dyed the array paper black.

Mo Hua also had a nightmare.

In the nightmare, it was pitch black. A thing that looked like an "evil fetus" was looking at Mo Hua with a ferocious look.