Chapter 988 Blood of the Karma Dragon

Too much door, elder home.

At the end of the year, Xunzi Youzhuo talked to Mr. Xun Lao for some matters to discuss the sword conference.

These things were deliberately arranged by Mr. Xun.

After three tours, the business was almost talked about. Xunzi pursed the tea, hesitated again and again, and asked:

"Old ancestor, do you ... have you taught ink painting swordsmanship?"

Mr. Xun Lao was a little surprised. He glanced at Xunzi, and asked faintly, "Why ask this?"

Xunzi was silent for a moment, slowly: "It seems that he seems to be ... learned too much about the gods and swords ..."

Mr. Xun's pupils shrink slightly, "What are you talking about?!"

Xunziyou repeated silently.

Mr. Xun's eyes condensed, "Have you seen it?"

Xunzi leisurely, "I saw him, and used the divine to turn the sword ... killed a three -product pig demon."

Mr. Xun Lao lived wrong.

After a long while, his brows frowned, glanced at Xunzi in doubt, and asked slowly:

"You ... know what you are just talking about?"

Ink painting ...

Have you learned the True Truth of God?

Have you killed a three -product Jindanjing pig demon?

How can these outrageous things be connected together?

After thinking about it for a moment, Mr. Xun said to Xunzi:

"Your head is over, I check your sea of ​​knowing the sea ..."

He is now worried about whether Xunziyou was influenced by evil things when he was in the temple of Gunshan. Zhihai is still a little overwhelming, so that it is easy to whimsical, and he can't distinguish between thoughts and reality.

Mr. Xun's care.

Xunzi smiled bitterly, "Old ancestor, I'm fine, I really saw it with my own eyes ..."

Mr. Xun Lao moved a stagnant, and when he saw that Xunzi looked at the light, unlike to say false words, he asked sinkingly:

"When is it?"

"It's during the day." Xunzi said, "Go to practice the monster mountain, saying that you want to cultivate a small method, I accidentally see it ..."

Xunziyou said that everything went through.

Mr. Xun frowned, "Mo painting knows, did you see it?"

Xunziyou groaned: "I am far away and converge. He has all his minds on the pig demon, and he should not be aware of me ..."

The general monk, even if the monk Jin Dan,, fights with a three -product Jin Dan pig demon, must pay attention to it, and do his best. He can't take care of him for more than time.

Not to mention that ink paintings only have the realm of foundation.

Mr. Xun was silent, and his expression began to get serious.

Xunziyou didn't speak.

Then he had to look at this seemingly "ridiculous" thing with a serious attitude.

But Mr. Xun frowned and thought about it for a long time, it was still difficult for him to link these things.

Looking at a single look, whether it is learning the gods and thinking about the sword or killing the Jin Dan pig demon, it is never possible ...

Ink painting is only the foundation, how to learn the sword?

Taixu Shenxian's sword is true, it is too much sword tactics, it is the inheritance of the town, and it is a banned surgery.

Taoxumen has a brilliant kendo genius.

It continued until the later period of Jindan, and the soul was stable to get started.

Only when you repair the feather, you can make a small success.

Until the cave is false, it can cut the gods to cut the reality.

Monk of Tsui Ji ... How to learn the sword?

Besides, he is not a sword repair.

He was scattered, and he was poor when he was young.

There are no fate swords.

Also, where does the teacher come from?

The sword is too deficient, the conditions are harsh, the practice is difficult, and the inheritance is closed, it is not easy to learn.

If you want to master, the seniors must be instructed, otherwise it is easy to go wrong and practice.

Now that the whole is too much, the person who is really proficient in the sword is only his brother alone.

His ancestor, because he did not take the Kendo, and never learned the swordsmanship.

But his brother ...

Mr. Xun sighed in his heart.

Brother is seriously injured, just like rotten wood, and now it is blocked in Houshan. How can he pass the ink painting sword tactics?

Even if there was a chance to pass on before, he could not enter Houshan at all.

The brother closed in the sword mound, his temperament is very arrogant and lonely, and it is impossible to put down his body. He personally taught ink painting such a little disciple who did not understand the sword.

Furthermore, even if ink paintings have learned, they have learned, but ... Use divine thoughts to turn the sword, to cut the golden monster?

Can't write in the words.

The accomplishment of the divine thoughtful sword in it is scary.

The sword of the divine thoughts is a profound sword tactic, which is divided into many swords.

Huajian style, shocking sword, broken god sword, and even the ultimate cutting god sword style ...

One step at a time.

If you want to cross Jindan, you will definitely repair the god sword.

However, you have to repair the most powerful sword -like sword style. I do n’t know how many years of hard work, and I do n’t know how much effort I need to pour.

This is to be poured by years and hard work.

Mo painting is not fake, but when he is too young, where can you work hard and cultivate such a deep god of thought?

Even the Mrs. Dugu, who was amazed by his kendo, couldn't do such a thing in the same level ...

What's more, the thoughts of ink paintings are just dan, and they are limited.

Even though he repaired the sword of the gods, he tried his best, and wanted to kill a pig demon in the Jindan realm, how easy it was ...

Nympho

The room was silent.

The candlelight flickered, and the fire burned a little bit.

Mr. Xun said nothing and fell into a long contemplation.

He thought about this matter over and over again, and felt that there were loopholes everywhere.

Xun Ziyou didn't dare to disturb him.

After an unknown period of time, Mr. Xun came back to his senses and asked Xun Ziyou: "Are you sure you saw... Mo Hua using a sword?"

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment and shook his head, "He didn't have a sword in his hand, but he pointed at his eyebrows, and then there seemed to be a sword light in his eyes..."

"Are you sure it was a sword light?"

Xun Ziyou was not sure after being asked this.

He didn't see the whole picture, only the mottled golden gossamer, which faintly formed a shadow of a sword blade.

But it was hard to say whether it was a sword light.

"But there was a sword intention..."

"Are you sure it was a sword intention?"

Xun Ziyou was speechless again.

The sword intention belongs to the mind, which is illusory. He can only "feel" it based on his own experience, but he has no way to verify it.

Mr. Xun's eyes fixed, and he said firmly: "So, this is not the true secret of the Taixu Sect's mind-to-sword transformation!"

Even if there is a chance, it is absolutely not allowed!

Taixu's mind-to-sword transformation is a forbidden technique of the Taixu Sect.

No matter how outstanding and favored Mo Hua is, his current identity is still just an outer disciple of the Taixu Sect.

For an outer disciple, secretly learning the sect's forbidden techniques is a huge crime.

Once it is spread out, the Taixu Sect will not be able to deal with it.

If Mo Hua is punished, he will be reluctant from the bottom of his heart.

According to the general sect laws, if someone secretly learns forbidden techniques, his cultivation will be abolished and he will be expelled from the sect. In serious cases, he will be executed.

If he is not punished, it will give others a handle and be criticized by other sects.

Even within the sect, it is impossible to convince the public.

Everyone will follow suit and think about secretly learning forbidden techniques.

This is an act that will bring disgrace to the sect.

Therefore, Mo Hua will never learn the true art of Taixu Divine Mind Sword Transformation.

Old Master Xun said: "He has just established his foundation and is not a sword cultivator. How could he learn Divine Mind Sword Transformation? Moreover, he doesn't even have a sword in his hand..."

Xun Ziyou was stunned for a moment and felt that it made sense.

He just had a preconceived notion and felt that he had taken it for granted. Thinking about it carefully, it was true that these did not conform to the "rules" of Divine Mind Sword Transformation.

It's just that Mo Hua was used to being bizarre, so he didn't think so much for a while.

But no matter how bizarre it is, it must follow the basic rules of cultivation.

In the records of the sect, Divine Mind Sword Transformation was not cultivated in this way by him...

Xun Ziyou nodded, then raised his eyes and glanced at Old Master Xun.

"Then, ancestor... what kind of Taoism did Mo Hua use? Is it a special kind of Divine Mind Art?"

After all, the third-grade pig demon can be killed.

Old Master Xun remained silent.

Xun Ziyou observed his expression and was a little surprised, so he said: "Grandpa, you don't know... either?"

Mr. Xun raised his head and looked at him silently.

Xun Ziyou immediately realized that he was talking too much, and immediately became honest, lowered his head to drink tea, and did not dare to ask more questions.

Mr. Xun pondered for a moment and said to Xun Ziyou:

"This matter is a bit strange, but you don't have to make a fuss. It's a bit absurd for a person who has just established his foundation to kill a golden elixir monster... What's more, you should know what kind of foundation and background Mo Hua has."

"His attainments in formations may be considered the best among his peers."

"But in terms of direct combat power, it's far behind."

"Not to mention, he killed a third-grade monster by himself. This matter is most likely..."

Mr. Xun paused and continued, "He was carrying some protective treasure on him. In a critical moment, he automatically protected his master and killed the third-grade monster."

"Protective treasure?" Xun Ziyou was stunned, and then nodded, "The ancestor's words make sense."

To be honest, he definitely didn't believe it in his heart.

But he had no other explanation.

Besides, this was what the ancestor said, and he didn't dare to refute it.

Seeing Xun Ziyou was doubtful, Mr. Xun simply waved his hand, "Don't worry about this matter, I know what's going on."

"Yes." Xun Ziyou bowed.

After the ancestor said so, he couldn't say anything more, so Xun Ziyou bowed, "Then ancestor, I'll take my leave first."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, looked at Xun Ziyou, and reminded him, "Don't spread this matter... and don't talk about it everywhere."

"Especially, the true art of transforming the mind into a sword... Whether it is true or false, once it is spread out and rumors are raised, it will cause huge troubles!"

Mr. Xun's tone was extremely solemn.

Xun Ziyou was shocked.

He almost forgot that this was a forbidden technique.

Forbidden techniques are not a joke.

The so-called forbidden techniques are taboo techniques, which are forbidden to practice. They are all recorded in the Dao Court, and no sect cultivator is allowed to learn them again.

Therefore, Mo Hua must not learn the true art of transforming the mind into a sword.

Xun Ziyou knew the stakes, and immediately said in his heart: "Grandmaster, I will forget about this matter."

Mr. Xun nodded and waved his hand, "Go down."

"Yes." Xun Ziyou bowed solemnly, and then retreated respectfully.

The elders were in the middle, and it was quiet for a while.

The candlelight flickered.

Mr. Xun was still sitting there, motionless, but his mind was like a candle, floating and uncertain.

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

He couldn't believe this.

Even if he wants to believe it, but this is too contrary to common sense, and there is nothing signs of causality, he can't give himself an explanation.

Not to mention ... Brother He ...

Mr. Xun turned his head, looked at Houshan deeply, and sighed deeply at the end.

"Too prodigy and divine thoughts and swords ..."

These words are also a pain in his heart.

Once upon a time, this sword tactics symbolized the most prosperous glory of Taixu Gate.

At that time, Tai Xumen thought of the swords and swords, and he proved the heavens with the heart, the god of thought, and the truth of the gods.

Under the sword of the divine thoughts, the demon is easy, and he dares not to be his edge.

But Cheng Ye also thought about turning the sword, and he also thought about turning the sword.

During the years, countless divine thought sword repairs fell under the sword tactics of "hurting people and hurting themselves".

This sword tactics are both too dignified and the most painful scars.

And now, this sword tactics will finally die with Brother Dugu.

Once Brother Dugu returns to the dust, the sword is divided, and it will be completely annihilated.

Perhaps in his lifetime, he could no longer see it.

The world can no longer see it, and the gods of God's sword are shocking.

Mr. Xun Lao's eyes were dim.

This is what he has long been "known".

The decision to ban the sword of divine thoughts is also he.

This is destined to be inevitable, but to this day, Mr. Xun's heart still has deep losses and endless stuns.

At this moment, Xunzi's words of the talent floated in his mind again.

Mr. Xun's sad eyes suddenly gave birth to a touch of glory.

"God Nian Huajian True True ..."

"Ink painting ..."

Mr. Xun Lao gently thought about these two names, and his brows gradually frowned.

"Should ... impossible ... how is it possible?"

"In case it is true ..."

Mr. Xun Lao's heart was slightly creepy and sighed slightly. During the circulation of God's thoughts, his eyes are getting deeper and deeper, I don’t know what to think about ...

Nympho

Ink painting didn't know that he showed the appearance of the sword of divine thoughts, and the elder Xunzi, who was secretly stared at, looked at it.

It was too dangerous and too nervous to fight with the pig demon in Sanpin Jindan realm.

Taking the foundation for building a foundation, killing the Jin Dan pig demon almost consumed all his divine thoughts.

Therefore, ink painting did not notice at all, and was "peeping" by Xunzi's long -term elder.

In the next few days, he was still immersed in the joy of the sacrifice of the sword, and the joy of killing the three golden Dan Dan Pig Monsters.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing is not easy to say.

He is not very good to find someone to brag everywhere.

His little brothers, no one knew that he had completed such an amazing "feat".

Jinyi Night Walk, ignorant.

Ink painting is uncomfortable.

But he still can only keep a normal heart and continue to practice.

Fortunately, after more than a month, this uncomfortable disappeared, and the end of the year, Zongmen was going to assess again.

After the ink painting is finished, the grade is one, two B and four C.

The formation method "A", Taoist method "B", and a alchemy, I do n’t know why, and gave him a “B”.

Often, he is one, six, and six.

There was an additional B last year.

This year, there is another B.

Mo painting couldn't help frowning.

He is a cause and effect. He knows that there must be monsters when he is abnormal. There is no reason for no reason. He cannot get so well.

Therefore, there is always a sense of crisis in Mo Hua's heart.

Nympho

After the exam, it will be the New Year.

Mo painting will go to the Gu family this year.

He went to talk to Mr. Xun.

Because the situation is special now, the affairs of the Shen family have been settled on the surface, but the interests in the back are entangled, and you are fighting for me between the world.

Ink painting is also unclear. I go to the Gu family to eat rice now.

Mr. Xun only thought about it for a moment, and nodded, "It's okay to go."

The lone mountain affairs, too Xu Gen and the Gu family, must be remembered by the Shen family on the account, and they didn't care about it.

Moreover, it is also a good thing for ink paintings and Gu Jia's maintenance.

Mr. Xi wrote another word for Mo painting as a congratulatory gift and gave it to the Gu family.

Ink painting happily thanks.

It's not too early, and the ink painting said goodbye to Mr. Xun Lao. After the ceremony, he met the deep and complicated eyes of Mr. Xun Lao as soon as he looked up.

"Lao, is there something wrong?" Mo painting puzzled.

Mr. Xun looked at ink deeply.

At this glance, there was a kind of ink painting. Mr. Xun was guessing what, but because of some cause and effect, he did not dare to say the illusion of export.

Mr. Xun Lao's mind was serious. What he wanted to ask, but he saw that Mo painting had grown a lot without knowing it, and with the appearance of a teenager, he suddenly was a little bit stunned.

I have grown up a lot ...

His eyes were gentle and clear, deep and Shen Yi. Although his face was a little childish, his expression looked a lot more calm.

Some things, he can already shoulder it by himself.

In other words, since he was a child, he has been "carrying" it ...

Mr. Xun Lao sighed slightly, "Nothing ..."

He looked at the ink painting, patted his shoulder, and said warmly, "New Year's Eve, have fun."

Mo Nod nodded and laughed: "Mr. Lao is well -being, I go back first."

"Well, okay."

Ink painting gave a gift, and respected.

After the ink painting, Mr. Xun continued to read Yu Jian.

Among the jade slips, the word "Taixumen forbidden Surgery" is written.

Mr. Xun looked at the forbidden catalog and fell into thought ...

Nympho

Qingzhou City, Gu family.

Zhang Lancai, light light in the backyard.

Ink painting was putting the lantern with Yuer.

Yu'er blushed and fluttered, looking up at the red fish lanterns made by Mo Tong for him, and his expression was full of expression.

But turned his head to look at the ink painting, Yuer's expression suddenly became lonely, and he pulled his eyelids with a word, pitiful.

Mo Hui noticed that his mood was wrong, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Yu'er asked in silence for a moment, and whispered: "Brother Mo, are you leaving?"

Ink painting, "Who told you?"

Yuer shook her head, and then looked up at the ink painting, "They all said that after graduation, they will leave Taixu Gate and leave Ganzhou. Brother Mo is going?"

The "big block" in Yu'er's mouth is talking about the silly big Mo.

Mo Hua looked at Yuer.

Yuer's eyes, under the lighting of the sky, shined with a strong perseverance.

Ink painting does not want to lie to him, but only said lightly: "It's possible."

Yuer was even more lost.

Ink painting rubbed his hair, "People have sadness and joy, this is normal. In the future, Yuer will grow up.

The sound of ink painting is gentle and slowly penetrates into Yuer's heart.

Yuer gradually had the courage, nodded seriously, and then he was a little nostalgic and asked::

"Then I can see Brother Mo again in the future?"

Mo Hua nodded with a smile, "Yes, I will come to see you when you have time. Or one day, Yuer you have been strong, you can travel to Kyushu, we will definitely meet again."

"Wait for me to be strong ... I can still meet again ..." In Yu'er's eyes, he suddenly revealed his longing, and then nodded again and again, "Brother Mo, I must practice well, I will go to you in the future!"

The ink painting smiled gently, "Okay!"

Yuer also laughed, and the lights were reflected on his face, which looked naive and romantic.

Ink painting was relieved, but in the next moment, he trembled, the dragon soul resonated, and a blood red in front of him.

The lights in the sky reflected on Yuer's face, and it was as red as blood.

And this blood red, faintly constitutes a dragon shadow.

This bloody dragon shadow, lined with red fire light, moved upstream on Yu'er's face, and then meandered, merged into Yu'er's Yintang, incorporated into his soul.

Ink painting trembled.

"……dragon?"

"Yuer's body is ... the blood of the karma dragon?"