Chapter 990 Rebirth

On the occasion of the sword, the atmosphere of too much door was suddenly nervous.

From top to bottom, everyone's hearts were stretched.

Mr. Xun Lao has never appeared for a long time.

Now all the matrix courses, from preparation, class, to homework correction, all are responsible for ink painting.

Mr. Xun was a shopkeeper, sitting quietly in the elder's residence, wholeheartedly, and deduced whatever he was day and night.

It is the head of the dwarf, and it is not so leisurely.

When ink painting was fed with big white dogs, he had seen a few times occasionally, and found that he looked a little embarrassed, and his thick black hair finally began to fall down.

In addition, the elders who saw ink paintings were in a hurry, with a dignified look, and their respective division of labor was busy preparing all the matters of the Sword Conference.

The most nervous is the disciples of too much.

Because they participated in the sword.

The honor of Zongmen, family interests, and personal futures are all maintained above this big ratio.

Everyone's heart seemed to be hanging with a stone, uneasy, and seemed to be holding a stone and couldn't breathe.

In intense practice and fighting, the disciples look more and more solemn.

Even when eating, I don't speak much.

At noon, disciples live.

Ink painting holding chicken legs, looking left, looking at the right, finding the original lively dining hall, like a layer of frost, everyone eats a meal. Shake your head.

This is not good.

The atmosphere is too dull and can indigestion.

Ink painting turned his head again and looked at Cheng Mo aside.

Cheng Mo, who was originally stunned, is really "silent" now, and his face is stretched.

The ink painting handed him a chicken leg.

Cheng Mo froze, looked up and saw ink painting, and said slowly: "Thank you brother."

Mo painting asked him, "How did you practice on the sword?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "It's okay ..."

But he was not firm, obviously not so confident.

The ink painting is a little puzzled, "Aren't you the foundation well, isn't this confident?"

Cheng Mo's heart was depressed, and he didn't want to speak, but in the words of ink painting, he couldn't help but return. After thinking for a moment, he sighed:

"Brother, don't conceal you, I do what I practice, no matter the meritoriousness or Taoism, there are almost no shortcomings. In my Cheng family, I said second, no one dares to say the first."

"But this is the realm of Qianxue State, four and eight doors, such as the disciples of" top -top ", can you come. This qualification can only be regarded as a standard, and it is relying on a 'skin rough meat thick' ' , And can be stronger than others. "

"True the sword and compete with the various Tianjiao, I ... really have no advantage ..."

Cheng Mo had no confidence in his heart.

Several Situ Jian next to the Situ Jian nodded.

In their respective families, there is no doubt that they are one of the best "best."

In other parts of Kyushu, it is a rare "genius" for a century.

Not to mention anything else, just fish a disciple in Taixu Gate and throw it into the Big Heishan Prefecture Boundary of Mo Painting. It is definitely the "sensational party" Tianjiao.

But these days of arrogance are all gathered in the realm of the State State, because they are all "leaders" in the family. Relatively speaking, they are all "pan -generations". It's right.

It wasn't Cheng Mo weak, but it was, the disciples around were too strong.

There are people outside the sky, there are people outside.

Above the genius, there is always a stronger "genius".

Cheng Mo's "genius" just entered the world of Ganxue and saw the threshold of stronger genius.

Ink painting was a little sighing.

Fortunately, I was aware of the consciousness, and by chance, I walked the "back door".

If not, with his qualifications, the threshold of entering the realm of the State State will not be reached, let alone to worship too much, and Cheng Mo's little brother.

Mo Hui counted a few times, and found that in today's too virtual door, it can really be regarded as "top genius", and only the "merged" laughed.

Linghu laughed and rushed into a disciple.

The sword heart is bright, and its talent, even in the history of once rushing, is rare for five hundred years.

If it wasn't for the three consistent streams, it would not even be the only "top genius" in Taixumen.

Ink painting is a little unhappy, but if you think about it, you feel that it is reasonable.

The top genius naturally worships the four top four.

Other talents can be divided into eight doors.

The four major ancestors won the top genius, and when the sword was winning, naturally, he could always occupy the lead.

With always occupying the leader, you can naturally keep the pocket -top genius.

If they do not accept it, they will turn the eight doors, twelve states, and the one who learn from the top 100.

In this case, it is actually difficult to collect a few truly top genius.

"Not only the spiritual stone and the inheritance are differentiated, but the talents are also differentiated ..."

Mo painting sighed.

The only special is Tai Amen three years ago.

At that time, Tai Amen was ranked first in eight gates. It was quite famous, and there were two or three top talents in Zongmen.

However, the top genius is inevitable, and they are all teenagers. They have been disqualified from the "Sword" because of the routes.

After that, when the sword lost, Tai Amen was a little bit stunned.

Today's too dazzling door, on the surface, it is the three -seat, which brings together three talents.

But because the "top talents" were all eliminated, it was not much stronger than the Tai'a Sect, which was ranked first among the eight sects.

In a sense, it was even weaker.

It was just that there were more people.

Mo Hua frowned.

With such a careful calculation, the situation of the Taixu Sect's sword fight was really not optimistic at all.

No wonder the head of the sect began to lose hair.

"No, it seems not only not optimistic..."

Mo Hua thought again that the Tai'a Sect was the "rafter" that stood out, bearing the brunt of the firepower of the four major sects.

Chongxu Sect was a buffer at the waist, and also shared some of the pressure.

Taixu Sect ranked last and had the least pressure.

But now, Taixu Sect "took in" Tai'a Sect and Chongxu Sect, which was equivalent to bringing all the "firepower" to itself.

All the pressure was gathered on one person, and it alone bore the "encirclement and suppression" of the four major sects.

The situation was so serious that it was outrageous.

Mo Hua was worried about the head of the sect.

"I wonder how much of the master's hair will be left after the sword-fighting competition ends..."

Mo Hua began to feel sorry for the master's hair.

Seeing that Cheng Mo was still frowning, Mo Hua comforted him, "Do your best and don't feel pressured."

Cheng Mo smiled bitterly, "Little Senior Brother, I know the truth, but this pressure can't just go away."

How could he not be nervous about such a big event as the sword-fighting competition?

Mo Hua asked, "Do you want to win the championship in the sword-fighting competition?"

"Everyone wants to win the championship," Cheng Mo said helplessly, "but I don't have the ability, I can just get a good ranking."

"What can you do with a good ranking?"

"There are so many things you can do." Cheng Mo's eyes lit up, and he talked freely like a chicken blood:

"First of all, if you rank high, the sect will reward you with a large amount of merit, which can be used to exchange for resources, inheritance, or to enter the inner gate, which is great..."

"Even if you don't enter the inner gate, you can get a ranking, Returning home in glory is also very impressive. "

"This is the ranking of the sword contest in Qianxuezhou. The ancestor of the family will definitely look favorably upon me."

"Even if you go out to brag, it will be a spit and a nail, and everyone will be inferior to you..."

Mo Hua was a little confused: "Is it really that powerful?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Of course."

"But..." Mo Hua frowned, "I won the first place in the formation, and it seems that it is just like that, not that powerful..."

Cheng Mo held his breath in his chest and didn't want to talk to Mo Hua.

The other disciples were also choked.

The little brother is good in everything, but sometimes he speaks too irritatingly.

But after Mo Hua said this, everyone unconsciously became less nervous.

Mo Hua asked the others again: "You want to win the sword fight, and do you also want to show off when you return to the family?"

"Of course, if you don't show off, you're not young."

"Of course, it's not just showing off, there are many benefits..."

The atmosphere became more lively, and the disciples talked more, saying all kinds of things:

"I want to win glory for the family. If I get a good ranking, my parents will also be proud. My father often said that the most successful thing in his life is to give birth to me as a son..."

"I mainly want to earn some merits. My martial arts consume too many resources..."

"My parents said that if I get a good ranking in the sword fight and have a good reputation, they will find me a good marriage when I return."

"Did your parents get the difficulty wrong? Don't you know? How much effort is needed to find a marriage partner? "

"That's because you haven't tried it. If you have, you will know..."

...

There are also people who come from big families but have bad families:

"My father is a gambler, my mother remarried, I can't rely on anyone but myself, I want to fight for a future for myself!"

Someone next to him echoed: "Yes, I also want to fight for a chance, in Qianxuezhou, rely on my own strength to fight for a place in the world, if I fail..."

He looked unwilling, "I can only go back, listen to my parents' arrangements, marry a woman of equal status, and inherit the position of the head of the family..."

A bunch of people were speechless...

"Thank you, we are no longer friends." The disciple said before.

"No, it's a small family, only a fourth-grade family, why are you angry?"

"No, we are no longer friends, don't talk to me..."

...

As they talked, the atmosphere became harmonious. Everyone felt much more relaxed, and the pressure was slightly relieved.

Cheng Mo glanced at Mo Hua and asked in a low voice:

"Junior Brother, are you going to participate in the Sword Contest as well?"

Mo Hua pondered, "I should."

"Junior Brother, do you also want to get a rank and show off when you return home?" Cheng Mo said.

"This..." Mo Hua fell into deep thought.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Junior Brother is not as superficial as you?" Situ Jian said dissatisfiedly.

"Why is it superficial?" Cheng Mo was dissatisfied, "If you don't return to your hometown when you are rich and powerful, it's like walking at night with embroidered clothes. This is human nature. Where is it superficial?"

"That's right." A disciple echoed.

"That's what he said, but Junior Brother must have other intentions..."

"I guess he wants to enter the inner gate through the Sword Contest and become an elder in the future."

"What are you talking about? With Junior Brother's status, is it necessary to enter the inner gate?"

"What about earning merits?"

"Do you know how many merits Junior Brother has now?"

"How many?"

"To the point where Junior Brother himself doesn't know how many merits he has..."

"I heard that the ancestor had already sealed the little brother's too much merit, that is, I was afraid that the disciples of us will see that the Tao is damaged ..."

"It's not so exaggerated ..."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"The little brother, participating in the sword, is also a good place to find a good couple in the future."

"Paled! Do you still need to find a little brother's Taoist?" A disciple looked at it with a face, "Really, I have a younger sister, Shangpin Ling Gen, young and beautiful, just right ..."

He hadn't finished saying, and someone called it next to him: "Lu Zhenming! I asked you to introduce me to me before, don't you say that your sister is still young, so disagree?"

"This is my sister, I can't push her into the fire pit ..."

"Okay, okay, okay, brother, do you explain to me today, what fucking is called‘ fire pit ’?”

Nympho

In the noise, the atmosphere in the dining hall became more active.

Mo painting is sinking on the side.

Although most of them are joking, this group of disciples are right.

"I attended the Sword Conference, what exactly is the picture?"

This problem is worth thinking about, and we must consider it clearly.

Back to his disciple's residence at night, Mo painting is still considering this problem.

Other disciples want to fight for a good time in the Sword Conference Conference, those who have pictures, have the interests of the family, have meritorious merit, some disciples in the picture, and good family relationships ...

What do you draw yourself?

Famous, his reputation is already big enough.

The eunuchs in their heads are bad first, and the fat pigs are slaughtered first. For themselves, it may not be a good thing for themselves.

There is no shortage of merit, and the inner door will not enter.

I have a scattered repair, and there is no family interests to fight, and there is no position of "family owner" to inherit.

As for affinity ...

This matter is still early, there is no need to consider it now.

Furthermore, the understanding of the little sister with ink painting ...

If you really go to the Sword of the Sword, the little sister will probably worry that he will not be injured and will not care what kind of ranking you will take.

If you do n’t get the ranking, you do n’t delay herself as her brother.

Ink painting is to calculate, and finding yourself, but there is actually no need at all.

There may be demand, that is, the reward of the sword first.

But these rewards have been set, and ink paintings have been seen.

One is the four major primary, the eight gates are inherited by the top of the top of the top.

There is also one, which is also inherited by four eight -door top laws.

In addition, there are some Zongmen Treasures, the best elixir.

Things are undoubtedly good, but these are all prepared for the real "arrogance of the sky", which is not very practical for the ink paintings with weak roots.

Even those exercises and Taoist methods are not worthy of school with his spirit roots.

In addition, the only reason to participate in the Sword Conference Conference is probably the only one to help Mr. Xun, helping Tai Xumen, and passing the difficulty.

After all, he received too much kindness and too much kindness.

Of course, in order to make the head a less hair ...

But that's just that, it will not cost so strong.

Moreover, ink paintings have been considered, and this is actually very risky.

Mr. Xun Lao was right before. Once he participated in the Sword Conference, he would be picked up a little bit under the attention of the Sword Conference.

This is very fatal.

After all, he has a lot of cards, and he can't see it at all.

And if he does not use the cards, he is unable to participate in such a sword event at all.

On the sword conference, it is not a child's play.

This is a long and difficult battle.

Ink painting will not really think naively, you can get a good name on the premise of not going all out.

Even if he tries his best to do his best, it is hard to say if he can come to the end ...

High difficulty, high risk, and low returns.

Mo painting has been thoughtfully thought about it for a long time, and then I couldn't find it. The objective situation was that.

On the sword conference, it is the best to draw water.

Strive to help Taixu Gate and go forward to some rankings.

As for the others, there is no need to consider it.

Mo painting sighed slightly.

He turned over and thought about it a few times, and even used the cause and effect algorithm, which was slightly calculated, and found that no matter how you think about, how to derive, "paddling" is the best choice.

Ink painting is a bit happy.

But the situation is such a situation, the cause and effect are such causes and effects.

People cannot do things out of actual.

Ink painting was opened, and the mood was much more peaceful.

When the disciples were preparing for the Sword Conference and doing their best, ink paintings practiced their peerlessly as always.

The days are as dull as water, and a little bit of water ...

Nympho

At this time, Daozhou.

Tianshuge.

Yunwu, in the high cabinet of unsightly, the old white -haired cabinet was still sleeping.

In the hazy flue gas, the pavilion is old.

I don't know how long it took, the old Pavilion woke up from the doz, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the chessboard in front of him.

The chessboard is made of withered wood without any special, but it is reflected in the turbid but abyss -like eyes, but it flows slightly.

The old man looked at the chessboard, the sound was like twilight, and he groaned slowly:

"Chess ... After setting up, the chess pieces are all in place, but ... almost something."

The chess pieces are dead, only in the established direction.

The chess game is naturally a dead end, and it is not shocked.

Need a variable, a "living child" to revitalize the whole situation ...

So ... who has this amount of this device, to be this "living"?

The old eyes of the pavilion were deep, and the gods were surging, and the cause and effect continued.

At the same time, his old fingers reached into the can, groped for a moment, and twisted a, flat black chess piece.

The old gaze was surprised, and he felt weird.

"Such a big chess game, can there be someone, be this living?"

The old Pavilion was curious, twisted the chess piece, and the chess game in the eyes wanted to calculate the identity of this "living child".

After a moment of twisting, I stopped again.

If it is a living, it cannot be counted, and it becomes a 'dead child'.

"No, it doesn't matter ..."

"With a living, there is a fish; with the fish, you need to give him a 'bait to let him move ..."

What "bait"?

The old Pavilion began to calculate again, thinking about how to "fish".

Tianshu Pavilion's all -in -one ways are like flowing water, flowing from his heart one by one, but there is no ups and downs of the cause and effect ...

Pavilion has been slightly more skillful, and then starts to calculate the way, calculates the elixir, the calculation of the charm, the array method ...

It can be counted, even if it is some of the inheritance of "bait", this "fish" is still not seduced.

The old look was indifferent and not surprised.

In these overall situations, those who can do "living" as a variable are absolutely very powerful, and it must be a "big fish".

It is a big fish, and it is by no means a "bait".

Pavilion began to raise a grade, and from the secret transmission of Tianshu Pavilion, he picked this "bait".

This time, there was a cause and effect fluctuations.

But that's it.

This "big fish" seemed to just smell the gas machine and had a little bit of snacks, but soon adhered to the heart, went to greed, swim back to the bottom of the water, and dormant.

The old Pavilion finally was a little wrong.

"Can't you catch this?"

"Really ... so big 'shelf' ..."

"Is this fishing or a dragon?"

The old Pavilion sighed a little painful, and sighed in his heart: "I can't bear the children can't hold the wolf ..."

He gritted his teeth, his fingers broke the void directly, and began to find it from the ancient heritage of Tianshu Pavilion.

The extraordinary name, flowing from his eyes, the old Pavilion checked for a moment, and finally found out a golden cause and effect inheritance.

Above the inheritance, the cause and effect are bright and condensed into golden.

This means that as long as this inheritance is used to fish, this big fish will be caught.

Pavilion opened this ancient heritage.

Inheritance is a quaint jade slips. Above the jade slips, the five words are engraved with ancient and unusual:

"Yin and Yang Life".

With the first judgment of the world, the chaotic atmosphere of yin and yang flowing, and the rebellion of life and death, which suddenly suffocated the indoor.

The elder's expression slowly solidified, and his eyes were deep.

Yin and Yang died ...

Whose "life"?

Not ...

In the heart of Gujing Wubo, it set off a layer of shock.

The old eyes of the Pavilion are also deep.