Asking about longevity

Feng family cave.

In the night, Elder Zhang and Elder Feng sat opposite each other drinking, looking solemn.

"Brother Zhang, are you talking about... Huangquan?" Elder Feng frowned.

As soon as the word "Huangquan" was uttered, the atmosphere in the room became a little colder.

Elder Zhang nodded and said in a deep voice: "It seems that someone wants to open a 'Yellow Spring' road in Kanzhou..."

Elder Feng frowned, "Who?"

Elder Zhang shook his head, "The ancestors couldn't have predicted..."

Elder Feng's expression became more serious. After a moment, he asked in a serious tone, "Is there really such a thing as... 'Yellow Spring'?"

Elder Zhang looked grim, and said slowly:

"In the ancient records of Kanzhou ten thousand years ago, there is indeed the word 'Huangquan', which refers to it as a great disaster that wiped out the state."

"But what exactly is this 'Yellow Spring'?"

"Is it a big demon, a big ghost, or a big corpse?"

"Is it some demon cave, an ancient Taoist priest, or a killing calamity of heaven and earth, a causal disaster... No one knows at all."

"I'm still confused as to how to open the Yellow Springs Road and what it means."

Elder Feng said: "Since you don't know anything...Brother Zhang, how did you know that there were signs of 'Yellow Spring' opening the way in Kanzhou?"

Elder Zhang said coldly: "The ancestor had a dream, and there was a bad omen in the dream. The Canglan Province was destroyed, and the gloomy Yellow Spring water flowed along the underground river to the entire Kan Province, distorting all living things."

"The entire Kanzhou has become a hell where yin and yang cannot be distinguished, and humans and ghosts cannot be distinguished..."

"My home is in Kanzhou. Kan means water."

"Yellow Spring is also the water of the Nine Netherworlds."

"According to the theory of the Eight Trigrams, the Yellow Spring disaster must originate from Kanzhou. This is the source of the Nine Netherworlds and the place where the Yellow Springs originate."

"If a disaster strikes Kanzhou, my Zhang family will be the first to bear the brunt. Our family's foundation for generations is here, and we dare not not devote all our energy to it..."

Elder Feng pondered for a moment, his eyes worried, but also confused:

"Brother Zhang, there is something I don't understand."

"Brother Feng, please speak." said Elder Zhang.

Elder Feng said: "Looking at this school state, you and I can see huge crowds of people, a magnificent scene. It shows that the world is peaceful, the nine states are prosperous, and everything is thriving..."

"But..." Elder Feng frowned, "As Brother Zhang said, there is the threat of the Yellow Springs in Kanzhou, and there is the chaos in the Southern Wasteland in Lizhou. In addition, there are also occasional Daoists in various places..."

Elder Feng was a little afraid to mention those two words. After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up his courage and lowered his voice:

"The evil is causing chaos..."

"So, is this world peaceful and prosperous, or is it filled with injustice and chaos?"

There was deep confusion in Elder Feng's voice.

Elder Zhang was silent for a moment. After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Elder Feng deeply. "Brother Feng, do you really not know?"

Elder Feng's eyes flickered, but he still shook his head.

Elder Zhang said slowly, word by word:

"The aristocratic family is prosperous. You are an elder of the aristocratic family, so you think the cultivation world is prosperous."

"But the prosperity of the family comes at a price."

"Whoever bears this price will suffer injustice and chaos..."

Elder Zhang's eyes were deep and his tone was meaningful.

Some people prospered, while others paid the price. That was why the cultivation world was in chaos, and why his Kanzhou was showing signs of the beginning of the underworld.

Elder Feng seemed to be thinking about something, but he obviously didn't quite understand.

Elder Zhang had no intention of discussing this issue in depth. What he was currently concerned about was the affairs of Kanzhou.

Elder Zhang sighed and said sincerely:

"To be honest, Brother Feng, I came to the Ganxue State in person this time. First, I wanted to watch the swordplay ceremony and let the disciples of the clan see the style of the Ganxue genius, so that they can know that there are always people better than you, and not lose the heart to seek the truth and make progress..."

"Second, it is to visit old friends;"

"Third, it's because of this disaster in Huangquan."

Elder Zhang looked at Elder Feng solemnly, "The Ganxuezhou Realm is a fifth-grade large state realm. The aristocratic clan has a long history, and there must be many ancient books and old records in the Taoist Canon."

"If I have a chance, I'd like to check it out."

"If there is a chance, please introduce me to some seniors and knowledgeable colleagues in the academic world, Brother Feng."

"I want to use this to find out the origin of the word 'Huangquan'..."

"The disaster of Huangquan is illusory. It would be best if it didn't happen."

"But if it really happens, it will be a disaster. My Zhang family has lived in Kanzhou for generations, and we have an obligation to find a way to suppress it in order to save the whole state and the whole world from disaster."

Elder Zhang, who was in the Yuhua realm, stood up, bowed to Elder Feng, and said solemnly: "I hope Brother Feng will help me."

Elder Feng quickly stood up and dodged, saying hurriedly: "Brother Zhang, why do you have to do this? I really don't deserve it."

He thought about it seriously and said truthfully: "To be honest, with my limited cultivation and connections, I really can't help Brother Zhang with such a big matter as Huangquan."

"But if you just want to look up ancient books and old records and introduce some senior Taoist friends, then I will do my best to help you."

Elder Zhang felt relieved and said, "Thank you!"

The two of them took advantage of the night to chat about the specific matters for a while, and it was not until it was late that they stood up and said goodbye.

Elder Zhang returned to the Zhang family's guest room and, as usual, took the roll.

It was already midnight, and most of the clan members and disciples had returned on time, except for one person.

Elder Zhang's eyes darkened. "Where's Zhang Lan?"

The Zhang family members looked at each other and dared not speak.

It's not that they don't want to hide it, but their thoughts and abilities are nothing in front of the Great Elder, and they are seen through as soon as they open their mouths.

To be honest it's fine.

If we conceal it, everyone will be in trouble.

Just when the disciples were feeling anxious, a monk in green hurried in from outside the door, bowed and said, "Grand Elder."

Elder Zhang glanced at him and asked, "Where did you go?"

Zhang Lan lowered his hands and said, "I went to visit a... Taoist friend..."

Elder Zhang was preoccupied with his thoughts, so he didn't think much about it for a moment. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, come back earlier next time to avoid causing trouble."

"Yes." Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, everyone dispersed and went back to their rooms to rest.

Elder Zhang returned to his room and tried to meditate and rest, but he could not calm down. So he simply stood up, sat at the table, lit a candle, and flipped through some old books and incomplete jade slips, looking for an answer.

However, it is difficult to tell whether the disaster of "Yellow Spring" is true or false, and its records are hidden in ancient books. It is a strange story and has been rarely seen throughout history.

Elder Zhang looked through it, but still found little. He could not find out its origin, let alone how to suppress it. He could not help but sigh and mutter in his heart:

"May our ancestors bless us. I hope that this study trip can help us find clues to suppress the Yellow Spring and resolve the calamity in Kanzhou..."

But he also knew that the hope was too slim.

Elder Zhang shook his head and continued to read and think. But the more he thought, the more exhausted and confused he felt.

Just at this moment, the scenes of the sword-fighting competition in the daytime, for some reason, appeared in his mind again.

In Fang Tian's painting, that figure was as graceful as a startled swan and as agile as a swimming dragon. Under the impenetrable sword light of the Feng family's genius, he moved forward and backward calmly like flowing water, without being touched by the sword at all...

Elder Zhang remembered his name very clearly:

Ink painting.

Elder Zhang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think too deeply about it. He just sighed:

"As expected of a genius in learning, this young boy has unparalleled grace and grace. His agility is even better than that of the Feng family geniuses from the Xiaoyao Sect. This is truly unbelievable..."

Especially his body movements.

Elder Zhang has achieved immortality, and his family has inherited the art of body movement from generation to generation.

He could see better than anyone else the extraordinary details of Mo Hua's water-based movements and the exquisiteness of their flow.

Such exquisite body movements could never be achieved without repeated practice, great hard work and enormous effort.

He is highly gifted, has a high level of comprehension, is willing to work hard, and has superb body movements.

"It would be great if this young genius was really a descendant of my Zhang family..."

Even the great elder Zhang admired the talent and was filled with envy.

But after a moment of envy, he was suddenly stunned again.

The words that Elder Feng had said during the day came to his mind again.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Elder Zhang also calmed down and recalled the scene of Mo Hua performing the skills over and over again in his mind.

He carefully considered every move.

He pondered slowly over every line and every pause.

In everything, I am afraid of being too serious.

I am more afraid of thinking about it.

Elder Zhang thought about it over and over again for dozens of times, and finally he took a deep breath with a hiss:

"This young man's movements really seem to be a bit like... the Flowing Water Step of my Zhang family?"

It’s just that his body movements are so exquisite.

Better than any other disciple of Zhang family.

Even many of the moves, controlled by powerful spiritual sense, are so delicate and subtle that they are simply not something that ordinary cultivators can perform.

Moreover, some other body movements of the Seven Kirins and Eight Claws were also integrated into it.

Plus, there was some mist.

Therefore, at first glance, it is difficult to distinguish.

But at this time, Elder Zhang dissected and crushed the picture of the body movement, thought about it again and again, and finally found that there were indeed some traces of the orthodox Shi Shui Step in it.

"But... this is impossible..."

"How could he, a genius from the Taixu Sect who has nothing to do with us, possibly learn the unique skill of the Zhang family, the Water-passing Step, which is never passed on to others?"

Elder Zhang frowned in confusion.

“That doesn’t make sense…”

"Could it be that there really is a wicked son in my Zhang family who violates the ancestral teachings?"

Elder Zhang's eyes gradually became dangerous.

…

next door.

Zhang Lan, who was lying lazily, suddenly felt a chill rising up, his heart was startled, and he almost jumped up.

"Danger?"

Zhang Lan's face changed drastically. Seeing that the night was quiet and the moonlight outside the window was peaceful, and there was nothing unusual, he felt relieved and thought about the cause and effect here.

"This child Mo Hua is a bit dangerous."

“It’s still very hated now.”

"Maybe it's because I came into contact with Mo Hua during the day, so when he was hated, he implicated me..."

Zhang Lan nodded, thinking that it made some sense, and then lay down lazily.

But this time, he slept a little uneasily.

…

Taixu Gate.

Mr. Xun also couldn't sleep at night.

When it comes to academic and state events or sword fighting competitions, the old ancestor usually doesn't show up, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need to work hard behind the scenes.

Ever since the Sword Discussion Conference began, undercurrents have been surging in the world of Ganxuezhou, and many things have been complicated. As the ancestor of the sect, he has not had a real rest for a long time.

But now, the most difficult thing for him is the ink painting.

The development of things was a little beyond his expectations.

He also didn't expect that Mo Hua, a child with a "handsome" face, could be so hateful.

Just using basic low-level Five Elements spells, he was able to make a group of talented disciples from the sect hate him to death.

There have been so many sword-fighting competitions, with so many geniuses participating in the competitions, but Mo Hua's is a unique one.

This was really unexpected for Mr. Xun.

Moreover, the situation is gradually becoming out of control.

Mr. Xun frowned, and after a long while, he could not help but sigh:

"Maybe... this is fate?"

Back then, the boy with the surname "Zhuang" was extremely talented and looked down upon the world. He aroused the jealousy and hatred of many geniuses and ended up having enemies everywhere.

I wonder if there is a master's inheritance here...

The child Mo Hua was fine at first, but as he walked, he seemed to have gone astray.

As if repeating the same mistakes, he ended up on the same path as his master.

He was hated just like his master.

Of course, there are differences between the two.

Zhuang Daoling was hated because he was extremely talented and arrogant.

Mo Hua is hated because he is tricky and weird, and very irritating.

Today's ink paintings are a bit like... another style of "Zhuang Daoling".

Mr. Xun was very helpless.

He thought about this matter for a long time, but he really had no idea what to do. In the end, he could only sigh.

"Forget it. 'The whole world is our enemy'. Perhaps this is the path that his lineage of master and disciple is destined to take..."

"Some destinies are inescapable..."

Fortunately, Mo Hua is not really "enemies all over the world" now.

There are many people who hate him.

But there are also many people who like him and care about him.

Although the path he took seemed like that of another "Zhuang Daoling", he was not the real Zhuang Daoling after all.

He is...

"Ink painting."

Old Mr. Xun muttered something softly, and remembered Mo Hua's sincere face and innocent heart of Taoism, and gradually felt relieved.

…

The next day, the sword fight continued.

The progress of the sword-fighting conference is also advancing bit by bit.

More and more monks began to pay attention to ink painting.

There are people who care about ink painting.

There are those who hate ink painting.

Most of them are really pissed off at Mo Hua and want to see him get into trouble so they can gloat over his misfortune and add insult to injury.

While Elder Zhang was seeking friends and learning the truth and exploring the origin of the Yellow Spring, he also began to focus on the ink paintings.

He would watch almost every sword fight in Mo Hua.

He wanted to see whether the movement used by Mo Hua was the Zhang family's Shi Shui Step.

Naturally, Zhang Lan also wanted to watch the swordplay in ink painting.

In this way, he and Elder Zhang had "coincided" with each other.

Of course, Zhang Lan was still nervous.

The Great Elder's vision is very vicious.

There are some things that he naturally cannot guess without any clues.

But if the Great Elder caught a clue, he would unravel it and figure out something...

That's definitely the end of it.

Therefore, in order not to arouse suspicion from the Great Elder, Zhang Lan had no choice but to sit obediently in the crowd and watch Mo Hua and the swordplay in silence.

He dared not speak out, dared not say anything, and dared not show the slightest sign that he recognized the ink painting.

He was just an unknown spectator passing by from another place.

As for ink painting?

I really don’t know him.

…

On Lundao Mountain, the atmosphere among those watching the battle became increasingly tense.

Hatred was accumulating, and more and more geniuses were sharpening their knives towards Mo Hua, wanting to kill him.

But the sword debate in the Xuanzi Bureau has already come to an end.

Most of the sword fighting has been completed.

The situation has basically settled.

They have no chance of targeting Mo Hua.

What's more, in Mo Hua's next few games, his opponents were not particularly strong.

After a fight, Mo Hua won, and the win was quite smooth without being targeted too much.

The overall situation is obviously somewhat serious, but there is also a kind of peace before the storm.

In this somewhat strange atmosphere, the Xuanzi Bureau's swordplay debate came to an end without any disturbance.

Taixu Sect unexpectedly maintained the third place.

The third place was achieved thanks to Mo Hua, Linghu Xiao and others, who had never been defeated.

Other disciples of the sect also put in a lot of effort.

Even within the Taixu Sect, there emerged a group of disciples who were originally mediocre, but who underwent a "transformation" after being tempered in swordplay.

Some of these disciples even successfully advanced to the "Earth" level.

The ink paintings were all amazing.

The sect's elders and high-ups were even more surprised.

The "Xuan" sword debate ended, and after a brief rest and adjustment, the "Di" sword debate officially began.

The geniuses of the four sects began to take action.

The real strong enemy finally showed his true strength...