Asking about longevity

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?"

"Gan Xuezhou world, 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, 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, let alone 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 looked like they were also the children of the upper-class families in the Gan Xuezhou realm.

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

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

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

When Shen Linshu went out, three children from upper-class families served as followers, 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 the person.

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

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 at each other strangely.

The Yuhua real person also looked deeply at Mo Hua.

Tea party?

I'm afraid the banquet won't be a good one.

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 didn't stop, and walked faster 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 causal chain is exactly the same as Yan Zhizhou's at that time."

"This Shen Linshu should be related to Yan Zhizhou."

"Could it be that Shen Linshu is the "young master" in Yan Zhizhou who is the most popular among the stars?"

"During the Wan Yao Valley, the young master I chased in the Wan Yao Dream Demon was also him?"

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

Mo Hua looked 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 it the Shen family? Is it Qian Dao Sect?

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

But he has no evidence, and cannot prove whether his speculation is true for the time being.

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

There is no evidence for these.

And...

"Does he really know who I am?"

Mo Hua frowned, "He knows that my name is Mo Hua, I am a disciple of Taixu Sect, and the leader of the formation in Ganxuezhou, but he should not know what my real identity is-."

"Otherwise, he would have killed me directly just now, not to mention inviting me to a discussion tea party to drink tea with him."

"This tea party is probably not something serious. Who knows what he will drink——"

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

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

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

Mo Huazheng looked out of 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 had 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 is "sightless" or "ignorant", this is like a thorn in the heart,

It made 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. Those who come from humble backgrounds are often short-sighted and fail to seize opportunities when they are presented to them.

That is why they remain humble. "

"Whether he is really 'sighted and ignorant' or not, he should not deny the young master face, and should not give the young master face.

Even if we don’t give the Young Master Pavilion face, how can we establish our authority if everyone learns from the same example? "

"How about -" the young man from this aristocratic family flashed his eyes, "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 other people 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 word "law" at all.

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

They even take pleasure in poking holes in people's throats 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 men is aroused, and their blood surges for a moment, they will probably really ignore it.

This ink painting must be killed.

That would create a deadly feud.

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

"Array formations are just 'skills' after all. 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. If you are from a low background, no matter how hard you learn, you will not be able to escape this fate."

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

Shen Lin wrote comfortably 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, not long after, there will be the next Sword Discussion Conference. 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 contest is important. After nine years of learning the Dao in a sect, you can only compete once. It can even be said that a disciple of a sect can only compete once in his life.

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Another disciple from aristocratic family also flattered, "Mr. Shu, with your family background and qualifications, if you add the momentum of being the first in the sword contest, you can rise to the top in one step and reach the sky. In the future, you will have a smooth road to becoming an immortal."

"That's right, 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 control us."

"The cultivation world respects strength."

"Genius, genius, as long as you are talented enough, everything you do is right."

"If I can get first place, even if I rush into the Dao Ting Division and kill a Dian Si, the ancestor will probably protect me."

"Bullshit, I don't believe it."

"I will kill you when the time comes, and I'll bet on whether the ancestor will protect me. If I am protected, you will send your engaged but unmarried Taoist partner to play with me for a night. ”

“Fuck you.”

“You don’t believe it?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe your ancestors will protect you, I just don’t believe you can get first place, with your idiot, are you worthy of being first in swordplay?”

“You are a coward, how can you say that to me, I can’t beat Master Shu, but I can’t beat you? By the way, do you agree or not—.—your Taoist partner who hasn’t married yet is from the Ming family, right? I’ve been envious of her for a long time———”

“Get lost, I don’t even dare to touch her.”

“It’s just for fun, what are you afraid of—·

These children of noble families are getting more and more absurd.

But the two Jindans next to them are still silent, and even the old man who has passed away is blind and unheard.

The most important thing about their job is not to listen to anything and not to say anything, so as not to make mistakes.

These noble girls in front of them are the real “little ancestors”, and they can’t be offended at all.

If they really offended them, and let them feel resentful, they would complain to their parents, elders, and even ancestors.

Even if they were golden elixir or immortal, they would still be in trouble.

This is power.

And this power is based on the powerful strength of the aristocratic families.

Several aristocratic family children quarreled for a while, and suddenly someone asked:

"Shu Gongzi, what are we going to Gushan City for? Isn't this a big detour? I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the family's ancestor worship."

Shen Linshu didn't answer.

Someone said: "The young master has ordered, we just need to do it, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"You——"

Shen Linshu ignored the argument between the two.

He looked at the dark night outside the window, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his mind. After a moment, the familiar feeling came again, and Shen Linshu couldn't help but think of Mo Hua again.

He thought of Mo Hua's clear eyes and pure and indifferent face.

"Is it really the first time I see him? Why do I feel so familiar? Even——"

Will you feel apprehensive?

Will I feel apprehensive?

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

"Who is this Mo Hua——?"

Taixu Sect.

Mo Hua, who returned to the sect, temporarily settled down.

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

Mo Hua sighed.

The barriers of cultivation, the monopoly of inheritance, the isolation of blood—————

The gullies and barriers here are really deeper and deeper, and the higher they climb.

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

After that, he still practiced and attended classes.

The new year's sect life began, and everything soon got on track.

This is the eighth year that Mo Hua has been in Taixu Sect, and the penultimate year of the sect's nine-year teaching.

The next year will be the Dao Conference.

In the world of Ganxuezhou, a disciple can only attend one Dao Conference in his entire life. Therefore, this opportunity to discuss the Dao is extremely precious.

Mo Hua broke the rules when he attended the last Dao Conference, and he took the back door.

Logically speaking, it will be his turn to attend the next year's Dao Conference.

And in a blink of an eye, there is only one year left for his own Dao Conference.

Mo Hua feels that time has passed so quickly. He has experienced so many things, but the day he entered the sect seems to be just yesterday. In a blink of an eye, the nine-year term is over and he is about to graduate.

Mo Hua can't help but feel a sense of urgency, but he can't tell why it is urgent.

Taixu Sect, the headmaster's residence.

The high pavilion is towering, and the clouds and mist are lingering.

Mr. Xun and the headmaster of Taixu are drinking tea and discussing matters.

"The next Dao Conference is coming soon, and there are only less than two years left--" sighed Taixu Sect Master.

Mr. Xun drank tea silently without saying anything.

Mr. Taixu Sect Master hesitated for a moment, and after all, he was a little worried, so he asked: "Old Master, what do you think our Taixu Sect will get this time?"

Mr. Xun said indifferently: "It's useless to ask me, I can't 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 the cultivation world who can really tell fortunes. Besides, if you can deduce cause and effect, others can do it too. It's useless to try to please others in this regard."

The leader of Taixu Sect felt a little regretful, then frowned and said, "It stands to reason that after the merger of the three sects, the strength of our Taixu Sect is not what it used to be. There are still ink paintings on the formations. This Tao Discussion Conference, even if it does not go further, There should be no problem keeping the ranking, but——

Head Taixu sighed, "I always feel worried. It seems that something big will happen at this forum."

When Mr. Xun heard this, his eyes narrowed. After a moment, he poured himself a cup of tea and said, "Just obey fate in everything you do. There is no way to avoid the disaster that is coming."

The head of Taixu remained silent.

Mr. Xun took a sip of tea and looked up at Master Taixu. "If you are worried about this, why not spend more time and cultivate more good seedlings so that they can get a good ranking in the sword competition."

"Forging iron requires one's own strength. If my Taixu Sect's disciples are strong enough, why can't they keep their ranking?"

Master Taixu pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "The old gentleman is right, then I will look for more disciples, seize the time, and focus on training."

But he felt helpless.

That's true, but this is in the realm of qianxuezhou, where there are countless geniuses.

The Taixu Sect is already weak in terms of the source of disciples. No matter how you choose, there is only a limit to how strong you can be.

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

It would be lucky if the previous Taixu Sect could keep its eighth place.

But now, his Taixu Sect has to be at least one of the "top three". Otherwise, it won't be able to get enough of the Qianlongling Mine to support this large family.

The sect needs to spend a lot of spirit stones.

The current merger of the three sects is, to a certain extent, taking advantage of their respective roots.

If you don't get a good ranking, occupy more shares in the Qianlong Spirit Mine, and get more spiritual stones, you will sooner or later "sit back and get nothing".

By that time, once the supply of spiritual stones is insufficient, turnover cannot be made, and life becomes tight, Taixu Sect will really become an "empty shelf" with a big appetite and not enough to eat, and it will only be a matter of time before it goes downhill.

"To open a sect is to burn spiritual stones—"

Master Taixu sighed in his heart.

Therefore, the ranking in the Sword Discussion Conference is very important.

He began to carefully search for candidates for the Sword Discussion Conference:

"Linghu Xiao from Chongxu Clan, a swordsmanship genius who is rare to see in five hundred years, was originally the treasure of Chongxu Clan, but now it is easier for me, Taixu Clan - no, we are all Taixu Clan now, we don't exist. Whoever is cheaper————..”

"Tai'amen, there are a few in the Ouyang family who are good at practicing sword techniques——"

"Although my Taixu Sect is not particularly outstanding, because of the 'little senior brother' Mo Hua taking the lead, the cohesion among fellow sects is strong and the cooperation is even better————·

The head of Taixu was talking, and suddenly his heart moved, and he asked curiously: "Old sir, do you think Mo Hua——is he suitable for discussing swords?"

When it came to ink painting, Mr. Xun also became serious.

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

"It's not good - this kid is so talented, his strengths and weaknesses are too obvious. It's too hard to discuss swords, and it's too easy to be targeted -"