Yu'er... is the Karma Dragon of the Great Wilderness? !
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
But this...how is it possible?
Isn't he the child of Shangguan and Wenren? How could he have the blood of the Great Wilderness Dragon?
But the resonance of the dragon soul should not be wrong.
In the soul of the ink painting, there is an ancient dragon roar, trembling softly.
This was the ancient dragon soul from the Great Wilderness Dragon Emperor that he had swallowed before but had not yet completely digested.
Now this dragon soul has produced some kind of resonance with Yu'er, which is why Mo Hua can see traces of the karma dragon's blood on Yu'er's face.
Moreover, the shadow of this karma dragon is blood red.
The blood shadow carries a strong ominous omen, lingering on the edge of life and death, foreshadowing the hardships and pains of the dragon shadow's owner throughout his life.
Mo Hua frowned.
"Brother Mo?" Seeing Mo Hua's serious expression, the innocent Yu'er asked with concern, "What happened?"
Mo Hua gradually calmed down, touched Yu'er's head, and said softly, "It's okay... It'll be fine..."
Yuer seemed to particularly like Mo Hua touching his little head. He had a big smile on his face and looked carefree.
But on the innocent face, the red dragon shadow was covered in blood. It roared ferociously at Mo Hua, and then merged into Yu'er's forehead.
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.
…
After that was the Gu family's annual banquet.
This year's annual banquet was quite grand.
But compared with previous years, it is still a little quieter.
Because of the incident at Gushan, the Gu family and the Shen family became enemies.
The root of this feud lies with the Taixu Sect and its involvement with the Gu family. It's not a big deal, but it's not a small one either.
However, the Shen family has a high status and is in charge of the Qiandao Sect. Many Taoist families have to look at the Shen family's face if they want to send their disciples to the Qiandao Sect.
They didn't dare to offend the Shen family, but they wouldn't offend the Gu family either.
Therefore, at the Gu family's annual banquet, many families only sent gifts and did not dare to visit in person.
It is normal for aristocratic families to care about interests.
Everyone has their own fence-sitters, but as long as you don't tear each other apart, you can still meet again in the future.
Although the Gu family is a family of upright character, they are not ignorant of worldly affairs and are not likely to care about trivial matters.
I don't care about ink painting at all.
He only cares about whether he can eat well and whether he can eat enough.
He didn't care about the social interactions among aristocratic families or the exchanges of personal relationships; these had nothing to do with him.
Just like that, in a lively and harmonious atmosphere, Mo Hua had a New Year's dinner. After the meal, he strolled around the yard as usual to digest the food, greeted a group of elders, received a bunch of New Year gifts, and then discussed Uncle Gu's life events with Elder Gu Hong. After that, he was about to return to the clan.
Wenren Wan brought Yu'er to see him off.
"Here are some cakes, fruit wine, and some spiritual meat and spiritual food, all of which are your favorites. The sect's food is average, and you study the formation very hard, so eat more good food to replenish your body."
Wen Renwan's voice was gentle and considerate.
Mo Hua smiled and said gratefully, "Thank you, Aunt Wan."
Yu'er waved at Mo Hua reluctantly.
He will go back to Shangguan's house with his mother tomorrow to worship their ancestors, and will not be able to return to Taixumen until after the New Year.
For more than ten days, I haven't seen any ink paintings.
Mo Hua then took out the small gift he had prepared for Yu'er.
Among these gifts, some were small gadgets he made by himself using formations.
In this way, even if Yuer returns to Shangguan's house, she will have new toys to play with every day.
The other part is the formation assignment he assigned to Yuer.
As long as she was doing her homework, Yuer had no other thoughts or sadness.
Yuer was happy and frowning at the same time, with mixed feelings.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Mo Hua was about to leave when he heard a sudden noise in the distance. A convoy of cars with magnificent carriages came over and stopped at the door of Gu's house.
A group of monks got off the car.
The leader was a man dressed in a gorgeous robe, with a strong aura, half white hair and beard, and deep nasolabial lines on his face.
He walked over, as if bringing a gust of cold wind.
The originally warm atmosphere was broken in an instant.
Wenren Wan's expression changed slightly, and Yu'er was also a little scared, and couldn't help but clutching Wenren Wan's sleeve.
Seeing the person approaching, Wen Renwan had no choice but to greet him and could only half-bow, "Look, Elder."
The ink painting was also recognized.
This old man with half white hair and beard is called Shangguan Wang. He is the powerful elder of the Shangguan family and has achieved immortality.
It is said that Shangguan Wang lost the battle for the position of the head of the Shangguan family, so he bore some grudges against Shangguan Ce, Shangguan Yi, and even Yu'er's line, and acted against them in every way.
Mo Hua didn't like him either, so he didn't say hello.
Shangguan Wang silently glanced at the ink painting, his eyes revealing a hint of undisguised displeasure, and at the same time a hint of fear.
During the formation discussion conference, he saw with his own eyes that Mo Hua, with his cultivation base in the middle stage of foundation building, overwhelmed the geniuses in the late stage of foundation building from the four major sects, and finally painted through the entire formation discussion question bank, and won the first place in formation with an absolute crushing advantage.
This boy is definitely not an ordinary person.
Therefore, even though he was at the stage of Immortality and Mo Hua was at the stage of Foundation Establishment, he could only pretend not to see Mo Hua's "rudeness".
Shangguan Wang walked past Mo Hua, came to Wenren Wan, and said calmly:
"According to the order of the master of the family, I will send the young lady and Master Yu back to the clan tomorrow."
"Thank you, Elder Wang." Wen Renwan said.
Shangguan Wang looked at Yu'er deeply, said "hmm" softly, and walked into Gu's house on his own.
Mo Hua looked at Shangguan Wang's back and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
But I don't know where this sense of disobedience comes from.
Shangguan Wang entered the Gu family. There was another round of welcoming and seeing off, and it was bustling with people. Mo Hua also said goodbye.
Wen Renwan told him to "be careful along the way."
Yuer waved to him.
Mo Hua also smiled and waved goodbye, then got on the carriage and started the journey back to Taixu Gate.
…
Qianxuezhou boundary.
The magnificent Shen family mansion.
The Gu family had a pretty lively New Year's Day.
But on the contrary, the Shen family spent this year in a much quieter and more depressing way.
Although the huge mansion was brightly lit, there was a cold and dead silence everywhere.
All the elders of the sect who came and went had gloomy faces.
The disciples were also all nervous and did not dare to speak loudly.
Occasionally, wine glasses could be broken and sounds of insults and scolding could be heard.
In the magnificent hall, the New Year banquet ended hastily.
The clan members dispersed, and only the ancestor of the Shen family was still sitting high in the hall. He had a dignified aura and no anger on his face. However, he was like an iceberg, emitting a chilling coldness.
When most of the crowd had dispersed, the head of the Shen family stayed behind to bear the wrath of the ancestor alone.
He is the head of the family, holds the power of the family, and enjoys the supreme honor and prestige of this fifth-rank aristocratic family, but at the same time, he also carries a burden as heavy as a mountain.
If anything goes wrong, he will be the only one to bear the consequences.
In the empty hall.
The head of the Shen family, who had always been high and mighty, receiving respect and kneeling from others, now knelt humbly at the foot of the steps, touching his forehead to the cold ground, and pleaded guilty to the ancestor.
The ancestor of the Shen family looked at the head of the Shen family who was kneeling at his feet. His face was as calm as water, but his eyes were terrifyingly ferocious.
Finally, he closed his eyes slightly, restrained his fierce aura, and said slowly:
"Get up."
The head of the Shen family, who had been feeling anxious, finally breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowed on the ground, and said in thanks, "Thank you, ancestor, for your mercy."
"Have you figured it all out?" asked the Shen family's ancestor.
"Yes," the head of the Shen family whispered, "The cause of this incident is that a disciple of the Taixu Sect was captured by a group of tomb robbers and taken to the tomb in Gushan."
"Then, an elder named Xun Ziyou from the Taixu Sect and Elder Shen Shouxing from my Shen Family entered Gushan, leading to the subsequent twists and turns..."
"After this incident, someone saw that the elder of Taixu Sect named Xun Ziyou was still alive."
"No one saw how he got out of Lonely Mountain, but he did escape, and he is teaching and imparting knowledge in Taixu Sect as if nothing had happened."
"And the Taixu Sect disciple who was captured and taken to Lonely Mountain..."
"I had some guesses about the identity of this disciple before, but I had no evidence. The Taixu Sect kept it a secret, and even the Daoting Division kept its mouth shut."
"After more than a month, I went through a lot of trouble and used a lot of connections to get some evidence, and only then was his identity confirmed."
"The Taixu Sect disciple who was involved in the Lonely Mountain incident is named Mo Hua..."
Upon hearing this, the Shen family's ancestor's eyebrows slightly widened, "You mean..."
The head of the Shen family said: "Yes, it is the leader of the formation from the Taixu Sect."
The Shen family's ancestor had a calm expression, showing no joy or anger.
The head of the Shen family didn't know what the ancestor was thinking, so he could only continue,
"This should be... Taixu Sect secretly plotting, using a disciple as bait, and through many means, exposing the scars of our Shen family, putting our Shen family on the chopping block, thereby attracting other jackals to covet, allowing them to erode our Shen family's foundation..."
…
In order to operate the Lonely Mountain incident, how many spiritual mines, spiritual fields, spiritual stones, and sect interests did the Shen family give up, as well as the positions of power, big and small, in other forces related to the Shen family...
No one knows better than him, the head of the family.
Whenever he thought of this, the heart of the Shen family's head bled.
His hatred for Taixu Sect grew deeper and deeper.
But the head of the Shen family was a little puzzled, so he said:
"This guy named Mo Hua is the leader of the formation art, and he is also a rare formation wizard in hundreds of years. How dare the Taixu Sect use him as a "bait"? Aren't they afraid that this guy will die in Lonely Mountain?"
Once Mo Hua died, with his Taixu Sect's foundation in formation, he would never be able to get the first place in formation again in this lifetime.
Do they really not value this disciple so much?
And...
The head of the Shen family frowned. "He is just a small foundation-building disciple. What is he doing in Lonely Mountain? Why would he wade into this muddy water for no reason?"
"Does this kid have any ulterior motives?"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The Shen family ancestor pondered for a moment and said slowly: "This is a big game of chess. There is an ancestor in the Cave Void Realm behind the scenes, who is planning and strategizing."
"In this kind of chess game, everyone you can see is a chess piece."
"That Jindan sword cultivator named Xun Ziyou is no exception, let alone... this little disciple who is only at the Foundation Establishment stage."
"Don't always think about what the chess piece is thinking."
The Shen family ancestor looked at the Shen family patriarch with a deep gaze:
"...You are the patriarch now, and the patriarch must have the pattern of the patriarch."
"You have to know who you are playing chess with."
"Only by standing behind the scenes and looking at this chess game from the perspective of the ancestors can you understand it."
"When you are promoted to the Void Realm in the future, you will have the true vision to become the ancestor of my Shen family..."
"If you are short-sighted and can only see the chess pieces but don't even know who you are playing with, you will be manipulated by others sooner or later."
These earnest words made the head of the Shen family tremble all over and burst into tears of gratitude.
The ancestor still has expectations for himself.
The head of the Shen family knelt down and said, "I will remember the teachings of my ancestor in my heart."
The Shen family ancestor nodded slightly, and then changed the subject, "How much do you know about the Rouge Boat?"
The head of the Shen family was about to stand up, but upon hearing this, he knelt down again and said sincerely:
"It was my grandson who failed to discipline me properly. Lin'er and the others... were young and frivolous, and they coveted the taste of rouge and made a fool of themselves. This really damaged the reputation of my Shen family..."
The head of the Shen family felt uneasy, thinking that the ancestor would blame him, but unexpectedly, the ancestor of the Shen family shook his head and said,
"This may not be a bad thing."
The head of the Shen family frowned, "Ancestor...you..."
The Shen family ancestor said solemnly: "I would rather they taste the taste of flesh and blood, see through the rotten skin of women in this world, know the depravity and lowliness of women, and from then on, restrain their minds and seek the Tao with all their heart."
"It will also prevent them from being seduced by some lowly, pretty, low-born women in the future, and from losing their minds and becoming useless."
"A cultivator should concentrate on cultivating the Dao, seeking the power of heaven and earth, and achieving immortality."
"People who are sentimental and greedy for temporary pleasure will only become straw dogs before the great catastrophe."
"You have to teach him this well."
The head of the Shen family kowtowed and said, "Yes."
"Okay, you can go down," said the Shen family ancestor, "After you go down, call Lin'er over."
The head of the Shen family breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowed respectfully once more, and then slowly stood up, "I wish the ancestor good fortune as vast as the sea, and a long life as long as the sky."
The head of the Shen family withdrew.
After a while, a young man with extraordinary appearance came in and kowtowed respectfully:
"Great-great-grandson Shen Linshu greets the ancestor."
The young man has an upright demeanor, neither humble nor arrogant.
There was a strange light in the eyes of the Shen family's ancestor, and he looked at Shen Linshu as if he was looking at himself in the past.
"Lin'er..." The Shen family's ancestor said in a gentle manner.
"Ancestor." Shen Linshu said.
"Soon, the Sword Contest will begin."
"Yes," Shen Linshu's eyes were bright and his tone was resounding, "This time, my great-great-grandson will definitely win the first place in the sword contest for Qiandao Sect, the Shen family, and you, the ancestor!"
The Shen family ancestor shook his head and said, "This first place is not for Qiandao Sect, not for the Shen family, and not for me, but for you."
"Your qualifications, talent, and intelligence are all excellent. All you need is this one chance to prove yourself."
"If you win first place in the sword contest, you will rise to the top."
Shen Linshu's eyes were sharp, but he still said:
"My ancestors loved me, the Shen family raised me, and the Qiandao sect taught me. Now that my great-great-grandson has achieved success in his cultivation, I should live up to my ancestors' love and the cultivation of my family and sect."
The Shen family's ancestor nodded happily, "You are more promising than your father, don't let me down."
"Don't worry, ancestor." Shen Linshu said.
"Go down and practice well."
"Yes, great-grandson, goodbye."
Shen Linshu saluted respectfully and then stepped back.
The ancestor of the Shen family silently looked at Shen Linshu's back.
Looking at his great-grandson, who was tall, handsome, masculine, full of spiritual energy, and born with an aura that made him look like a "unicorn", he felt a deep love for him.
This is the genius of his Shen family.
This is the true pride of heaven.
This is the most direct bloodline of him, the ancestor Dongxu.
He was angry about Yanzhizhou's incident.
He was not angry about Shen Linshu's misbehavior, but about how those lowly women were qualified to be "favored" by him, the great-great-grandson of the Qilin lineage?
How could those lowly women be worthy?
The Shen family's ancestor looked slightly annoyed, but then gradually calmed down, and the whole person became calm again.
When he saw Shen Linshu, he couldn't help but think of another name:
"Mo Hua..."
This disciple named Mo Hua, took the ancient sect admission order a few years ago and wanted to join the Qiandao Sect.
But it was rejected.
It is unlikely that the Shen family's ancestor doesn't care at all.
There was a trace of regret in his heart.
What he regretted was not the ink painting itself, but that he should not "help the enemy".
At that time, if he accepted Mo Hua, even if he was kept as a choress, a nominal disciple who was not even considered an outer sect disciple, he would feel inferior among the nearly a thousand proud sons of heaven in the Qiandao Sect, and his heart of Taoism would be humble, and he would eventually be lost in the crowd...
It's better than just sending him to Taixu Gate.
If it weren't for Mo Hua, the sect's restructuring would have been settled, and there wouldn't have been so many complications and changes.
It is not necessary to wait until this discussion to decide the direction of the general trend.
Not to mention letting the matter of the Shen family's Gushan be exposed.
Amidst the undercurrents, the Shen family was once in a precarious situation and had to make drastic changes, sacrificing a lot of flesh.
And this was because he noticed it early and made the decision early.
If it were any slower, the Shen family would have encountered a catastrophe and would have been in danger.
At this point, the Shen family's ancestor knew very well that Mo Hua must have had some cause and effect with that person.
Elder Xun of Taixu Sect must also know this.
Precisely because he knew this, he planned and used ink painting as a "chess piece" to deal with the Qiandao Sect and even the reform of the four major sects.
The Shen family's ancestor sighed in his heart.
Misfortune lies where blessing lurks; blessing lies where misfortune lies.
For Emperor Qian Daozong, this child was originally a blessing, but because he rejected him, it turned into a "disaster".
The changing cause and effect is truly mysterious.
Ancestor Xun of Taixu Sect is indeed a master in this art. He was able to train a disciple with low-grade and medium-level spiritual roots into a master of formation art and cultivated him into a sharp sword against Qiandao Sect.
"But, that's all..."
The Shen family's ancestor was deep in thought.
After all, the Taixu Sect's foundation is somewhat weaker. Even though the three sects have merged, most of the top disciples are gone, and most of the remaining ones are just mediocre.
In the study of the Dao of Qian, the sword is the most respected, and discussing the sword is the most important thing.
This is a dead end for Taixu Sect.
And no matter how well the formation is drawn in this ink painting, it can only get first place in the formation.
"Just a leader in the battle array cannot save your Taixu Sect, which is a merger of three sects..."
The Shen family's ancestor smiled lightly, his eyes gloomy.
…
After Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate, he began to practice day after day.
After the New Year, time flies and more than a month has passed.
Mo Hua has finally begun his ninth year in Taixu Sect.
This is also his last year of practicing and seeking the truth in Taixu Sect.
And this year, he was finally going to participate in the largest event in Qianxuezhou, which included the four major sects, the eight major schools, the twelve schools, and even the hundreds of sects of Qianxue. Countless geniuses gathered, and thousands of Taoist methods competed. It was also a grand event that all disciples of the sects would only see once in their lifetime:
Qianxue Sword Discussion Conference.
(End of this chapter)