The disciples lived outside, in a remote mountain forest.
The ancient trees are towering with lush branches and leaves.
Mo Hua stands under the ancient tree.
This towering ancient tree happened to be the one he used to practice transforming his spiritual power into swords.
Hundreds of disciples gathered together and surrounded Mo Hua.
These were the junior fellow disciples of Taixu Sect that Cheng Mo had summoned following Mo Hua's instructions.
These disciples are certainly not all of them.
It is the last year of the sect's practice, and most of the disciples are very busy and have their own things to do.
Some practiced behind closed doors, some went out to hunt monsters, some practiced Taoism, some continued to take on bounties, and some delved into the art of Taoism such as formations, talismans, alchemy, and refining.
It was already quite good that Mo Hua was able to summon so many disciples at a temporary gathering.
Among these people, the vast majority are disciples from the Taixu Mountain lineage, with only a small number of disciples from the Tai'a Mountain and Chongxu Mountain lineages.
The disciples of Mount Taixu are from the same school as Mo Hua, have spent a long time together and have a deep friendship. They trust Mo Hua, their "junior brother", even more.
As long as Mo Hua calls out, most of the Taixu disciples will come over immediately as long as they are free.
Not long after the Tai'a and Chongxu sects were merged into the Taixu sect, the disciples of the two mountains became much more distant towards Mo Hua.
Of course, Mo Hua doesn't care either.
These disciples are enough for now.
In the grove, hundreds of disciples were standing or sitting, densely packed in a circle, all looking at the ink painting silently.
"Junior brother, what's the matter that brought you here?" someone asked.
The looks of others were also more or less filled with doubt.
Mo Hua got straight to the point and asked,
"Will you all go to the sword fighting competition?"
Some of the disciples nodded, while others shook their heads.
Mo Hua asked them, "Why not go?"
There was silence for a moment, and then someone said:
"Young Senior Brother, my foundation in cultivation is a little shallow, and my spiritual power circulation rate is low..."
"I'm not good at fighting..."
"My Taoism is not good enough."
"I don't know who to team up with..."
"The Sword Contest is a big event, and a grand occasion. With so many people watching, I... am a little nervous..."
"Yes, I don't have the strength to do that, so I won't go up and embarrass myself."
"If we lose in front of so many people, and if it's a disgrace to our sect, we will feel bad..."
The disciples had different opinions, and in the final analysis, they were either not confident, not good at fighting, or did not want to embarrass the sect.
After all, there are many disciples in the entire sect, and each of them has different qualifications and personalities.
Not everyone has the ability and nature to kill.
Mo Hua paused, and then said:
"You should know the winning rules of the sword fighting tournament."
"As long as we can win a game, even if it's just at the beginning, winning an insignificant game will accumulate a victory point for the sect."
The disciples nodded.
They still know this system.
only...
"One victory point... is really too... insignificant..." a disciple whispered.
Mo Hua shook his head and said, "Don't let a small kindness go unrewarded."
"It may seem like there is only one winning point, but as time goes by, a little bit of sand makes a tower. As long as more of them are accumulated, they will lay the foundation for the final victory."
"This is not a matter of victory points, but the contribution you make to the sect."
The ink painting has a sharp gaze:
"We are all members of the Taixu Sect, and we share the honor and disgrace with the sect."
"If Taixu Sect wants to prosper and become stronger, it cannot do without the efforts of every disciple."
"When you go to the Sword Contest, you are not just fighting for yourselves, but also for the honor and interests of the sect."
"Even if you lose, you still win with honor."
"Others may laugh at you, but the sect's ancestors, the head, and even all the elders will recognize your efforts and the hard work you have put into the sect."
"And if you win, even if you only win one game, or just a little bit, you will have made a real contribution to the victory of Taixu Sect."
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
"Victory is never achieved overnight, but is accumulated bit by bit..."
"The Taixu Sect is not just the Taixu Sect of one or two chosen ones, but the Taixu Sect of all disciples!"
"The strength of Taixu Sect depends on every disciple."
The tone of ink painting is sincere and goes straight to the heart.
Upon hearing this, the disciples were all shaken.
It's not that they don't want to participate in the sword fight, but they feel that their efforts are insignificant in front of the sword fight event with so many geniuses, so they feel hesitant.
Mo Hua knew it too.
Generally speaking, ordinary disciples are just "cannon fodder", and it really doesn't matter much whether they participate in the competition or not.
The sect will not force disciples to participate in the competition, it all depends on their willingness.
But things are different now.
After the three sects merged, the number of lower-level disciples in Taixu Sect has more than tripled.
And they just happened to have Mo Hua as their "junior brother".
"But, Junior Brother..." a disciple whispered, "I want to go, but I'm really too weak..."
"Besides, I don't know how to fight with others..."
"Yes, I haven't practiced it either…"
"If we really go up there, I guess we still won't win a single game..."
Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Haven't you ever fought with swords or hunted monsters?"
Everyone was stunned.
Mo Hua continued, "If you really don't know how to fight or how to win, then just treat the sword fight as a 'monster hunt'."
"You are not going to fight with swords, but to hunt five 'humanoid monsters'."
After hearing this, many disciples were no longer nervous.
They have never discussed sword fighting, but they are all familiar with hunting monsters.
Especially after Mo Hua standardized the "monster hunting" process, even if a disciple is not good at fighting or does not like fighting, as long as he follows the steps, he can kill one or two monsters in the Monster Refining Mountain and extract some fur in exchange for merit.
"But..." a disciple said, "Fighting with swords and hunting monsters are different, right?"
The monsters have thick skin and flesh and are very powerful, but their habits are fixed.
Monks are different, they are more flexible and have more thoughts.
One is against animals, the other is against humans. The ideas behind these two types of fighting are completely different.
Mo Hua said confidently, "Don't worry, I have thought about it all. When the time comes, you will do as I say, unify the formation, equip the formation, adapt the spiritual weapons, and strengthen the tactics."
"Just think of yourselves as Taoist soldiers. Don't be afraid, and keep your mind focused. Just follow orders. Winning is great, but losing doesn't matter. This is a sword fight, and no one will die."
After Mo Hua's enlightenment, everyone's eyes lit up involuntarily.
Seeing that they were full of fighting spirit, Mo Hua said with some excitement:
"All the disciples of the sects in Qianxuezhou only have one chance to fight in a sword contest in this life. I don't believe that you really want to give up this opportunity in your heart."
"Since you don't want to give up, then give it a try."
"There are many famous families in Qianxuezhou, and there are indeed many geniuses and masters."
"But no matter how good their aptitude, how high their cultivation, or how strong their strength, they are still just human beings, and are no more noble than you."
"Under the Way of Heaven, all living things are straw dogs."
"Since we are all straw dogs, who is more noble than who?"
"The road ahead is long, and a cultivator will encounter countless difficulties and obstacles in his life."
"We must not lose our determination to forge ahead, and we must not lose the courage to draw our swords against the strong."
"Besides, this is a sword fight. If you lose, you won't lose anything, but if you win, you'll make a lot of money!"
"Even if they are the prodigies from the four major sects, if we really run into them, we must do everything we can to bite off a piece of meat from them!"
These words speak volumes.
The disciples were filled with enthusiasm at the moment.
Some people had great ambitions in their hearts, and their eyes even turned red.
Mo Hua waited until they calmed down a little, then said in a deep voice: "And the most important point..."
He looked at everyone and said slowly:
"In this sword fight, we will definitely be 'encircled and suppressed' by the four major sects, and even other sects. The process will definitely be very difficult, but everyone, don't forget... this is a sword fight for the sect's reform!"
"In other words, this sword fight can determine the ranking of the sects!"
"If we can really defeat the four major sects, then our Taixu Sect will be one of the four major sects in the future!"
Mo Hua looked calmly at the whole audience and said word by word:
"Think about it... When we entered school, we were still disciples of the eight major sects. But when we graduated, we became the top four sect geniuses in Qianxuezhou!"
All the disciples were stunned.
Disciples of the four major sects of Qianxue!!
They had never thought about this question before.
It's not that I really can't think of it, but I just don't dare to think in this direction.
What kind of sects are the four great sects? How could it be so easy to enter the threshold of the four great sects?
Where in the world could such a good thing happen?
But now that Mo Hua said this, the "ambitions" hidden in their hearts were like weeds blown by the spring breeze, spreading and growing non-stop.
Mo Hua's tone was somewhat sharp: "To put it bluntly, with our qualifications, we are actually not qualified to join the four major sects..."
"Since I can't join the four major sects..."
Mo Hua's tone was clear and steady, and for a moment his eyes were bright and brilliant like stars, "Then rely on your own efforts to make our sect one of the four major sects!"
These words are like the morning bell and evening drum, shocking the heart.
The Taixu Sect disciples around them felt a tightness in their chests, and then an endless desire to fight, like a raging fire, burst out from their chests.
Rely on your own efforts to make the sect one of the four major sects!
Not only these disciples, but also some Taixu Sect elders who were eavesdropping in the distance were stunned.
Their hearts were also beating fast.
What Mo Hua said also applies to elders like them.
To put it bluntly, elders like them are not qualified to join the four major sects.
Some of them are unable to cross the threshold of the four major sects due to their family background, cultivation, and lack of ability.
Some are because their family is tied to the Taixu Sect, so they can only be elders of the Taixu Sect for generations.
No matter how high their cultivation is, as long as they have even a little sense of shame, they will never betray their family and turn to join the four major sects.
In this lifetime, they will never have the chance to be given the title of "Four Great Sect Elders".
But Mo Hua is right.
If Taixu Sect becomes one of the four major sects...
Then, these elders who were originally ranked among the eight major sects can directly upgrade on the spot and become elders of the four major sects!
This is truly... a blessing that even the smoke from our ancestors' graves cannot match!
The elders of Taixu Sect all looked at each other in disbelief.
In the attic further away.
Sect Leader Taixu was also distracted for a moment.
He was actually eavesdropping too.
After all, Mo Hua suddenly gathered so many disciples together. Not only the elders were worried, but he, as the head of the sect, also had to keep an eye on them to prevent any trouble.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Therefore, he heard everything Mo Hua said.
Sect Leader Taixu was stunned for a moment and sighed in his heart:
I don't know what's wrong with this kid Mo Hua's mouth. He speaks so eloquently that even I, a sect leader at the Yuhua realm, can get my blood boiling with his words.
After all, Taixu Sect might become one of the four major sects.
He, the head of Taixu, is the head of the four major sects.
This was really unexpected and it was a sudden success.
Of course, he knew in his heart that these words of Mo Hua were just nice to say, but it was not easy to actually do them.
If the position of the Four Great Sects is really so easy to fight for, are they still the Four Great Sects?
Mo Hua is just making big promises for his fellow disciples...
Sect Leader Taixu shook his head.
However, looking at the young and hopeful faces in the forest, Sect Leader Taixu was still deeply touched.
No matter what the outcome of this sword fight is.
These disciples may all become the seeds of Taixu Sect.
One day in the future, they will be scattered across the land of Kyushu and will thrive and grow into a large lush forest.
He turned his head again and looked at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua stood under the big tree.
His thin figure was hidden by branches and leaves, but his aura was faintly integrated with the towering ancient trees behind him.
In a trance, the ink painting seemed to be the giant tree that reached from sky to earth, shading the entire forest and covering the entire Taixu Mountain.
"Tree..."
Sect Leader Taixu's pupils shrank.
That night, the long night was like day, and the scene of the towering sacred trees, like thousands of trees and flowers, blocking out the vast sky, came to my mind again.
Sect Leader Taixu was shocked and looked at the ink painting in disbelief.
After watching for a while, he rubbed his forehead and murmured:
"I've been thinking too much these days, and I always have wild thoughts. What does this have to do with anything..."
Mo Hua just stood under the tree for a while, what does it have to do with the mysterious vision of the sacred tree that he saw that day...
Sect Leader Taixu shook his head.
In the woods, Mo Hua looked at the people who were full of fighting spirit, nodded with satisfaction, and finally said:
"I have arranged the tactics, you just do as I say."
"In the world of Qianxuezhou, there are countless geniuses. It is not necessary to stand out from the crowd, make a big splash, and win the championship to win."
"What we have to do is to do our best. Even if we only win one game, it's still a win."
"As long as we win one match, even if it's a trivial victory, it will lay the foundation for the final victory of Taixu Sect."
"The more you win, the more Taixu Sect will climb towards the position of the Four Great Sects."
"This is not only for you, but also for the sect!"
"From now on, we will begin preparations. Three months later, we will aim at Lundao Mountain and challenge the four major sects!"
After Mo Hua finished speaking, the crowd was excited.
The junior brothers of Taixu Sect all had their eyes blazing with fire and their fighting spirit boiling. They shouted, "Yes, junior brother!"
Hundreds of people were full of energy and enthusiasm, their voices shook Lin Yue.
The elders who were watching from the sidelines were stunned and felt it was incredible.
Mo Hua's reputation among disciples and his appeal are somewhat "beyond reach" for the elders of the Taixu Sect.
While Master Taixu's emotions were fluctuating, he was looking at the ink painting with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
…
After that, the ink painting began to be planned in full swing.
Everyone can say nice things, but the key is how to do them.
The first is the issue of team formation.
The sword fighting competition is a five-person competition with no substitutes. If there are fewer people or a member is missing, then you can only go four against five.
This is also a warning to the disciples.
The fighting in the real monastic world is always cruel, it is never truly "fair", and no one will wait for you to be ready.
If they can't even guarantee full capacity, then they deserve to fail in the sword fight.
Since it is five against five, the team composition is very important.
In previous team formations, except for the top disciples, most of them adhered to the principle of "autonomy and voluntariness".
Fellow disciples with similar cultivation and deep friendship form a team.
This has both advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage is that they have a better understanding of each other, but the disadvantage is that their cultivation systems are not complementary enough and cannot exert stronger combat power.
Mo Hua simply disrupted the teaming of most of the disciples and re-arranged them.
Based on strength, and the relationship between disciples as a reference.
At the same time, the most important thing is to make the disciples complement each other and have a miraculous effect in battle, and then cooperate with the corresponding formations and spiritual weapons to achieve the effect of one plus one being greater than two...
Some disciples are aware of these things, but they cannot do them themselves.
Some people can't let go of their good friends;
Some of them have poor communication skills and cannot find other teammates;
some disciples are confused about their own abilities and have no idea who to team up with.
Their practice has always been individual and lacks coordination.
Therefore, they cannot do this kind of unified team formation on their own.
Similarly, the elders of Taixu Sect couldn't do it either.
Because they are elders, there is a generation gap between them and their disciples, and they lack a true and genuine understanding of the vast majority of disciples.
Without understanding the situation, it would be difficult for them to form a team.
If a match is forced, either the team will not be compatible or resentment will arise between the disciples.
However, their time and energy are limited, and most of their attention is focused on those gifted ones.
Therefore, this kind of large-scale coordination among all disciples of the sect can only be done by Mo Hua.
He is the younger senior brother, and they live and practice together every day. They are very close and familiar with each other. What's more, his words are effective and he has high prestige.
Previously, his disciples had used the tactics he set when hunting monsters.
The disciples offered rewards, and many of the strategies were also his ideas.
What these ink paintings have done in the past, bit by bit, now lays the foundation for Taixu Sect's swordplay.
Mo Hua also combines actual combat with assigning teams to disciples, which involves many considerations.
First, there needs to be a front row that uses a shield as a magic weapon, or an earth-type cultivator with thick skin and flesh to attract fire.
Secondly, there must be one or two vanguards, either sword cultivators or physical cultivators, with a balanced offense and defense, and good at charging.
Then, there needs to be a spiritual practitioner, or a sword practitioner who cultivates sword energy, who is responsible for using Taoist magic to kill from a distance.
Finally, add a functional monk.
This disciple must have certain special skills, such as being good at reconnaissance, sneak attacks, control spells, etc.
This is what makes a complete team.
It can advance or retreat, attack or defend, and can handle most battle situations.
Of course, this is a team that can only be formed by disciples with good strength.
There are also some disciples who are not good at killing, their cultivation is not strong enough, their interpersonal relationships are relatively narrow, and their own abilities are not outstanding. They can only "muddle through" and try their luck.
Ink painting is paired with some "weird" teams.
For example, the "fast run" team.
All five of them are good at physical skills. If they can't win, they will run away. If they can draw, they will draw. If they are lucky, they can even win a game.
There is also the "unbeatable" team.
They are all physical cultivators with no other special features except for their thick skin and flesh, and their purpose is to "consume" others.
The ink painting is also accompanied by some "cleaver teams".
The Tai'a, Chongxu and Taixu sects all practice swordsmanship.
Even in the entire Qianxuezhou, most of the disciples practice swordsmanship.
Otherwise, the Qianxue duel would not be called a "Sword Debate" meeting.
But in this case, there will be too many sword cultivators, there will be redundant personnel, and the team will not be balanced.
Among these sword cultivators, many are "reckless men" like Cheng Mo.
Apart from being a swordsman, he has no other special skills. He is difficult to position himself, unwilling to use his brain, and very reckless.
Tactics didn't work for them.
They are also unable to execute more complex tactics.
Mo Hua can only put them together to form a "cleaver team" and then say to them:
"When fighting with swords, don't think too much. Don't care about winning or losing, just chop down whoever you see, no matter how badly you chop them..."
This sentence is easy to understand, simple to practice, and very passionate.
A group of sword cultivators shouted,
"Young Senior Brother is so smart!"
In addition, there are some strange teams whose main strategy is to "take the opponent by surprise" and win every game they can.
As long as you win one game, you win.
After the team was roughly decided, Mo Hua made a few adjustments based on the wishes of his disciples, and after making sure that there were generally no problems, he began the formal drill.
At this time, the head of Taixu Sect also brought a young man with his head held high and his chest puffed out to the front of Mozhao and introduced him:
"Mo Hua, this is the genius disciple of this Tai'a Mountain lineage, Ouyang Xuan, whom I told you about before."
(End of this chapter)