Chapter 1016 Encounter
Mount Taixu is covered with thick sunset glow and shrouded in mist.
Mo Hua was taking Zhang Lan for a stroll in the mountains, telling him about the history of Taixu Sect, the old monastery sites, the quaint buildings, and the beautiful mountain and river scenery.
Zhang Lan was somewhat shocked.
What shocked him was not entirely the long history, profound heritage, demeanor of the disciples, the magnificent mountain scenery, and various scenic spots of the fifth-grade Taixu Sect...
These were of course shocking, but what really shocked him was that he could actually enter the gate of Taixu Sect?
It was during the sword-fighting conference, and there were so many monks gathered outside the mountain gate.
Some of those monks had high levels of cultivation, some had extraordinary backgrounds, and some were of imposing bearing, but without exception, they were all stopped outside the door.
Zhang Lan was originally the same.
The sect's rules are very strict. The elders who guard the mountain and the inner disciples are impartial and will not tolerate any negotiation.
But when Mo Hua arrived at the door, he just smiled and called out a few words, "Elder" and "Senior Brother", and said, "This is an uncle I have a very good relationship with."
The man guarding the mountain let him go without saying a word.
The disciples guarding the mountain saluted Zhang Lan.
The elder guarding the mountain actually nodded to Zhang Lan.
When you get to Taixu Gate, things are even more outrageous.
Almost all the disciples along the way would call Mo Hua "Senior Brother" or "Junior Brother" when they met him.
All the elders along the way would nod and greet Mo Hua familiarly.
Some elders even greeted Mo Hua first, and Mo Hua then greeted them with a smile.
Zhang Lan almost thought he was dreaming.
If he didn't know Mo Hua's background, he would almost think that Taixu Sect was opened by him, Mo Hua.
In a powerful fifth-grade sect, the one who can enjoy such treatment must be either a small ancestor, or at least a small leader, right?
Zhang Lan looked at the Mo Hua silently.
He knew long ago that Mo Hua was popular and sociable, and that he could do well wherever he went.
But to be able to "get by" to this point is somewhat impressive and has exceeded the limits of his imagination.
As they walked, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle Zhang, you haven't eaten yet, right?"
Zhang Lan nodded.
Mo Hua was very generous: "I'll treat you!"
In Taixu Sect, the place for disciples to eat is the disciples' dining hall.
But disciples live in places like this, and only disciples can go there, and "outsiders" are really not allowed.
Even if it is Mo Hua, it does not have such great authority.
The greatest authority he had was to bring the leader's big white dog into the dining hall to eat for free.
But that was the master's dog.
He couldn't make an exception for Uncle Zhang.
Mo Hua went to the dining hall, bought some wine and meat, brought them out, and then led Zhang Lan to a mountain with a quiet environment and beautiful scenery on the right mountain of Taixu Gate.
They found a large rock and placed some good wine and meat on a blanket.
The two of them sat on the ground, facing the sunset sky and the setting sun mountains in front of them, a beautiful scene, eating meat, drinking wine, and chatting about the past.
In this situation, Zhang Lan was in a trance, and he felt as if he was still in Tongxian City, in the tavern of Mo Hua, skipping work without a worry, drinking wine, eating meat, chatting with Mo Hua, listening to the monster hunters talking about interesting things in the mountains, waiting for the sunset to set and the sunset glow to dye the gate red.
But in the blink of an eye, Taixu Gate appeared before his eyes again.
The one who drank and ate meat with him was the Taixu Sect's sword-fighting genius and the leader in formation, a handsome and extraordinary young boy.
After ten years, it seems like just yesterday. The appearance of the ink paintings has changed, but his gestures are still sincere and natural, as if nothing has changed.
Those who practice Taoism never change their original intention and their innocent heart never changes.
Zhang Lan was filled with emotion.
Influenced by the temperament of Mo Hua, he naturally felt much more relaxed.
The Mo Hua is no longer the same Mo Hua, but it seems to be the same Mo Hua.
Mo Hua also glanced at Zhang Lan.
I found that this lazy Uncle Zhang seemed to have become much more "honest", not as idle as he was in Tongxian City, and had grown up a lot...
Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded with relief.
But at the same time, he was also a little surprised:
"Uncle Zhang, have you formed a pill?"
Zhang Lan nodded, "Yeah, good luck."
Mo Hua frowned, very confused.
He remembered clearly that Uncle Zhang was just starting to practice Qi when he was in Tongxian City.
Later, after killing the big monster, Uncle Zhang was forced to break through the realm and become a foundation-building person.
But now, after so many years, he has already formed a pill?
This is somewhat outrageous.
Mo Hua couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Zhang, is there something wrong with your cultivation?"
Zhang Lan was a little annoyed, "What's the problem with cultivation?"
Seeing that Mo Hua still didn't believe him, he felt helpless and explained:
"Didn't I tell you that I have good aptitude? I was not satisfied with the marriage arranged by my family before, so I was stuck in Qi Refining and went to a remote place to be a prefect in order to live a quiet life."
"After I broke through the foundation building, I had no choice but to return to my clan."
"After I returned to China, my father arranged a marriage for me. I disagreed. My father is a conservative person and said that unless I reach the state of Dan and have the ability to be independent, this marriage must be concluded."
"I could only retreat and practice hard every day, breaking through one realm after another until I reached the peak of foundation building, and then formed a pill. I was lucky to succeed in my first try..."
Mo Hua was completely shocked.
Uncle Zhang was a man who was still practicing Qi in his thirties in order to escape his marriage.
And he was trying to escape marriage, he could form a pill in his forties?!
Mo Hua was shocked to see Zhang Lan as a god.
He couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Zhang, what if your father asked you to cultivate to the state of immortality, or you would have to marry someone, then wouldn't you be able to achieve immortality right here?"
Zhang Lan was so angry that he couldn't help but glared at Mo Hua:
"You kid, you are talking nonsense again. Is metamorphosis such a simple thing?"
"My father is my father. He is just stubborn, but he is not really without common sense. How could he really force me to transform into a fairy?"
"He has been cultivating for his entire life, and has endured hundreds of years of painstaking efforts. He was lucky enough to achieve enlightenment with a little help from his spiritual connection."
"When you reach the stage of metamorphosis, you are a real person."
"He knows better than anyone how difficult it is to reach the Yuhua realm. How could he really force me to..."
At this point, Zhang Lan paused, feeling relieved and a little emotional:
"In fact, let alone becoming a fairy, it is also very difficult to achieve the golden elixir. To a large extent, it depends on whether the heaven favors you."
"Once your luck is too bad, you will fail no matter how hard you try to form a pill. Many people get stuck here, and it lasts their entire lives."
"I was worried that the Golden Core was too difficult to achieve. If I couldn't break through, I would be helpless, so I was stuck in the Qi Refining Stage."
"If Tongxian City hadn't been in trouble, I wouldn't have been able to break through the foundation building stage so easily."
"But fortunately, everything is predestined. I can say that it is a blessing in disguise. I pushed myself and pushed myself to the Golden Elixir stage…"
Zhang Lan was lying on the boulder with his arms as a pillow and his legs crossed. He was visibly becoming lazy again, and his tone was also lazily:
"Thirty years old is an advanced age for practicing Qi."
"If you can achieve the Dan at the age of 40, you will definitely be a young talent and have plenty of time."
"I can also live a more leisurely life..."
Mo Hua also imitated Zhang Lan, resting his head on his arms, crossing his legs, and lying lazily, saying enviously:
"That's great... I still don't know when I can form a pill..."
Zhang Lan didn't care. "You are now the prodigy of Taixu Sect. You have the support of the sect, you have no shortage of inheritance, you have no shortage of guidance from seniors, and you have so many elders looking after you. Do you still need to worry about forming a pill?"
Mo Hua sighed, "This has nothing to do with inheritance. Uncle Zhang, you also said that things like Dan formation depend on one's luck."
"Whether my luck is good or bad depends entirely on whether Heaven is looking after me. If Heaven is not looking after me, then it will be very difficult..."
Zhang Lan nodded, "That's true..."
He is lucky, but that doesn't mean Mo Hua will also be lucky.
He actually hoped that Mo Hua would have good luck too.
But matters like this are under the jurisdiction of Heaven, and Heaven will never listen to him.
Zhang Lan thought deeply about it, and then sighed helplessly, "I can't help you with this..."
"If it were before, I could still get some inheritance experience from the Zhang family and give it to you for reference..."
"But now, you are already a disciple of Taixu Sect. Taixu Sect has a profound foundation and a long tradition. You should not need the traditions of my Zhang family..."
When Zhang Lan said this, his heart suddenly startled and he immediately sat up straight, all his leisurely mood gone.
He almost forgot!
The Water-passing Step!
This is the big deal!
Mo Hua was a little surprised to see him startled.
Zhang Lan had a serious face and asked Mo Hua for a confession: "Mo Hua, do you still remember how you got the Water-passing Step?"
Mo Hua nodded: "A kind uncle who passed by left it to me."
"Don't say anything wrong. If you say something wrong, I might die." Zhang Lan's face was tense.
Mo Hua was puzzled, "Is it that serious?"
Zhang Lan nodded: "I didn't have it before, but now I have it, and it's very serious!"
Originally, he was just a manager in a remote small fairy city. By chance, he taught an ordinary little cultivator a little bit of his Zhang family's unique body skills.
But now the meaning is different. He "betrayed" his Zhang family's unique body skills to the top genius of this session of Taixu Sect.
Still, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he was seen by the Great Elder.
This is fatal.
During the day, Zhang Lan listened to the conversation between Elder Feng and the Great Elder from beginning to end.
At that time, in front of Elder Feng, the Great Elder Zhang, carrying someone in a fancy sedan chair, praised the genius of the Feng family and praised his Wind-Stepping Step and Wind-Swimming Step, saying how unique they were.
Then, the Tafengbu of Xiaoyao Sect and the Youfengbu of Feng Family were suppressed by Mo Hua in full view of everyone.
What he learned in Mo Hua was the Zhang family's style of flowing water.
It would be better if Elder Feng didn't know about this.
If he knew, he would definitely think that Elder Zhang was being sarcastic to him.
On the surface, he praised how outstanding the Feng family's genius was and how extraordinary his body skills were, but he turned around and passed on the Zhang family's unique body skills to others, allowing a disciple of the Taixu Sect to surpass the Feng family.
It would be strange if Elder Feng didn't get angry to death.
Even if he doesn't say it openly, he must have some resentment in his heart.
Even the Zhang family and the Feng family may have grudges against each other.
Therefore, the secret of the Flowing Water Step must not be revealed.
This is not Zhang Lan. He doesn't want to eat bran and kneel in the ancestral temple.
It was actually because of the more than two hundred years of friendship between the Great Elder and Elder Feng, as well as the generations-long friendship between the Zhang family and the Feng family.
Zhang Lan's expression was as firm as the rocks of Mount Taixu:
"Don't tell anyone!"
Mo Hua felt the heavy weight of cause and effect here and nodded seriously: "Don't worry, I won't tell you even if you kill me."
"good!"
After confirming Mo Hua's determined look, Zhang Lan finally felt relieved and turned into "lazy" mode again, drinking while looking at the mountain scenery.
Afterwards, the two chatted about some past events in Tongxian City.
Zhang Lan also asked about Mo Hua's recent situation.
I learned that Mo Hua was busy with daily cultivation, practicing Taoism, and drawing formations, but everything else was fine...
Whether it is a sect or not, fellow disciples are friendly, elders are kind, and the head and ancestors are also very kind.
Zhang Lan was completely relieved.
Of course, he also took the time to ask some other questions that really bothered him, such as:
"Your spiritual awareness has really reached the peak of the nineteenth level?"
"You really defeated the four major sects and won the first place in the formation when you were in the middle stage of foundation building?"
"Are you really the grandson of the Taixu Sect's ancestor?"
"Is he the illegitimate son of Sect Leader Taixu?"
"I heard that you used the fireball technique to blow the head off the most beautiful girl in Zixia Sect?"
…
Mo Hua answered most of the questions truthfully.
For example, he is really the leader in formation.
He really relied on his "hard power" to suppress the four major sects and thus got the first place in the array discussion. There was no favoritism or fraud, and no secret manipulation.
Also, he is not the illegitimate son of Master Taixu.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
He is not the grandson of Patriarch Taixu.
Besides, it was not his intention to use the fireball technique to explode the head of the most beautiful woman in Zixia Sect.
He was so focused on the sword fight that he really didn't recognize him.
Nor was he trying to attract the fairy's attention with his coldness...
Of course, Mo Hua also told a little lie on some issues.
For example, his spiritual consciousness is no longer at the peak of the nineteenth level, but has already reached the twenty-line golden elixir level.
But this kind of thing was somewhat shocking. In addition, the ancestor had repeatedly warned him not to do so, so Mo Hua couldn't say it out loud.
…
The two chatted like this, like old acquaintances or good friends, until the sun set, the evening glow faded, and night fell. In the Taixu Mountain, tiny lights lit up, and the air was ethereal and bright, like a fairyland in the sky.
Zhang Lan stood up and said goodbye.
Mo Hua tried to persuade him to stay.
Zhang Lan shook his head: "If you go back late, you will be blamed by the elder. What's more, you have to concentrate on the sword discussion and cannot be disturbed."
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and could only nod.
Uncle Zhang is telling the truth.
The sword fight was indeed very busy.
Especially since he has a special identity and a lot of hidden cards, once they are exposed to the public, he will inevitably be targeted. For every sword fight, he has to spend a lot of time thinking about countermeasures, making plans, and preparing for the future.
This is the only way to win one game at a time.
"Uncle Zhang, will you stay in Qianxuezhou for a while?"
"Yes," Zhang Lan nodded, "until the sword fight is over."
Mo Hua smiled and said, "Well, after the sword fight, I will treat you to some wine and meat."
Zhang Lan also smiled and nodded, "Okay."
The night grew darker, and Zhang Lan set off. Mo Hua accompanied him all the way to the gate of Taixu Mountain.
Before leaving, Zhang Lan suddenly thought of something and said, "Mo Hua, you...be careful..."
Mo Hua was startled, not quite understanding, "Be careful about what?"
Zhang Lan hesitated for a moment and asked, "When you discuss swordplay... do you prefer to use low-level spells..."
Mo Hua nodded, as if it was a matter of course, "I only know low-level spells, so of course I can only use low-level spells."
"Then you can use Fireball to finish off the enemy..."
"It saves time and effort, and is fast and convenient."
"Then your concealment technique..."
"They want to kill me, so of course I have to use the art of concealment to escape, otherwise I will be killed."
"Then play hide-and-seek with cryptic techniques..."
"Slow down the time, so that when Xiaoxiao and the others are free, we can kill them all and win..."
Zhang Lan was stunned.
What Mo Hua said was indeed reasonable, but he had no idea how much psychological trauma his "natural" behavior had caused to the disciples who were debating swordsmanship.
It even made many viewers so angry that they vomited blood.
In the spectator seats, there were voices of "condemnation" against the "sinful" Mo Hua.
But Zhang Lan didn't know what to say about this matter.
After a moment, he sighed and thought:
Never mind, if you are not envied by others, you are a mediocre person.
If you want to achieve something in spiritual practice and want to be praised by others, you will inevitably be slandered by others.
It is impossible for those who achieve great things not to be envied, and it is even more impossible not to be slandered.
"I will always be in the audience, watching you display your prowess in the sword fight!" Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua with a gentle expression and encouraged him.
Mo Hua also smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
Then, under the night sky, the two said goodbye.
Zhang Lan walked down the mountain.
The Mo Hua remains on the mountain.
Those who came down the mountain were filled with joy, admiration and disbelief.
Those who stayed in the mountain also felt warmth and joy in their hearts.
There are always some warm encounters on the long journey of monasticism.
In the vast sea of people, there will always be someone who cares about you silently.
Mo Hua looked at Zhang Lan who was walking away, a kind smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were bright and brilliant.
After Zhang Lan's figure disappeared in the distance, he turned around and returned to Taixu Gate...
Of course, some people care about Mo Hua.
Naturally, there are people who hate him.
Of course, there were also those who hated him.
Many cared about him, but naturally, even more people hated him.
Within the borders of Qianxue State, across various sects—
A mysterious "organization" was quietly taking shape.
A special communication token was being secretly circulated.
This token bore a chilling, murderous name—
"Slaughter Mo Order."
.
Every disciple who obtains this "Slaughter Mo Order" can join this mysterious organization as long as they have certain causes and effects and reach an agreed covenant.
All disciples who hold the "Slaughter Mo Order" can communicate with the same Yuan magnetic base array through the token.
Children of allies can exchange letters with each other.
At this time, members filled with anger and hatred joined the alliance anonymously.
Within the Slaughter Mo Order, streaks of magnetic patterns manifested into words…
"A Canglang Sword joins the alliance..."
"I, sworn enemy of Fireball Technique, join the alliance..."
"A Nameless One joins the alliance..."
"Water Prison Technique must die, joins the alliance..."
"First Fairy of Zixia joins the alliance..."
"Whoever practices Concealment is a dog, joins the alliance..."
"A Boy Like the Wind joins the alliance..."
...
"Big Fool joins the alliance..."
Everyone: "..."
The name instantly silenced the Slaughter Mo Order.
Someone asked: "Shi Tiangang?"
Big Fool:"Yes."
Everyone: "..."
Water Prison Technique Must Die:"You didn't have to be so direct. You could've been a little more subtle, at least use an alias..."
Big Fool:"I used an alias."
Everyone: "..."
Water Prison Technique Must Die:"I mean, you could've chosen a different kind of alias… something less... blunt?"
Big Fool:"No need."
Big Fool:"I'll use this name as my resolve, to push myself forward, to endure hardship, to never forget my deep-seated blood feud..."
Big Fool:"I will not rest until Mo Hua is dead!"
Nameless One:"Good! I respect that!"
A Boy Like the Wind:"Count me in."
A Canglang Sword:"I can lend my strength."
First Fairy of Zixia:"If you need spirit stones, let me know."
Sworn Enemy of Fireball Technique:"Swear to kill Mo Hua!"
...
…
The crowd was excited and all were posting:
"Damn Mo Hua!"
"Swear to kill Mo Hua!"
"I can never reconcile with Mo Hua!"
"If you don't kill Mo Hua once, your life will be wasted!"
"If I don't kill Mo Hua once, I will never marry!"
…
After a while, the Yuan Magnetic Waves suddenly fluctuated, causing the Magnetic Patterns to fail.
For the moment, no one could send messages.
Then, a completely anonymous figure—whose name appeared as a mass of pitch-black Magnetic Ink—sent a transmission to everyone. The message, written in bold magnetic ink, was solemn and imposing:
"The Slaughter Mo Alliance is officially founded today.
Alliance Oath: Mo Hua must die!
Purpose: Swear to kill Mo Hua!
Token: Slaughter Mo Order.
Entry Requirement: Irreconcilable hatred toward Mo Hua!
Current Mission:
At the Sword Conference, before the eyes of all, kill Mo Hua once.
No restrictions on identity. No restrictions on cultivation. No restrictions on methods. As long as he dies!
Whoever slays Mo Hua with their own hands shall be named Alliance Leader, revered by all.
Their achievement shall be engraved in the hearts of many, to be remembered for eternity!"**
...
For a moment, all holders of the "Slaughter Mo Order" felt a raging fire ignite in their hearts.
(End of this chapter)