Halfway through the sentence, it suddenly felt cold and immediately smiled, "No, no, you didn't bully me..."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and what came to his mind was the majestic and awe-inspiring appearance of Huangshanjun in the past. Then he looked at its current desolate appearance, and it was still a bit unbelievable.

Huang Shanjun seemed to see what Mo Hua was thinking, and sighed:

"Most of the existences in the world, whether they are humans, monsters or gods, are puppets of strength, fame, wealth, power and status."

"This is especially true for people."

"A beggar becomes an emperor, and with the blessing of power, he has the appearance of an emperor;"

"An emperor has become a beggar. Without power, he can only beg for mercy."

"People who are truly transcendent of external objects, unbridled by power and fame, and have extraordinary thoughts have always been rare..."

"I, the mountain god, am the same."

"Back then, when my spiritual thoughts were strong and I had boundless power, I was naturally majestic..."

"But it's not me who is majestic, but the mighty force of heaven and earth that uses me as a 'puppet'..."

"Later, my cultivation was cut off by a sword. Without that great power, I was just myself, a poor little mountain god. I could only live like this now, hanging my tail between my legs..."

The expression in the ink painting is astonishing. He laments Huangshanjun's transparency and feels pitiful for Huangshanjun.

The "sympathetic" look in Mr. Huang's ink painting made Huangshan Jun feel uncomfortable all over, and he had to say:

"You came to me not specifically to expose scars..."

Mo Hua nodded, "That's natural, I'm not so free..."

Huangshan Jun's eyelids twitched, with a helpless expression on his face.

This child has an innocent look on his face, but when he speaks, he always feels very sad...

Huangshan Jun sighed:

"What's the matter with you? Just ask if you want..."

Finish asking early and go back early.

Huang Shanjun wanted to send Mo Hua away.

Mo Hua immediately said: "Can you teach me the way to kill you, the sword technique of turning spiritual thoughts into swords?"

Huangshan Jun muttered: "I told you, I don't know how to..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Although you don't know how to do it, your spiritual thoughts are so strong and you have been hacked by yourself. You must know the principle of turning your spiritual thoughts into a sword. You probably also know how to cultivate this sword of spiritual thoughts!"

"I have no idea……"

"No, you know!" Mo Hua's eyes were bright and his tone was determined.

Huangshan Jun was looked at by Mo Hua's big and discerning eyes and felt a headache.

It felt that it had never encountered such a difficult little ancestor in its life...

"That's all, I'll just tell you..."

Huangshan Jun compromised.

If you tell me earlier, you will be freed sooner. If you don't tell me, you don't know how long you will be remembered...

Huangshan Jun seemed to be remembering the past, his expression was slightly restrained, his eyes were solemn and he said:

"This sword art is called..."

"Taixu Divine Thought Transforms into a True Sword Technique!"

Huang Shanjun's tone was frustrated. After he finished reading, he glanced at Mo Hua. Seeing that he didn't look surprised, he was stunned for a moment and said, "You know?"

"Yeah!" Mo Hua said.

"How do you know?"

Mo Hua jumped off the altar, opened his arms, and showed Mr. Huangshan his black and white, elegant Taoist robe:

"Guess what sect's Taoist robe I'm wearing?"

Huangshan Jun stared at it, suddenly startled, and opened his mouth, "It can't be..."

Mo Hua smiled and said: "The Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, Taixu Sect... is the 'Taixu' of the 'Taixu Spiritual Mind Transformation Sword True Technique'."

Mr. Huangshan felt bitter in his heart.

It felt that the Taoist robe painted in Mo looked familiar. When he said it, he realized that it was indeed the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect.

This little ancestor wore the same sect's robes as the man who killed him back then!

However, what Mo Hua is wearing is the original disciple's Taoist robe.

The styles and patterns are much simpler, and there are more black and less white. Unlike that person back then, who was almost dressed in white, I didn't recognize it until now...

Huangshan Jun's eyes were filled with resentment, "You are a disciple of the Taixu Sect. You can just learn it yourself. Why bother asking me?"

"The sect doesn't have it, I can't find it..."

Mo Hua said, and then thought for a moment, "It's also possible that my level is too low, my authority is not enough, and I can't learn..."

Huangshan Jun was silent, not wanting to say anything.

Mo Hua said: "Just tell me, I owe you a favor."

"What's the use of your favor..."

Huangshan Jun murmured in his heart, but he was still very honest, "Okay, I'll tell you..."

Mo Hua jumped up to the altar again, sat cross-legged, and listened quietly.

Huangshan Jun sighed, "I am a mountain god, and my spiritual thoughts are different from those of ordinary monks, so my understanding of spiritual thoughts must be deeper..."

"Back then, I was fighting with the Taixu Sect sword cultivator. During the exchange, I was cut all over my body by the divine sword energy. I also understood a little bit about the mystery of this sword art..."

"The sword art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords is different from ordinary sword art."

"Generally speaking, the sword technique is to inject the spiritual power of the whole body into the spiritual sword, condense it into 'sword energy', and then kill the enemy with the sharp sword energy."

"The transformation of spiritual thoughts into swords is different. It requires condensing spiritual thoughts on top of sword energy to manifest the formless, yet infinitely mysterious 'sword intent'..."

"You must use sword energy as the cornerstone and temper the charm with sword intent to exert extremely powerful power. You can cut tangible things, and you can also cut invisible gods!"

"in short……"

"In general, when wielding a sword, the sword is forged and the sword spirit is cultivated."

"The purpose of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords is to go one step beyond sword energy and cultivate sword intent."

"Both are indispensable. Only when the sword energy is cultivated to the extreme can the sword intention be cultivated. With the blessing of the sword intention, the sword energy can be indestructible and kill in all directions!"

There was a hint of arrogance in Huangshan Jun's eyes:

"If it weren't for this gate, Taixu's spiritual thoughts can be transformed into swords, which can turn from real to virtual, and use the tangible sword to kill the invisible god, there may not be anyone in this world who can do anything to defeat me..."

Mo Hua considered:

"Then you...don't you become a 'evil'?"

Huangshan Jun felt a chill in his heart, was shocked, and looked even more unbelievable:

"You...how do you know?!"

Mo Hua nodded, "I've seen how evil people are raised like this..."

Moreover, I have also killed evildoers!

However, this kind of thing is somewhat taboo and difficult to say out loud...

Despite this, Huangshan Jun still took a breath of cold air.

It feels more and more that Mo Hua, the little ancestor, cannot be offended.

Huangshan Jun immediately calmed down his arrogant expression.

I can't brag anymore.

If you brag again, your skin will be blown, and if this little ancestor sees something wrong again, it will be bad...

Mo Hua didn't notice the subtle expression on Huangshan Jun's face, but pondered in his mind about turning his spiritual thoughts into swords:

"You must first cultivate the sword energy, cultivate the sword energy to the extreme, then turn from the real to the virtual, cultivate the sword intention, and the sword intention merges with the sword energy, then you can practice the 'Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Sword True Art'..."

Mo Hua was disappointed.

"If I don't do sword cultivation and practice sword energy, wouldn't I be able to learn how to transform my sword into a sword with my spiritual thoughts?"

Huangshan Jun nodded and said, "This is natural."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Suppose I don't cultivate sword energy, but my spiritual consciousness is strong enough, and I can directly transform my spiritual thoughts into sword intent. Is this okay?"

Huang Shanjun thought the ink paintings were whimsical and said angrily:

"If you don't cultivate sword energy anymore, where will you get sword energy from?"

"You are a formation master. If you don't draw formations, can you understand the principles of formations?"
To be continued...