"How is it possible..."

Mo Hua said in a deep voice: "Then do you know how the monks outside the sect kill people? What methods do those sinful, evil, and demonic cultivators use in order to collect nourishment, absorb souls, suck blood, and practice evil arts?

?”

Linghuxiao was a little silent when Mo Hua asked.

Although he had done a few bounties, the number of times he went out was not that many, and he came into contact with very few real evil cultivators with heinous crimes.

Mo Hua curled his lips and said, "If those evil monks want to kill you, they will naturally use whatever means they have, whether it is despicable or shameless, will they care?"

"You were killed by them and cut into pieces. The blood was used to draw formations and the meat was used to feed the demons. Your 'sword heart' was also dug out and used as a medicine to make an evil elixir...

…”

"Even the soul was eaten..."

"At this time, do you want to reason with them? Do you want to accuse them of 'victory without force'?"

"Who will care about you?"

The words of ink painting are cold and realistic.

Linghuxiao's face turned a little pale.

After a while, he looked at the ink painting who was a little younger than him, looking like a simple boy with only a deep gaze, frowned and asked:

"These things...how do you know?"

Demon cultivators cut corpses into pieces, painted formations with blood, fed meat to demons, made elixirs from the heart, and ate souls alive...

How could Mo Hua, a serious young monk from a sect, know these bloody things so clearly?

"Of course I saw it with my own eyes..." Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

However, it is difficult to explain these things clearly.

Once word spreads, it will destroy his innocent and friendly image among fellow disciples.

"This is what my uncle surnamed Gu told me, who works in the Daoting Division and arrests criminal cultivators all year round and deals with evil spirits."

Mo Hua used the name "Uncle Gu" to scare people again.

Linghu smiled and saw that what he said was serious and had a nose and eyes, so he naturally believed it.

"So," Mo Hua said with a serious expression, "The world often says that cultivating Taoism is dangerous, but we disciples of the sect don't actually realize what the real 'sinister' is."

"These real evils may be more shameless, despicable, vicious, and insidious...it's hard for people to guard against them."

"If you have this naive idea of ​​'victory without fighting', you will definitely suffer a big loss if you really enter the world of cultivation in the future."

"It is even possible that the spiritual sword will be broken, the sword's heart will be contaminated, the foundation of the sword will be destroyed, and you will die..."

The foundation of kendo was destroyed in one moment...

As expected, Linghu Xiao's expression was extremely solemn when it came to matters involving swordsmanship.

Mo Hua continued: "Therefore, if you want to live a long life, seek immortality, and climb to the true peak of swordsmanship, you must abandon your ignorant persistence."

"We must do whatever it takes to improve our swordsmanship, even if we use foreign objects."

"Keep living, keep getting stronger, and finally you can reach the end of the sword!"

Mo Hua knew nothing about swordsmanship, so he made random guesses based on his understanding of the battle method.

However, the world's great road, different roads leading to the same destination, should be very different.

As expected, Linghu Xiao's expression changed and he was thoughtful.

Seeing that Linghu Xiao was shaken, Mo Hua finally persuaded him warmly:

"You start by simply killing these low-level monsters, earning some merit, and improving your strength."

"When we have time in the future, we will find people to form a team and together we will kill second-grade mid-level or even high-level monsters."

"Fighting against these powerful monsters, being on the verge of life and death, and enduring tremendous pressure can truly temper your sword heart and hone your sword skills."

Linghuxiao was really excited.

Hunting second-grade mid-level or even high-level monsters?!

Linghuxiao's eyes immediately lit up, and a strong fighting spirit burst out from his body. He immediately nodded and agreed:

"Okay! I'll follow you to hunt monsters!"

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

A single-minded swordsman is easy to deceive.

As soon as I heard that I was going to hunt mid-to-high-level monsters, I immediately got excited.

It's just that the second-level intermediate monsters are one level stronger than the first-level monsters, and their blood energy and demonic power are also strong, so it's a bit troublesome to kill them.

Not to mention high-level ones, they are not only troublesome, but also dangerous.

But when it comes to "painting a cake", you always have to draw it a little bigger.

And when Cheng Mo and the others become more advanced, they will try to kill stronger monsters.

Therefore, it is not considered a painting.

As for when to kill, it depends on the situation.

Anyway, what I told Linghuxiao was "I will be free in the future."

It may be available in one or two months, or it may be available in one, two, or three years, I don’t know for sure...

Linghuxiao obviously doesn't have as many tricks as ink paintings.

He felt that what Mo Hua said made sense.

Hunt low-level monsters simply and efficiently, quickly earn merit, and improve your swordsmanship.

Then challenge more ferocious and powerful monsters to hone your sword heart and sword skills!

I had misunderstood him before.

It’s not that Mo Hua doesn’t have the desire to win, but he works step by step, steadily, and seeks a longer-term path.

Linghuxiao nodded slightly.

In this way, Linghuxiao can be considered as "joined".

The next day, Mo Hua asked Hao Xuan to hunt monsters with Linghu Xiao.

Hao Xuan is responsible for investigation and formation formation, while Ling Huxiao is responsible for killing.

In the evening, the two came back. Hao Xuan was shocked and said: "What a strong sword energy! With a swish, the monster died."

"On this day, five monsters were killed."

"Senior Brother Linghu is indeed amazing!"

Linghu Xiao's expression was indifferent, but after being praised by Hao Xuan, he pursed his lips slightly.

After all, he is a young man who is less than twenty years old. He is very happy when he is praised a few times without saying anything.

On weekdays, no disciple would praise him when he was at Chongxumen.

Because everyone knows that he is a swordsman genius that is rare to see in five hundred years.

In this case, no matter how superb his swordsmanship is, others will take it for granted.

On the contrary, you will be alienated by others because of it.

But in Taixumen, it's different.

Everyone forms a team to hunt monsters and works together. The stronger his sword energy, the faster he kills monsters, and the more merit he earns.

Moreover, everyone has a share in this meritorious service.

Therefore, Linghuxiao unknowingly became the "thigh" of the demon hunter.

Taixumen's praise of him was also sincere.

Linghuxiao mingled with the disciples of Taixu Sect. Without so many calculations, he felt much more at ease.

In addition, there is a specialized swordsmith, Ouyang Mu, who repairs and maintains the spiritual sword for him.

The inherited spirit sword is very precious. Not only is it difficult to cast, but it also requires daily maintenance and repair after damage.

Among the three sects, Tai'amen is proficient in sword making.

Ouyang Mu is a descendant of Tai'amen, so if Taixumen's disciples have problems with their swords or spiritual weapons, they will pay tribute and ask Ouyang Mu to help repair them.

Linghuxiao is no exception.

After going back and forth, the two of them got to know each other quite a bit.

Ouyang Mu focuses on making swords, while Linghuxiao focuses on repairing swords. Moreover, one is dull and the other is withdrawn, but they are easy to get along with.

In this way, more than a month later, Linghu Xiao gradually integrated into the disciples of Taixu Sect.

Now every time he goes into the mountains, he hangs out at the top of the Taixu Gate.
To be continued...