Then when he met a Taixu Sect disciple, someone immediately enthusiastically pulled him to form a team.

While others look for monsters and lay formations, he is responsible for drawing the sword.

After killing the monsters, getting meritorious service, and distributing the merits according to their work, everyone went down the mountain with satisfaction.

This process is easy and natural.

Even sometimes, Linghuxiao would feel a little dazed.

He will have the illusion that he is not actually a monk from the Chongxu Sect, but a disciple of the Taixu Sect...

The fact that Linghu Xiao was mixed up with the Taixu Sect was also noticed by the elders of the Chongxu Sect who were secretly looking after him.

The elder of Chongxu Sect went back to report to the ancestor of Chongxu Sect.

The ancestor of Chongxu Sect stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said:

"It doesn't matter, this is a good thing."

The elder was puzzled, "Why is this a good thing..."

Ancestor Chongxu said: "I, Chongxu Sect, are stronger than Taixu Sect; Xiaoer's strength is also stronger than Taixu Sect's disciples."

"If he mixes with Taixumen, he is like a lion mixing with a pack of wolves. The lion is the leader, and the wolves are the second."

"With Xiao'er's swordsmanship talent, the future is limitless."

"But monks are human beings after all. If they gain the right, they will get a lot of help, but if they lose the right, they will get little help."

"He can make friends with the disciples of Taixu Sect, which can be regarded as opening up connections and establishing prestige, which will make things easier for him in the future."

"Even if the Taixu Sect falls, they will still have to cling to Xiao'er's favor."

Hearing this, the elder of Chongxu Sect nodded slightly:

"Ancestor is still thoughtful."

"However," Elder Chongxu Sect was a little worried, "He is relatively close to the disciple named Mo Hua from Taixu Sect."

"This kid in Mo Hua is quirky and eloquent."

"Although Xiao'er looked cold on the surface, he seemed to really believe what he said, and he did it..."

Elder Chongxumen was a little helpless.

Ancestor Chongxu frowned, "What is the origin of this child?"

"I asked about it... It seems that he is highly appreciated by Patriarch Xun of the Taixu Sect. His qualifications are not good, but he is good at learning formations..." said the elder of the Chongxu Sect.

"Did you learn the formation well?"

Ancestor Chongxu pondered slightly, then nodded and said: "It doesn't matter..."

"The formation is good, just right to assist Xiao'er."

"Although Xiao'er is withdrawn by nature, his talent for swordsmanship is there. He is not stupid and cannot be manipulated by others."

"Moreover, no matter how good the formation is, it will ultimately help others. It is not as good as swordsmanship, where all the great power belongs to oneself."

"So, Xiao'er will definitely have the final say in the future."

"And this generation of disciples from Taixu Sect can just be the help to Xiao'er!"

Elder Chongxumen nodded and praised: "Ancestor is wise!"

But even so, he still had some concerns in his heart.

The ancestor's idea is indeed very good, but it seems to be slightly different from the actual situation.

In particular, the ancestor has never seen the disciple named "Mo Hua" with his own eyes, so he has no idea how "smart" that child is.

But if I asked him to tell me, he wouldn't be able to tell clearly.

No matter how clever you are, what can you do?

Besides, my ancestor is very busy with his affairs.

Especially since the sect's restructuring is imminent, there are undercurrents surging in the major sects, and there are many things to worry about. It is not worth wasting too much of the ancestor's time for a young Taixu sect disciple.

Therefore, Elder Chongxumen said nothing more, bowed and left.

Ancestor Chongxu was focused on other things and didn't think much about it for the moment.

…

But in Taixumen, Mo Hua felt a little worried.

He has already made arrangements for Linghuxiao.

But his own strength was somewhat frozen.

It seems that the fourth year is coming to an end, but his cultivation, spiritual consciousness, sword control, and formation are all stuck.

Cultivation requires perseverance, and even those in the middle stage of foundation building cannot break through in a short period of time.

The consciousness is stuck in the seventeenth line.

The Eighteen Marks are right in front of you, but restricted by the laws of heaven, there is a barrier in front of you that you cannot break through.

The sword is extremely powerful, but it has gradually reached its bottleneck.

You have to wait until you learn a new sword formation, or Xiaomu learns a new sword-making technique, before you can continue to improve.

He practices the formation every day.

Especially the Five Elements and Bagua formation, I am tired of learning it and there is nothing new for the time being.

Besides the Five Elements and Bagua Formation, there have been no new formations to learn for a long time.

There is nothing you can do about your cultivation, you have to grind it out little by little.

Divine consciousness may also need a little opportunity.

What I can do now is find some new formations to learn.

Mo Hua thought for a while and decided to ask Mr. Xun.

"New formation?" Mr. Xun was slightly startled.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "Old sir, besides the Five Elements and Bagua formation, are there any other formations to learn?"

"The Yuan Magnetic Formation will also work..." Mo Hua added weakly.

The few sets of seventeen-element magnetic arrays he had in his hands were already damaged by his drawings.

Mr. Xun sighed.

Learning too quickly is not a good thing, and now all the pressure is on him, an old man.

But some formations are too early to learn in Mo Hua now.

While other formations, although they belong to the category of regular formations, are both good and evil, and it is easy to learn mistakes.

"I'll think about it..." Mr. Xun said.

"Okay." Mo Hua said obediently.

He was about to get up and leave when he was suddenly stopped by Mr. Xun.

"Ink painting."

Mr. Xun frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Can your consciousness be further enhanced?"

Mr. Xun asked very cautiously.

As soon as he entered the middle stage of foundation building, he already had seventeen lines of spiritual consciousness, which was already far beyond the level of monks at the same level.

But Mr. Xun always feels that ink painting should be more than that.

As that person's disciple, anything outrageous is possible...

Mo Hua scratched his head, "It's hard to say, maybe it depends on chance..."

For example, does anyone "deliver food" to you?

Or maybe, find another altar or something.

This really depends on "chance".

But ink painting definitely can't explain this kind of thing clearly.

Old Mr.

After that Mr. Xun said nothing more.

It was inconvenient for Mo Hua to disturb him, because he found that Mr. Xun always seemed to be worried recently and seemed to be thinking about something big.

But I can't get involved in these major matters at the sect level, so I guess I can't help the old gentleman much.

As long as you don't cause any trouble to the old gentleman.

Mo Hua bowed and stood up to leave.

But as soon as he reached the door, he turned around and met a man in front of him. He was wearing a Taoist robe from the inner Taixu Sect. He had a handsome appearance, a tall figure, and a somewhat leisurely look on his face.
To be continued...