Mr. Xun officially lifted the ban on ink painting.

Ink painting is liberated.

He no longer has to be trapped in the Qianxue Prefecture, playing with a bunch of "little juniors" in the sect every day. From then on, fishes have entered the sea, little tigers have returned to the forest, the sky is high and the sea is vast, and it is a completely different situation.

Mo Hua's face was filled with an irrepressible smile.

"Thank you, old man!"

Seeing his happy expression, Mr. Xun couldn't help but shake his head and warned:

"Be careful yourself, and don't slack off on the formation."

"Yeah, don't worry, old sir!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and assured.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Xun, Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence, still a little excited in his heart.

"I can finally go out..."

He had been detained at the Qianxue State Border for so long that he almost forgot what it was like outside.

It was rare to go out now, so he had to plan carefully.

Mo Hua was thinking silently in his mind.

First of all, we still need to find a way to enhance our spiritual awareness.

Although his spiritual consciousness has nineteen patterns, which is already very strong, it is obvious that this strength is far from enough.

Since the spiritual consciousness is required to realize the Tao, the stronger the spiritual consciousness, the better.

When his spiritual consciousness is strong, he can learn more advanced formations.

Moreover, this is also what Mr. Xun means.

When Mr. Xun said this, his expression was a little solemn, and his eyes revealed hope. It was probably something big.

Although Mr. Xun is strict, he has an upright mind. The major events he is worried about should be related to the sect.

I am a disciple of the Taixu Sect, and I have always received too much care from the old gentleman.

Even sometimes, Mo Hua himself felt that Mr. Xun was a little partial to him.

A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring.

This is what my mother has told herself since she was a child.

Mo Hua nodded.

Since Mr. Xun hopes that his spiritual consciousness can be "a little stronger", he will work hard and strive to be a little stronger.

We cannot live up to Mr. Xun’s expectations.

And a way to make your spiritual consciousness stronger in a short period of time...

It seems that the only option is to go to the altar and "order".

"The altar of the evil god..."

Mo Hua pondered silently in his mind.

The only clue he knows about the altar so far is "Water Yama".

The culprit of the Yujia Shuizhai family murder case was the demon who replaced the Fire Buddha on the blood-killing list after he disappeared——

Water Yama.

The evil god's sermons are bloody and cruel, and will inevitably be accompanied by massacres and even the tragedy of annihilation.

If a family is destroyed, there must be an altar.

Shui Yanluo must know the location of this altar.

Mo Hua said silently in his heart:

"We can't let the evil gods continue to spread like this. We can't let their minions continue to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Otherwise, countless monks around the border of Qianxue State will suffer from their poisonous hands..."

I am a disciple of Taixu Sect, one of the eight gates of Qianxue State. I am an upright and righteous monk. Naturally, I want to kill demons and eradicate evil spirits.

Of course, I have done such hard work.

It’s only natural to order a “dish” afterwards to reward yourself!

Mo Hua nodded confidently.

Eradicate the minions of evil gods, destroy altars, swallow evil spirits, and nourish spiritual consciousness.

"After my spiritual consciousness becomes stronger, I will try to learn how to turn my spiritual consciousness into a sword and see if my sword intention can be released..."

Also, I will take some time to visit my old friend Huangshanjun.

When he thought of Huangshan Jun, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

"I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know if Mr. Huangshan misses me..."

He is a desolate mountain god who lives in a ruined temple with rain leaking from the top of his head and wind leaking from the walls. He eats sour steamed buns all day long, drinks rootless water, and has no incense to worship him. His life is really miserable.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

Who is as kind-hearted as me, thinking of going to see him when nothing happens...

I was banned before, but there was nothing I could do about it. Now that I have been released, I naturally have to visit my old friend and ask him for other clues about how my spiritual thoughts turned into swords.

Also, after going through some things, Mo Hua gained more insights and understanding of the knowledge of Shintoism, and he also wanted to go to Huangshanjun, the mountain god, to confirm it.

But I'm not free now.

Let’s wait until after the New Year...

Mo Hua decided in his heart.

…

Before I knew it, another year had almost passed.

In ten days, it will be New Year's Day.

And at the end of the year, naturally, there will be another sect assessment.

Before doing ink painting, I stayed in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for a long time.

The evil spirit "ate" too much, and the spirit realized something was wrong, and spent a few more days cultivating in the alchemy room.

Back and forth, ten days passed.

It's easy to fool people in the same sect.

Mo Hua used the excuse that Mr. Xun taught him, saying that he had gone out to draw formations under the orders of the elders.

This kind of thing has never happened before.

Every time he asks for leave, it's almost always for this reason.

Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and the others didn't have any doubts, they just lamented that their little senior brother's status in the sect was really extraordinary.

The elders actually allowed him to take more than ten days of leave.

But in the past ten days, I have fallen behind a lot in my homework.

I have no choice but to make up my homework day and night.

Even in the evening in front of the Taoist monument, I was reviewing some Taoist courses.

Soon, it was time for the sect’s assessment.

After the exam, the results came out.

The joys and sorrows among the disciples are all different.

Mo Hua worked hard and finally kept his grades of "1A, 6C".

During these days, if he slacked off a little bit, such as refining weapons and elixirs, he might not even be able to keep a "C".

Fortunately, the hard work paid off.

As for the "A" in the formation, it goes without saying.

With his current level of formation skills, he would still be able to get an "A" if he fell behind in the formation skills within the sect for several years, not to mention just a few days.

In this way, another year passed by.

The sect is also on holiday.

The mountains and roads are far away, and Mo Hua is alone. He still can't go home to visit his parents, and he can't celebrate the New Year with his neighbors and friends in Tongxian City, but he can go to Gu's house for a New Year's Eve dinner.

Anyway, the Gu family already has a lot of people, so if there is one more person or one less person, it won't matter.

His physical appetite is not as big as his spiritual mind, and he cannot "eat" enough to take care of his family.

A few days later, Mo Hua packed up, said goodbye to Mr. Xun, and then set off with Yu'er to the Gu family in Qingzhou City.

Yu'er couldn't be happier.
To be continued...