This is a young man with luxurious clothes and jade-like features.

There is an innate dignity in his fair and handsome face.

His appearance was very unfamiliar, and it was the first time he met Mo Hua, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It seemed that this was not the first time the two had met, and they had had a causal entanglement long ago.

Mo Hua looked at the young master, his mind wandering.

The young master also looked at the ink painting. His expression was surprised for a moment. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and said calmly:

"Are you... Mo Hua?"

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm, "Do you know me?"

"Qianxue Zhoujie, the leader of the formation..." The young master's tone was mixed with a bit of recognition and a bit of casualness, "Cousin Juncai was defeated by you. He told me that your formation The law is amazing."

Mo Hua said lightly: "Thank you."

He glanced at the young master again and asked, "I don't know what your surname is, master?"

The young master showed a sneer, with a hint of displeasure.

It seemed that people had always paid homage to him and humbly reported his name to him, but no one had ever known his name, let alone anyone who dared to ask him his name face to face.

He looked at the ink paintings arrogantly and didn't want to pay attention to them, but for some reason, he always felt that the ink paintings had an aura that was different from ordinary people, so he was willing to go out of his way to give him this face.

The young master said coldly: "Qian Dao Sect, Shen Linshu."

Qian Daozong, Shen Linshu, Shen...

The pupils are shrunk in the ink painting.

The handsome young master in front of me is actually a disciple of the Shen family of the Qian Dao Sect?

Mo Hua glanced behind the young master again.

Behind him were six monks.

Three of them were in the late stages of foundation building, rich and handsome, and looked to be descendants of the top aristocratic families in the Qianxue State.

The other two, middle-aged in appearance and with profound cultivation, are Jindan monks.

There is another one, an old man with an unfathomable aura.

Although Mo Hua could not tell the details of this old man, he had dealt with many high-level monks and had a good vision. Based on his feeling, he guessed that this old man should be a real person in the Ascension Realm.

When Shen Linshu went out, he had three disciples from high-class aristocratic families as his followers, two Jindan guards, and a Yuhua Zhenren to accompany him.

If you put him in the Shen family, even in the Qian Dao Sect, he would probably be as rare as a feather in the sky.

Shen "Lin" Shu... He lives up to his name.

Mo Hua's mind was filled with thoughts, but the expression on his face was still light.

Shen Linshu took another look at the ink painting and unexpectedly said: "On the seventh day of the lunar new year, I will hold a tea party on Taoism. Will you come?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three disciples behind Shen Linshu changed.

The two golden elixir guards looked at each other in surprise.

The immortal Yuhua also cast his deep gaze on Mo Hua.

tea party?

I'm afraid the feast will not be a good one.

Mo Hua shook his head, "I'm not familiar with you."

Shen Linshu's eyelids twitched slightly, "I rarely invite people in person."

"Oh..." Mo Hua said indifferently.

Shen Lin's face was slightly stern, his eyes were stern, and he sneered, "I gave you a chance, but you're useless." Then he brushed his sleeves, turned around and left.

The three disciples from the aristocratic family behind him hurriedly followed up. When passing by Mo Hua, they glanced at him sideways, with a bit of jealousy and a bit of ridicule towards his ignorance in their eyes.

The other two Jindan, one Yuhua, also followed Shen Linshu silently.

The group of people just disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Seeing that they were gone, Mo Hua breathed a long sigh of relief, sweat dripping from his palms, then he stopped staying and rushed to the gate of Qingzhou City quickly, got on the Gu family's carriage, and rushed back to the sect without stopping.

The brightly lit city of Cheongju is getting further and further away.

The carriage moved away from the hustle and bustle and walked into the deep night.

Mo Hua sat in the carriage and couldn't help but ponder:

"The omen just now is probably not an illusion. The 'poppy'-like chain of cause and effect is indeed exactly the same as Yan Zhizhou's at that time."

"This Shen Linshu should be related to Rouge Zhou."

"Could it be that this Shen Linshu is the 'young master' in Rouge Boat, the one with the moon in his arms?"

"In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, was he also the young master I chased in the nightmare of Ten Thousand Demons?"

"Is he the mastermind behind the scenes? Or at least the 'young master' with the highest status and the most power in the Yanzhizhou and Ten Thousand Demon Valley incidents?"

The ink painting has a solemn expression.

The encounters between people are really strange and unpredictable.

He never expected that he would meet the "young master" of the Shen family unexpectedly at such an inadvertent time.

The Shen family...

That person standing behind Mr. Tu is the Shen family? Is it the Qian Dao Sect?

This seems reasonable, and Mo Hua can just keep the accounts together.

But he has no evidence and cannot yet prove whether his speculation is true.

Shen Linshu's status is indeed noble, but is he really the young master of the Young Master Pavilion? Is he really the "man behind the scenes" designated by Yan Zhizhou, Ten Thousand Demons Valley, and even Mr. Tu?

There is no evidence for any of this.

besides……

"Does he really know who I am?"

Mo Hua frowned, "He knows that my name is Mo Hua, that I am a disciple of the Taixu Sect and the leader of the Qianxue State, but he probably doesn't know what my true identity is..."

"Otherwise, he would have killed me directly just now, not to mention inviting me to some Taoist tea party to drink tea with him."

"This tea party is probably not something serious. Who knows what he wants to drink..."

"Can we kill him? I probably can't..."

"What's more, he has the golden elixir followers and the protection of the immortal Yuhua. He can't afford to offend him, so he can only hide far away and return to the sect early first..."

The carriage drove quickly, and the scenery outside the window was plunged into the dark night.

Mo Hua stared blankly outside the car, his mind a little confused, but he also vaguely felt that some key figures were emerging little by little...

…

At the same time that Mo Hua passed through the south gate of Cheongju City and left Cheongju City.

The young master named "Shen Linshu" and his party went to the north gate of Qingzhou City and took a carriage with a low-key appearance but extremely luxurious interior, which was contrary to the ink painting.

In the carriage, Shen Linshu, whose face was like a crown jewel, was lying on the soft exotic animal skin, tapping his fingers on the table, without saying a word, and his face was ugly.

The atmosphere inside the car was a bit depressing.

Everyone can probably guess why the young master was angry.

A disciple from an aristocratic family then advised: "Master Shu, this person has blind eyes and cannot see Mount Tai. He has the opportunity to rise to great heights in front of him, but he cannot see it."

"The formation master is immersed in studying and has no knowledge of the world."

"If you learn a lot of formations, your brain will be stupid and you won't know how to work. You will only be able to work for others in your life."

"Yes, such a person who doesn't know how to praise is not worthy of your attention."

"I know." Shen Linshu said calmly, but his expression turned even more ugly.

Ever since he was a child, he has never been so polite to his peers.

Today I met this guy named "Mo Hua" and unexpectedly invited him to attend the tea party in Gongzi Pavilion.

Even he didn't know why he did this.

Since the word "Gongzi" is included in "Gongzi Pavilion", it not only looks at the talent for cultivating Taoism, but also family background, background, and even bloodline, all are indispensable.

This guy named Mo Hua, even though he is the "leader of the array", his family background, spiritual roots, and bloodline are too humble. He is far from qualified to enter the Young Master Pavilion and play with them.

Especially family background and bloodline, if you have it, you have it, if you don’t have it, you don’t have it.

This is like a natural chasm, separating those who come from lowly backgrounds and have no power from the core circle.

This Mo Hua had no idea what a noble invitation he was handing him.

This is the true ladder to heaven in the world of cultivation.

It is the true path to power.
To be continued...