Asking about longevity

Chapter 990 Rebirth

The Sword Discussion Conference was approaching, and the atmosphere in Taixu Sect suddenly became tense.

From top to bottom, everyone's heart was filled with tension.

Mr. Xun has not shown up for a long time.

Now all formation classes, from lesson preparation, class delivery, to homework correction, are all handled by one person, Mo Hua.

Old Mr.

Even the head of Taixu is not so leisurely anymore.

When Mo Hua went to feed the big white dog, he met the leader a few times and found that he looked a little haggard, and his thick black hair finally began to fall down.

In addition, the elders Mo Hua saw were all in a hurry and solemn expressions, and they were busy preparing for various matters of the sword discussion conference.

The most nervous ones are the disciples of Taixu Sect.

Because they were the ones participating in the sword debate.

The sect's honor, family interests, and personal future are all tied to this competition.

Everyone felt as if there was a stone hanging in their hearts, making them uneasy, and also like a stone pressing down on them, making them unable to breathe.

During the intense practice and fighting, the expressions of the disciples became more solemn and solemn.

Even when eating, he didn't talk much.

At noon, the disciples stayed.

Mo Hua gnawed on the chicken leg, looked left and right, and found that the dining hall, which was originally bustling with people talking and laughing, seemed to be covered with frost. Everyone was eating with their heads covered and said nothing, and he couldn't help but shake his head. Shake his head.

This is not good.

If the atmosphere is too dull, it will cause indigestion.

Mo Hua turned his head again and looked at Cheng Mo aside.

Cheng Mo, who was originally nagging, was really "silent" now, with a sullen face and chewing on an elbow.

Mo Hua handed him a chicken drumstick.

Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw the ink painting, and said slowly: "Thank you, little senior brother."

Mo Hua then asked him, "How is your sword practice going?"

Cheng Mo nodded and said: "Not bad..."

But his expression was unsteady, and he was obviously not that confident.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Aren't you very good at basics? Don't you have any confidence?"

Cheng Mo felt depressed and didn't really want to speak, but he had to reply to Mo Hua's words. After thinking for a moment, he sighed:

"Senior Brother, to tell you the truth, I have almost no shortcomings in my cultivation, whether it's my martial arts, my muscles, or my Taoist skills. In my Cheng family, I am ranked second, and no one dares to be ranked first."

"But this is the boundary of Qianxue State. The four sects and eight sects are the place where only the 'top' disciples can come. My qualifications can only be regarded as standard, and I just rely on my 'rough skin and thick flesh' , can still be better than others.”

"When it comes to swordsmanship and competing against the geniuses of various sects, I... really have no advantage..."

Cheng Mo didn't feel confident.

Situ Jian and the others next to him also nodded.

There is no doubt that they are among the best in their respective families.

In other places in Kyushu, they are "geniuses" that are rare to see in a century.

Not to mention anything else, if a disciple from the Taixu Sect is randomly picked up and thrown into the border of Daheishan, where Mo Hua was born, he will definitely be a genius who will "sensationalize everyone".

But these geniuses all gathered in the Qianxue Prefecture, because they are all "outstanding people" in the family. Relatively speaking, they are all "average people". They don't have very outstanding abilities, so they naturally appear to be incomparable to everyone. .

It's not that Cheng Mo and the others are weak, but the fact is that the disciples around them are too strong.

There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

Above genius, there is always a stronger "genius".

Cheng Mo's "genius" was just the threshold for entering the realm of qianxue and seeing stronger geniuses.

Mo Hua felt a little sad.

Fortunately, I am a divine consciousness enlightenment, and by chance, I took the "back door".

Otherwise, with his qualifications, he would not even be able to reach the threshold to enter the realm of Qianxue State, let alone be able to join the Taixu Sect and become Cheng Mo's junior senior brother.

Mo Hua counted in his mind and found that among the current Taixu Sect, the only ones who could truly be regarded as "top geniuses" were those who had been "merged" with a smile.

Linghu smiled, Chongxu's disciple.

The sword's heart is clear, and his swordsmanship talent is rare even in the history of Chongxu Sect in 500 years.

If it were not for the merger of the three sects, Taixu Sect would not even have this only "top genius".

Mo Hua was a little unhappy, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was reasonable.

Top geniuses naturally have to join the top four sects.

Only other talents can be allocated to the eight gates.

The four major sects have acquired top talents and are excellent at swordplay, so they will naturally remain at the top.

If you always occupy the top spot, you will naturally be able to keep attracting top talents.

Those who don't accept them will have their turn at the Eighth Gate, the Twelfth School, and the Hundred Schools of Qianxue.

In this case, Taixu Sect includes eight gates, and it is actually very difficult to recruit a few truly top geniuses.

"Not only are spiritual stones and inheritances diverging, but talents are also diverging..."

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

The only one who is a little special is Tai Amen three years ago.

At that time, Tai'amen was ranked first among the eight sects and had a great reputation. There were also two or three top geniuses in the sect.

But top geniuses are inevitably arrogant, and they are all young and full-blooded. Because of the Rouge Zhou incident, they have all been banned from "sword discussions".

After that, the sword debate failed, and Tai Amen was in a state of despair.

Today's Taixu Sect, on the surface, is the merger of three sects, bringing together talents from the three sects.

But because the "top ones" have been eliminated, it is not much better than Tai'amen, which was ranked first among the eight gates.

Even in a certain sense, it is much weaker.

There are just a lot of people.

Mo Hua frowned.

After careful calculation, the situation of Taixu Sect's sword discussion is really not optimistic at all.

No wonder the leader started losing his hair.

"No, it seems that it's not just that I'm not optimistic..."

Mo Hua then thought about it and thought that the original Tai'amen was the "rafter" who took the lead, bearing the brunt of the firepower of the four major sects.

Chongxumen acts as a buffer for the waist and also shares some of the pressure.

Taixu Gate is at the end and has the least pressure.

But now, Taixu Sect has "accepted" Tai'amen and Chongxu Sect, which is equivalent to directing all the "firepower" towards itself.

All the pressures converged into one body, and he alone withstood the "encirclement and suppression" of the four major sects.

The situation is appallingly serious.

Mo Hua gave the leader a headache.

"I don't know how much of the leader's hair will be left after the Sword Forum is over..."

Mo Hua began to feel sorry for the leader's hair.

Seeing that Cheng Mo was still frowning, Mo Hua comforted him and said, "Do your best and don't feel pressured."

Cheng Mo smiled bitterly, "Senior brother, I know the truth, but this pressure can't be eliminated just by saying nothing."

How could he not be nervous about something as important as a sword discussion?

Mo Hua then asked: "Do you want to be the leader in swordsmanship?"

"Everyone wants to be the leader," Cheng Mo said helplessly, "But I don't have the ability. I just need to get a good ranking."

"What can you do if you get a good ranking?"

"There are too many things that can be done." Cheng Mo's eyes lit up, and he talked like a chicken's blood:

"First of all, if you rank high, the sect will reward you with a large sum of merit, which can be used to exchange resources for inheritance, or to be promoted to the inner sect, which is perfect..."

"Even if you don't enter the inner sect, you will still be very majestic if you get a rank and return home in fine clothes."

"This is the swordsmanship ranking in Qianxuezhou. The ancestor of the family will definitely favor me."

"Even if you go out to brag, it's just a spit and a nail, and everyone will look down upon you..."

Mo Hua was a little confused: "Is it really that powerful?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "This is natural."

"But..." Mo Hua frowned, "I got a formation leader, and I seem to think it's just like that, not very powerful..."

Cheng Mo held his breath in his chest and didn't want to talk to Mo Hua.

The other disciples were also choked.

My little brother is good at everything, but sometimes his words are too irritating.

But after Jing Mo Hua said this, everyone unconsciously became less nervous.

Mo Hua asked the others: "You want to win the sword fight, but do you also want to go back to the family to show off?"

"This is natural. People should not show off their youth."

"Of course, it's not just for show. There are many benefits..."

The atmosphere became more lively, and the disciples started talking more and talked about a lot of things:

"I want to bring glory to my family. With a good ranking, my parents will also have glory in their faces. My father often said that the most successful thing in his life was giving birth to my son..."

"I mainly want to earn some merit. My skills require too many resources..."

"My parents told me to get a good rank in swordsmanship and have a good reputation, and then go back and find a good marriage for me."

"Did your parents have the difficulty reversed? Don't you know how difficult it is to discuss swordsmanship? How much effort does it take to find a match?"

"That's because you haven't looked for it. If you look for it, you will know..."

…

There are also people who come from rich families, but their native families are not good:

"My father is a gambler and my mother has remarried. I can't rely on anyone but myself. I want to fight for a future for myself!"

Someone next to me echoed: "Yes, I also want to give it a try, and rely on my own strength to create a world in Qianxue State. If I fail..."

He looked unwilling, "I can only go back, follow my parents' arrangements, marry a well-matched woman, and inherit the position of head of the family..."

A bunch of people were speechless...

"Thank you, we have broken off our friendship." said the former disciple.

"No, it's a small family, only the fourth grade. Why are you angry?"

"We're done, don't talk to me..."

…

As they talked, the atmosphere became harmonious for a moment. Everyone's mood became much more relaxed, and the pressure was somewhat relieved.

Cheng Mo glanced at the ink painting and asked in a low voice:

"Senior Brother, do you also want to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference?"

Mo Hua pondered, "I should also participate."

"Senior Brother, do you also want to get a rank and go back to your hometown to show off?" Cheng Mo said.

"This..." Mo Hua fell into deep thought.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can little senior brother be as superficial as you?" Situ Jian said dissatisfied. "Why is it so superficial?" Cheng Mo refused, "If you don't return your wealth and wealth, you will travel at night like embroidered clothes. This is human nature. How can it be so superficial?"

"That's right." Some disciples agreed.

"That's what I say, but my junior brother must have a deeper meaning..."

"I guess he wants to pass the Sword Discussion Conference, enter the inner sect, and become an elder in the future."

"What are you talking about? With my junior senior brother's status, how can I enter the inner gate?"

"Then earn merit?"

"Do you know how many meritorious deeds my little senior brother has now?"

"How many?"

"So many that the little senior brother himself doesn't even know how many achievements he has made..."

"I heard that the ancestor has sealed my junior brother's Taixu Order for his meritorious deeds. He is just afraid that our disciples will see it and have their Taoist hearts damaged..."

"It's not that exaggerated..."

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

"That little senior brother, participating in the sword debate is also to get a good ranking and find a good Taoist partner in the future."

"Nonsense! Do you still need to find a Taoist companion for my younger brother?" A disciple said solemnly, "To be honest, I have a sister with high-grade spiritual roots. She is young and beautiful, and she is just the right age..."

Before he finished speaking, someone shouted from beside him: "Lu Zhenming! I asked you to introduce your sister to me before. Didn't you say that your sister is still young, so you didn't agree?!"

"This is my biological sister, and I can't push her into a pit of fire..."

"Okay, okay, okay, brother, please explain to me today, what the **** is a 'fire pit'?"

…

Amidst the commotion, the atmosphere in the dining hall became more lively.

Mo Hua was deep in thought on the side.

Although they were mostly joking, what these disciples said was right.

"Why am I participating in the Sword Discussion Conference?"

This question is worth pondering and must be considered clearly.

When he returned to his disciple's residence in the evening, Mo Hua was still thinking about this issue.

Other disciples want to get a good place in the Sword Discussion Conference, some want fame, some want family interests, some want meritorious service, some want a spot as an inner sect disciple, some want a good marriage...

Then what are you planning?

Fame, my fame is big enough.

The first rafters will rot first, and the fattened pigs will be slaughtered first. For oneself, being famous may not be a good thing.

If you have no shortage of merits, you will not be able to enter the inner gate.

As a casual cultivator, he has no family interests to fight for, and no "head of the family" to inherit.

As for the marriage...

It's still early, there's no need to think about it now.

Furthermore, using ink painting to understand the little senior sister...

If she really goes to participate in the sword competition, the young senior sister will most likely worry about whether she will be injured first, instead of caring about her ranking.

No matter whether he gets a ranking or not, it doesn't matter that he is her junior brother.

Mo Hua calculated over and over again and found that he actually had no needs at all.

There may be a need for the reward for being number one in sword theory.

But these rewards have been decided and the ink paintings have been seen.

One is the self-selection of the top-grade top kung fu inheritance from the four major sects and the eight gates.

There is another one, which is also a self-selection of the top Taoist inheritance of the four sects and eight sects.

In addition, there are also some sect treasures, top-quality elixirs, talismans, and the like.

The things are undoubtedly the best, but these are prepared for the real "proud ones of heaven", and are not very practical for the weak foundation of ink painting.

Even those martial arts and Taoist techniques are not worthy of learning based on his spiritual roots.

Apart from this, the only reason for participating in the Sword Discussion Conference is probably to help Mr. Xun and the Taixu Sect overcome this difficulty.

After all, he had received too much kindness from Mr. Xun and the Taixu Sect.

Of course, also to save the leader from losing some hair...

But that’s it, it won’t take that much effort.

Moreover, Mo Hua has considered it, and the risk of this matter is actually very high.

Mr. Xun was right when he said it before. Once he participates in a sword discussion conference, all his trump cards will be stripped away little by little under the spotlight.

This is very fatal.

After all, many of his trump cards are simply shady.

And if he didn't use his trump card, he wouldn't have the ability to participate in such a grand sword-discussing event.

The Sword Discussion Conference is no child's play, there are countless talented people gathered here, and there are countless strong ones.

This is a long and hard battle.

Mo Hua would not be so naive as to think that he could get a good ranking without putting in all his efforts.

Even if he tries his best and uses all his cards, it's hard to say whether he can make it to the end...

The difficulty is high, the risks are high, and the returns are low.

Mo Hua thought about it for a long time, and then he helplessly discovered that the objective situation was like this.

In the sword competition, it would be best for him to go paddling.

Try to help Taixu Sect and move forward some places.

As for the rest, there is no need to consider it.

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

He thought over and over again several times, and even used the cause and effect algorithm. After doing some calculations, he found that no matter how he thought about it or deduced it, "stroke" was the best choice.

The ink painting was a little less interesting.

But the situation is such a situation, and the cause and effect is such a cause and effect.

People cannot do things that are divorced from reality.

Mo Hua looked away, his mood became much calmer, and he became a little indifferent about the sword discussion conference.

While the disciples were all trying their best to prepare for the Sword Discussion Conference, Mo Hua continued to practice Jue Zhen and study the principles of the formation as always.

The days are as plain as water, passing by little by little...

…

At this time, Daozhou.

Tianshu Pavilion.

In the high pavilion where the clouds and mist could not be seen, the white-haired pavilion elder was still dozing.

In the hazy smoke, Mr. Ge was sleeping peacefully.

I don't know how long it took before Mr. Ge woke up from his nap, slowly raised his eyes and looked at the chessboard in front of him.

The chessboard was made of dead wood, and there was nothing special about it. However, in the turbid but abyss-like eyes of the elder, it shimmered, as if there was some divine secret, cause and effect.

Ge Laosheng looked at the chessboard, his voice was like a twilight drum, and he slowly muttered:

"The chess game... is set up, and the pieces are all in place, but... there's still something missing."

The chess pieces are all dead and will only develop in the set direction.

The chess game is naturally a dead end and is uneventful.

A variable, a "live child" is needed to bring the whole situation to life...

So...who has the capacity to be this "liveling"?

Mr. Ge's eyes were deep, and as his spiritual thoughts surged, cause and effect continued to flow.

At the same time, his old fingers reached into the chess jar, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out an ordinary black chess piece.

Mr. Ge's eyes were slightly surprised, and he felt strange.

"In such a big chess game, can anyone really be the one to take the piece?"

The elder Ge was curious, twisting the chess piece, looking at the chess game in his eyes, trying to figure out the identity of this "live piece".

But after twisting it for a while, he gave up.

Since it is a living child, it cannot be calculated. If it is calculated, it will become a "dead child".

"That's all, it doesn't matter..."

"If you have a living thing, you have a fish; if you have a fish, you have to give it a 'bait' to make it move on its own..."

What "bait" is given?

Mr. Ge began to speculate again, thinking about how to "fish".

The various techniques of Tianshu Pavilion flowed through his heart one by one like water, but there was no fluctuation of cause and effect...

Ge Lao skipped the exercises and started to calculate Taoist methods, elixirs, talismans, formations...

But after all the calculations, even if you use some top-quality inheritance as "bait", you still can't seduce this "fish".

Mr. Ge looked calm and not surprised.

In this overall situation, the person who can be a "living child" as a variable is definitely not an ordinary person, and must be a "big fish".

Since it is a big fish, it cannot be caught by ordinary "bait".

The elder Ge began to take it to a higher level and pick this "bait" from the secrets of Tianshu Pavilion.

This time there is a cause and effect fluctuation.

But that's all.

This "big fish" seemed to have just sniffed the air machine and felt a little excited, but soon adhered to its original intention, lost its greed, swam back to the bottom of the water, and hibernated.

Mr. Ge was finally a little stunned.

"Can't you catch this?"

"It's really... such a big 'frame'..."

"Is this a fish or a dragon?"

Mr. Ge felt a little sad and sighed in his heart: "I can't bear to bear the child, but I can't trap the wolf..."

He gritted his teeth, opened the void with one finger, and began to search for it from the ancient inheritance banned in Tianshu Pavilion.

A series of extraordinary names passed before his eyes. After searching for a moment, Mr. Ge finally found a golden inheritance of cause and effect.

On top of the inheritance, the cause and effect shines brightly and condenses into gold.

This means that as long as you use this inheritance to fish, you will definitely be able to catch this big fish.

Mr. Ge opened this ancient inheritance.

The inheritance is a simple jade slip. On the jade slip, there are five ancient and unique words engraved on it:

"Yin Yang Rebirth Formation".

These five words, with a chaotic atmosphere of the first judgment of heaven and earth, the flow of yin and yang, and the reversal of life and death, made the room suddenly suffocate.

Elder Ge's expression slowly solidified, and his eyes became terrifyingly deep.

Yin and Yang are reborn...

Whose “past life”?

It won't be...

Gujing Wubo's heart was shaken by layers of shock.

Elder Ge's eyes were also as deep as the abyss.

(End of chapter)