Asking about longevity

Mr. Xun opened the letter again and took a look. After a moment of silence, he took out a jade slip, wrote the letter with a thought, and then called the little Taoist boy.

"Give this jade slip to Liang Lao, the head of the Dao Ting Division, and ask him to find someone to check it."

"Yes, ancestor."

The Taoist boy took the jade slip with both hands and left respectfully.

Within a day, the jade slip was sent back, and the Taoist boy presented it to Mr. Xun respectfully.

Mr. Xun took a look at the jade slip and knew that it was the handwriting of Liang Lao, the head of the Dao Ting Division, who had retired, and immersed his consciousness into it.

After just one look, Mr. Xun's heart trembled.

Fire Buddha? !

He has been in the second-grade state for a hundred years, has reached the peak of foundation building, has practiced the forbidden art of meteorite fire, has wiped out the entire Xie family, has many demon cultivators under his command, and is a great demon cultivator who kills people like crazy? !

Mr. Xun took a breath of cold air.

No wonder he is worth eight thousand merits!

Mo Hua, this kid, drew a formation for Dao Ting Si to capture the Fire Buddha, and made great contributions. The Dao Ting Si Dian Si Gu Changhuai reported it.

So Dao Ting Si made an exception and allocated these 8,000 merits.

So, these 8,000 merits are not much...

But...

Capture the Fire Buddha?

Old Mr. Xun frowned.

The soft and weak appearance of Mo Hua appeared in his mind again.

Old Mr. Xun couldn't figure out how a little disciple like Mo Hua, who had a low cultivation and was weak, could capture a demon who was at the peak of the foundation building and full of evil?

Relying on the formation?

Even if his formation was good, it was too dangerous.

Old Mr. Xun was afraid and angry.

This little kid Mo Hua was too brave.

If you don't pay attention to dealing with such a fierce and cruel demon cultivator, you might die without leaving any residue.

He really dares to get involved in everything.

Moreover...

Mr. Xun continued to look down, his eyes slightly fixed, "The Fire Buddha... was killed..."

It was written above that it was the work of Gu Changhuai alone.

But at that time, Mo Hua was also there.

It is obvious that there must be something fishy here.

Mr. Xun sighed.

I didn't expect it...

I have lived for so many years, encountered so many things, and met so many people, but I didn't expect that I would be fooled by a little kid when I was old.

Mr. Xun pondered for a moment, and ordered someone to go to the Merit Pavilion to retrieve the files to see what tasks Mo Hua usually did.

Originally, he thought that with Mo Hua's ability, he could only draw a formation at most, and could only draw a formation.

So he didn't think about checking it out.

Now it seems that the situation may be completely different...

The files of the Merit Pavilion were also retrieved soon.

Mr. Xun flipped through them, and his scalp numbed slightly.

In addition to a large number of first- and second-grade formation tasks, most of the rest were rewards for arresting, hunting, encircling, and hunting sinners, evil cultivators, and even demon cultivators.

Moreover, the success rate was ridiculously high, and he had basically never failed.

The disciples who formed a team with him were also varied.

But the majority were the little girl from the Murong family, and the young man from the Ouyang family of Tai'amen. Most of the others were actually senior brothers and sisters who were one year older than him.

These senior brothers and sisters had much higher cultivation than him, and one or two of them were all geniuses from aristocratic families. They were willing to take him out to play when they just met by chance?

Old Mr. Xun was a little bit unbelievable.

Is Mo Hua such a good communicator?

These situations were not completely different from what he had thought before, but they were not the same at all...

Old Mr. Xun couldn't help but sigh.

His Tianji algorithm really didn't work. He had worked hard, studied for hundreds of years, and calculated for hundreds of years, but he didn't expect that there was such a "blind spot" around him, and he didn't even calculate it at all.

Old Mr. Xun looked at the things in the jade slip again, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

It was just nonsense!

What a good talent for formations, but he didn't know how to cherish it. He was outside the sect every other day, doing these extremely dangerous bounties.

Fortunately, everything was safe and sound.

But if there was a slight mistake, with so many evil cultivators, who could Mo Hua, with his weak arms and legs, stand the chance of being killed?

Once he encountered an unexpected event, wouldn't a good formation seedling die?

Thinking of this, Mr. Xun felt regretful. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He frowned and told the Taoist boy:

"Go and call Mo Hua!"

The Taoist boy said respectfully: "Yes."

After leaving the elders' residence, the Taoist boy went to find Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was in class and was a little surprised to hear this. Mr. Xun rarely called him to see him during class.

The Taoist boy whispered: "Be careful, the old man seems very angry."

On weekdays, Mo Hua often went to the elders' residence and got along well with the Taoist boy.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Who are you angry with?"

The Taoist boy shook his head, "How do I know..."

Mo Hua muttered to himself.

Mr. Xun is angry, what does it have to do with me?

I have been very honest recently, drawing formations in the sect every day.

When he arrived at the elders' residence and entered Mr. Xun's room, Mo Hua really felt that the atmosphere was wrong. Mr. Xun's face was as gloomy as water, and he looked stern.

Mo Hua lowered his eyebrows and looked innocent, looking very well-behaved.

Mr. Xun was about to blame, but when he saw Mo Hua's appearance, his heart softened a little.

Although what he did was a little dangerous...

But catching evil demons is also the duty of a cultivator, and it is a good thing to act on behalf of heaven. He should not be blamed too much, so as not to damage the child's upright character and the heart of slaying demons and eliminating demons.

However, this kind of thing can no longer be tolerated at the risk of one's own life.

He is still young and has a blank slate, so how could he know that his heart is sinister and his cultivation world is dangerous.

You have to beat him severely to prevent him from learning a lesson. He will probably dare to do such a dangerous thing next time!

Mr. Xun's face became stern again, and he wanted to scold him, but before he could speak, he was suddenly startled.

He stared at the ink painting for a long time, frowned and asked:

"Is your consciousness... a little stronger again?"

Mo Hua nodded shyly but humbly, "Yes, a little stronger, seventeen tattoos..."

Mr. Xun opened his eyes slightly.

Seventeen lines...

In the early stage of foundation building, seventeen patterns...

The realm in the early stage of foundation building, the spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building? !

Old Mr.

"Old sir?" Mo Hua said weakly.

Only then did Mr. Xun come back to his senses. Looking at the ink paintings, he was filled with disbelief.

After a while, Mr. Xun's expression returned to normal and he said calmly:

"It's okay, you can go back first."

Mo Hua was startled.

Mr. Xun waved his hand, no longer angry, and his voice became much gentler, "Go back to class."

"Oh..." Mo Hua was a little confused, so he bowed his hands and said, "Then the disciple is leaving?"

"Yes." Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

Mo Hua left in a daze.

After Mo Hua left, Mr. Xun thought for a long time before slowly getting up and using the Void Escape Technique to break through the cracks in the void and directly enter the back mountain.

There is an ancestral hall in the back mountain.

The ancestral hall is solemn, majestic and majestic. There are tablets with white patterns on the mysterious background and portraits of the ancestors of Taixu in the past dynasties.

Mr. Xun, a man with white hair, respectfully offered incense.

But his hands couldn't stop trembling slightly.

From the ancient incense burner, curls of green smoke rose.

Old Mr.

"My ancestors bless you..."

"I, Taixumen, really have great luck!"

"The glimmer of hope in the Tianji dilemma...should be this child!"

The incense on the incense burner rises like clouds and mist, covering the portraits of the ancestors of Taixu Sect. The breath is pure and endless.

Mr. Xun took a long breath of relief.

…

The next day, Mr. Xun went to see the head of Taixu.

The head of Taixu looks upright and kind, has an extraordinary bearing, is good at cultivating himself, and has long and thick black hair.

He was of noble birth, had his own inheritance, and entered Taoism with swordsmanship, and had good cultivation. He had a special status within the Taixu Sect.

But at this moment, the head of Taixu also looked a little solemn.

Although he does not cultivate spiritual thoughts and does not understand algorithms, at his level of cultivation, he can vaguely perceive the evolution and evil intentions of some heavenly secrets.

The years in Taixumen have been quiet, but there is a hint that a storm is about to come.

However, he could not see the specific omen.

In front of the elegant sandalwood table, Master Taixu sat across from Mr. Xun. After the water boiled and the tea was fragrant, he personally bowed and poured a cup of tea for Mr. Xun, and then sighed:

"Taixu, Tai'a, and Chongxu have become three sects in terms of swordsmanship, but after all, they have ancestors and are connected by the same spirit..."

"I told their bosses, but they didn't believe me."

"Tai'amen is very powerful and seems to want to go one step further and occupy the top of the eight gates."

"Chongxumen is in the middle, but we also want to be at the forefront."

The head of the Taixu Sect said to himself, "On the contrary, I, the Taixu Sect, am slowly falling behind and not wanting to make progress."

Mr. Xun took a sip of tea but said nothing.

The head of Taixu sighed, a little embarrassed, and continued:

"Tai Amen, in recent years, there have been many talented people, especially the Ouyang family. The boy named Ouyang Feng is not showy, but he has mastered the swordsmanship of the Zhen sect very deeply. He is calm and does not show his sharp edge. He is a very useful person. Talents."

"Chongxu Sect, in this session, there seems to be a very talented swordsman genius. Not long after he entered the Chongxu Sword Tomb, he sensed the Chongxu Sword Qi and cultivated the Chongxu Sword Qi. It is regarded as the Chongxu Sect. It has lasted for nearly five hundred years. Come, the most talented disciple.”

"My Taixu Sect is a bit inferior... There are some who are good at spiritual abilities and some who practice swordsmanship, but they are just a bit 'mediocre' in the end. Compared with these real geniuses, they are still inferior."

Head Taixu shook his head, looking helpless:

"It's no wonder that Tai'amen and Chongxumen don't want to play with my Taixumen."

"They don't pay attention to what I say. They are probably afraid that I will be too weak and hold them back."

Mr. Xun frowned slightly.

Although the three families are connected by the same spirit, they have indeed been separated for a long time. Each has its own business and cannot interfere in other people's affairs.

Head Taixu glanced at Mr. Xun with a slightly solemn expression and asked in a low voice:

"Old sir, what on earth... happened?"

Mr. Xun sighed: "I can't tell clearly."

The head of Taixu looked solemn.

"In short," Mr. Xun said, "from now on, let the disciples of the sect be cautious in their words and deeds. Some of the sect's arrangements should also be as conservative as possible, and no rash advances should be made..."

Head Taixu nodded.

How about lying down to keep healthy? He is familiar with this.

Old Mr.

"No fault is merit. There is no need to compare with others. If they want to compete for fame and wealth, let them compete."

Mr. Xun looked indifferent.

"What the old man said makes sense." Head Taixu agreed.

Afterwards, the two of them continued drinking tea and chatting about some sect affairs. Mr. Xun said, "However, there is a small rule that needs to be changed."

The head of Taixu was slightly startled.

Old Mr.

The head of Taixu was confused and asked with a frown:

"Old sir, please forgive the ignorance of this younger generation, but does this move... have some profound meaning?"

Old Mr.

"There are too many formation classes and I don't have time to take them all into consideration, so I simply give them a big class and teach them all together."

When the head of Taixu heard this, he couldn't bear it.

Mr. Xun really worked hard and dedicated his life to Taixu Sect.

The head of Taixu said softly: "How about leaving these matters of preaching and teaching to the elders and teachers in the sect. Old sir, you have a distinguished status, so there is no need to condescend to your dignity and teach in person... "

"no!"

Mr. Xun said with a serious face:

"Preaching and teaching is the foundation of our Taixu Sect. Whether it is building a foundation, becoming a disciple, teaching, or being an elder, regardless of the level of cultivation or the level of the position, it should be based on preaching and teaching. To be proud, this is the duty of the sect!”

"Although I am old now, no matter what, I must stick to this principle!"

When the head of Taixu heard this, he was extremely respectful. He immediately stood up, cupped his hands and saluted:

"Junior, please follow the teachings of the old gentleman."

Mr. Xun stroked his beard and nodded happily.

After the matter was finalized, Mr. Xun left. But what he said still echoed in the ears of Master Taixu.

The head of Taixu thought for a long time, with complicated emotions, and sighed in his heart:

"In today's cultivation world, whether it is a family or a sect, there are fewer and fewer people who are as open-minded and righteous as Mr. Xun..."

Head Taixu sighed, took a sip of tea, and was suddenly startled. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt something strange.

This big formation course won’t be held earlier or later, so why is it being held now?

Although it was for the purpose of preaching and teaching, he always felt that Mr. Xun seemed to have a little selfish intention.

However, Mr. Xun has an upright heart and a clear mind. What selfish motives can he have?

Head Taixu thought for a moment and shook his head.

It must be that I am too worried.

Mr. Xun is highly respected, so he would not lie to himself.

…

After Mr. Xun discussed with the head of Taixu, the rules of the formation class were changed accordingly.

The next formation class is the beginning of the big class.

The location of the course was chosen in the Preaching Pavilion, the largest preaching room.

Old Mr.

Mr. Xun glanced at the entire audience and said concisely:

"From now on, the unified teaching of formations will be led by me as the main lecturer, and the teaching assistant will be the lecturer, and..."

Mr. Xun glanced down, stretched out his hand and said:

"Ink painting."

Mo Hua was startled.

Old Mr.

Mo Hua was caught off guard for a moment and was a little confused.

Then he realized that thousands of eyes were looking at him at the same time, like thousands of arrows fired in unison.

Some of these looks were familiar, some were unfamiliar, some were shocked, some were confused, some were admiring, some were questioning, and many were slightly hostile.

They are all the real geniuses in the Taixu Sect. Although they are from the first generation, many of them are not familiar with Mo Hua.

How could they endure a "little senior brother" sent from the sky with their unruly temper?

Looking at the ink paintings made his scalp numb and made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Mr. Xun turned a deaf ear and said to Mo Hua:

"Mo Hua, come up and down."

Mo Hua was under a mountain of pressure in front of everyone, but he still gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stage and stood next to Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun, a white-haired old man, patted Mo Hua's small shoulder, nodded slightly, then pointed at Mo Hua and said to the disciple below:

"From now on, this will be your 'little senior brother'."

Before Mo Hua said anything, a disciple below suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and stood up. Although his expression was respectful, but a little angry, he asked:

"Excuse me, old gentleman, does this count as an 'informal decision'?"

Mr. Xun nodded and said calmly:

"Yes."

The disciple was choked.

Mr. Xun was so calm, he didn't know what to say.

Another disciple stood up and said: "Old sir, you are 'favoritism' and I don't accept it!"

Mr. Xun glanced at him lightly, "What then?"

"I..." The disciple hesitated and said proudly, "My great-grandfather is the great elder of the Taixu Sect. I will tell everything to my great-grandfather, saying that you acted unfairly, engaged in malpractice for personal gain, abused your power, and did not abide by the law." rule……"

Mr. Xun had a subtle expression, nodded slightly and said:

"Okay, you go back and tell me, by the way, your great-grandfather who is the great elder can come to see me tomorrow, and I will talk to him about what 'rules' are..."

The disciple was startled, and then he started to murmur in his heart.

Why is this old Mr. Xun not afraid at all...

I don’t know if he is really not afraid, or if he is pretending not to be afraid, or if he is too senior and his great-grandfather does not dare to touch him?

It's a pity that my great-grandfather never mentioned Mr. Xun.

He also didn't know what kind of status this old Mr. Xun had in the door.

But he is not stupid. Listening to the tone of Mr. Xun's words, it is obvious that he does not take his great-grandfather seriously. What if he really has a very high status...

This disciple was trembling a little.

I won't... cause trouble for my great-grandfather...

Great-grandfather wouldn't beat me...

This disciple lost his confidence and sat down obediently.

The other disciples also realized that something was wrong.

Mr. Xun, who was usually meticulous and only knew how to teach, might have a more respected position than they thought.

No one dared to speak.

Mr. Xun looked solemn, but he also sighed silently in his heart.

On a normal day, he would still take some time to figure it out.

But now the secrets are unclear and the situation is special, so a quick solution is required.

Even if he is praised hard, he must "praise" the ink painting and become the junior senior brother of this Taixu Sect.

This matter is related to the fate of Taixu Sect.

There is no time to delay or doubt!

In important matters related to heaven and earth, if you hesitate for a moment, the cause and effect will be reversed.

Therefore, as long as you get a glimpse of the secret, even if Qiankun is arbitrary and insists on going his own way, you can't hesitate at all!

Mr. Xun looked around at the disciples sitting down.

All the disciples had different expressions. Although they did not speak, they were obviously not "convinced".

It doesn’t matter if you’re not “convinced”, but at least let them “take it orally” first!

Mr. Xun said in a majestic tone:

"This matter has been settled. You all need to call me 'little senior brother' first."

They were obviously not happy, but under the pressure of Mr. Xun, they had to shout.

Therefore, all the geniuses of Taixu Sect's current class, except for a small number of disciples who were familiar with Mo Hua, most of them were unwilling to lower their voices and shouted to Mo Hua, who was smaller than them:

"Little senior brother."