This goes against the interests of most sects.

Therefore, the speculation that the ink painting exploded the blood sacrifice array ended in vain, and no one mentioned it again soon.

But another type of rumors spread widely.

"It is said that... Mo Hua fell into the blood sacrifice array and had already converted to the demonic path. Not only did he practice the magic skills, eat human flesh, drink human blood, but he also used human blood and human skin to draw the evil array."

"In the blood sacrifice formation where the evil god revives, a large part of the formation is from Mo Hua, the leader of the Ganxue formation."

This rumor is actually not purely a rumor.

At least half of them are right.

But Mr. Xun certainly cannot admit it. Taixu Sect also has a firm attitude and responded:

"Absurd!" "Rich!" "Make something out of nothing!" "Spread rumors and slander!"

Someone asked Mo Draw to clarify and prove that he did not have the magic skills to cultivate demons, nor did he eat human flesh and drink human blood to draw evil formations.

After all, this kind of thing cannot be concealed.

Once you go astray and get caught in the bloody and evil means, it is easy for people to notice abnormalities.

Even if there is no problem, sometimes you can find problems.

Mr. Xun has lived for countless years. How could he not understand such a thing? Naturally, he could not pay attention to these remarks. He only hid the ink paintings tightly, and did not reveal any rumors or clues to the outside.

If others ask, they say that Mo Hua is practicing, retreating, and learning formations.

If some senior executives of sects or aristocratic families questioned, Mr. Xun sank his face and said coldly:

"Why, you want to insult my Taixu lintel?"

"How can I not know if my Taixu Sect disciple is innocent?"

"You can check it by asking me to investigate the leader of the Taixu Sect? I'm sorry, what are you?"

Mr. Xun is highly respected. In Mo Hua's eyes, he is a kind and respectable elder, but in the eyes of others, he is an unfathomable "old monster".

He pulled his face down, but no one really dared to be arrogant, touching Mr. Xun's bad head.

But the tree wanted to calm the wind and the wind continued to stop. Although these suspicious voices were temporarily suppressed by Mr. Xun, they spread everywhere behind their backs and became rampant.

Ink painting knows nothing about this.

All the evil intentions and rumors of people are isolated from the Taixu Mountain Gate by Mr. Xun.

Mo Hua stayed alone in the back mountain to recuperate, lived a peaceful life with clothes and food.

All outsiders, even the Taixu Sect, are not allowed to visit the ink painting.

The only exception is Situ Zhenren.

As the great elder of Xuanji Valley, Situ Zhenren is also considered an "informant".

Mo Hua's health was a little better, so Situ Zhenren came to visit him in person, and the two of them drank tea in the small yard together.

The two were old and young, one was eternal, one was built, one was the elder of Xuanji Valley, and one was a disciple of Taixu Sect. They sat together to drink tea and even drank the feeling of "reunion friends reunion". The atmosphere was quiet and harmonious.

Situ Zhenren held the teacup, and Yu Guang looked at the ink painting, feeling a lot of emotion.

He didn't expect that the little kid in Lizhou City had grown to this point in a blink of an eye.

The leader of the formation, the unparalleled divine way.

Transform a sword and kill the gods, swallow the evil fetus alive.

Whenever I think of it, Zhenren Situ feels horrified and confused at the same time.

What has this child experienced in just ten years?

Where did he learn this incredible skill?

Zhenren Situ wanted to ask about the ink painting, but at least he held it back and never spoke.

Disease comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth.

Once you open your mouth, you will lose your secrets.

In fact, there is also a question in the ink painting. I really want to ask Zhenren Situ. He endured it, but he couldn't help it and whispered:

"Senior Situ, my teacher..."

Zhenren Situ immediately pressed Mo Hua's arm, pursed his lips, and shook his head with a serious expression.

This cause and effect is greater than that of Mo Hua and involves more. I don’t know how many old monsters are sniffing the smell of blood in the dark and staring at it.

Although the life is broken, the sky burial of Guixu fell into the hands of the demonic Taoist.

But behind the scenes, it is not known whether someone still peeks at them, so we have to be careful.

Seeing Mo Hua's eyes were dim and his expression was lonely, Situ Zhenren couldn't bear it, so he sighed: "You ask or not, it will be useless."

"Some things you know in advance may not be a good thing."

"You are now, although..." Situ Zhenren was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Although he is good at being good at being, he is still too weak in the face of such a real cause and effect of immortals and heaven. You have not yet reached the point where you can really play chess game with countless powerful masters and demons from ancient times to the present, openly and secretly."

"The first thing you must do now is to practice well and improve your cultivation. When your level is high enough and you are truly capable of controlling the overall situation and reverse the cause and effect, you will take action."

"Don't be too hasty..."

Situ Zhenren's tone was a bit serious, "It's very stupid to lack his own ability, but he is greedy for merit and proactive, and he wants to change the situation. He is stupid. He has no plans and is not prepared in a close way. At the least, he becomes a puppet of others. At the worst, he dies and loses his way. He has no hope of doing what he wants to do in his life..."

"Practicing Taoism is not a one-day achievement. What those who achieve great things need more is a firm mind and persistent persistence."

Mo Hua was stunned, then his eyes were clear and impetuous, and he nodded seriously.

Seeing this, Situ Zhenren felt relieved and felt emotion.

When ordinary people hear his words, they will only think that what he is talking about is a big truth, flashy and sneer.

But only those with a real big picture can understand the real big truths in the world, and put them into practice.

This pattern and enlightenment in the heart of Tao are rare in the world.

Perhaps, only such a person can uphold the fortune of heaven and earth, and use his own destiny to suppress the extremely evil deeds of Taoist evil and evil fetus...

Situ Zhenren felt emotion, then frowned slightly, and sighed in his heart: "I just hope he doesn't make mistakes..."

After that, the two of them drank tea and talked about some trivial matters. Mo Hua asked some knowledge of Tianji and Cause. When it was getting late, Zhenren Situ got up and said goodbye.

"I won't bother you anymore, I'll have a good rest."

"Well, Senior Situ walked slowly."

After seeing off Situ Zhenren, Mo Hua felt a little tired, and his head was indeed a little heavy, so he went back to the bed and continued to lie down.

But after lying for a while, I can't sleep.

I want to sleep while standing, but I can’t sleep while lying down.

Mo Hua opened her eyes and stared at the roof. She recalled Situ Zhenren's words over and over again in her mind, and was worried in her heart:

Master, what's going on now...

It has been ten years since the Qiankun Qingguang Can still fix the cause and effect of Master’s life and death? It won’t be broken...

Will the youngest sister’s mother, also his uncle, take good care of her master?

As Mo Hua thought about it, his mood became a little confused. He shook his head, abandoned the distracting thoughts, and calmed down:

"Situ Zhenren is right. It's meaningless to think about anything beyond his own ability and beyond his control."

"It's better to calm down and do what you can do meticulously and steadily."

There are only two things I have to do and can do now:

First, become stronger.

The second is to become stronger.

This is also the meaning of the way to study, and the meaning of practice and learning.

Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

In life, we must keep getting stronger. Only in this way can we sense the way of heaven and strive for self-improvement.

The ink painting was filled with energy and his eyes became more and more crystal clear.

"I can't save my master because I'm not strong enough."

"As long as I am strong enough, I will definitely be able to save my master!"

"I am building the foundation now, and the next step is to form elixirs, and if I want to form elixirs..."

Thinking of this, Mo Hua touched her thumb and took out a bone piece from her cap ring.

This is the piece of the Great Wilderness bone that he picked out from the head of the evil god statue of the human-faced, sheep horn, white bone that Mr. Tu worshipped.

To be precise, this should be a "bone simplified" similar to a jade slip.

And there should be a formation that is extremely important to him in this bone simplified pen.

The situation was urgent before, and Mo Hua didn't have time to read it. Later, because the murder was too deep, he endured the burden of his destiny that he shouldn't have to bear. He kept lying in bed and resting on his mind, and had no time to think about anything else.
To be continued...