"Ancient Wilderness Words - How to learn?"

Where to learn?

Who will teach yourself?

Mo Hua frowned and thought for a long time, but still had no idea.

Mr. Tu should be able to do it.

If Mr. Tu is still alive, he is still learning things from him in the blood sacrifice formation and "working" for him, and his relationship with each other is also in a "friendly period". Maybe he can really indirectly ask Mr. Tu for advice on the ancient Chinese texts of the Great Wilderness.

But the problem is that Mr. Tu has been killed.

This possibility has been fundamentally erased.

Mo Hua put the bone syllable on his forehead again, and felt the content inside, but was still confused.

Things like "text" are generally more abstract, if you don't know, you won't know.

If we do not learn systematic inheritance, we will not know what kind of brain circuit the ancient tribes in the Great Wilderness used to create and record such words.

In the bone simplified script, there are only obscure ancient characters and no patterns of array patterns.

I don’t know where the so-called ancient formation map of wilderness was hidden.

When the situation is unknown, Mo Hua is not very brave enough to act rashly, for fear that his spiritual consciousness is too strong and his movements are too rough, so he will break the bone Jian.

The situation was a little frozen.

"Or why don't you ask Mr. Xun?"

Ink painting pondered in his heart.

But in the next few days, Mr. Xun seemed to be busy with something big and never showed up.

Mo Hua was "contained" and could not get out for a while. He could only hold Gu Jian and stare at him.

It took about five days later that Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting and checked the injuries of the ink painting. Seeing that the ink painting had improved a lot, his eyes were clear, and his fate was not chaotic, he nodded slightly.

But Mr. Xun frowned throughout the whole process and looked tired.

Seeing this, Mo Hua thought of it and asked curiously: "Old sir, are you busy with the blood sacrifice array?"

Mr. Xun didn't want to say much about the micro-certification, but he thought that although the ink painting was small, there were too many major events involved, and even many major events were closely related to him.

There are some secrets, it’s okay to talk to him.

Mr. Xun sighed softly, "The blood sacrifice formation is a great disaster. Although the disaster has disappeared, the losses caused are still immeasurable. There are also a lot of things to do for the aftermath--."

"The dead monks must be buried and their bodies must be burned to avoid plague or corpses."

"The Daotingsi, the monks and disciples of the aristocratic families and sects, also need pensions."

"The land polluted by evil spirits and blood qi must be found to repurify it."

"Mountains that collapse, deform, or are directly destroyed must also be rebuilt."

"The city with broken formations needs to be repaired, and many homeless casual cultivators must also be placed-""

Killing and destroying such rough things is sometimes easy to do.

But rebuilding after destruction and giving displaced people a place to stay so that everyone can continue to survive is a seemingly "unusual" trivial matter, but it is much more complicated and difficult.

Moreover, it will inevitably cost a lot of spirit stones.

Mr. Xun saw Mo Hua frowned and comforted him, "You don't have to worry about these things. You have done enough and your merits are great enough-"

Of course, the murder is deep enough.

Mr. Xun said silently in his heart, and then continued to ink painting:

"You just need to remember that you don't reveal what you did, so as not to cause trouble."

"Will I be suspected?" Mo Hua asked.

Mr. Xun said, "In this world, there are countless powerful people in the cultivation of the land and hidden masters. As long as you don't show up, some bizarre things,

Someone will take the blame for you."

Even the disaster of the Wilderness Blood Sacrifice may be in the dark, and other powerful people who see their heads but not their tails are trading.

However, everyone was in the game and had never seen it clearly.

Mr. Xun had a premonition about this.

Even Mo Hua vaguely noticed "Well," Mo Hua nodded, and then suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Mr. Xun, how is the Sword Contest happening?"

"Did our Taixu Sect win?"

Mr. Xun was about to speak, but suddenly looked at the ink painting and asked, "How will this matter develop in your original deduction?"

Ink painting is a pleasant one, "Do you want me to tell me?"

Mr. Xun said, "You talk first."

Seeing that Mr. Xun's eyes were calm, Mo Hua said, "At that time, I slashed out with a sword, and there would probably be several situations."

"One, it will directly erase Shen Linshu and the others' divine thoughts and take their lives."

"But this situation is unlikely, they have the immortal talisman."

"So, this sword is likely to break their immortality talisman."

"After breaking the immortal talisman, there are still several situations:"

"One is that Shen Linshu and his men are deprived of their sea of ​​consciousness and will remain unconscious until the end of the sword contest."

"The second is that it will make them show their "original form"—"

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said slowly:

"The geniuses like Shen Linshu have some shameful activities behind their backs. They have been on the Rouge Boat, and they will definitely be polluted in the sea of ​​consciousness. They have evil thoughts from evil gods, but they are sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness with clever means."

"Even if this sword does not destroy them, as long as they break through their sea of ​​consciousness, let the cause and effect of these evil evil betrayals and be discovered by other Yuhuan Zhenren, or the ancestor Dongxu, they will definitely be punished and cannot discuss swords anymore."

"In the worst case, even if they can't destroy them, they can't let their evil thoughts appear, at least they will break their natal immortality and damage their vitality."

"As long as the four supreme geniuses of the four sects are severely damaged, the subsequent sword-making discussion of Tianzi will be completely decided by me, and the outcome will be controlled by my Taixu Sect."

"In addition, there is another situation-"

Mo Hua thought about it and said, "That is, I will smash the immortal talisman and trigger the hole virtual Dharma image. The hole virtual Dharma image will kill me, and I am a disciple of the sword discussion. The fifth-grade Taoist Mountain Formation will definitely fight against the hole virtual Dharma in order to protect me."

"The battle between the great formation and Dharma image at the cave level will be earth-shaking and striking. The entire sword-contesting venue will probably be destroyed."

"In this way, the subsequent swordsmanship will have to be terminated."

"And if the sword contest ends here, the final sword contest ranking will be determined based on the current results."

"Our Taixu Sect has a good early results. In the Shura battle, most of the disciples survived to the end, and I was the last survivor of the Shura battle. In this way, my Taixu Sect has the most victories———"

"I have carefully deduced all the above situations."

"The cause and effect involved, and various variables, are probably under control."

"So, as long as I can kill Chen Linshu and others with one sword, the last name of the first sword contest will definitely be from my Taixu Sect."

The ink painting has clear mouths, clear structure, and a thorough gaze. It expresses all these causal thoughts without any speed.

Mr. Xun looked very proud.

He looked at the ink painting, with a youthful face, deep eyes as deep as a pool of water, and the calmness of being in cause and effect, and controlling all variables, and a deep feeling surged in his heart.

He guessed that Mo Hua must have considered it if he did all this.

But he didn't expect that Mo Hua would be so deeply thinking about it.

At this age, he has been so meticulous and mentally as a demon since he can remember it.

If you live for hundreds or even thousands of years, your cultivation level will be higher, your power of derivation will be stronger, and your insight into cause and effect will be more profound. How despicable will it be?

Mr. Xun sighed in his heart.

Heaven and earth are like chess, and the people are like pieces.

And the ink painting has such a terrifying talent, and must be a natural person who plays chess. No wonder - the fortune of the main road and the Taoist convergence of the earth will be integrated into him.

No wonder that man accepted him as his personal disciple.

Just Mr. Xun frowned.

"It was the man who accepted him as his disciple that made Mo Hua awaken this understanding and luck."

"Or because Mo Hua has this understanding and luck, then that person will accept him as his disciple?"

"Or it's not? This is really just a coincidence of causality and effect?"

Mr. Xun fell into deep thought.

After a while, Mo Hua asked, "Old sir, am I right?"

Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He realized what Mo Hua was saying. He couldn't help but sigh and nodded:

"It's almost the case-"

"After counting this, my Taixu Sect should be able to take over the title of "Sword Leader"."

"But this is not that simple either."

"If you study the major sects and aristocratic families, you will definitely not agree so easily, especially the four sects, which will inevitably cause many obstacles in public or secretly."

"I, Taixu Sect, can't sit idly by. It's probably a matter of sword debate that will take a long time before the final result will be achieved."

"But, that's the same thing," Mr. Xun looked at Mo Hua, both feeling and relieved. "You have done enough, and I will solve this problem. You can rest with peace of mind and stay away from these storms."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Xun was silent for a moment, his eyes were slightly deeper, and he suddenly spoke, "That sword."

Mo Hua's heart thrilled.
To be continued...