"But the situation is very chaotic now. Zhenren Situ specially ordered not to let the mother and the other party go out, so as not to have any trouble."

Mo Hua nodded, "That's good..."

This period of time is quite sensitive and he really can't walk around at will. He himself was "contained" by Mr. Xun and trapped in the back mountain and could not get out.

Mo Hua asked some questions about Shangguan Wang, the traitor of Shangguan family, and learned that Shangguan Wang had been removed from the Shangguan family and that the entire pulse was implicated and "liquidated"...

Those with positions were removed from their positions, and those with power were removed from their power. Some of the disciples of the entire lineage were erased and expelled from their families, while the rest were either released into the family's small property or were completely marginalized.

Shangguan Wang was also scolded as an old dog and a villain, and was despised by everyone.

Ink painting couldn't help but feel emotion.

He seeks fame and fortune all his life, and eventually loses his fame.

He was desperate to live forever, but in the end he died without a complete corpse.

If Shangguan Wang knew that this would be the end of his life, he would not know what he would think and what would he choose...

Afterwards, Mo Hua and Shangguan Yi talked about some trivial matters, and Shangguan Yi planned to say goodbye.

When he came to see the ink painting, he had already received the kindness of Mr. Xun. Now that he saw that the ink painting was fine, he felt relieved. It was not easy to delay any further and delay the ink painting rest.

"Ink Painting," Before leaving, Shangguan Yi looked at the Ink Painting again and said solemnly, "If there is anything in the future, I, Shangguan Yi, will go through fire and water, and will never refuse..."

Mo Hua was startled again and waved his hand and said, "Uncle Shangguan, you are so serious..."

Aunt Wan was kind to her and even able to join Taixu Sect, which was also a blessing for Aunt Wan.

Yuer, a child, also likes Mo Hua very much, and he has always regarded Yuer as his younger brother.

In trouble, Mo Hua will naturally save them, and he will not be considered grateful.

Shangguan Yi stopped talking and just bowed, "I won't bother you anymore, take care of you."

Ink paintings return gifts, "Take care."

The two parted ways.

Shangguan Yi left the cave and walked along the mountain road halfway. He looked back and forth, with a complicated look for a moment.

I was very scared when I thought that I almost lost my beloved wife and children.

Now that the disaster is hard to pass, Shangguan Yi suddenly feels like "living after the disaster".

He sighed deeply and murmured with a wry smile:

"I can't repay this kind of kindness even if I do something for a horse..."

...

Formo Hua really doesn’t take kindness or something too much into consideration.

People in the world suffer great suffering.

There are many sufferings, but he is unable to achieve them and cannot change too much.

But at least, he hopes that everyone around him will be safe, happy and healthy.

only……

Mo Hua raised her head, looked in the direction where Shangguan Yi left, and frowned.

"Yuer..."

The ink painting was silent for a moment, thinking about something.

...

The days afterwards remain as calm as water.

Ink painting still lives a quiet and "confinement" life.

Until this day, Mr. Xun came to him personally and told him: "There is a result of a sword contest."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "That Taixu Gate..."

Mr. Xun sighed, as if a mountain on his shoulder had been removed, and he felt relieved. His running and mediation these days also rewarded.

Mr. Xun nodded, "For your blessing, I won the first place in the sword contest."

The ink painting was very happy and his eyes were shining brightly.

Mr. Xun, who has always been serious, also showed a gentle smile when he looked at Mo Hua like this.

The ancestor of the sect really never dreamed that Taixu Sect could really have it, and it was the day when it was overwhelming the top sects of Qianxue to win the first place in the sword competition.

The three sects merge, and the first is the sword debate.

The ancestors of Taixu under the Nine Springs, who had made some great ambitions, actually brought a "treasure" to the Taixu Sect that was enough to make the entire sect go against the will of heaven and change their fate.

Nowadays, the status of Mo Hua in Taixu Sect is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "little ancestor".

Not only Taixu Mountain, but also Taia Mountain, the heads and elders of Chongxu Mountain wanted to set up a tablet for Mo Hua in the ancestral hall and burn incense for him every day.

Of course, Mr. Xun did not tell Mo Hua about these things, so as not to be proud of him.

Mr. Xun is meaningful and authentic.

Mo Hua nodded, but was still a little uncertain, "What should I do when I attend the formation conference?"

"You are more restrained and act mediocre, and you are simple, just get the first place."

Mr. Xun said lightly.

Ink painting: "…"

Convergence, mediocre, simple, get the first one...

Can these words be said together?

However, Mo Hua also understood what Mr. Xun meant and nodded, "Okay, I'll calm down."

...

Three days later, the Taoist conference reopened.

The number of people watching the ceremony was much less than before, but at first glance, it was still crowded.

After another seven days, it was the day of the Formation Conference.

On this day, the ink painting, which was locked in the back mountain by Mr. Xun, appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

He was wearing a Taixu Door and Taoist Robe, with a thin body, fair face, picturesque facial features and bright eyes, looking no different from before.

In addition to being thinner, my eyes are brighter.

A group of monks and disciples were talking in the stands.

This is the most watched game since the reopening of the Tao Conference.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Hua.

Rumors about ink paintings are like undercurrents, surging back and forth among the crowd like tides.

Mo Hua remembers Mr. Xun’s advice, keeps it low-key and restrained, acts simpler and simpler, and is indifferent to the inner self, so he does not take other people’s eyes and discussions seriously.

The senior executives of major aristocratic families and sects looked at the ink paintings, with different thoughts, but they all remained silent.

In the audience, Gu Changhuai, Zhang Lan, Taixu Sect elders and disciples, and other monks who were worried about Mo Hua, were relieved when they saw Mo Hua safe and sound.

The elders of Mount Dao are exactly the opposite.

They were all worried, as if they were facing a great enemy, staring at the ink paintings that had long been listed on the "blacklist", for fear that this kid would do something else and bring the mountain of Rendao to the sky.

Logically speaking, a discussion on formation is not a discussion on swordsmanship, so there should be no such big disturbance.

But the problem is that there is nothing to say about the kid Mo Hua.

In this complex and subtle atmosphere, the formation conference began.

The ink paintings were arranged in the first row, the first seat, and the independent seats, which had the momentum of "leading the top".

Ink painting, who originally wanted to restrain his behavior, sighed helplessly.

There is no way, he wants to keep a low profile, but his strength does not allow it.

He is the "leader of the formation".

There has never been a precedent for the leader of the formation to participate in the formation conference before, so he could only sit in the first row, the first independent seat, and attracted the attention of thousands of people.

The ink painting is a little uncomfortable.

However, he experienced too many big scenes and his mentality soon calmed down.

After that, I started to give questions and take exams.

The entire process is quite similar to the previous session.

If you can draw it, leave it, and if you can't draw it, leave.

Every disciple also has three fault tolerances.

The ink painting feels familiar, kind, and a little bored.
To be continued...