"He has become a demon, and he is practicing the 'strange' art of Tao..."

"He is indifferent and has extremely powerful means. He is also an extremely conceited person. However, he is proficient in the art of spiritual thoughts and his use of spiritual consciousness is also at its peak..."

"If you meet him in the future, be careful..."

"Yeah, Master."

Mo Hua's eyes were wet and she nodded.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting, thought for a moment, and showed a little apology, but said bluntly:

"As a teacher... there are great opportunities and shocking secrets... but these cannot be passed on to you, let alone told you."

"If you pass it on, it will bring you a huge disaster."

"Even if you just know it, it will be affected by cause and effect."

"So you can't know anything, and don't know anything..."

"The Immortal Heaven Array is a unique inheritance, I can't teach you..."

"I can teach you that there are only some obscure and complex magical methods, as well as the principles of formations."

"In the future, you must learn one by one with your own ability and understand it little by little..."

"Even if it will be very hard and there will be many setbacks, you must go your own way, form your own formation, cultivate the supreme spiritual consciousness, and attain your own path!"

Mo Hua looked serious and nodded, "I remember, Master..."

Mr. Zhuang nodded and looked at the ink painting. He felt that there were thousands of words, but he couldn't even say it. In the end, he only sighed a long sigh.

The ink painting also drooped its little head.

After a moment, Mr. Zhuang seemed to make up his mind, smiled slightly, and said to Mo Hua:

"You're tired, take a break."

Mo Hua shook his head and was about to say "I am not tired." He wanted to spend more time with his master, but when he spoke, he felt a little drowsy. It seemed that he was really too tired and had not closed his eyes for several days and was very tired.

Mo Hua fought with her upper and lower eyelids, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

His breathing was evenly, his picturesque little face, innocent and cute, but his small brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was worried about something.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting reluctantly, as if he wanted to remember the ink painting in his heart forever.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Mo Hua's forehead, gently smoothed Mo Hua's frown brows, and murmured softly.

It seems that only when Mo Hua falls asleep can he say these words:

"The most fortunate thing for my teacher in this life is to accept your child as a disciple..."

"It's a pity that my master can't see the day when your formation is successful..."

"This is the last gift for you..."

"We must live well..."

...

When Mo Hua woke up, it was not yet dawn and his master was still by his side, but his breath was obvious and faded a little.

“Master…”

Ink painting worried.

Mr. Zhuang smiled gently.

"I... fell asleep..."

Ink painting is a little ashamed.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Go and clean up. After dawn, follow your senior brother and sister and leave together."

Mo Hua's heart trembled and he said reluctantly:

"Master, can't you go together?"

Mr. Zhuang did not answer, but just touched Mo Hua's head and said softly:

“Go…”

Mo Hua could only leave reluctantly.

After dawn, Mo Hua left Lishan City with Aunt Xue, as well as the junior brother, senior sister, and all the monks of the Five Elements Sect.

Before leaving, he and his senior brothers and sisters went to see Mr. Zhuang again.

But Mr. Zhuang's door was closed and he seemed to have never seen them again.

The ink painting knocked on the door, but no one responded.

When the time came, he had to leave.

Mo Hua left the Five Elements Sect with the team of monks. Every few steps he took, he looked back, thinking about whether he could see his master and whether he could look at his master again.

But until I left the Five Elements Sect, I still didn’t see the master.

"I can't see the master..."

The tears of Mo Hua couldn't stop and shed.

And on a tall building in the Five Elements Sect.

Mr. Zhuang, who was no one saw him, kept watching the ink painting leave.

He looked at Mo Hua's small figure, kept looking back, wiped his tears, gradually drifting away, and finally disappeared between the pavilions and towers.

In the warm eyes, endless expectations were revealed:

"I have entrusted the past of the sect to your senior brother and senior sister..."

"But I have entrusted the future of the sect to you..."

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Chapter completed!