A supervisor pondered: "It seems that the surname is Mo, and the name is... Mo Hua?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the principal shuddered suddenly and turned pale.

Everyone wanted to ask him something else, but it was obvious that they were a little stunned by his appearance, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you so pale?"

The boss was still frightened, and pointed upward, "I feel like the puppet just... glanced at me?"

Everyone looked around and saw the "old man" with a blank expression in the center, still stamping one file after another with sluggish movements.

"What are you talking about? This is a puppet, not a human being..."

One of the chief officials said: "Be careful, what kind of puppet? According to the rules of my Tianquan Pavilion, you must be respectfully called 'Master Puppet'..."

"There are no outsiders here, so why are you so particular?"

"Okay, even if you call me Master Puppet, isn't it still a puppet?"

"No, I really felt just now that this... Master Puppet seemed to have glanced at me..."

"Stop talking nonsense. It's just for no reason. Why is Master Puppet looking at you?"

"This, I..."

"Okay, okay," said an old director, "let's stop chatting and get down to business quickly. Let's finish the matter of the merger of the three sects at the border of Gansu Province."

"Over there in the Southern Wilderness, the war is intense and the sect is undergoing frequent changes. There may be more things going on in the next few days. How can there be any leisure time?"

"yes……"

"Master Xia is right."

"Get these chores done earlier..."

So everyone fell silent and began to work hard on the paperwork at hand. They didn't finish it until it got late.

The elderly Director Xia respectfully handed the dossier of the three Taixu sects to the puppet old man sitting in the seat.

The old man treated everyone equally and stamped his seal.

But no one noticed that his mouth moved slightly and made a slight "crunching" sound, just like... the sound of cracking pine nuts.

…

After the seal of Tianquan Pavilion was signed.

The merger of the three sects was finally implemented.

Taixumen was crowded with people at this time.

The disciples of Tai'amen and Chongxumen, which should now be called Tai'ashan and Chongxushan, gathered in the grand field of Taixu Mountain to participate in the first sect opening meeting after the merger of the three sects.

Because after the merger of the three sects, Taixu Sect was the leader, such conferences would be held in Taixu Mountain.

This conference was very grand.

The disciples of Tai'a Mountain in golden robes, the disciples of Chongxu Mountain in blue robes, and the disciples of Taixu Mountain in black and white were all gathered together, densely packed with figures, creating the atmosphere of a large sect.

After that, the heads of the three sects also gave regular speeches, urging their disciples to be united and practice diligently.

When the grand opening ceremony was over, the brand new and grand Taixu Sect was born, covering three mountains and recruiting more than ten thousand disciples.

The next day was the formation class.

Mr. Xun gathered all the disciples from the three mountains who were in the middle school year of foundation building at the dojo in Taixu Mountain.

"From now on, I will teach you all your formations."

Old Mr.

"Mo Hua, come here." Mr. Xun waved his hand.

Mo Hua nodded and walked to the center of the dojo.

Mr. Xun said to the disciples in the audience:

"This is Mo Hua. From now on, he will be your 'little senior brother' in the formation, and he will teach you the formation on my behalf."

"Come and meet your little senior brother..."

All the disciples from Tai'a Mountain and Chongxu Mountain were stunned for a moment.

Most of them are not familiar with ink painting, but they have heard of the name of ink painting.

Many disciples have even seen Mo Hua with his own eyes at the formation discussion conference. He was astonishing and talented. He suppressed all parties with a crushing attitude and won the first place in the formation.

Although Mo Hua looks young and doesn't look like a "senior brother", no one dares to question him.

What's more, this is Mr. Xun's order.

So, in the huge dojo, thousands of disciples from three sects saluted in unison and said:

"I've met my little senior brother!"

"I've met my little senior brother..."

The sounds of "little senior brother" merged into one, just like the rivers merged into the ocean. They were so majestic that they shook the forest, spread into the sky, and echoed for a long time in the ancient Taixu Mountains.

Ink painting thus became the "little senior brother" shared by many disciples after the merger of the three sects, the three mountains and one lineage.
Chapter completed!