Taixumen, back mountain.

Carrying a bottle of wine, Mr. Xun slowly walked into the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, and walked into the sword tomb where the murderous intention was scattered and the sword energy was withered.

In the Sword Tomb, Ancestor Dugu is still like a solitary stone on the top of the cliff, sitting and guarding unmoving despite the weather.

Mr. Xun placed the wine bottle in front of Ancestor Dugu and said:

"Senior brother, I'm having a great day today. Let's have a drink."

Ancestor Dugu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly focused, and he said in disbelief:

"The three sects...really merged again?"

"Yes..." Mr. Xun was pleased, "We have joined together again, and now we are one family again... It's a pity that that name is so lucky that we can no longer use it."

Then he looked a little sad.

They, old antiques, still have great affection for the names of their ancestors.

Ancestor Dugu looked complicated, then silently glanced at Mr. Xun, and said in a dry voice:

"Junior brother, thank you for your hard work..."

When the three sects merged, the matter was huge and full of difficulties.

It can really conceal the secrets of heaven, seek opportunities, overcome many difficulties, and promote the integration of the three sects into one lineage. Overtly and covertly, I don't know how much effort and effort it takes.

However, he was harassed by the demon and could only stay in the forbidden area of ​​​​the Sword Tomb.

On ordinary days, if there is no disorder of heaven and cause and effect, in order to stick to his original intention, he will not even release his spiritual consciousness.

Completely, he is just a "blind" and "deaf" person. He knows nothing about things other than the Sword Tomb and cannot be of much help.

All these burdens naturally fell on the shoulders of his junior brother.

When he was young, Junior Brother Xun was taciturn and had mediocre swordsmanship. Now, times have changed and he has become the real support of the Taixu Sect.

On the contrary, he, a swordsman with extraordinary aptitude and high hopes, was now buried alive in the sword tomb like a useless person.

He failed in the cultivation of Taixu Sect and also brought down his junior brother.

Ancestor Dugu had many emotions, but he kept them deep in his heart and never spoke them out.

He looked at the wine bottle in front of him again and shook his head:

"Demons and gods, I can't drink..."

"Don't worry, I've mixed some water for you, it doesn't hurt to take a sip," Mr. Xun said, "Just think of it as celebrating the reunion of the three sects."

Ancestor Dugu was silent.

Old Mr.

Ancestor Dugu was a little moved when he heard this, and then he tremblingly picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.

After finishing the drink, he frowned and said, "Are you lying to me? This is not brewed by Master."

Mr. Xun nodded and said, "Master left some wine behind, and I will make the next one."

"Sure enough, the wine you brew doesn't taste good, so it's better not to drink it."

"I'm not really asking you to drink. Today the three sects are joining together to let you celebrate and have a taste..."

Patriarch Dugu put down his wine pot, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said:

"How did Ouyang and Linghu agree to this matter?"

The "boy" mentioned by Patriarch Dugu refers to Patriarch Ouyang of Tai'amen and Patriarch Linghu of Chongxu Clan.

These two people are younger than him, and they were promoted to Dongxu later than him.

Old Mr.

"Of course, there is another important reason why Tai'a and Chongxu are willing to rebuild the mountain gate with me, Taixu, as the leader."

Old Mr.

"First in the debate?"

Ancestor Dugu was startled and said in surprise: "My Taixu Sect, can I still be ranked first in formation?"

He is the best in swordsmanship, so he can still believe it for the time being.

But the formation is number one?

Why is Taixu Gate?

My ancestors didn’t have this background at all…

"Who got it?" Patriarch Dugu asked.

Old Mr.

Ink painting..."

Ancestor Dugu was stunned. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"who?"

"Ink painting."

Old Mr.

Better than…”

As he was talking, he suddenly saw that Patriarch Dugu had a different look on his face. His heart moved and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Senior brother, do you know this kid?"

Ancestor Dugu's heart skipped a beat.

Not only did I know him, I also taught him swordsmanship...

It was difficult for him to say such words, but he didn't bother to lie. He just looked indifferent and said nothing.

Mr. Xun was slightly startled, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

"How could senior brother know Mo Hua?"

"Senior brother, he was injured by the demon, and was trapped by the Taixu Divine Chain, which sealed his physical body and spiritual thoughts. He was trapped in the forbidden area of ​​​​the Sword Tomb. He has not taken a step out for so many years."

"It's impossible for the kid in Mo Hua to come to the back mountain. This is a forbidden area. He can't come even if he wants to."

"What's more, Mo Hua is drawing formations under his nose every day, plus practicing and attending classes. How can he have time to go to the back mountain?"

An ancestor and a young disciple.

The two of them are not related by blood, nor are they involved in aristocratic families.

If there is no cause and effect, how can we know it?

Mr. Xun said in his heart.

Ancestor Dugu was also a little confused.

Ink painting...is the same name?

Could this "ink painting" be the same ink painting he knew?

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence...

Moreover, the "Mo Hua" he knew, although his spiritual consciousness was strong, was only in the middle stage of foundation building. His face was innocent and cheerful, and he didn't look like a "formation master".

Ancestor Dugu's eyes flashed slightly and he asked: "What does this ink painting look like and what is its origin..."

Old Mr.

"You are not very old, in the middle stage of foundation building. You are handsome in appearance, and the more you look at it, the more people like it. The spiritual roots are a bit poor, but the understanding is very high, diligent, hard-working, hard-working, motivated, with an extraordinary Taoist heart, neither arrogant nor discouraged, and polite. Also very sensible..."

Mr. Xun praised the ink painting as if it were a flower.

Ancestor Dugu fell silent.

He was certain that this ink painting was the one he brought to the Sword Tomb.

But this ink painting is a little different.

At least the ink painting in my junior brother's eyes is a little different from what I see...

"You mean, he can win the title of Taoist leader in the middle stage of foundation building?"

"yes."

Ancestor Dugu frowned, "Doesn't this mean that he can draw the nineteen-line formation in the middle stage of foundation building?"

Mr. Xun nodded, looking pleased.

This time he asked Qian to learn from Zhoujie, which opened his eyes. Now, it can be regarded as letting him, his senior brother, also open his eyes for the first time.

"That's right," Mr. Xun nodded and said: "In the middle stage of foundation building, the peak of the nineteen lines of spiritual consciousness, and this spiritual consciousness, after being tempered by countless drawing formations, is extremely deep and extremely solid..."

Ancestor Dugu’s pupils shrank slightly.

He knows that Mo Hua has profound spiritual consciousness, and he also knows that his spiritual consciousness is super high.
To be continued...