But the fact that his spiritual consciousness is at an advanced level and he can still learn difficult formations shows that he is not only talented and willing to work hard, but also that he is very proficient in the use of his spiritual consciousness.

Moreover, the foundation of spiritual consciousness is much deeper than I imagined.

"That being said, could it be that he can really find another way and learn the true secret of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords?"

Ancestor Dugu's heart trembled, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

What else did Mr. Xun want to say? You can see the look on Dugu's face, especially the glint in his eyes.

Mr. Xun fell silent and his eyes calmed down.

He looked at Patriarch Dugu silently and said solemnly:

"Senior brother, you're not thinking...to teach this child how to transform his spiritual thoughts into a sword, are you?"

Senior brothers come from the same school. After so many years of friendship, how could Mr. Xun not know his senior brother's obsession and how could he not understand his thoughts?

Ancestor Dugu was silent.

What could he say?

He can't say, in fact, I have already taught him...

Old Mr. ."

"Over the years, how many disciples have died, been injured, or been disabled because of this spiritual swordsmanship inheritance?"

"Senior brother, I know your obsession. You are unwilling to accept that this supreme sword technique is dusty, but this sword technique really can no longer be taught."

"Especially ink paintings..."

Old Mr.

"His path is the path of the formation master! This child is destined to become a formation master who is proud of Jiuzhou and has great attainments in the sky in the future!"

"This is related to the future of my Taixu Sect."

"What if he becomes curious and learns how to transform his mind into a sword, destroying his sea of ​​consciousness and damaging his soul, it will be a huge loss!"

"This seedling must not make any mistakes!" Mr. Xun said firmly.

Ancestor Dugu said calmly: "I understand."

Mr. Xun frowned, "Senior brother, do you really know?"

Ancestor Dugu raised his eyebrows, "You have to make me say it a second time?"

Mr. Xun didn't mention it again, but thought about it for a while, and felt a little relieved.

Senior brother is not a person who ignores importance.

What's more, with the senior brother's arrogance and critical eye, he has never even seen Mo Hua for no reason, how could he really think about teaching the Shen Nian Sword Technique to a young Foundation Establishment disciple?

I should be worrying too much...

Of course, it's also possible that it's about ink painting and I'm a little too nervous.

Mr. Xun put away the wine bottle in front of Patriarch Dugu, "Okay, just take a sip and I won't disturb your purity."

"Let's go, let's go." Ancestor Dugu waved his hand.

Mr. Xun stood up and left, but after walking a few steps, he frowned again and turned his head to stare at Ancestor Dugu.

Patriarch Dugu asked: "Is there anything else?"

Mr. Xun shook his head, "It's okay, I just feel..." He looked at Patriarch Dugu again and said, "Brother, you seem to have changed a bit."

"Changed?" Patriarch Dugu hesitated.

"Yeah." Mr. Xun thought for a moment and said, "I've become more cheerful..."

And...a bit more "lively"?

I talk more than before and have more emotions.

It's like being "infected" by something, with a vague and somewhat familiar feeling...

Ancestor Dugu's face darkened and he said coldly: "Is there anything else? If nothing happens, leave quickly. I need to rest my mind."

Mr. Xun shook his head and said, "Brother, please take care of yourself."

The three sects had just merged, and there were a lot of things going on, so he really didn't have much free time.

Mr. Xun then left.

In the silent and solemn Sword Tomb, Patriarch Dugu sat alone.

After a moment, he frowned and muttered a name silently:

"Ink painting..."

…

Wait until the next seven-day period.

When Patriarch Dugu broke through the void, grabbed Mo Hua in front of him, taught him his swordsmanship, and tested his sword skills, he couldn't help but stare at Mo Hua with his eyes that were like a sword hidden in a dry mountain.

Mo Hua felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he asked in a low voice:

"Ancestor, why are you always staring at me?"

Ancestor Dugu looked indifferent and hesitated to speak. After thinking for a while, he finally did not say anything and only said: "You can learn the sword with peace of mind."

"oh."

Mo Hua silently waved the bamboo sword in his hand again and went to chop the wood on the back mountain.

The wood in the back mountain, I don't know what grade it is, is harder than stone. Every time I cut with the sword, the tiger's mouth was numb with shock.

However, Patriarch Dugu said that this is a necessary course for sword cultivation.

The important thing is not to cut wood, but to cultivate the tacit understanding between man and sword in the process of cutting wood, so that the swordsman and the sword can become one, and the man and the sword are one mind, so that when the spiritual thought turns into a sword, the sword will be born with a thought, and the sword will be integrated into the soul.

, the sword travels too far, driving like a divine messenger, invincible.

Mo Hua thinks it makes sense.

He thought about it, although the sword moves he practiced were not very powerful in reality and were basically useless.

However, in the world of spiritual thoughts such as the sea of ​​consciousness, nightmares, and illusions, you can show your talents with your own sword-forming style.

Mo Hua knows his situation.

His swordsmanship is not good. In the past, when he used the Sword Transformation Style in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, he just relied on the sharpness of his spiritual thoughts to chop randomly.

Because his spiritual thoughts are so strong, even if it is just a simple sword-forming form, he can face most monsters with one sword.

But this kind of sword move is too crude after all.

If you have the opportunity, you still have to study, hone, and strive to improve your skills to a higher level.

In reality, that's all. He is physically weak and cannot become a master of swordsmanship.

But it's different in the sea of ​​consciousness. He takes the form of spiritual thoughts and holds the sword of spiritual thoughts. The sword moves he learns can definitely be put to great use.

Therefore, even though Mo Hua couldn't damage the wood in the mountains at all no matter how hard he chopped it, he still chopped it very seriously.

If you don't accumulate steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles.

The seemingly grand art of swordsmanship is hidden in this simple move and sword.

The expression in the ink painting is focused and concentrated.

The sword moves he made were really inferior and could not hurt anyone at all.

But every move still filled him with all his heart.

Ancestor Dugu silently looked at the ink paintings and sighed slightly in his heart:

"The stroke of the sword is like rotten wood, but the heart of the sword is like jade..."

"Coupled with proficiency in formations and super-level spiritual thoughts..."

Ancestor Dugu looked at the ink painting, his eyes slightly condensed, and he didn't know what he was thinking...

…

The days passed day by day.

After the merger of the three sects, Taixu Sect has undergone great changes.

But for ink painting, nothing seems to have changed.

He still practices as usual, takes classes, learns formations, and swordsmanship, and goes to teach formations as a substitute as usual. It's still the same, with a bunch of people calling him little senior brother.

It's just that he taught more disciples.

There are also more disciples who call him little senior brother.

Time passed, and more than a month passed. After this month of practice, ink painting basically determined one thing:

Within this year, he will definitely not be able to break through to the late stage of foundation building.

So far, he hasn't even touched the bottleneck.
To be continued...