He would never come into contact with the characters in the Young Master's Pavilion. Even if he just sat together and drank a cup of tea, he should feel honored.

But Mo Hua refused.

Whether it was "sightless" or "ignorant", it was like a thorn in his heart, making him very unhappy.

Moreover, he always felt that there was a familiar feeling in Mo Hua.

Shen Linshu frowned.

Seeing that Shen Linshu was still concerned, another member of the aristocratic family smiled and whispered:

"Young Master Shu, don't worry. People who come from humble backgrounds are often short-sighted and fail to seize opportunities when they are presented to them. Because of this, they will remain humble."

"No matter whether he is really 'sighted and ignorant', he should not deny face to the young master. If he does not give face to the young master, he will not give face to the young master. Everyone can learn from the same example, so how can we establish our authority."

"It's better..." The son of this aristocratic family's eyes flashed, "We find someone to capture him, gouge out his eyes, cut off his limbs, throw them into the Yanshui River, and feed those clam monsters."

Several other people laughed and agreed, "Yes, this is a good method."

"Since he has eyes but no eyes, there is no use keeping these eyes."

The two Jindan guards remained silent, pretending not to hear anything.

The only immortal old man frowned.

He knew that these young men could do anything.

They came from a very good background, and they wanted everything they could get from a young age. There were too many people fawning over them and trying to please them in every possible way. Among these people, there were even some directors and heads of Daotingsi, which led to these

In the eyes of the young master, there is no such word as "law" at all.

If anything happens, their family will take care of the aftermath for them.

They will even take pleasure in poking people, and they have no idea what fear is.

But this "ink painting" is really untouchable...

He is the leader of the formation of Taixu Sect, and behind him stands Patriarch Xun.

Even though he comes from a humble background, he is not the kind of person who can be manipulated by others.

If you touch him, you will be in big trouble.

But this kind of thing cannot be explained clearly.

Once the rebellious psychology of these young men is aroused, their blood will surge for a moment, and they will probably really ignore it and kill this ink painting.

That would create a deadly feud.

The old man Yu Hua pondered for a moment and then said:

"Array formations are just 'skills' after all. No matter how well you learn them, you can only serve for a noble family. If you learn martial arts, you will belong to a powerful family. If you are from a low background, no matter how hard you learn, you can't escape this fate."

"The same goes for this one called 'Mo Hua'. No matter how good the formation is, he is just a top-notch beast at best. You don't need to take it to heart, lest you lose your identity."

Shen Linshu was startled and nodded slightly.

Although the other people felt unhappy, they did not deny it in front of Master Yu Hua.

Seeing this, the old man Yuhua said again:

"What's more, the next Sword Discussion Conference will be held soon. The Sword Discussion Conference is the real event. Before that, it is not appropriate to be distracted by other things and create unnecessary complications."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several children from aristocratic families became much more serious.

One of them agreed: "Yes, the Sword Discussion Conference is important. After nine years of sect learning, we can only compete once. It can even be said that a sect disciple can only compete once in his life."

Another disciple from an aristocratic family also flattered him, "Master Shu, with your family background and qualifications, and the reputation of being the best in swordsmanship, you can reach Tianshu in one step, and practice Taoism and become an immortal in the future. It will be a smooth road."

"That's right, ranking is everything. As long as we get first place, our ancestors will give us whatever we want. We can do whatever we want in the future, and no one will dare to care about us anymore."

"Cultivation in the world is based on respecting strength."

"Geniuses, as long as they are talented enough, whatever they do is right."

"If I can get first place, even if I rush into Daotingsi and kill a Diansi, my ancestor will probably protect me."

"Fart, I don't believe it."

"I will kill you when the time comes, and I will bet on whether the ancestor will protect me. If I am saved, you will give me your betrothed Taoist monk who has not been married to me for a night."

"Fuck you."

"You don't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe that your ancestor will protect you, it's that I don't believe that you can take first place. Do you think you deserve to be the first in swordsmanship?"

"How dare you, a coward, say that I can't compare to Mr. Shu, and I can't compare to you? By the way, do you agree or not... Your Taoist monk, who has never been a Taoist, must be from the Ming family. I've been looking at it with envy for a long time.

Already..."

"Go away, I don't even dare to touch her."

"It's just for fun, what are you afraid of..."

…

The more these children from aristocratic families talk, the more ridiculous they become.

But the two golden elixirs next to them remained silent, and even the Yuhua old man turned a blind eye and asked no questions.

The most important thing about their job is not to listen to anything and not to say anything, so that they can do nothing wrong.

These dudes from aristocratic families in front of you are the real "little ancestors" and cannot be offended at all.

If you really offend them and make them feel resentful, they will complain to their parents, elders, and even their ancestors.

Even if people like me are golden elixirs and immortals, they can't just walk around in circles.

This is power.

And this power relies on the powerful strength of the behemoths of the aristocratic family.

Several children from aristocratic families were noisy for a while, and suddenly someone asked:

"Master Shu, why are we going to Gushan City? Aren't we going in a big circle? I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up with the family's ancestor worship."

Shen Linshu didn't answer.

Someone said: "Young Master has given you orders, we just have to do it. Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

"you……"

Shen Linshu ignored the dispute between the two.

He looked out the window at the dark night, wondering what was going on in his mind. After a moment, the familiar feeling came again, and Shen Lin couldn't help but think of the ink painting again.

I remembered the clear eyes and innocent and indifferent face of Mo Hua.

"Is this really the first time I've met him? Why does it feel so familiar? Even..."

Will you feel scared?

Will I feel afraid?

Shen Linshu's eyes were slightly cold and he murmured in his heart:

"Who is this Mo Hua...?"

…

Taixu Gate.

After returning to Zongmen's Mo Hua, he temporarily settled down.

In the next few days, he took the time to check this "Shen Linshu", but he didn't get much information. He only vaguely knew that these people, even in aristocratic families, were real "disciples of high families", unlike ordinary disciples, especially Mo Hua.

Yes, they are completely from two worlds.

Mo Hua sighed.

Monastic barriers, inheritance monopoly, bloodline isolation...

The ravines and barriers here are really getting deeper and deeper as you look, and you climb higher and higher.

Of course, Mo Hua lamented that there was nothing he could do about this kind of thing.

After that, he continued to practice and take classes dutifully.

The new year of sect life has begun, and everything is quickly on track.

And this is Mo Hua's eighth year in Taixu Sect, and it is also the penultimate year of the sect's nine-year mission.

Next year, there will be a conference on Taoism.

In Qianxue Prefecture, a disciple can only attend one Dao discussion conference in his lifetime. Therefore, this opportunity to discuss Dao is extremely precious.

The last Taoism Conference that Mo Hua attended was an exception and went through the back door.

Logically speaking, it will really be his turn at the Dao Discussion Conference next year.

And in the blink of an eye, my current Dao Discussion Conference only has more than a year left.

Mo Hua feels that time flies by so fast. He has experienced so many things, but the day he entered the university seems to be just yesterday. In the blink of an eye, the nine-year period is up and he is about to graduate.
To be continued...