There must be cause and effect hidden among coincidences.

It's just that there are too few clues about the cause and effect here, and the ink painting cannot yet be clearly understood.

…

After that, I could only continue to practice and take classes in ink painting.

Two days later, he went to Demon Refining Mountain again.

The selection for the Sword Discussion Conference is still proceeding step by step, and is being advanced step by step.

In the past, it was one-on-one competition, but now on the Demon Refining Mountain, the disciples of Taixu Sect have begun to divide into teams and compete five-on-five.

Because it is five versus five, the scene is bigger, spiritual weapons and spells are flying around, the battle is more intense, and the variables are greater. Sometimes the outcome is just a matter of a thought.

But Mo Hua is still watching the show.

Everyone was busy, but he was the only one sitting aside, looking a little deserted.

As he looked at it, Mo Hua silently made some comparisons in his mind.

The strength of the fellow disciples is steadily improving. If they continue to work hard like this, they will probably be even better before the Sword Discussion Conference.

Both his cultivation and Taoism will be stronger than now.

But I can’t do it anymore.

Just like this, if you don't do anything, your "hard power" will basically not improve at all by the time of the sword competition.

At most, it's just one or two extra weeks of spiritual power cultivation, which won't help at all.

While others are getting stronger, he remains unchanged.

This is equivalent to him becoming weaker.

The ink painting looks solemn.

Heaven is in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.

Since you have come to Qianzhou to study, you should work hard and strive for self-improvement.

This kind of thing, which not only does not make progress, but actually regresses, must never be allowed to happen.

The ink painting fell into deep reflection.

A few days later, at the end of the day, he prepared everything, carried his storage bag, left the sect again, and set foot on the road to Gushan City.

…

Elder's residence.

Xun Ziyou met Mr. Xun and sighed: "This kid started running around again."

Mr. Xun frowned, pinched his fingers, looked at the compass in front of him, his eyes were deep, and after a moment he said lightly:

"That's all, you can't raise a real dragon in the shallows."
Chapter completed!