Asking About Longevity Chapter 712

Chapter 712 Little Senior Brother

Mr. Mr.

"Give this jade slip to Mr. Liang, the head of the Daoting Division, and ask him to find someone to check it."

 “Yes, ancestor.”

 Taotong took the jade slip with both hands and respectfully withdrew.

Within a day, the jade slip came back, and the Taoist boy respectfully presented it to Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun took a look at the jade slip and knew that it was the handwriting of Mr. Liang, who had already retired from official duties. He then sink his consciousness into it.

 After just one glance, Mr. Xun's heart trembled.

 Fire Buddha? !

The great demon cultivator who has crossed the border of the second-level state for a hundred years, built the foundation at the peak, practiced the forbidden technique of meteor fire, wiped out the entire Xie family, and has many demon cultivators under his command, killing countless people? !

Mr. Xun took a slight breath of cold air.

and…

Mr. Xun frowned.

 The disciples who teamed up with him were also diverse.

 So I didn't think about checking it out.

Mr. Xun rolled his eyes, his scalp numbing slightly.

Originally, he thought that with the ability to draw this child with ink, he could only draw a formation, and he could only draw a formation.

 Catch the Fire Buddha?

 What is written above is attributed to Gu Changhuai alone.

 The files from the Gongxung Pavilion were quickly transferred.

Mr. Xun sighed.

As soon as he thought about this, Mr. Xun felt regretful. The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid. He calmly told the Taoist boy:

 “Go and call Mo Hua!”

His divine algorithm is really not good. He has worked hard, studied and calculated for hundreds of years, but he didn't expect that there was such a "blind spot" around him, and he didn't even calculate it at all.

Mr. Xun continued to look down, his eyes slightly focused, "Fire Buddha... was killed..."

But…

 That's why Daotingsi made an exception and allocated these eight thousand meritorious deeds.

But if there is a slight mistake and there are so many evil cultivators, who can withstand the killing of Mo Hua's little arms and legs?

Once something unexpected happens, won't a good formation seedling die prematurely?

Except for a large number of first- and second-grade formation missions, most of the rest are actually for capturing, hunting down, encircling, and hunting criminal cultivators, evil cultivators, and even demon cultivators with rewards.

I have lived for so many years, encountered so many things, and met so many people. I never expected that when I was getting old, I would be given eye drops by a little kid.

These senior brothers and sisters are much higher in cultivation than him. One or two, they are all prodigies of aristocratic families. They met by chance, and they are actually willing to take him to play?

Does Mo Hua, a kid, have such strong communication skills?

These situations are not completely different from what he thought before. They can only be said to be slightly different...

 Fortunately, everything is safe.

 The soft, frail and well-behaved appearance of the ink painting comes to mind again.

Mr. Xun was both scared and angry.

Mr.

Mo Hua, this little kid, is too courageous.

Mr. Xun couldn't figure it out. How could Mo Hua, a weak and weak disciple like Mo Hua, catch a demon who was at the peak of his foundation building and full of evil?

 Rely on formation?

 No matter how good his formation is, it is still too dangerous.

  Didn't expect that…

 In this way, these eight thousand meritorious deeds are not too much...

 And the success rate is ridiculously high, with almost no mistakes.

How dare you have a hand in anything.

Mr. Xun is a little unbelievable.

 No wonder it's worth eight thousand meritorious deeds!

Mo painting this child arrested the Fire Buddha for the Dao Ting Division Formation Method, and made great achievements.

 But at that time, ink painting was also there.

Mr. Xun couldn't help but sigh.

Mr. Xun looked at the contents of the jade slips again, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

 When dealing with such a ferocious and cruel demon cultivator, if anyone is not careful, he may die without even a trace left.

Now it seems that the situation may not be the same at all...

But most of them are the little girls from the Murong family and the young man from the Ouyang family of Tai'amen. Most of the others are actually senior brothers and sisters who are one year above him.

 You don't need to think about it to know that there must be something fishy in it.

 Taotong said respectfully: "Yes."

  It's just nonsense!

What a great talent for formations, but I don't know how to cherish it. I spend three days outside the sect doing these extremely dangerous bounties.

 After leaving the elder's residence, Tao Tong went to look for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was in class and was a little surprised when he heard this. Mr. Xun rarely called me to see him during class.

The Taotong whispered: "Be careful, the old gentleman seems to be very angry."

On weekdays, Mo Hua often goes to the elder's residence and gets to know this Taoist boy well.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Who are you angry with?"

 Taotong shook his head, "How do I know..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

Mr. Xun's anger, what does it have to do with me?

 I have been very honest recently, drawing formations in the sect every day.

Arrived at the Elder's Residence and entered Mr. Xun's room, Mo Hua felt that the atmosphere was not right. Mr. Xun's face was as dark as water and he looked stern.

Mo Hua lowered his eyebrows, looked innocent, and looked very well-behaved.

Mr. Xun was about to scold him, but when he saw the appearance of the ink painting, his heart softened a little.

 Although what I am doing is a bit dangerous...

However, catching evil heretics is also considered the duty of a monk, and it is a good thing to do justice for heaven. We should not blame him too much, so as not to damage the child's upright character and Taoist heart of killing demons.

However, this kind of thing can no longer be tolerated by putting oneself at risk.

He is still young and has a blank slate. How could he know that his heart is sinister and his cultivation is dangerous?

Beat him severely and prevent him from learning a lesson. He will probably dare to do such a dangerous thing next time!

Mr.

 He stared at the ink painting for a long time, frowned and asked:

"Is your consciousness... a little stronger?"

Mo Hua nodded shyly but humbly, "Yes, a little stronger, seventeen tattoos..."

Mr. Xun opened his eyes slightly.

 Seventeen patterns…

 At the early stage of foundation building, seventeen patterns...

 The realm in the early stage of foundation building, and the spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building? !

Mr. Xun's expression was silent, but his heart was like a violent wind and a stormy sea. He was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say.

 “Old sir?” Mo Hua said weakly.

Mr. Xun finally came back to his senses. Looking at the ink paintings, he was filled with disbelief.

 After a while, Mr. Xun's expression returned to normal and he said calmly:

“It's okay, you can go back first.”

Mo Hua was startled.

Mr. Xun waved his hand, no longer angry, and his voice became much gentler, "Go back to class."

"Oh..." Mo Hua was a little confused, so he raised his hands and said in salute, "Did the disciple say goodbye?"

 “Yes.” Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

Mo Hua left in a daze.

 After Mo Hua left, Mr. Xun thought for a long time, then slowly stood up, used the void escape method to break through the cracks in the void, and directly entered the back mountain.

 There is an ancestral hall in the back mountain.

The ancestral hall is solemn, grand and majestic. There are tablets with white patterns on the mysterious background and portraits of the ancestors of Taixu in the past dynasties.

Mr. Xun, a man with white hair, respectfully offered incense.

 But his hands couldn't stop trembling slightly.

On the simple incense burner, curls of green smoke rise.

Mr. Xun was in a state of excitement and could not calm down. His voice could not help but tremble as he said:

 “Ancestors and ancestors bless you…”

 “I, Taixumen, am really lucky!”

 “The glimmer of hope in the Tianji dilemma...should be this child!”

 The incense on the incense burner rises like clouds and mist, covering the portraits of the ancestors of Taixumen. The breath is pure and endless.

Mr. Xun took a long breath of relief.

 The next day, Mr. Xun went to see the head of Taixu.

The head of Taixu looks upright and kind, has an extraordinary bearing, is good at cultivating himself, and has long and thick black hair.

 He is of noble birth, has his own inheritance, and has entered Taoism through swordsmanship, and has good cultivation. He has a special status in Taixu Sect.

But at this moment, the head of Taixu also looked a little solemn.

Although he does not cultivate spiritual thoughts and does not know how to calculate, at his level of cultivation, he can vaguely perceive the evolution and evil intentions of some heavenly secrets.

The years in Taixumen have been quiet, but there is a hint that a storm is about to come.

 It's just that he couldn't see the specific omen.

In front of the elegant sandalwood table, Master Taixu and Mr. Xun sat across from each other. After the water boiled and the tea was fragrant, he personally bowed and poured a cup of tea for Mr. Xun, and then sighed:

“Taixu, Tai'a, and Chongxu, although the swordsmanship is three-pointed and have become three sects, after all, they have ancestors and are connected by the same spirit..."

"I told their leaders, but they didn't believe it." "Tai'amen is very powerful and seems to want to go one step further and occupy the top of the eight gates."

“Chongxumen is in the middle, but it also wants to be at the forefront.”

The head of the Taixu Sect said to himself, "On the contrary, I, the Taixu Sect, am slowly falling behind, not wanting to make progress."

Mr. Xun took a sip of tea but said nothing.

Headmaster Taixu sighed, a little embarrassed, and continued:

"Tai Amen, in recent years, there have been many talented people, especially the Ouyang family. The boy named Ouyang Feng is not showy, but he has mastered the swordsmanship of the Zhen sect very deeply. He is calm and does not show his sharp edge. He is a very useful person. Talents."

"Chongxu Sect, in this session, there seems to be a very talented swordsman genius. Not long after he entered the Chongxu Sword Tomb, he sensed the Chongxu Sword Qi and cultivated the Chongxu Sword Qi. It is regarded as the Chongxu Sect. It has lasted for nearly five hundred years. Come, the most talented disciple.”

“My Taixu Sect is a bit lacking... There are some who have good spiritual roots, and there are also those who practice swordsmanship, but in the end they are a little more 'mediocre', and compared with these real geniuses, they are still inferior.”

Headmaster Taixu shook his head, looking helpless:

“It's no wonder that Tai'amen and Chongxumen don't want to play with me, Taixumen.”

"They don't take anything I say to heart. They are probably afraid that I will be too ignorant and hold them back."

Mr. Xun frowned slightly.

Although the three families are connected by the same spirit, they have indeed been separated for a long time. Each one does his own thing and cannot interfere in other people's affairs.

Headmaster Taixu glanced at Mr. Xun, his expression was slightly solemn, and he asked in a low voice:

 “Old sir, what on earth...happened?”

Mr. Xun sighed: "I can't tell."

 The head of Taixu looked solemn.

“In short,” Mr. Xun said, “from now on, the disciples of the sect should be cautious in their words and deeds. Some of the sect's arrangements should also be as conservative as possible, and no rash advances should be made..."

 Headmaster Taixu nodded.

 Lying down to maintain health? He is familiar with this.

Mr. Mr.

“No fault is merit. There is no need to compare with others. If they want to fight for fame and wealth, let them fight.”

Mr. Xun looked calm.

“What the old man said makes sense.” Head Taixu agreed.

The two of them continued drinking tea and chatting about some sect affairs. Mr. Xun said, "However, there is a small rule that needs to be changed."

 The head of Taixu was slightly startled.

Mr. Mr.

Headmaster Taixu was confused and frowned and asked:

“Old sir, forgive the ignorance of this younger generation, does this move have any profound meaning?”

Mr. Mr.

“There are too many formation classes and I don't have time to take them all into consideration, so I simply give them a big class and teach them all together.”

Hearing this, the head of Taixu couldn't bear it.

Mr. Xun really worked hard and devoted his whole life to the Taixu Sect.

The head of Taixu said softly: "Otherwise, these matters of preaching and teaching should be left to the elders and teachers in the sect. Mr., you have a distinguished status and there is no need to condescend to your dignity. You can teach in person..."

"no!"

Mr. Xun said with a serious face:

"Preaching and teaching is the foundation of our Taixu Sect. Whether it is building a foundation, becoming a disciple, teaching, or being an elder, regardless of the level of cultivation or the level of the position, it should be based on preaching and teaching. To be proud, this is the duty of the sect!”

“Although I am old now, no matter what, I must stick to this principle!”

Hearing this, the head of Taixu was extremely respectful. He immediately stood up, cupped his hands and saluted:

 “Juniors, please follow the teachings of the elders.”

Mr. Xun stroked his beard and nodded happily.

 After the matter was finalized, Mr. Xun left. But what he said still echoed in the ears of Master Taixu.

Headmaster Taixu thought for a long time, with complicated emotions, and sighed in his heart:

“In today's cultivation world, whether it is a family or a sect, there are fewer and fewer people who are as open-minded and righteous as Mr. Xun..."

Headmaster Taixu sighed, took a sip of tea, and was suddenly startled. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt something strange.

This formation course is not held either early or late, so why is it being held now?

Even though it was for preaching and teaching, he always felt that Mr. Xun seemed to have a little selfish intention.

　　However, Mr. Xun has an upright heart and a cool breeze on his sleeves. How can he have any selfish motives?

 Headmaster Taixu thought for a moment and shook his head.

 Maybe I am too worried.

Mr. Xun is of high moral character and high prestige, so he would not deceive himself.

Mr. Xun and Master Taixu discussed it and the rules of the formation class were changed accordingly.

 The next formation class is the beginning of the big class.

 The location of the course was chosen in the Preaching Pavilion, the largest preaching room.

 Mr.

Mr. Xun glanced at the entire audience and said concisely and concisely:

“From now on, I will teach the Unification of Formations, and I will give the lectures and assistant lectures, and…”

Mr. Xun glanced down, stretched out his hand and said:

 “Ink painting.”

Mo Hua was startled.

Mr. Mr.

Mo Hua was caught off guard for a moment and was a little confused.

Then he realized that thousands of eyes were looking at him at the same time, like thousands of arrows fired in unison.

These looks, some are familiar, some are unfamiliar, some are shocked, some are confused, some are admiring, some are questioning, and many are slightly hostile.

 They are all the real geniuses in the Taixu Sect. Although they are from the same class, many of them are not familiar with ink painting.

A "little senior brother" descended from the sky, how can they endure it with their unruly temper?

 Looking at the ink paintings made me feel numb and uncomfortable all over.

Mr. Xun turned a deaf ear and said to the ink painting:

 “Ink painting, you come up and down.”

Mo Hua was under a mountain of pressure in front of everyone, but he still bit the bullet and stepped onto the stage and stood next to Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun, a white-haired man, patted Mo Hua's shoulder, nodded slightly, then pointed at Mo Hua and said to the disciple below:

 “From now on, this is your 'little senior brother'.”

Before Mo Hua said anything, a disciple below suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and stood up. Although his expression was respectful, but a little angry, he asked:

“Excuse me, old gentleman, is this an 'unofficial decision'?”

Mr. Xun nodded and said calmly:

"Yes."

The disciple was choked.

Mr. Xun was so calm that he didn't know what to say.

 Another disciple stood up and said, "Old sir, you are acting for favoritism, and I don't accept it!"

Mr. Xun glanced at him lightly, "Then what?"

"I..." The disciple hesitated and said proudly, "My great-grandfather is the great elder of Taixu Sect. I will tell everything to my great-grandfather, saying that you acted unfairly, engaged in malpractice for personal gain, abused your power, and did not abide by the rules. …”

Mr. Xun had a subtle expression, nodded slightly and said:

“Okay, I'll go back and tell you, by the way, your great-grandfather, who is the great elder, can come to see me tomorrow, and I'll talk to him about what 'rules' are…”

The disciple was startled, and then he murmured in his heart.

 How come Mr. Xun is not afraid at all...

I don't know if he is really not afraid, or if he is pretending not to be afraid, or if he is too senior and his great-grandfather does not dare to touch him?

It's a pity that my great-grandfather never mentioned Mr. Xun.

He also didn't know what kind of status this old Mr. Xun had in the door.

But he is not stupid. From the tone of Mr.

 This disciple was trembling a little.

 I won't... cause trouble for my great-grandfather...

 purchases

This disciple lost his confidence and sat down honestly.

Other disciples also realized that something was wrong.

Mr. Xun, who is usually meticulous and only knows how to teach, may have a more respected status than they thought.

 No one dared to speak.

Mr. Xun looked solemn, but he also sighed silently in his heart.

 On a normal day, he would still take some time to draw pictures slowly.

 But now the secrets are unclear and the situation is special, so we must fight quickly.

 Even if you praise me hard, you must "praise" the ink paintings and become this little senior brother of Taixu Sect.

This matter is related to the fortune of Taixu Sect.

Without any delay or doubt!

In matters of great importance, if you hesitate a little, the cause and effect will be reversed.

So as long as you get a glimpse of the secret, even if the universe is arbitrary and insists on going your own way, you can't hesitate at all!

Mr. Xun looked around at the disciples sitting down.

 All the disciples had different expressions. Although they did not speak, they were obviously not "convinced".

It doesn't matter if you're not “convinced”, but at least let them “take it orally” first!

Mr. Xun said in a majestic tone:

"This matter is settled, you should call me 'little senior brother' first."

They were obviously not happy, but under the pressure of Mr. Xun, they had to shout.

Therefore, all the geniuses of Taixu Sect, except for a small number of disciples who were familiar with Mo Hua, most of them were unwilling to lower their voices and shouted to Mo Hua, who was smaller than them:

 “Little senior brother.”

 (End of this chapter)

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