Chapter 993: Winning Chances

At the Taixu Palace, the regular meeting of the three sects.

After Sect Leader Tai'a said this, Sect Leader Taixu was a little surprised.

He never expected that someone would be eager to fill Mo Hua's team.

"I'm afraid this... isn't appropriate..." said Sect Leader Taixu, frowning.

This made the plan even more messed up.

More importantly, he didn't know the meaning of the ink painting.

If Mo Hua's team is already decided and full, if he forces people in, Mo Hua might be unhappy.

Mo Hua has always been very methodical in doing things, and he has the support of his ancestors behind him.

When he, as the head of the sect, makes decisions, he occasionally has to consider Mo Hua's feelings.

But the head of Tai'a Sect insisted:

"This is my condition. If you agree, my Tai'a clan will have no other objections. You will decide the sword-fighting competition."

"When the three meridians merge, all prosper together and all suffer together."

"How can we discuss swordplay without my disciples from Tai'a Mountain?"

In this team, Mo Hua is nothing special, the key is Linghu Xiao.

This is the only "genius" among the three Taixu sects combined, so there must be a disciple from Taiamen in this team.

This is what we call grasshoppers on the same rope.

Tie him up to death.

Sect Leader Taixu was silent. After thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "I'll think about this matter."

"It's natural."

Sect Leader Tai'a did not force it.

When it comes to fighting with swords, one must think carefully and make decisions cautiously.

Since then, the regular meetings have been disbanded.

The three veins each return to the mountain.

Chongxu Mountain, in the main hall at the back mountain.

Sect Leader Chongxu told Elder Linghu everything.

"The original plan has been disrupted. Xiao'er might have to go to the sword fight with that 'formation monster' from the Taixu Sect."

Elder Linghu frowned, "What did Xiao'er say? Have you asked him?"

Sect Leader Chongxu nodded and sighed, "I asked him, and he just said one thing: he wants to be with Mo Hua."

Patriarch Linghu suddenly felt sad.

His "treasure" from the Chongxu Sect was abducted by the Taixu Sect.

It's still voluntary.

Sect Leader Chongxu saw that the old ancestor was feeling a little unhappy, so he said, "How about I think of a way to persuade Xiao'er to team up with my disciples from the Chongxu lineage."

This sword-fighting conference is said to be a fusion of the three sects, but each sect is also competing secretly.

As long as the disciples of Chongxu Sect perform well in the sword-fighting competition, the status of the "Chongxu" lineage in Taixu Sect will be higher thereafter.

He is the head of the sect. Even if the three sects merge, it is his duty to prioritize the interests and status of his own lineage.

Sect Leader Chongxu continued, "...Although Xiao'er has a cold personality, he is not a cold-hearted person. If we use reason and emotion to persuade him, and add the righteousness inherited from the Chongxu lineage, he should agree..."

Ancestor Linghu was somewhat tempted.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "A child like Xiao'er is arrogant. If you let him go appropriately, he will appreciate your kindness. If you force him, no matter how nicely you say it, he will still feel resentful in his heart."

"Don't think he's just a child, treat him like a fool, and don't bind him with some moral principles."

"Although he has a simple mind, his intuition is sharp."

"He knows deep down who is truly good to him."

Sect Leader Chongxu thought for a moment and nodded, "What the ancestor said is very true."

He actually didn't want to be the "bad guy".

But sometimes you have to consider your identity.

"Then this matter..."

"That's it." Elder Linghu sighed, "Taixu Sect's Mo Hua is at least the leader in formation, and he is a good match for Xiao'er. Moreover..."

Elder Linghu pondered for a moment and frowned, "This child named 'Mo Hua' is clever and eccentric in every way. He is also Elder Xun's 'treasure'. I think he has some ability. At least he won't be a drag..."

He had never seen the ink painting in person, so he could only make inferences based on general circumstances.

"Yes." said Master Chongxu.

Elder Linghu glanced at Sect Leader Chongxu again and reminded him slowly:

"Now that the three veins have merged, the most urgent thing is to stick together."

"When the sect becomes stronger, we can fight for some benefits. If the sect loses, fighting for it will only yield a few benefits, which is meaningless."

Sect Leader Chongxu understood the old ancestor's meaning and immediately bowed and said, "What the old ancestor said is very true."

Ancestor Linghu waved his hand gently.

Sect Leader Chongxu then withdrew.

The hall suddenly became quiet and cold.

Patriarch Linghu sat there for a long time, his brows becoming more and more solemn.

There was one thing he didn't say because it sounded unlucky.

But he is the ancestor, he stands high and sees far, and he knows everything very clearly in his mind.

"If the three sects merge and fail again, it is uncertain whether there will be a Chongxu Sect in the future..."

…

On the other side, Master Taixu also found the ink painting.

"Add more people?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.

"A genius from the Tai'a lineage," said the Taixu Sect Leader. "The Tai'a Sect Leader values ​​you highly and wants you to guide his disciples."

Master Taixu spoke in a very pleasant way so as to avoid Mo Hua feeling repulsed.

When Mo Hua was praised, his face looked much happier.

"What's your name?"

"Ouyang Xuan." said the head of Taixu.

"Ouyang Xuan..."

Mo Hua pondered for a moment.

This name is a bit unfamiliar, and it seems that we have had no intersection before.

But it's normal, he's not very familiar with Taiamen's disciples.

Even though the three sects had merged and thousands of disciples from the three sects called him "Junior Brother", there were too many of them and it was impossible for him to remember them all.

Moreover, many people only shout on the surface, they are definitely dissatisfied in their hearts and will be a little distant in their daily lives.

"Okay, I'll take him with me." Mo Hua said.

Apart from anything else, we must give face to Sect Leader Tai'a.

Master Taixu pondered for a moment and continued,

"This Ouyang Xuan is the most talented and strongest disciple of the Tai'a lineage this time, but he seems to have a bad temper and a rather rebellious disposition..."

He wanted Mo Hua to be mentally prepared and avoid any discord.

Mo Hua said, "Master, don't worry. I don't have a bad temper, and I'm also very unruly. I think we should be able to get along well."

Master Taixu: "…"

"Is it really... okay?" Sect Leader Taixu said slowly.

"It's okay," Mo Hua nodded, "I just like 'unruly' people."

Master Taixu was silent for a long time before he sighed, "Okay..."

This matter is settled.

With the addition of Ouyang Xuan from Tai'amen, the members of Mohua are complete.

But Mo Hua hasn't seen this "Ouyang Xuan" yet, and doesn't know what his character and cultivation are like, or whether he is easy to cooperate with. Therefore, it is difficult to make arrangements. He can only consider this issue after they meet later.

The disciple was in the middle, and in front of the ink painting were filled with picture albums.

The atlas depicts mountains, rivers, swamps, dangerous mountains, ruins, caves and other terrain.

These were all given to him by Senior Sister Murong.

These terrains may be encountered in sword fighting competitions.

In addition, there are various tactical planning diagrams, battle formation diagrams, and spiritual weapon casting diagrams.

These are some tactical processes he envisioned based on simulations of actual combat.

But despite making so many preparations, Mo Hua still felt uneasy.

Discussing swordsmanship is different from discussing battle formations.

Formations were the area he was most proficient in, and no matter who his opponent was, he would not be the least bit nervous, especially in Qianxuezhou Realm, compared to the sect disciples.

But when it comes to sword fighting, he has no practical experience at all.

Without actual practice, just "watching" is not enough.

Besides, even if he did watch it, he had only watched one conference - the one before the reform.

After the sect was restructured, the system and format of sword fighting changed.

At that time, Mo Hua was preparing for a discussion meeting on formations, and all his attention was focused on formations, so he did not go to watch it in person.

He had only heard about the specific changes and had never seen them with his own eyes.

Therefore, his plan lacked verification, and he had no idea whether it would work.

There are many participating disciples in the sword-fighting competition, the terrain is complex, the shapes are varied, and there are naturally many variables.

In addition, there are too many geniuses. Even with him and Xiaoxiao and the others, it would be extremely difficult to get first place.

"The situation isn't looking good, how about... let's do the math?"

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, took out the copper coin, made some deductions, and soon frowned.

Calculate the secrets of heaven and infer the "cause" and "effect".

Under the current circumstances, all his planning and preparations, coupled with the "cause" of the right time, right place, and right people, could not lead to the "result" he wanted, which was to be the first in sword fighting.

Even the cause and effect are very far apart.

This means that there is no hope of becoming the first in sword fighting.

The ink painting's eyes reveal thought.

This is a sign of "heavenly secrets" and a judgment of cause and effect.

The so-called "heavenly secret" may seem illusory and elusive to outsiders.

But the longer I study ink painting, the more I feel that the essence of heaven's secrets is the accumulation of huge causes and effects, and cause and effect is the principle of all things.

It's just that the mysteries of nature are profound, cause and effect are changeable and full of variables, which is why it seems elusive.

But the inner context can be seen.

Only when there are enough objective "causes" will the desired "results" eventually emerge.

This is an ink painting that combines "the derivation of heaven's secrets", "the strange calculation of heaven's secrets" and "the algorithm of returning to the source" in one. It has extraordinary spiritual thoughts and uses spiritual consciousness to prove the truth. It is summed up by constantly contacting objective facts and studying the law of cause and effect, and has a perception similar to "heaven's secret intuition".

This is a simple intuition.

But because the ink painting consciousness is too strong and the spiritual attainments are too profound, this intuition is more like an "innate" insight.

He didn't even need to calculate carefully or think about it carefully. With a little thought in his mind, he could realize that this path he was taking was not feasible.

He wanted to be first in sword fighting.

But this "fruit" is floating in the sky and cannot be touched at all.

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

"It still doesn't work..."

"What exactly does it take to get first place in the discussion?"

This question troubled Mo Hua for several days. He even thought about it while eating and walking.

But the more I thought about it, the more I hit a dead end.

His own strength is greatly constrained.

Although Xiaoxiao is strong, he is alone.

There is a group of top geniuses in the four major sects.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

As long as you are not blindly confident and look at it objectively, you will find that he has no hope of becoming the first in the sword-fighting competition.

Unless your luck is really against the sky.

But luck is something illusory and should definitely not be counted on.

In the grove outside the disciple residence, Mo Hua finished his class and walked on the path, still thinking about this problem as he walked.

Even when someone greeted him, he didn't hear it.

"Young Senior Brother..."

"Young Senior Brother?"

Mo Hua was startled, then came to his senses and realized it was Xie Ling who was calling him.

Xie Ling handed him a few jade slips, "Little Senior Brother, you said before that you were interested in cultivators' tombs' and Yin house formations. I collected some and gave them to you to take a look."

"Oh..." Mo Hua looked suddenly enlightened.

After the trip to the Gushan Tombs, he felt that tomb-related formations, including the related common sense, were the shortcomings of his experience in cultivation.

Even though I had walked through the tomb, there were still many details I didn't understand.

He went to find Xie Ling, who was born in Qiongyin, Genzhou and knew the secret Feng Shui skills from his family, and asked him some questions and asked him to find some information for him.

The world of cultivation is vast and boundless, but a cultivator's life span is limited, and what he sees and learns is also limited.

Therefore, we need to communicate and verify with each other so that our horizons can be broadened and our cognition can be improved step by step.

Mo Hua learned a lot from Xie Ling. Now Xie Ling specially prepared some jade slips and classics for him, which made Mo Hua even more grateful.

"In the future, if anyone bullies you in Taixu Sect, just come find me..."

Mo Hua promised.

He is not good at boasting about other places.

But in the small area of ​​Taixu Sect, his words are still of some use.

Xie Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was also grateful, "Thank you, little brother."

Mo Hua put away the jade slip, planning to look at it later when he had time. Then he and Xie Ling went back to the disciples' residence together.

They chatted for a while on the way and talked about the sword-fighting conference that would be held a few months later. Xie Ling's words were full of envy.

Mo Hua was a little curious, "Aren't you going to participate?"

Xie Ling nodded.

"Why?" Mo Hua asked.

Xie Ling said, "I know myself well. My family tradition since I was a kid is about Feng Shui burials. I'm not good at fighting people head-on."

"With my upper and lower spiritual roots, I might be able to rank high in the Xie family of Genzhou. But in Qianxuezhou, I can only rank at the bottom."

"My spiritual roots are only average." Mo Hua said.

Xie Ling laughed, "Little Senior Brother, you are different. Although your spiritual roots are not good, your formation is very powerful. As for me..."

Xie Ling sighed, "I am inferior to others in every aspect. If I go, I will just be cannon fodder and will only bring shame to the sect."

Mo Hua looked at Xie Ling, his expression paused, and asked:

"So do you want to participate in the sword fight?"

Xie Ling was silent.

After a moment, he sighed calmly:

"Little Senior Brother, in this world, some people are destined to be just spectators."

Since we are spectators, we can only stand aside and watch the "protagonists" shine on the stage.

They can only applaud.

Xie Ling looked very calm when he said this.

This is the truth he has understood since he came to Qianxuezhou, and he has gradually begun to accept this cold reality.

The scenery on the sword-fighting arena is magnificent.

But most people can only sit in the audience and be spectators.

Most people will be just such a spectator lost in the crowd throughout their lives.

Just like him.

Xie Ling looked gloomy.

Mo Hua was stunned and didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.

He can say nice things, but these "nonsense" words that only sound nice are meaningless.

The two walked to the disciples' residence and parted ways.

Xie Ling's mentality recovered quickly.

It's just a little bit of envy, a little bit of loss, a little bit of frustration, a little bit of unwillingness, and a little bit of helplessness.

As an ordinary "low-rate" disciple like him, he has long been accustomed to this feeling.

"Junior brother, good luck in the sword fight!" Xie Ling said to Mo Hua sincerely.

Mo Hua nodded with a complicated expression.

But he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Every time he returned to the Disciple Residence, Mo Hua felt a little sad.

In this world, everyone wants to be the protagonist.

No one wants to be unknown.

But a disciple like Xie Ling couldn't even form a team, and he had no idea how to compete with others.

They are all children of aristocratic families.

But in Qianxuezhou, they are undoubtedly all "low-level" disciples.

Since they are at the "bottom" level, there must be many such disciples…

The ink painting has a silent expression.

He sat at the table, staring at the tactical diagram he had drawn in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, an idea suddenly occurred to his mind.

Mo Hua was suddenly startled.

He suddenly realized that his previous thoughts were not right.

He had previously thought about how he should plan in order to get the "first place in sword fighting".

This idea is inherently wrong.

It's not yourself who has to be first.

One person's power is limited.

No matter how strong you are, you can't really compete with the top geniuses from the four major sects.

What I should do is to mobilize all the disciples of Taixu Sect and let them all fight hard.

It's not our team that has to take first place.

But it is Taixu Sect that wants to take first place.

As long as Taixu Sect takes first place, if the "Yi Mu Rejuvenation Array" falls into the hands of Taixu Sect, it will be equivalent to falling into his own hands.

It doesn't matter whether you are the first or not.

His purpose is just the formation.

"If Taixu Sect wants to take first place..."

Mo Hua was deep in thought with a look of concentration.

The sword-fighting competition adopts a "cumulative victory system". Every victory will accumulate a certain number of victory points. The sect with the most victory points will be the first in the sword-fighting competition.

Therefore, the essence of the sword-fighting conference is actually a "sword-fighting conference among sects."

The goal is to select the sect that is best at educating its disciples.

Rather than selecting the strongest "disciple" in the sect.

Because of this, sword fighting is conducted in teams, and victory points are contributed to the sect based on the number of games won.

This might have been the original intention of the predecessors in Qianxuezhou when they first held the sword debate.

They want the disciples to work together and contribute to the sect, and use this as a measure of the sect's development.

This is the sect's "sword discussion".

But with the development of the cultivation world and the evolution of the sword-fighting system, this original intention was gradually forgotten.

The current sword-fighting competition is all about seeing whose disciple is more outstanding.

The two seem similar, but their meanings are completely different.

Although Taixu Sect does not have any particularly "outstanding" disciples now, after the merger of the three sects, it has a larger base of disciples.

As long as the lower-level disciples win enough, the Taixu Sect will accumulate more victory points, and the chances of winning will naturally be greater.

Mo Hua recalled the instructions his master had given him.

The master asked him to be a monk who was "assistant" in killing, so that there would be fewer disputes and he could be invincible.

But the master only said to assist, without saying how many people would be assisted.

Assisting one person is assistance.

Auxiliary team one, is auxiliary.

But just like assisting an entire class of disciples, or even an entire sect, it is also "assistance".

"Assist" all the disciples of Taixu Sect, mobilize the greatest force, and use the strength of the entire sect to fight for the first place!

We can't abandon our junior brothers.

Being strong by yourself is not enough. Only when everyone and the sect are strong can it be considered real strength.

Only in this way can he be considered a true "young senior brother" of Taixu Sect!

Mo Hua's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Before his eyes, a path that contained divine secrets and communicated cause and effect became increasingly clear.

After considering it, Mo Hua immediately began to make preparations.

Every tactic, formation, spiritual weapon plan... was redesigned and improved by him.

The next day, Mo Hua found Cheng Mo:

"Call all the junior brothers over here. I have something to say to them."

(End of this chapter)