Chapter 1013: Zhang Lan

Grand Elder Zhang turned his head and glared at him coldly.

The green-robed monk's scalp immediately tingled, and he stood up, bowed his hands and apologized, "I am rude, junior."

Elder Feng smiled kindly.

Elder Zhang said, "The youngster is rude, please don't blame me, elder."

"No problem..." Elder Feng waved his hand, looked at the blue-robed monk, and asked, "Who is this..."

The monk in green saluted and said, "Junior, Zhang Lan."

"Zhang Lan..."

Elder Feng pondered for a moment. Seeing that he was dressed in green, had a good appearance, and his features were free and easy, yet steady. He was young, yet he had already reached the level of a golden elixir. He was immediately amazed and praised him:

"As his name suggests, he is talented and has a broad mind. The Zhang family is indeed full of talented people..."

Elder Zhang waved his hand and said, "Brother Feng, you are too kind. This kid is used to being unruly. He never behaves properly wherever he goes."

Of course, he said this, but there was still a hint of relief in his eyes.

He has seen Zhang Lan grow up since he was a child.

Before, I just thought that this kid was lazy, behaved in a rude manner, and had no consistency in doing things, so he would never achieve anything great.

But after going out to gain some experience, he became much more calm, and was able to concentrate on his cultivation. His skills improved by leaps and bounds, which did not let his outstanding qualifications down.

Elder Feng poured tea for Elder Zhang.

The boy also stepped forward respectfully and poured another cup for Zhang Lan.

"Have some tea." The elder of the Feng family said, making a "please" gesture.

Elder Zhang nodded, "Thank you."

Afterwards, the two elders continued chatting, talking about the changes in the sect, past events and old friendships, the customs of Qianxue, the origins of the geniuses and so on.

The other members of the Zhang family stood aside, listening quietly.

Zhang Lan also lowered his head and listened respectfully, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

Mo Hua?

Did he hear it right?

The genius of Qianxue and leader of formation that Elder Feng just mentioned was... Mo Hua?

Zhang Lan found it unbelievable.

Is this the Mo Hua he knew?

This was a fifth-grade Qianxue state, a place full of aristocratic families, numerous sects, the best of the best, and geniuses everywhere... With this, could he make it?

He was not just a simple person, but he was in the middle stage of foundation building, with a peak consciousness of 19 lines, and he overwhelmed the four major sects and won the first place in the formation...

This is too outrageous, the storybook wouldn't even dare to write this...

Zhang Lan frowned and couldn't help thinking:

"Same name?"

"This Mo Hua is not the Mo Hua I know?"

But it's not quite right…

How could it be such a coincidence that he came across both "Mo Huas"?

Moreover, Elder Feng also said that this "Mo Hua" has a strong spiritual consciousness, is good at magic, and can hide...

This is obviously the kid Mo Hua, and it's the "high-end" version, no, it's the "top-end" version of Mo Hua.

But if we say that these two Mo Huas are from the same person...

Zhang Lan just couldn't believe it.

Moreover, the more I think about it, the harder it is to believe.

"Let's find a chance to see... if it's really Mo Hua's kid..."

Zhang Lan said silently in his heart.

On the other side, Elder Zhang and Elder Feng were still chatting.

The years of practicing Taoism are long, and the life of a cultivator is also very long. In addition, Kyushu is vast, with long mountains and long roads. Many old friends who practice Taoism often have no chance to meet for decades, hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

Even many of our relatives and friends have seen each other for the last time in this life without realizing it.

The years are long, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, and life and death are separated.

If we meet again someday, I won't have the chance to see you, so I can only pour a glass of wine in front of your grave to show some consolation.

Therefore, when old friends meet, it is inevitable that they talk more.

Gradually, the unfamiliarity after not seeing each other for many years dissipated, and the tone of their conversation became warmer.

Elder Feng was thinking about the past, so he sighed and said,

"The Feng family and the Zhang family are old friends. Back then, you and I studied together in Qianxue, and we were of the same mind. We formed the golden elixir at about the same time. Now, Brother Dao has passed away and has become a real person, while I, an old man, am still stuck in the late stage of the golden elixir. I am really ashamed..."

Elder Zhang shook his head: "Brother Feng, you are too kind..."

"The course of nature is constant, the waxing and waning are predetermined, and good and bad fortune are scheduled. In one's lifetime of cultivation, the ups and downs are unpredictable, and no one can predict whether it will be smooth or rough."

"All you and I can do is to do good things without worrying about the future."

"When the time for cultivation is right, success will come naturally. If it is not yet right, then continue to cultivate. Live and cultivate until old age, and let the rest take its course naturally."

"Success or failure, blessing or disaster, these are not things you and I can control..."

Elder Feng pondered these words for a long time, his mind gradually calmed down, and he nodded and said:

"Brother Dao, what you said makes sense. I was just too impatient..."

The two chatted about some of their experiences in practicing Taoism.

Elder Zhang shared his experience of transcendence one by one, leaving nothing unsaid.

Elder Feng listened attentively and benefited a lot.

Before he knew it, the night had deepened. Elder Feng suddenly realized what was happening and said apologetically,

"I'm old now. Once I start to bother you, it's endless. I almost forgot that you've been traveling a long way and should rest earlier."

"For those who practice Taoism, this little tiredness is nothing." said Elder Zhang.

But having said that, it is impossible that Elder Feng is really so clueless.

"The cave is ready, everyone please take a rest."

"Tomorrow at noon, I will take you all to the Sword Discussion Conference to watch this grand event of Qianxue and see the style of the geniuses..."

Elder Zhang nodded, "Thank you very much."

Afterwards, a boy led everyone to rest.

The Zhang family members bowed and thanked Elder Feng one after another.

After traveling for such a long time, they were very tired, so they fell asleep on the couch.

Zhang Lan was also very sleepy at first, but when he heard the word "Mo Hua", he lay on the couch, thinking about it over and over again, tossing and turning, but he couldn't fall asleep.

In this way, until Zhang Lan woke up the next day, he still looked lazy and tired.

If it were an ordinary day, Elder Zhang would inevitably give him some instructions.

Tell him that when a monk practices, he cultivates his flesh and blood, his spiritual power, but also his essence, energy and spirit.

He was restless and irritable, and didn't know how to cultivate his health and cultivate his character. How could he be so focused on the Tao?

But considering that he was a guest at the Feng family and that he was indeed exhausted from the long journey, Elder Zhang stopped talking.

Besides, there is another important matter today.

They are going to watch the sword fighting ceremony.

Elder Feng specially prepared a table of spiritual delicacies and fine wines to entertain Elder Zhang and a group of Zhang family members as a welcome treat.

Afterwards, everyone went to Lundao Mountain.

Along the way, there were cars and traffic on the road, and Elder Feng told everyone about the famous places and magnificent mountains in Qianxuezhou.

A light suddenly appears in the sky, and occasionally a feather flies into the air, causing the sea of ​​clouds to churn.

The Zhang family members were shocked.

Even the great elder Zhang sighed with emotion:

"My Zhang family is a fourth-rank family. We are the only one in Canglan Province. There are no less than ten immortals in our family. We can be considered a local giant."

"But compared with this wealthy and powerful family, the Qianxuezhou, where the sky is full of feathers, is really a small witch compared to a big witch."

"Brother, don't be so modest..." Elder Feng shook his head and said, "Qianxue Province is, after all, a rare large province. Even among the fifth-grade provinces, it is second to none."

"What's more, as the saying goes, a powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake."

"Within the boundaries of Qianxuezhou, no matter how many noble families there are or how powerful they are, they are only confined to this small world."

"Unlike the Zhang family, who dominate the area."

There are many fourth and fifth rank families in Qianxuezhou.

But when there is too much of anything, it tends to become worthless.

Many ordinary fifth-rank families in Qianxuezhou may not be as powerful and influential as those fourth-rank families in the Kyushu region that live in a remote corner, suppress one side, and have a long tradition.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away; the land is far and the power is heavy.

That's the reason.

Therefore, although the Zhang family is a fourth-grade family and cannot be considered a powerful dragon, it is a powerful "local snake" and the only local snake that dominates an area.

In Qianxuezhou, the Zhang family may not be a big deal.

But if we reach the Zhang family's territory in Kanzhou, then the orders issued by his Zhang family may really be more effective than the official documents from the Daoting.

The world of cultivation is vast, and the more friends you have, the more paths you will have.

Even though Elder Feng and Elder Zhang had no personal relationship, they did not dare to neglect the Zhang family easily.

Moreover, the Zhang family is located in a fourth-grade state and has a state limit.

In the Fourth Rank State, the Zhang family does not have a Dongxu.

But it does not mean that there is no Zhang family Dongxu ancestor in seclusion in other five-grade states, various clan forces, and famous mountains and rivers.

It's just that the Zhang family is low-key and has never revealed it.

On the way, the two exchanged a few pleasantries and talked about the grand occasion of Qianxue. An hour later, they entered Lundao Mountain.

At this time, the entire Lundao Mountain was filled with cultivators.

There was a lot of noise and bustle everywhere. When you stepped into the mountains, you felt like you were in a sea of ​​people, which was shocking.

"Brother Zhang, please follow me."

Elder Feng led the way in front, and Elder Zhang led everyone following.

"It's a coincidence..." Elder Feng said as he walked, with a proud look on his face, "Today, Xiaoyao Sect also has a disciple from our Feng family participating in the sword-fighting competition. He is also the genius with the best spiritual roots and the highest comprehension in this generation of our Feng family."

"His opponent is the Taixu Sect, one of the eight great sects. In the Taixu Sect, there is the sword genius Linghu Xiao, and also... the one I mentioned before, the talented but unethical leader of the formation sect, Mo Hua, who likes to use low-level spells to play tricks on people."

"Oh?" Elder Zhang's eyes lit up and he nodded, "If that's true, then this trip is definitely worthwhile."

After saying this, he turned around and warned the group of Zhang family members:

"I brought you to Qianxuezhou Realm to let you see this sword-fighting competition and see what a true battle between geniuses looks like."

"You are considered to have some talent in your clan, but if you were to place yourself in this vast Nine Provinces, a place where Qianxue flourishes, your talent would be like a firefly in the daytime, insignificant."

"There is always someone better than you."

"You must be humble, watch carefully, and learn well."

He said this mainly to several foundation-building disciples of the Zhang family who had excellent talents.

Zhang Lan, who was in the Jindan realm, was not included in this list.

But when Elder Zhang was speaking, he also glanced at Zhang Lan out of the corner of his eye, and it was obvious that he was also hinting at something and giving him a warning.

"Yes, Great Elder."

The Zhang family members all bowed.

Zhang Lan had a complicated expression and had no choice but to bow like everyone else.

Just hearing that the genius of the Feng family was going to have a sword fight with that "Mo Hua", Zhang Lan suddenly felt excited, but at the same time, he also felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

The viewing platform for the Qianxue Sword Contest is huge and has many layers upon layers.

At this time, the viewing platform was full of monks.

Different monks have different stands.

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

Foreign cultivators, foreign families and sects, local cultivators of Qianxue, as well as local families, elders and disciples of various sects of Qianxue, and even the special VIP seats on the high pavilion, etc., all have their own areas.

There are huge crowds of people, but they are clearly divided.

The Feng family is a Xunzhou family, considered an outsider family, but they have close ties with the Xiaoyao Sect, inheriting each other's skills and even sharing what they have. Due to this relationship, the Feng family has specific seats for spectating the battle on Lundao Mountain.

Elder Feng led Elder Zhang and his party to the Feng family's seats, and everyone took their seats one by one.

Elder Feng also ordered people to serve fruits and tea and entertain the guests.

Elder Zhang expressed his thanks, and then everyone sat down quietly, drinking tea and waiting for the sword debate to begin.

After three rounds of tea, there was a flash of light in the sky.

The shadow of Fang Tian's painting spanned the sky and the earth, like a huge colorful Mo Hua, slowly unfolding in front of everyone.

Everyone in the Zhang family looked up and was deeply shocked.

Such a huge spiritual weapon is truly the only one I have ever seen in my life.

After a while, various colors of watercolor condensed above Fang Tian's painting, revealing the terrain of mountains and rivers and the gifted young man.

"here we go..."

Elder Feng said.

In Fang Tian's painting, the situation has indeed changed suddenly. The disciples of each sect, according to different competition systems, fought each other, arguing with swords, sword lights interweaving, magic shuttles, and some cultivators fought with fists and feet, causing the earth to collapse...

Different sects, different inheritances, different methods, and all kinds of geniuses have jointly compiled a splendid picture of sword fighting.

Everyone in the Zhang family stared in amazement.

Elder Zhang couldn't help but sigh: "Qianxuezhou is really full of talented people..."

Elder Feng also nodded and said,

"This is the Xuanzi Sword Contest. The disciples of the sects who can advance to this level of competition are no longer unknown people. They are also considered the 'mainstays' of each sect."

"But these are just appetizers. The next one will be the real show."

"Xiaoyao Sect versus Taixu Sect."

"The most gifted disciple of my Feng family will compete with the genius of Taixu Sect."

Elder Feng said with relief.

Elder Zhang nodded, his expression becoming more and more expectant.

Zhang Lan, who was sitting behind him, became more nervous unconsciously.

The sword fight continued after that.

Elder Zhang and Elder Feng were still chatting.

But Zhang Lan had no intention of listening. He kept staring at the huge shadow of Fang Tianhua, waiting for the disciple to come out and verify his guess.

I don't know how long I waited, but the sword fights on Fang Tian Huaying's shadow finally came to an end.

The disciples who had participated in the sword-fighting contest also left the stage one by one.

Finally, Fang Tian's shadow in the painting became blurred, the colored ink smudged, and then the picture reappeared, presenting another group of sword fighting scenes.

Another group of sect geniuses also appeared.

Elder Feng pointed to a picture in the middle with a proud look on his face,

"Brother Dao, the leader of the group of Xiaoyao Sect disciples in white is the genius of our Feng family, Feng Zichen."

Elder Zhang looked in the direction he pointed and saw a young man in white clothes, standing with a sword in hand, as elegant as the wind. His sword-like brows and bright eyes were full of youthful heroism and high spirits.

"What a handsome young man, so extraordinary." Elder Zhang praised sincerely.

Elder Feng was proud of it. He smiled and said modestly, "Brother Dao, you are too kind."

And when the two of them were admiring the genius of the Feng family from the Xiaoyao Sect.

Zhang Lan's gaze, as if attracted by a magnet, looked to the other side.

Looking across from Xiaoyao Gate, in the Taixu queue, there was a young man who was not tall, but was standing in the center of the five people, being protected by his fellow disciples. He had a strange yet familiar face...

Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, graceful and untainted by dust.

The eyes are like deep pools, bright yet profound.

The temperament is friendly and lovely, showing a sense of calmness, composure, and some agility and cunning...

In an instant, Zhang Lan's scalp trembled and his heart was boiling like boiling water.

"Mo Hua..."

The past events of Tongxian City were like the tide, constantly surging in my heart.

When we first met, that clever and eccentric kid, who was lying in a restaurant, dressed simply, looking through a difficult array book, almost embarrassed himself...

The little kid who drank and ate meat with me.

The little brat who accidentally broke into the Black Mountain Village and caused quite a mess.

That young formation master who is incredibly talented and always ready to help those in need.

The two searched the mountain together, captured evil cultivators together, surrounded and suppressed bandit cultivators together, and killed the Dian Si together... They even built a large formation together to fight against the big monster...

All the memories came flooding into my mind at once.

In these memories, that lively, cute, clever and eccentric figure overlapped and finally merged together, overlapping with the figure of the handsome young man in Fang Tian's painting in front of him.

Mo Hua.

Zhang Lan felt a little suffocated in the chest and a little sad in the heart.

He didn't expect that he would see Mo Hua again in this way, after not seeing him for ten years since they parted in Tongxian City.

Zhang Lan took a deep breath, somewhat incredulous.

He pinched his thigh hard.

It hurts a lot.

It's not a dream...

Zhang Lan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Elder Feng also began to mention Mo Hua:

"The strongest disciple of the Taixu Sect across the street is the swordsman in front, Linghu Xiao."

"Linghu Xiao was originally a rare sword genius in Chongxu Sect, who was rarely seen in hundreds of years. Later, when the three sects merged, he was merged into Taixu Sect, which was considered a bargain for Taixu Sect."

"And the shortest one behind Linghu Xiao is the 'Mo Hua' that I mentioned to Brother Dao before..."

"This child is extremely intelligent and has a very strong spiritual awareness."

"His talent in formation is extremely high."

"What a pity... the reputation is extremely bad..."

Elder Zhang was puzzled, "Why is the reputation so bad?"

Elder Feng said: "He has a bad temper and likes to tease people with low-level magic. He is also very insidious and is used to tricking people with tricks and disgusting people with tricky magic."

"He has some talent, but no virtue."

"The worst thing is that this kid prefers to kill people with the 'fireball technique' and enjoys humiliating others..."

"To think this could happen..." Elder Zhang exclaimed, "This boy is truly shameless."

Zhang Lan: "…"

If it weren't for the generation difference, it would be difficult to speak casually. He would have to say a few words for Mo Hua to clear his name.

Could Mo Hua be such a person?

Mo Hua...

Zhang Lan was stunned for a moment, fell into deep thought, and then fell silent.

After thinking it over again and again, he found...

Mo Hua seemed to be... this kind of person?

From his point of view, Mo Hua was obviously a good kid, a good boy, but sometimes he did things that were not in line with common sense, which was a bit troublesome.

But from the perspective of others, all that's left is a "headache".

At this time, it was clear that Elder Feng was not the only one who was saying "bad things" about Mo Hua. Zhang Lan pricked up his ears and heard the surrounding monks were filled with indignation:

"This Mo Hua is really despicable and shameless..."

"He's been using this cloaking technique for several rounds now? Is there no one who can control him?"

"A good competition between the geniuses of the Qian School and the swordsmanship was turned into a game of hide-and-seek by him. Is this reasonable?"

"good!"

"It's a pity that so many talented people and young heroes have been defeated by this despicable villain in the sword fighting competition. It's really hateful!"

"Did he also use the fireball technique to blow up Fairy Lu's face?!"

"Someone come and kill this evildoer with a sword, and I will worship him as my big brother on the spot."

"Big brother, I will make him my godfather..."

…

Zhang Lan remained silent for a long while, but he was thinking:

From now on, should I just pretend that I don't know Mo Hua?

At this moment, the disciples of both sides took their positions and the sword fight began.

Elder Feng spoke with expectation: "This Mo Hua is too hated. Countless talented students have fallen into his hands before."

"But today is different. This guy has been scheming so much that he deserves to be in trouble. Brother Zhang..."

Elder Feng looked at Elder Zhang and said generously:

"Today, let's see how the Feng family's genius can slay this boy with his sword and win the applause of the whole hall, and be the one that everyone expects."

Elder Zhang nodded happily: "That's great!"

Zhang Lan subconsciously shrank his body, closed his mouth tightly, and dared not say a word.

(End of this chapter)