Chapter 1015 The Flowing Water Step?

Not only Feng Zichen, but almost all the cultivators outside the field have already noticed it by now.

They looked at Mo Hua in the sword-fighting arena, whose figure was as graceful and natural as water, and whose clothes were not even torn under the dense sword light and killing attack. They felt unspeakable shock in their hearts.

The shock blocked their throats and left them unable to utter a word.

Top-notch physical skills? !

This Mo Hua actually has a superb body movement that surpasses the top geniuses of Qianxue?

His body movement is even better than the geniuses who inherit the top inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect and Feng Family?

How... is this possible?

Everyone was in disbelief.

Especially the cultivators from Xiaoyao Sect and Feng Family.

The strongest disciple among them, with the most powerful physical skills, was actually defeated by a mere Mo Hua. It was difficult for them to accept it emotionally and rationally, and they felt ashamed.

Elder Feng's expression was even uglier than before.

At the same time, his face felt burning with pain.

Especially when I think of those "big words" he said before the sword fight, saying that the children of the Feng family have superb physical skills and this time they will definitely kill Mo Hua with the sword.

Elder Feng's face was almost unable to hold back the expression.

Elder Zhang was shocked when he looked at the Mo Hua on Fang Tian's painting shadow.

Is this the Qianxue Sword Discussion?

Is this the ultimate genius?

Originally, he thought that Feng Zichen's physical skills were incredibly strong among his peers.

But I didn't expect that there is always someone better than you.

With this level of physical skills, there are actually people who are stronger than him.

"Mo Hua..."

This name, as if carrying a magical power, was engraved in the heart of Elder Zhang.

Elder Zhang turned his head again and looked at Elder Feng.

As old friends, he naturally didn't want to see Elder Feng embarrassed, so he sighed and said with emotion:

"To be honest, Brother Feng, Zichen's physical talent is the only one I have ever seen in my life."

"A genius with this kind of talent is beyond the reach of my Zhang family peers."

"That body movement technique is much better than the one passed down by my Zhang family ancestors."

"But... there are some things that you and I both know."

"This is the world of Qianxuezhou. It is full of geniuses and people with extraordinary talents, each one more terrifying than the other."

"Brother Feng, there are always people better than you..."

Elder Zhang used his own family as a cushion to praise the Feng family, and what he said was also true.

Elder Feng felt relieved after hearing this. After thinking for a moment, he sighed and bowed to Elder Zhang.

"I was obsessed with appearances, had a desire to win, and looked down on the geniuses of other sects. That's why I spoke so arrogantly. I'm sorry to make Brother Zhang laugh."

"Brother Feng, you are too kind," Elder Zhang shook his head, and then praised:

"Zi Chen, this child, has mastered two supreme body techniques from the same source. The more he practices, the more exquisite it becomes. His future must be limitless."

"Young people are bound to be frivolous when they are full of talent. After this setback, it is a good thing for you to calm down and calm down. There is no need to be too hasty."

"Yes..." Elder Feng nodded, feeling much relieved.

But at the same time, he was still very confused:

"Brother Zhang, Zichen is a child who has mastered both the Stepping Wind Step of Xiaoyao Sect and the Wandering Wind Step of Feng Family. This is already the top-notch inheritance of physical skills."

"This Mo Hua...what kind of body movement did he learn that is even better than the inheritance of my Feng family and Xiaoyao Sect?"

"this..."

Elder Zhang frowned.

He raised his head again, glanced at the Mo Hua, and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he slowly murmured,

"It is a... unique water-based body movement inheritance, but it is definitely not the Flowing Water Step."

"It seems that the Liushuibu is just a cover."

"This body technique... allows one to move swiftly and swiftly in a very short space of time. One's body is like water, flowing with the waves."

"The slow part is like a stream rising from a mountain stream, and the fast part is like a river rushing away..."

"In the subtle places, there are countless changes, and when they flow, they are endless..."

"In addition, there is some hazy mist, which seems real and illusory, and is entangled and unclear..."

"It is indeed brilliant, with countless subtleties within it, but its meridians are a bit clumsy, and I am a bit confused as to what it is..."

Elder Zhang frowned.

Elder Feng nodded repeatedly.

The Zhang family is also a family of physical skills, and the great elder Zhang is an immortal, so his vision and knowledge are naturally extraordinary.

But as he listened, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Brother Zhang..."

Elder Feng studied the Mo Hua, then turned to look at Elder Zhang with a strange look on his face. He couldn't help but ask,

"Why do I feel like this kid is using your Zhang family's 'Water Passing Step'?"

Even the eldest elder of the Zhang family was really confused for a moment.

Zhang Lan, who was standing behind him, had a tense body and a serious look on his face, but he was digging his feet into the ground, as if he wanted to dig a hole so that he could jump in.

"Water Steps?"

The Zhang family's eldest elder frowned, looking a little dazed.

This was truly a possibility he had never imagined.

It's no wonder he couldn't think of it, it's really…

Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out how a Taixu Sect disciple, the leader of the Qianxue formation, and the prodigy of the sword contest could travel thousands of miles to learn the Zhang family's Shi Shui Bu?

Moreover, this Shi Shui Bu was superior to the Xiaoyao Sect's Treading Wind Bu and the Feng family's Bagua Youfeng Bu.

Could his Zhang family's Flowing Water Step be so powerful?

He wanted to, but was it possible?

"Impossible..." Elder Zhang shook his head slightly. "Although this kid used water-based body movements, the details of the spiritual energy flow are different, and there are many more variations. It doesn't seem to be the same routine as the Water Step."

"What's more, the Water-Passing Step is a secret of our Zhang family. How can an outsider possibly learn it?"

"Is it possible..." Elder Feng asked worriedly, "that the Zhang family's unique skills were leaked out?"

"Absolutely not!"

Elder Zhang said solemnly: "This is the inheritance of our ancestors. There is no such traitorous son in our Zhang family who would steal our ancestors' things and pass them on!"

"If there really is such a disciple, even if I don't peel off his skin and pull out his tendons, I will definitely punish him by making him eat bran and vegetables and kneel in front of the ancestral temple for hundreds of years..."

It was like a thunderbolt in a clear sky.

Zhang Lan only felt his scalp tingling, his head buzzing, and his heart chilled.

From the beginning, all his worries about the Flowing Water Step came true at the same time today, unexpectedly.

The Mo Hua uses the flowing water step and is seen by people.

Being seen would be fine, but this happened at the Sword Discussion Conference, on such a large projection screen of Fang Tian Huaying, and was seen by almost all the cultivators in the entire Qianxuezhou world...

The most important thing is, he was seen by the great elder of his Zhang family.

This is not all, the more serious thing is...

The Zhang family's body movements were learned by outsiders.

This outsider learned better than the Zhang family.

It was so good that the great elder didn't even realize that this was his Zhang family's thing...

It would be fine if this matter was not exposed, but once the Great Elder knew about it...

Zhang Lan didn't dare to think further.

He could only grit his teeth, sit upright, look straight ahead, and hold his breath.

I treated myself as a "stone man" and dared not even to breathe.

He was afraid that if he took a breath longer, the Great Elder would discover that he was hiding something.

And Elder Zhang did not doubt him for a moment.

After all, in his heart, the Mo Hua used could never be the Zhang family's "Flowing Water Step".

And on Fang Tian Huaying's painting, the sword fight was still going on.

But the situation of the war is already very clear.

Feng Zichen, the strongest man in Xiaoyao Sect, was inferior to Mo Hua in terms of physical skills, and was also a bit slower in swordsmanship.

The power of a wind-type sword will naturally be greatly reduced once it slows down.

There was no way he could cut down Mo Hua with his sword in such a short time.

Theoretically, he could make countless mistakes, but as long as he succeeded once and hit Mo Hua with the sword, Mo Hua would die.

Mo Hua can succeed countless times, but as long as he fails once or fails to dodge the sword, he will still die.

But it was this seemingly simple but extremely slim sword that made Feng Zichen feel extremely desperate.

On the surface, Mo Hua is not the strongest one in Taixu Sect. The strongest disciple is the sword-wielding genius Linghu Xiao.

Mo Hua first hid himself, then used the Flowing Water Step, and then the Fleeting Water Step, over and over again, which consumed Feng Zichen's considerable time.

This time is bought for Linghu Xiao.

The other disciples of Xiaoyao Sect could temporarily suppress Linghu Xiao with their fast sword attacks, but they could not really defeat him.

As time goes by, their swords will become slower and slower.

And Linghu Xiao finally found the flaw while Mo Hua was delaying, and activated the Chongxu sword energy to break the Xiaoyao Sect's wind sword.

Once Feng Jian's siege was broken, Linghu Xiao was like a tiger out of a cage, and under the cover of Cheng Mo and others, he began to kill everyone in the area.

The disciples of Xiaoyao Sect naturally suffered defeat after defeat.

However, Feng Zichen, the prodigy of Xiaoyao Sect, forgot about winning or losing and only wanted to kill Mo Hua, or even stab Mo Hua with a sword.

Just one stab.

As long as I can stab him, it doesn't matter if I can't kill Mo Hua.

Even just tearing a corner of his clothes would be fine.

As long as I can truly touch that figure that is like water, fog and a ghost, that will be enough.

Apart from that, he didn't ask for anything.

But he missed.

No matter how fast his body movements were, how sharp his sword was, how close his meridians were to exhaustion, or how fast he swung the sword, he could not pierce Mo Hua at all.

Linghu Xiao, together with Ouyang Xuan and three others, killed four disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, and then surrounded and attacked Feng Zichen.

Mo Hua, who had been chased for a whole game, finally had some free time. He freed up his hands and started to "train" Feng Zichen with magic.

The result was no surprise.

This genius from Xiaoyao Sect, the top figure from Feng Family, just lost like that.

Not just losing.

Before Feng Zichen was defeated, he looked pale, dispirited, and even his spiritual heart showed signs of being broken.

This scene made everyone feel so compassionate that they sighed and lamented.

"This Mo Hua boy has committed a grave sin!"

"For no reason, another genius was humiliated and ruined by him..."

"It makes me sad just looking at this…"

"Don't blame Feng Zichen. Who could have thought that this damn Mo Hua's body movements were so good?"

"Where on earth did he learn this terrifying body movement?"

"Who on earth is the damned bastard who aided the tyrant and taught him such a shameless skill?"

Some people also realized the problem:

"This Mo Hua has such good body skills, so it turns out that the previous escape after being chopped was all an act?"

"hiss--"

Everyone gasped.

"It's not the cat playing with the mouse, but the mouse playing with the cat?"

"Is he teasing Feng Zichen?"

"No," someone shook his head, "He is not just teasing Feng Zichen, he is teasing all of us..."

At that time, everyone was gloating, waiting to see Mo Hua make a fool of himself.

As a result, all of them became a joke.

Everyone was fooled by Mo Hua again.

Thinking of this, everyone fell silent.

Their faces were burning and anger was welling up in their chests.

They were angry in silence, but they could only remain silent in their anger, unable to utter a word.

But in any case, the reputation of Mo Hua has become bigger.

Of course, this title is full of criticism.

…

Afterwards, the sword-fighting competition continued and disciples from other sects began to compete.

Elder Feng seemed a little absent-minded.

And because of the miraculous skills of Mo Hua and Feng Zichen, the subsequent sword fights seemed a bit boring.

Elder Zhang looked very perfunctory.

During this dull and "garbage" time, Zhang Lan was the only one there, his posture straight as a clay sculpture, his heart tormented as if a fire was boiling oil, every minute and every second felt like a year.

Zhang Lan was so exhausted after enduring for an unknown amount of time that the sword fight finally came to an end.

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

The audience around also began to disperse.

At this moment, Elder Zhang suddenly turned around and glanced at Zhang Lan with a deep gaze.

Zhang Lan was shocked all over and almost frightened to death.

"Let's go back home..." said Elder Zhang.

Zhang Lan was stunned for a long time before he held his breath and nodded, "Yes, Great Elder."

He was uneasy and his tone was a little unstable.

Elder Zhang felt that it was a bit strange, but he did not doubt it for a moment. He just thought that Zhang Lan had witnessed the Qianxue Sword Debate. Seeing so many top geniuses competing with each other made him emotionally agitated and shocked.

Elder Zhang was not surprised, but felt relieved instead.

There is always someone better than you.

This sentence applies to everyone.

Sometimes, if you don't go out and see the world, you will never know how big the world is and how many talented people there are.

There is no future in sitting in a well and looking at the moon, and being complacent.

Get over this hurdle in your heart, acknowledge the excellence of others, know your own shortcomings, be neither arrogant nor impatient, do not get discouraged, and devote yourself to self-cultivation, so that you can go further in the future.

Fang Tian's painting shadow dimmed, turned pure white, and the image disappeared.

Everyone stood up and left Lundao Mountain in an orderly manner.

Zhang Lan also mixed in the crowd and walked down Lundao Mountain.

His legs were a little stiff and he still felt uneasy.

However, the Great Elder did not become suspicious, which was a blessing in disguise.

Zhang Lan was indeed relieved.

After walking for a while, he turned back and looked at the blank shadow of Fang Tianhua. In his mind, he couldn't help but see the scene of Mo Hua fighting with the top genius of Feng family. His body became one with water, and thousands of swords passed by without touching his body. He was shocked.

He still found it a little unbelievable.

The little brat he met in the remote countryside of the Daheishan State in Lizhou, after not seeing him for ten years, has now become the leader among the thousands of sects in the entire fifth-grade Qianxue State.

He is a "prodigy" who can turn the tide in the much-anticipated sword-fighting conference and fight against the famous geniuses of various sects without losing.

Even thousands of monks hated him to the core, but they could do nothing to him...

"Mo Hua..."

This familiar name suddenly became very strange.

Zhang Lan was stunned for a long time, as if in a dream.

…

After returning to the Feng Family, Great Elder Zhang told everyone in the Zhang Family,

"Elder Feng and I have some important matters to discuss. You can go on your own and visit the mountains and make friends."

"But a Foundation Establishment disciple must be accompanied by a Core Formation disciple."

"Moreover, this is the fifth-grade Qianxue state realm, where aristocratic families are everywhere and geniuses are everywhere. It is not like the Canglan state realm of my Zhang family."

"You must be careful in what you do, be kind to others, and don't cause any trouble."

"You must come back before midnight, or I will punish you according to family rules."

All the disciples bowed and said, "Yes, Great Elder."

"Yeah." The great elder nodded, brushed his sleeves, and left.

All the disciples of the Zhang family felt relieved.

The atmosphere also became lively.

The Zhang family disciples were discussing where to go for fun, or which relatives or friends to visit, and some people called out for Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan has a lazy personality, but he is easy-going and free-spirited, and is popular among the clan members.

What's more, he is a golden elixir.

Zhang Lan thought about it and went with them.

After leaving the cave, they wandered around the nearby Xiaoyao City and took in the local customs and beautiful mountain scenery of Qianxuezhou.

The place is full of prosperity, with gold and jade flowing everywhere, it is truly beautiful.

The Zhang family members were amazed.

Only Zhang Lan was distracted and had many things on his mind.

As they were walking around, one of the disciples suddenly sighed:

"Qianxuezhoujie is really great, but unfortunately, I can't come here to study, and my parents won't let me."

"That's right. This time, the Great Elder showed us mercy and brought us here to watch the ceremony. After we go back this time, I don't know when we will come back next time."

"Qianzhou is too far away, I may never be able to come here..."

"What a pity…"

Zhang Lan, who was standing by, was moved when he heard this. He couldn't help but think, "Should I find a chance to... meet Mo Hua?"

This trip to Qianxuezhou was a coincidence.

After watching the sword fight, they would return to Kanzhou. By that time, they would be thousands of miles apart and would not see each other for years.

From now on, we will be separated from each other. No one knows where Mo Hua will go or whether we will meet again.

but...

Zhang Lan hesitated again.

He was the one who taught Mo Hua the Flowing Water Step. Logically, he should "avoid suspicion" at this time, otherwise he would be in big trouble if the Great Elder noticed it.

What's more, Mo Hua is busy discussing swordsmanship and should not be disturbed.

Besides, Mo Hua is no longer the same as he was before. He is now a genius that everyone is paying attention to. He may not even remember who he is...

I don't know where to find ink paintings…

Zhang Lan was full of worries and hesitant for a moment.

But as he was hesitating, he remembered some of the sentiments that the Great Elder often expressed.

The years of practicing Taoism are long, parting is easy and meeting is hard.

In a person's life, cause and effect and circumstances are unpredictable. Many people have seen each other for the last time in their lives without realizing it.

And this moment might be his only chance to see Mo Hua again in this life.

Once you miss each other, you will go your separate ways and most likely practice on your own until you die.

Zhang Lan felt an endless sense of disappointment in his heart.

He thought about it, then said to the others, "You guys go shopping first, I'm going to meet a fellow Taoist."

The others were a little surprised, but they didn't ask any more questions. Instead, they nodded one after another. Some called him "Brother Lan" and some called him "Uncle Lan." They said,

"Go early and come back early. Be careful."

Zhang Lan nodded and said goodbye to everyone in the Zhang family.

He wanted to find Mo Hua, but the problem was that he didn't know where Mo Hua was. After thinking for a moment, he thought that since Mo Hua was a disciple of Taixu Sect, he should return to Taixu Sect after the sword fight.

"Taixu Sect..."

Zhang Lan hired a carriage, asked for directions, and headed for Taixu Gate.

Xiaoyao Gate and Taixu Gate are both among the Eight Great Gates and are not far from each other.

Moreover, there are special roads between the major groups, with carriages and horses running like dragons, making travel convenient.

About half an hour later, Zhang Lan arrived at Taixu City. Then, referring to the map, he walked through the city streets and followed the stone steps until he arrived at the gate of Taixu Sect.

But when they arrived at the mountain gate, they were stopped.

It was the time of the sword-discussing conference, and the world of Qianxuezhou was crowded with cultivators from all sides, a mixed crowd of good and bad people.

When there are too many people, trouble can easily arise.

Therefore, most Qianxue sects will strictly enforce access control and refuse visits from outsiders.

Without the sect order and the letter from the elders, you cannot enter the mountain gate at all.

Zhang Lan was stopped outside the door.

Of course, he was not alone. There were also some cultivators who wanted to enter Taixu Sect to visit relatives and friends, or to take a look at the sect's splendor, but they were also refused entry.

Someone was talking to the disciples guarding the mountain, saying that he knew this elder or that guest official, but it was of no use.

This is the sect's rule and no explanation is allowed.

Zhang Lan stood outside the mountain gate for a long time and sighed helplessly.

It is difficult to force a person's fate.

Perhaps this is also the result of cause and effect.

The sky gradually darkened, the sun set, and the sunset disappeared.

Zhang Lan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he could only turn his head and walk down the mountain step by step along the long mountain path.

Step by step, away from Taixu Mountain.

…

At this time, inside Taixu Mountain.

Mo Hua had just finished a day's sword fighting competition and was walking towards the disciples' residence with Situ and others. But as he was walking, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity came over me.

Mo Hua stopped.

Situ Jian asked, "Little Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

Mo Hua shook his head, stretched out his palm, counted with his fingers, and said to Situ and the others,

"You go back first, I have something to do."

Situ Jian and Cheng Mo looked at each other.

Mo Hua waved his hand and walked towards the mountain gate without waiting for Situ and the others to answer.

When we arrived at the mountain gate, there were many monks blocking the entrance and it was quite noisy.

Mo Hua stood on a high step and looked into the distance, just in time to see a figure that was gradually moving away and looking a little dim.

This back view, dressed in green, is very familiar.

Mo Hua was startled, and at first he was a little bit unbelievable, but then his eyes became brighter and brighter, and a bright smile bloomed on his face, and he shouted excitedly:

"Uncle Zhang!"

This crisp shout went over the high steps, reached the foot of the mountain, and also reached the ears of Zhang Lan who was going down the mountain.

Zhang Lan was stunned. He slowly turned around and looked back. He saw the vast Taixu Mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, and filled with fairy air.

The mountain gate is vast and the mountain platform is ancient and quaint.

At the end of the platform, a handsome young man was waving at him happily.

It was already dusk and the sky was low in the sky.

But the boy's eyes were as bright as stars, and his smile was as clear and dazzling as the morning sun.

Compared to the child in his memory, it seems that a lot has changed, but at the same time, it seems that nothing has changed.

A warm current flows from my heart.

The joy of meeting each other grows in my heart like a refreshing drizzle after rain.

Zhang Lan couldn't help but smile, his eyes were free and sentimental:

"Mohua, long time no see..."

(End of this chapter)