Mr. Xun is brewing something big in his mind.

As for ink painting, I still concentrate on taking classes and practicing.

Soon it was Christmas break again.

In the Demon Refining Mountain, Mo Hua was sitting on a big tree with a spiritual sword in front of him, killing falcons in the sky out of boredom.

He is a second-grade elementary falcon, and he has no pressure to kill it now.

Basically one sword per sword.

So if you kill for a long time, it will become boring.

At the same time, he was waiting patiently.

Waiting for Linghuxiao to come to the door.

In this way, he has a "kendo genius" who can serve as his "thug".

Moreover, this swordsman genius can still grow and may become more and more powerful in the future.

Mo Hua waited and waited on the tree until it was past noon and approaching evening. The setting sun had already tilted and began to set in the west.

There was still no sign of Linghuxiao.

"Not coming?"

Mo Hua sighed.

No fish caught...

Let’s talk about it next time.

Mo Hua was ready to pack up and go back first, but after thinking about it, he decided to wait a little longer.

What if this young man is having an ideological struggle?

This kind of withdrawn boy may look indifferent, but he usually has a lot of inner drama.

Mo Hua sat on the big tree, took out a jug of fruit wine, watched the sunset, and waited slowly.

Sure enough, after another moment of burning incense, a young man's figure appeared in the mountain road hidden by dense forests in the distance.

It was Linghu Xiao who was wearing a light blue robe.

"Coming!

Mo Hua was refreshed, stood on the tree, waved and said hello from a distance:

"Linghu laughs!"

Linghu smiled and was startled. He looked up and found a young boy waving to him on a big tree in the dense forest in the distance.

Judging from the body shape and temperament, it is exactly like an ink painting.

Linghu smiled and frowned slightly.

How did this little monk named "Mo Hua" find himself at such a long distance?

We are all foundation-building monks. Is his spiritual consciousness so strong?

Linghu smiled in confusion, but still walked towards Mo Hua.

After the two met, Mo Hua didn't say much. He didn't ask why he came so late. He didn't say any nonsense to him, but went straight to the topic:

"It's getting late, I'll take you to kill the monsters."

Linghuxiao's expression was still cold and he asked:

"What monster to kill?"

"You will know when the time comes." Mo Hua said.

After saying that, he took the lead and walked in front.

Linghuxiao hesitated for a moment, and although he was a little reluctant, he slowly followed behind Mo Hua.

"Let me tell you how our Taixu Sect kills monsters."

Mo Hua said as he walked.

Originally, he wanted to find someone to walk Linghuxiao through the process.

But after all, Linghuxiao was the swordsman genius of Chongxu Sect. Mo Hua thought about it and decided that it would be better to take action himself, so as to show his importance.

Anyway, now, although his life is fulfilling, it is also quite boring.

I just happened to take advantage of this time to make friends and have fun with Linghu.

The process of hunting monsters in Taixu Sect has been studied by ink paintings, practiced by fellow disciples, and continuously optimized according to the actual situation. It has become very stable and mature.

The one I wanted to kill this time was a Kuimu wolf.

Mo Hua looked for traces, buried traps, set up formations, and then pulled Linghuxiao and squatted behind a big rock.

Kuimulang triggered the formation, the formation exploded, and murderous intent emerged.

Fires were everywhere, and smoke and dust were rising everywhere.

Kuimulang was also seriously injured by the explosion.

"Cut it!" Mo Hua said.

Linghu smiled and drew his sword, and a powerful sword light that was as bright and sharp as the moonlight shot out of the air and struck directly at the injured Kui Mulang.

Kuimu Lang died on the spot.

The monster hunt is over.

Linghuxiao was stunned.

The total time taken before and after is no more than an hour.

Most of the time is used to find monsters, track monsters, lay traps, and set up formations.

The real battle breaks out, from the activation of the formation, to the sword drawn by oneself, to the death of the monster falling to the ground, it only takes a stick of incense.

Just like that, a second-grade elementary monster beast was hunted and killed.

It was even so simple that he felt that even a "fool" could kill the monster like this by following the step-by-step procedure...

Taixu Sect...has this always been the way to kill monsters?

Which monster can withstand being killed like this?

Linghuxiao felt that his knowledge had been subverted.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the sky, "There is still some time, I can kill one more, and then I can go back."

Then he repeated his old tricks.

Under the mature and meticulous monster hunting arrangements and Linghuxiao's powerful sword energy, another monster fell without incident.

The two peeled off the materials and sold them at the mountain gate.

"Two monsters, after deducting the cost of the formation, the rest will be divided equally. Each of them will have 800 points of merit."

Mo Hua said, and then assigned 800 merit points to Linghu Xiao.

Linghu smiled a little startled.

That's it...

In just half a day, you wandered around in the mountains and forests, struck two or three swords, and got 800 points of merit?

This made him feel that before, he was alone, hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, fully alert, pushing the sword to the extreme, fighting monsters, and scheming with Duanjinmen. It took several days, sometimes even two or three decades.

, to kill a monster beast and earn more than a thousand merit points, I feel like a "fool"...

On the way back, Linghuxiao thought for a long time, and finally said indifferently:

"This is not a good way to hunt monsters. I won't participate next time."

Mo Hua wondered: "What's wrong? Isn't it fast?"

Linghu shook his head with a smile, "It's too tricky. It's not conducive to the practice of swordsmanship. It will also make the sword's heart numb and careless, making it inert."

"Moreover, laying an ambush in advance and relying on formations are somewhat ineffective."

"This goes against my swordsmanship and will make me lose the courage to face strong enemies..."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then sighed and said speechlessly:

"Sooner or later, you will die of stupidity."

Linghu smiled for a moment, then became sullen and said coldly: "You are stupid! What do you know? You don't practice swordsmanship, and you don't have the talent of a clear sword heart. How do you know the pursuit of swordsmanship!"

"What is the clear heart of the sword?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Linghuxiao's face turned cold, he raised his head and said, "You don't understand even if I tell you."

"Oh." Mo Hua glanced at Linghuxiao, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you plan to stay in the sect for the rest of your life?"

Linghuxiao didn't understand why Mo Hua asked this, but he still shook his head and said:
To be continued...