No sorrow, no joy, no attachment and no thoughts.

Mo Hua silently stopped talking.

Ancestor Dugu broke the "sword circle" he had just drawn with a swipe of his finger, and raised his indifferent eyes to look at the ink painting:

"What did I teach you just now?"

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said: "Ancestor, you taught me the method of killing one's own soul."

Ancestor Dugu nodded, "Very good, study hard."

Mo Hua said nothing more and bowed respectfully:

"Then ancestor, I'll take my leave first."

Ancestor Dugu glanced at the ink painting with an indifferent gaze, revealing a strange "appreciation", then broke through the void and sent the ink painting away.

In the sword tomb, Dugu Patriarch is still alone.

His figure became more and more lonely, even looking a little rickety.

When the cold moonlight shines, it becomes even more desolate.

And his expression was also caught in a contradiction, sometimes cold, sometimes confused, sometimes frowning, and sometimes like a blank sheet of paper with no emotion at all.

Under the intertwining of these emotions, Patriarch Dugu said bitterly:

"I shouldn't have taught him...I shouldn't have taught him anything from the beginning..."

"Junior brother is right, I... did something wrong again."

"You can't learn how to turn your spiritual thoughts into swords..."

"You can't touch those things at all. They were all sealed properly. It was me who opened the door for them..."

"I found a good seedling for them..."

"If you don't learn, nothing will happen. But once you learn...the stronger the sword, the stronger the demon, and you can't kill them all..."

"It was my fault."

"This sword art should indeed be banned. It should be buried with me in this sword tomb, turning into withered bones and dust."

"I……"

When Patriarch Dugu said this, he coughed violently, his face became distorted, and his facial features turned into nothingness, like a faceless man.

But there was clearly no facial features on his face, just human skin, but he showed a clear smile:

"I taught you well!"

"The seeds have been planted..."

"He has started to learn. I can feel that he has started to chop..."

"Behead it, behead it quickly, behead yourself, behead humanity, behead all love, cause and effect..."

"Ancestor Dugu" laughed in a low voice, his voice was strange, male and female were indistinguishable, like a ghost under the Nine Netherworld, echoing among the sword tombs.

…

The disciple is in the middle.

Mo Hua frowned.

He felt that there must be something really wrong with Patriarch Dugu.

But he couldn't tell what went wrong.

His cultivation level is separated from Jin Dan by a big mountain, let alone Dongxu above Yuhua.

The key is that he doesn't know what he can do, and if he intervenes rashly, he is likely to add unnecessary trouble and make the situation worse.

After thinking about Mo Hua for a long time, I still feel that for now I can only wait and see what happens.

He is still self-aware.

If the Ancestor Dugu cannot solve it himself, he will definitely be out of luck.

I'd better follow my ancestor's instructions and practice sword practice.

But when it comes to practicing swordsmanship...

Mo Hua remembered what his ancestor told him just now:

"From now on, you don't have to believe anything I teach you. Think about everything yourself and keep your heart..."

There is no need to believe everything, think for yourself and keep your heart...

Mo Hua reflected for a moment and immediately realized that the ancestor was probably reminding him in a subtle way that he should practice some techniques with caution.

Especially that door, I wonder if it is the "Tao of Taishang's Love" passed down to him by his ancestors.

"Fortunately, I was cautious and kept an eye out..."

Mo Hua silently breathed a sigh of relief.

And now that I think about it, my practice does not violate the words of my ancestor: "You don't have to believe everything, think for yourself, and keep your heart."

It should be fine...

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, but the things on the void level of the cave were like the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, so misty that it was difficult to see the reality clearly.

Mo Hua sighed and had no choice but to give up.

From then on, Mo Hua continued as usual, practicing Taoism and sword practice according to his own plan, practicing the "God-Slaying Sword" and the "Love-Slaying Dao" together.

On weekdays, he, a junior fellow apprentice who is in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, will also take the Taixu Sect's later stage of Foundation Establishment cultivation courses together with his junior fellow apprentices who are in the later stage of Foundation Establishment.

When he has time, he goes to see Yu'er.

Since Yu'er was frightened at Gu's house last time and had a nightmare, she is not in good spirits.

In Yu'er's room.

Mo Hua placed some Shinto formations beside Yu'er's bed, and lit another stick of calming incense he had obtained from Mr. Mei.

The quiet fragrance permeates the room.

"You are frightened and your mind is unstable. Stop learning formations these days. Take more rest and make up for the missed lessons after a while." Mo Hua said warmly.

Yu'er nodded obediently, "Okay, Brother Mo."

Mo Hua smiled and turned to leave, but Yu'er suddenly grabbed his lapel, "Brother Mo..."

Mo Hua turned around and said with a gentle expression: "What? Will you still have nightmares?"

Yu'er shook her head gently, but seeing his expression, she was still a little scared.

Mo Hua then touched his head and said, "It's okay. I'll stay with you for a while. You can sleep peacefully."

"Yeah." Yu'er nodded slightly.

Then Yu'er closed her eyes.

He has a small face and handsome appearance. He looks like a docile and cute little sheep when he closes his eyes.

But not long after, Yu'er opened her eyes again, her clear eyes filled with uneasiness like a deer.

Mo Hua was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu'er murmured: "Brother Mo, will something happen to you?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, "What's going on?"

Yu'er said: "Just...will we be in danger?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, but still said: "Everyone will encounter dangers in this life. I have also encountered many dangers, but they were all saved. So you don't have to pay too much attention to this kind of thing."

"Yeah." Yu'er nodded.

Mo Hua glanced at Yu'er and asked softly: "Yu'er, are you worried about something?"

Yu'er's face turned pale and she bit her lips tightly. After a moment, she slowly said:

"Brother Mo, am I... a divine fetus?"

Mo Hua's pupils suddenly shrank, and there was a slight chill in his heart, but his voice was as gentle as possible:

"Who told you this?"

Yu'er shook her head, "No one told me, it was... I heard it in my dream..."

"Dream?"

"Well," Yu'er said, "that day at Gu's house, Uncle Gu suddenly became very scary. His eyes were black and red. He looked at me and gave me nightmares."

"Brother Mo, I got much better after you came...but later on, I still had some nightmares intermittently."

"In the dream, there seemed to be many mountains with many monsters and bloody..."

"It seems that someone is still talking..."

"What did they say? What was about to wake up, what was a rabbit, what was crying, what was a mountain, a river, a person..."
To be continued...