Mo Hua looked at the young man in front of him.
Taller than oneself.
Stronger than yourself.
The head is held higher than oneself.
His face is more handsome than mine.
The temperament between his eyebrows and eyes is more rebellious than mine.
Mo Hua nodded and greeted, "My name is Mo Hua."
Ouyang Xuan, who was wearing a golden Taoist robe, looked at Mo Hua indifferently and said lightly: "Ouyang Xuan."
His attitude is not very good.
It is possible that because Mo Hua is short, his cultivation is not deep, and his spiritual power is not strong, so he did not take Mo Hua seriously.
Or maybe he just didn't take anyone seriously.
It is not just aimed at ink painting.
Seeing that the two had finished greeting each other, Sect Leader Taixu nodded and said:
"From now on, you are teammates in the sword fight. You should work together to fight for a better future for both the sect and yourselves."
Mo Hua nodded, "Master, don't worry."
Ouyang Xuan didn't say anything.
Sect Leader Taixu didn't mind. He smiled and nodded at Mo Hua, then turned and left.
After the head of the sect left, Mo Hua turned around and looked at Ouyang Xuan again.
He was sure that he had never seen this disciple of Taiamen before.
I haven't seen him in the formation class either, so this person is not my "junior brother".
"Then where did he come from?"
Mo Hua was a little confused.
However, he did not ask too much. It was the first time they met, and he did not want to ask about other people's background and privacy.
But from now on, we are teammates in sword fighting.
When participating in a sword fight, mutual understanding is very important.
In order to ease the atmosphere and build a good relationship, Mo Hua started to talk to Ouyang Xuan.
Say things like "It's a nice day today", "Do you like chicken legs?", "How did you grow so tall?"
But Ouyang Xuan looked indifferent and indifferent.
Ink painting is boring, so I just don't bother with it.
He approached Ouyang Xuan for the sake of his own leader and the leader of Tai'a, wanting to take him to play together.
If people respect themselves one inch, they should respect others one yard.
But if others don't respect him, he won't give them a good face.
What's more, Mo Hua himself is very busy.
Seeing that Ouyang Xuan still had a defiant look on his face, he seemed difficult to get along with.
Mo Hua snorted in his heart, threw him aside, and began to arrange for his "little junior brothers" to practice...
…
There is a large forest between the outer mountain and the inner mountain of Taixu Gate.
This forest is surrounded by a formation that blocks out sight and hearing. The mountains inside are rugged and the terrain is complex.
This is the training ground of Taixu Sect.
It was specially opened up for the sword-fighting competition, and it is a place for disciples to compete and practice.
Mo Hua had not planned to take part in the sword fighting competition seriously before, so he had rarely been to the training ground.
But now he was serious.
Moreover, he wanted to win with his junior brothers, so this training ground had to be fully utilized.
The disciples were divided into teams according to the terrain. Mo Hua arranged his younger fellow apprentices into teams of five and began to practice tactics and spar with each other in this huge training ground according to the established plan.
The training ground is very large and is considered an important place in the sect, with special elders managing it.
Logically speaking, Mohua does not have the authority to allocate and call functions at will.
But after he occupied the training ground so openly, no one came to stop him.
The leader turned a blind eye.
The elder in charge of the drill could only agree.
There is no way. Among the elders in Taixu Sect today, anyone with a little experience, a little background, or a little vision knows who Mo Hua is.
Even though he is just an outer disciple, sometimes what he says is more effective than that of the true elders.
So, in the training ground with mountains and rivers crisscrossed and the terrain complex.
All the disciples of Taixu Sect, no matter their strength, no matter whether they were "prodigies" or "low-level disciples", began to practice according to Mo Hua's plan in an organized, tactical and formation-matching manner.
Among these disciples, the vast majority are just disciples of Taixu Mountain.
There are very few disciples in Tai'a Mountain and Chongxu Mountain.
The three sects had only been united for a short time, and Mo Hua's reputation had not yet spread to the disciples of the other two mountains.
On weekdays, everyone gets along quite well, and the disciples from Tai'a and Chongxu mountains also call Mo Hua "Little Senior Brother".
But when it comes to something as important as a sword fight, they are unlikely to listen to Mo Hua's orders.
However, at present, the disciples from the Taixu Mountain lineage are enough.
In the training ground, there was a flash of swords and shadows, and the sound was quite huge.
Mo Hua was "supervising the battle" on the side, giving reminders from time to time, pointing out shortcomings, and giving suggestions for improvement.
The disciples' working together became more and more tacit.
The application of tactics has become more and more sophisticated.
Mo Hua felt a little relieved and began to train his team.
The sect's vast number of disciples are the foundation of the sword debate and are the countless "possibilities" and "hopes" for winning.
But on this basis, you also have to work hard.
We must take a two-pronged approach and make preparations for both scenarios.
A small corner of the training ground.
Mo Hua gathered all the members of his team together.
It was pretty much what he had expected.
He, Linghu Xiao, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, and Ouyang Xuan, a total of five people.
Linghu Xiao stood with Mo Hua.
He had long dreamed that one day he would become proficient in swordplay so that he could go to a sword-fighting tournament with Mo Hua and lead Mo Hua to invincible power.
Now I have finally got what I wanted.
Cheng Mo and Situ Jian were also very happy.
They have known Mo Hua for a long time, have a deep friendship, and have absolute trust in Mo Hua.
No matter what happens, as long as they follow Mo Hua, their "little senior brother", they feel very safe.
The one who doesn't fit in the most is Ouyang Xuan.
He stood alone, with a stern face and sharp eyes. Although he was only a body length away from me, it seemed as if there was a cliff between us, highlighting his "unsociable" character.
Mo Hua didn't care about his "alienation".
There are inherent conflicts between people.
It is naturally impossible to get along with each other after only meeting each other a few times.
Mo Hua did not require Ouyang Xuan to be "gregarious", but only required him to implement the sword-fighting tactics according to his own purpose.
Mo Hua squatted on the ground and drew a few lines and a few little men on the sand with a branch.
Then he began to explain to everyone the basic tactical positions, formations, structures, variations and purposes, etc.
These are basic, but crucial.
The situation in a sword fight changes rapidly, and sometimes there is no time to give orders, and everything depends on the tacit understanding between each other.
At the critical moment, the more solid the basic tactics are, the more timely the response will be.
All high-end tactical changes are derived from the most basic cooperation.
After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Ouyang Xuan.
Ouyang Xuan looked indifferent and still didn't say anything.
Mo Hua didn't know if he understood it, so he said, "Practice it first and see."
Then everyone practiced the tactical movements he had planned earlier several times.
Cheng Mo is a "meat shield" and also has some offensive capabilities.
Situ Jian assisted in the attack, relieving Cheng Mo's pressure.
Linghu Xiao is the main attacker. His swordsmanship is the most powerful, but it takes some time to prepare, and he cannot be disturbed by others and needs cover from others.
Therefore, Linghu Xiao's position is at the end.
Mo Hua stood beside him to support him, observe the situation, coordinate the situation, and respond to changes accordingly.
And Ouyang Xuan...
Mo Hua scanned him several times with his spiritual sense and had a rough idea of his strength.
Ouyang Xuan's cultivation was very profound, with sword energy emanating from his body. It was obvious that he was also a sword cultivator, and he had great aptitude and deep attainments in the way of the sword.
His swordsmanship is slightly inferior to Xiaoxiao's, who has a clear sword heart, but his skills are deeper than Xiaoxiao's.
The master is right, this Ouyang Xuan is indeed a "top genius".
Although he is not a genius with a perfect "pentagon", he is also very strong.
Therefore, Mo Hua made him a "single soldier" who could fight alone or provide auxiliary support according to the specific situation.
If he performs well, he can play a big role on his own.
Even if the performance is not good, it will not affect the overall situation.
Everyone worked together like this for a while.
It was fine at the beginning. Ouyang Xuan had a very high level of comprehension and understood tactics quickly. In addition, he was strong and cooperated well.
But after practicing a few times, Ouyang Xuan became impatient.
Either stand still like a "stone", or be independent and be an "eye-cat", or change positions at will according to your own wishes.
As a result, Cheng Mo also made frequent mistakes.
Cheng Mo had a bad temper to begin with, and he immediately became angry and asked:
"What do you mean?"
Ouyang Xuan said coldly: "What's wrong?"
Cheng Mo angrily said, "We are practicing tactical formations. Why are you running around instead of standing in your position?"
"What formation?" Ouyang Xuan sneered, "Back and forth, it's just these few positions, I can see through it at a glance, what do you need to practice?"
He glanced at Cheng Mo sharply, "This kind of low-level tactics still needs to be practiced so many times. Your talent is really dull. I really don't know why the leader insisted on letting me team up with a mediocre person like you..."
His words were somewhat veiled, and while he was speaking, he was glancing at Mo Hua out of the corner of his eye.
This time Cheng Mo was really angry.
His expression turned completely cold, and he held two axes in his hands and asked in a rough voice, "Why, do you want to fight?"
"Fight?" Ouyang Xuan sneered, "Are you worthy enough?"
Seeing Ouyang Xuan looking like he deserved a beating, Cheng Mo almost raised his axe and chopped him down, but he finally held back.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Cheng Mo just looks reckless, but he is not really a fool.
The sect's rules forbid disciples from fighting. If he swung his axe, it would violate the sect's rules and he would be punished.
What's more, Cheng Mo knew clearly that this was Junior Brother's team, and Junior Brother's words had the final say.
If the junior brother told him to chop Ouyang Xuan to pieces, even if it violated the sect rules, he would do it without hesitation and chop him down with the axe.
But now the junior brother didn't say anything, so even though he was angry, he couldn't act rashly.
Linghu Xiao and Situ Jian, who were standing by, also looked at him unfriendlyly.
On the contrary, Mo Hua looked calm, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Under normal circumstances, no matter how bad Ouyang Xuan's temper or attitude was, he would not pay much attention to him.
But it's different now.
This is a team discussing swordplay, and it concerns the interests of Taixu Sect and the cause and effect of the master.
What he needs is an "obedient" teammate who can follow his wishes 100% and firmly execute tactics.
He doesn't need a "genius" who seems to have strong talent and ability, but has ulterior motives and is likely to cause trouble.
The sword fight is about to begin, and time is precious.
Mo Hua didn't want to waste too much time on Ouyang Xuan.
Sometimes, you have to be ruthless.
Mo Hua glanced at Ouyang Xuan and said calmly, "Come with me."
After saying that, Mo Hua turned around and walked towards the grove of trees nearby.
Ouyang Xuan frowned, looking slightly annoyed. He didn't like being bossed around like this.
But seeing Mo Hua walking further and further away, Ouyang Xuan thought for a moment and sneered, "I want to see what you can do to me?"
Then he took a step forward and walked towards the ink painting.
The two of them disappeared into the grove.
The forest was dense and no one was seen.
Linghu smiled, Cheng Mo and Situ Jian looked at each other.
"Little Senior Brother...what is he going to do?"
"Isn't he thinking about... beating up Ouyang Xuan?"
"Can he beat him?"
"It's hard to say... It feels a bit difficult. To be honest, this Ouyang Xuan is quite strong..."
"The main reason is that the little brother is a 'fragile' person, and his tolerance for mistakes is too low..."
"Do you want to help? I'm afraid that my junior brother will suffer..."
…
As the three were discussing, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the grove and disappeared in a flash. There was nothing unusual about the trees, but it seemed deep and dead silent, which made people shudder.
Linghu Xiao and the other two were startled. They stopped talking and turned to look towards the grove.
After a while, the trees shook and a figure appeared, and Mo Hua came out with Ouyang Xuan.
Mo Hua looked normal.
Ouyang Xuan's face was deathly pale, and his body was shaking slightly, as if he had seen a "ghost" and was in a state of panic.
Walking in front of everyone, Mo Hua's face was filled with a warm smile:
"We had a 'heart-to-heart' talk, and Ouyang also realized that what he said just now was not appropriate, and the matter was forgotten."
"We are all disciples of the Taixu Sect. We should work together for the honor of the sect and strive to get a good ranking in the sword competition..."
His words are like a spring breeze.
Linghu Xiao and the other two looked strange.
Ouyang Xuan's face turned even paler and he couldn't utter a word.
Mo Hua glanced at everyone and said with a smile,
"Okay, then it's happily decided."
Afterwards, everyone continued to hone their tactics for the sword-fighting competition.
Now Ouyang Xuan is really "honest".
Some of them are even too "honest" - rather than being "honest", it would be better to say that they are "stupid".
Whatever Mo Hua said, he did exactly as he was told.
There was still shock on his face, as if he had not yet recovered from the nightmare in the grove.
But thanks to this, the subsequent drills went unusually smoothly.
…
Tai Amen.
Sect Leader Tai'a was discussing swordplay with a middle-aged elder. As they were chatting, he suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?" asked the middle-aged elder.
Sect Leader Tai'a was a little uneasy, "Do you think Xuan'er will be okay?"
The middle-aged elder was slightly fat, with a fair complexion. He smiled before he spoke, and immediately asked, "What can Master Xuan do?"
"It's about the sword."
"Over at Taixu Mountain?"
"Well," Sect Leader Tai'a nodded and frowned, "I forced Xuan'er in. If there's a quarrel, it won't be good."
The middle-aged elder thought for a moment and nodded:
"Young Master Xuan has a special status, and he has been raised by the ancestor since he was a child. His lessons were also taught by the true elders. It is inevitable that he has a lonely personality. To be honest, it is unlikely that he will not cause any trouble..."
Master Tai'a frowned and sighed, "I can't help it..."
"This kid...is too old. He is the same generation as me, the head of the sect. I can neither hit him nor scold him."
"I didn't even dare to tell anyone about the relationship here."
"Otherwise, with his status, he won't be able to mingle with his fellow disciples."
"No one in the sect, from the top to the bottom of the elders, dared to control him, which is why he has such a rebellious character."
"But now, I will send him to Taixu Mountain to team up with other disciples to fight..."
The brows of the Tai'a Sect Leader were getting more and more furrowed. "I am afraid that in extreme cases, if a fight breaks out, the disciples from Taixu Mountain will be injured, which will damage the harmony of the three sects."
Moreover, due to their seniority, even if Ouyang Xuan injured a disciple of Taixu Mountain, it would be difficult for him to really punish him.
It is really not easy for him to be the head of the sect.
The middle-aged elder thought for a moment, then slowly said:
"How about, let's just forget it? We can select some disciples from the Tai'e Mountain lineage to accompany Master Xuan to the sword fight. Just think of it as accompanying him to 'play'. Everyone knows each other well, and it won't cause any unpleasantness..."
"How can this be tolerated?" said the head of the Tai'a sect solemnly, "If he continues to be spoiled like this and is not given some training, he will really become a 'second-generation rich man'."
"After he reaches the Dan stage, if he is still so arrogant, he will definitely suffer a great loss. If he does not think about improving himself, he will become useless, and his excellent talent will be wasted."
The middle-aged elder shook his head and said:
"Then we can only hone our skills slowly like this. If Master Xuan really causes any trouble, Tai'a will come forward and apologize..."
Master Tai'a thought for a moment and could only nod, "This is the only way..."
"I hope that in time, Xuan'er can get along well with those disciples of Taixu Mountain..."
Of course, he also knew that even if they could get along, it would not happen overnight.
With Xuan'er's "unruly" personality, he doesn't care about anyone and will never stay still. Who knows how much trouble he will cause...
For things like this, we can only take one step at a time.
Master Tai'a sighed.
But two days later, he still couldn't let it go.
After hesitating for a long time, the head of Tai'a Sect finally activated his escape technique, left Tai'a Mountain, arrived at the gate of Taixu Mountain, and entered the training ground. He wanted to see how the "second generation" of Tai'a Sect was getting along, and to make sure he didn't become arrogant and cause trouble.
But as soon as he entered the training ground, Sect Leader Tai'a met Sect Leader Taixu first.
Both of them were a little surprised.
But considering the importance of the Sword Discussion Conference, more attention naturally needed to be paid, and neither of them was surprised.
"Please." said Master Taixu.
"Thank you for your help."
A boy set up the seats and served tea.
Amid the aroma of tea, the two masters sat in the attic drinking tea.
On the training ground, the disciples were practicing advancing, retreating, attacking, and various tactical changes.
The formation is well-organized and the movements are uniform.
The head of Tai'a Sect came here for Ouyang Xuan, but when he saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but be distracted and muttered:
"Is this... a Taoist soldier?"
Master Taixu said: "Not really, it's just that the disciples practiced in a more regular manner."
Sect Leader Tai'a took a closer look and nodded slightly.
It is true that they cannot be called Taoist soldiers.
The Taoist soldiers' formations should be more regular and the rules should be stricter.
Orders must be strictly enforced without any mistakes.
Relatively speaking, the disciples on the training ground were still quite immature and unfamiliar with the changes in formation.
Moreover, it seems that what is being practiced now are just basic tactical formations, without the corresponding spiritual weapons and formations, and cannot be compared with the "Tao soldiers".
But even so, it is not easy.
This is the prototype of "Sword Prodigy".
(End of this chapter)