Asking about longevity

"Old Mo... Mo Shan, no, Brother Mo!" A demon hunter put his arm on Mo Shan's shoulder.

"You say, given our friendship, if I show off my old face again and ask your son to draw a formation for me, will he agree?"

Before Mo Shan could speak, a demon hunter said next to him:

"Are you big-faced?"

"At such an old age, don't think about relying on your reputation to make a living."

On one side, someone laughed and started cheering.

"Mo Shan, just tell me, how many spiritual stones can draw this formation, let me have an idea."

Mo Shan smiled bitterly and said, "I have to go back and ask my son. This formation shouldn't be that easy to draw."

Everyone thought for a while and nodded.

A formation that can block a blow from a late-stage first-level monster is indeed not that easy to draw.

Another demon hunter secretly said to Mo Shan: "Is your son not engaged yet?"

Mo Shan nodded, "He's still young."

"It's not too small, it's not too small. This kind of thing should be considered as early as possible."

"What's your idea?"

The demon hunter chuckled and said, "I have a daughter who is pretty. How about we get married?"

"Mo Shan, don't listen to his farts, my niece is pretty."

"Brother Mo, you must not rush into this kind of thing. If you ask me to wait a little longer, my daughter will be born next year..."

"How old is your daughter? Shameless!"

…

Mo Shan watched them chattering and smiled helplessly.

Although there were twists and turns in this monster hunt, overall it went smoothly and didn't take too much time.

After everyone came down the mountain, they sold their monsters, divided their spiritual stones, and went home.

It's getting late, and the street lights are on one by one.

Mo Shan walked through the familiar streets, opened the familiar courtyard door, and returned home.

Liu Ruhua had already prepared the meal, and there were vegetables, beef and steaming rice porridge on the table.

While eating, Mo Shan asked Mo Hua: "Are there any formations drawn on the vine armor?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded with a white steamed bun in one hand and meat in his mouth:

"I drew the Golden Armor Formation!"

"Golden Armor Formation? Is it higher grade than Iron Armor Formation?"

"Yes, the effect is much higher than that of the Iron Armor Formation."

Mo Shan thought for a moment and then asked:

"Some uncles in your demon hunting team also want to ask you to help draw this formation."

"Yes, but it will take a while."

Mo Hua has to spend time recently to learn a new first-grade formation. When his level of formation is stable, he can go back to draw the golden armor formation to improve his proficiency.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then added: "If they want to draw the Golden Armor Formation, they need to prepare some gold-based pens and inks, and just give them some spiritual stones. Just treat it as payment for their hard work."

After all, even casual cultivators are not rich.

Mo Shan felt relieved, smiled and said:

"I asked them to prepare first. After a while, when you are free, you can help them draw."

"Okay!" Mo Hua agreed, and then asked curiously:

"Dad, is this golden armor array on the rattan armor useful?"

He wanted to know how effective the First Grade Golden Armor Formation was.

Mo Shan was just about to say "it's easy to use", after all, the late-stage first-grade Kuimu Lang didn't even tear this set of rattan armor apart.

In his life, he had never worn any armor stronger than this.

But when the words came to his lips, Mo Shan hesitated again.

Saying "easy to use" means that he encountered danger in the mountains.

As for the dangers he encountered, Mo Shan never spoke out in order to prevent his wife and children from worrying.

Mo Shan hesitated for a moment and said: "It should be easy to use, but the monster hunting went smoothly today. I didn't encounter any danger. Let's talk about it next time."

Mo Hua nodded, a bit regretful.

But then I thought again, it's always a good thing that I didn't encounter any danger.

Whether it's the rattan armor or the golden armor array, it's all about reducing the danger, but no matter how much it is reduced, the danger is still there.

The best situation is that there is no danger.

Thinking like this, Mo Hua felt relieved and started eating happily.

As Mo Hua ate, he thought of another question: "Dad, how is Uncle Zhao doing?"

Mo Shan frowned, "It's not very good. I haven't woken up yet."

When Lao Zhao entered the mountains, he was chased by unknown monks. On the way to escape, he fell into a cliff and got entangled in branches, and was later found by Mo Hua with his spiritual consciousness.

Lao Zhao, whose life was hanging by a thread, was able to survive, otherwise he would have been in danger.

"Did the Qian family do it?"

"There's no hard evidence, but it's pretty close to true."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Did the Qian family pursue Uncle Zhao to vent their anger, or did they want to cover up something?"

"Elder Yu is investigating, but there are no clues. I guess this matter will be clear when your Uncle Zhao wakes up." Mo Shan sighed.

Mo Hua was a little worried, "Then when will Uncle Zhao wake up?"

Mo Shan touched Mo Hua's head and said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng looked at it and said that you can go and have a look if you have time in these two days."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

On the second day of ink painting, I went to Xinglin Hall.

Lao Zhao, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was placed in a side room of Xinglin Hall.

Lao Zhao's wife is still pregnant and should not work too hard. She can only take some time to see her husband every day.

Elder Yu came often and often arranged for people to come over to help take care of Old Zhao. However, although Old Zhao was alive and well, he never woke up.

When Mo Hua came, he found that Elder Yu was also there.

Elder Yu, who was originally as grave as water, immediately became friendly and cheerful when he saw Mo Hua, "Mo Hua, you're here."

"Well, let me see Uncle Zhao."

Mo Hua walked to the hospital bed and was a little worried when he saw Uncle Zhao still lying with a blank face. Then he asked Elder Yu in a low voice:

"Elder, have you found out anything about the Qian family?"

Elder Yu hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said:

"I sent people to investigate. In the past month or so, someone from the Qian family has been sneaking into Daheishan. They are sneaky and do not know what they are doing."

Mo Hua frowned, "I've also gone into the mountains, but I don't think I've encountered them."

"Most of them went there secretly at night. Once they entered the mountain, they disappeared without a trace. Naturally, they couldn't be encountered. Not only you, but other demon hunters didn't notice either." Elder Yu explained.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and suddenly said: "Uncle Zhao met them?"

Elder Yu nodded, "When he went up the mountain that evening, he may have happened to meet someone from the Qian family, and he probably knew what the Qian family was doing, so the Qian family wanted to kill people and silence them..."

Kill and silence!

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

What on earth was the Qian family doing in Daheishan that they wanted to kill people and silence them to cover up their tracks?

At this time, Mr. Feng came in, and Elder Yu and Mo Hua stopped talking.

Mr. Feng was holding a plate with elixirs, acupuncture and a small steaming stove on it.

"Grandpa Feng, what are you doing?" Mo Hua asked.

"I'll use acupuncture to clear the meridians and activate the medicine, and he will probably wake up."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded frequently and looked at him curiously.

Mr. Feng fumigated the medicine in a stove to extract its properties, then used golden needles to quench the medicine and penetrate it into Lao Zhao's acupuncture points.

Old Zhao's skin gradually turned red, congestion oozed out, and some of the chaotic spiritual energy in his body gradually stabilized, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Elder Yu looked a little calmer, and just when he was about to comfort him to "have a good rest", his arm was suddenly grabbed hard by Old Zhao.

Lao Zhao's breath was unstable and he was speechless.

But he still held Elder Yu tightly, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to say those words:

"Daheishan...there is a spiritual mine!"

When Elder Yu heard this, his pupils trembled.