Asking about longevity

Between the cliffs, on the invisible road, Mo Hua walked carefully.

After a cup of tea, Mo Hua finally walked to the opposite side.

Climbing up the opposite cliff, the moment your feet hit the ground, the surrounding fog suddenly became heavier, and the miasma was so strong that it made you dizzy.

Mo Hua quickly took out two miasma-preventing pills and took them, using his spiritual power to refine the medicinal power, he felt a little better.

After looking around, I found that I was in a small forest with no one around.

Except that the fog is heavier and the miasma is more poisonous, it is no different from the inner mountain.

"Where are those sin cultivators? Are they not here?"

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

Mo Hua walked around cautiously for a while, and found that the sunlight was obscured by heavy fog and the forest was misty. He could not tell his direction and no longer knew where he had gone.

The most important thing is that there is no trace of the monks at all.

Mo Hua sat on the ground, a little confused.

Did you guess wrong?

It shouldn't be...

Mo Hua thought for a while and suddenly felt strange.

On the other side of the cliff, the sun is shining brightly, and the fog is not heavy at this time. But on the other side of the mountain, separated by a stone road, why is the fog so deep?

There is not much difference in daylight between the two sides. Logically speaking, even if the fog is heavier, it will not be this thick.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness, took a closer look, and suddenly frowned.

There is a faint intertwining of spiritual energy in the fog, condensing around like lines.

Ordinary monks may not be able to detect it, but at a glance, the ink painting can tell that this is the formation pattern drawn by the formation master!

Mo Hua suddenly realized.

The fog in the deep mountains was not so heavy at first. It was the formation master's formation that made it so thick that it was hard to see even one's fingers.

Mo Hua was refreshed. He followed the position of the formation pattern and found a big tree. He took out a dagger and cut through the bark of the tree.

The dry bark of the tree was cut open, and indeed there was a formation hidden inside.

The nine patterns of the formation are a first-grade formation. The formation patterns are mainly water-based, with some changes in the brushwork and some unfamiliar forms.

I have never seen an ink painting, but I guess it should be a fog formation.

The function of the formation is to condense water vapor and make it float on the surface of the forest, forming a long-lasting mist.

The ink painting felt novel, and seeing no one around, he took out a pen and paper, followed the formation, and started copying stroke by stroke.

Generally, when learning formation techniques, it is best to use formation diagrams.

There are detailed array patterns on the array diagram, including the order of lines and strokes, the proportion of ink used, the type of array pattern, the structure of the array hub, and other matters needing attention.

It is difficult to reversely deduce the painting method through the ready-made formation.

But no matter how difficult it is, it is just an ordinary first-grade formation. The formation patterns are somewhat special, but they are within the scope of the Five Elements formation, and are nothing to Mo Hua.

After five or six ink drawings, I have mastered seven, seven, eight, and eight, and I know the number in my mind.

Heavy fog can deceive people, but the formation is fixed and cannot deceive people, especially Mo Hua.

Not only in the bark of the tree, but also on the surrounding rocks and bushes, this formation is scattered here and there.

Based on the direction of the fog formation, he can roughly deduce the path in the fog.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly opened up.

He doesn't need to worry about the fog. As long as he uses the fog formations in the fog as a signpost, he won't get lost.

The array master who set up the fog array wanted to use the heavy fog to confuse the direction.

But the fog array he set up allowed Mo Hua to find his direction.

Mo Hua put away his paper and pen, let go of his consciousness, sensed the location of the fog formation, and began to walk into the deep mountains.

After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly thought that if others could set up formations, he could do it too.

In his storage bag, there are still some stone needles with Sinan sub formations painted on them, which Uchiyama has not used up, and they happened to be laid out along the road at this time.

If something unexpected happens, you can know it in advance.

Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste.

It is better to be prepared in advance than to be caught off guard when in danger.

Mo Hua walked along the direction of the fog array and inserted the Sinan stone needle in a hidden position.

As he walked, Mo Hua gradually became familiar with the road in the foggy forest.

But after walking for a long time, there was still no trace of Zuixiu.

Mo Hua frowned. Did he neglect something? Or are these sin cultivators hidden deep enough?

How about going back first? Come and see us next time?

While he was hesitating, the sound of footsteps suddenly reached his ears.

Mo Hua was shocked when he saw that there were no rocks and no deep vegetation, so he couldn't hide. He took three steps and two steps at a time, and with the help of the passing water step, he walked directly upright to a big tree next to him.

Mo Hua lay down on a big branch, and then he realized that he had used the concealment technique, which ordinary Qi refining monks could not see, and his spiritual consciousness could not detect him.

But it’s always a good idea to be cautious when sailing a ship that lasts forever.

What if a foundation-building monk comes?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the outlines of two figures in the fog were faintly visible, mixed with some vague conversations.

"Brother...it's this way. You didn't lie to me."

"Don't worry, that's right."

"This fog is too damn heavy... I walked for a long time..."

"If the fog isn't too thick, won't we be discovered?"

"...can I go in?"

"What? Don't believe me?"

…

When they got closer, they saw two monks, one fat and one thin, both in the late stages of Qi refining.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't foundation building.

As a monk in the Qi refining stage, even if he sees through his concealment technique, he will still have a way to deal with it.

What's more, monks in the Qi refining stage, unless they have foundation-building spiritual consciousness, can't see through his concealment technique at all.

Mo Hua looked carefully again and found that the fog was hazy and he couldn't see their faces clearly. However, he saw that they were dressed in different clothes, one had a high-pitched voice, the other was carefree, and they acted a little sneaky. They must not be good people.

"Is it a sin cultivator?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up. If it was a sin cultivator, there would be a clue.

Even if you are not a sin cultivator in the mountains, you must know the way in the mountains.

The two monks, fat and thin, walked side by side. Mo Hua stepped lightly into the tree and followed behind them on tiptoe.

The two of them walked and chatted all the way, unaware that they were being followed.

The fat and thin monks walked around in the foggy forest, looking at the map for a while, and pointing out the mountain roads for a while. After turning several mountain passes, they stopped in front of a big tree stump.

"Is this here?" the thin monk asked.

"Not bad." The fat monk nodded.

"What's next?"

"wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until midnight."

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but think of that sentence:

At midnight, I asked for directions.

Apparently, they were from out of town and wanted to join the sin cultivators in the mountains.

Mo Hua frowned, should he wait with them forever?

It was getting late, and he wanted to go back early.

But we've reached this point. If we don't follow them, the clues will be lost. If we look for them in the future, we probably won't have this chance.

"Wait, then……"

Mo Huabian also waited patiently.

It was almost noon, the fat and thin monks were tired of waiting, and felt hungry again, so they took out the dry food and started eating.

The thin man took a few mouthfuls and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's so dry and hard, it's like eating bird poop, it's so fucking painful!"

The fat monk glanced at him lightly and said, "It's good to have some to eat, otherwise you still want to go to Taoist prison and eat prison food?"

The thin monk said with a sneer: "I won't be able to eat more than a few meals in prison, so I guess I will have to eat decapitation meals."

The fat monk shook his head.

The thin monk suddenly said: "Brother, how many lives have you taken?"

The fat monk thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Only six."

The thin monk gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are great, I only have four."

After speaking, he started counting, "An old man over a hundred years old, a monk in his thirties, a female monk, and her child."

The fat monk was slightly surprised, "Do you count my child?"

"If you don't count, there are only three. I'm afraid of embarrassing you, brother."

"It doesn't matter." The fat monk patted him on the shoulder, "Follow me from now on, go into this deep mountain, eat well and drink hot food, have everything you want, and no one will look down on you."

The thin monk was overjoyed, "Then I'll rely on my big brother!"

The fat monk took out a package from his arms. Inside was a piece of dried meat and a jug of wine.

"I left this on purpose. We brothers met by chance and escaped from the hands of Daotingsi's lackeys. We traveled thousands of miles to reach this deep mountain. From now on, all the hardships will be rewarded. It's worth celebrating."

The thin monk's eyes lit up, "Brother is still thoughtful."

The two of them shared meat and wine. They were neither full nor full of wine, but they were satisfied.

After eating, the fat monk realized that the third watch at noon had arrived. He suddenly frowned, pointed to one side and said:

"There seems to be something at the tree stump."

The thin monk was slightly tipsy. Hearing this, he was confused and stood up to check.

The fat monk quietly walked up behind the thin monk, took advantage of his unpreparedness, and suddenly drew out his sword, stabbing him to the core.

While the thin monk was wondering, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a sword tip exposed on his chest. His heart had been pierced. Then the sword tip was withdrawn and blood spurted out.

He turned around slowly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The fat monk looked coldly and said, "Good brother, this meal of wine and meat is also a decapitation meal."

The thin monk's eyes were full of grief and anger, and he tried to struggle, but the fat monk grabbed his throat, pressed his backhand on the wooden stake, and cut off his head with a sword.

The head rolled down, blood splashed all over the floor, and the fat monk's clothes were also splashed red.

The fat monk didn't care.

"We are brothers. You drink my wine and eat my meat, and I lend you your head. It shouldn't be too much."

After speaking, he stepped forward, picked up the dead head, and threw it towards the dark mountain wall in the distance.

There was a sound of the head falling to the ground, and the mountain wall suddenly disappeared.

A bloody and gloomy mountain gate appeared, with three ancient characters on it:

Black cottage.

Thank you Dark Night Star Morning for the reward~

This book is not considered Gou Dao Wenha.

The protagonist will be more cautious in doing things, but he will not be cautious for the sake of caution.

If there is something that needs to be done, even if it is difficult or risky, the protagonist will work hard to do it.

There will be a recommendation in a few days, and there will be more updates then.

Finally, thank you for your support and wish you all a happy day~