Asking about longevity

"Join the Taoist Army and I'll take care of everything!" Commander Yang assured, patting his chest.

"You are just a foundation builder, what big talk are you talking about?" Zhang Lan was disdainful.

Commander Yang glared at Zhang Lan, "Although I am only a foundation builder, there are people who are not even foundation builders."

Zhang Lan did not argue with him, but said seriously:

"Mo Hua is born with a weak body and cannot refine his body. It would be extremely dangerous to join the Taoist soldiers and fight in melee on the battlefield."

"Of course he won't be allowed to do this kind of thing." Commander Yang said, "The most difficult thing about marching and fighting is to 'know your enemy and yourself'. He knows the concealment technique. He can detect the enemy's situation while hiding, and he can also use concealment to step back." Art of self-preservation.”

"Isn't it dangerous to detect the enemy?"

"Then forget about detecting the enemy's situation," Commander Yang said simply, taking a big step back, "Just draw the formation."

Mo Hua couldn't help but ask: "Is the Dao Bing Division also missing a division?"

Commander Yang said vaguely: "It's not that lacking..."

Zhang Lan sneered, "Don't listen to his nonsense, there is no shortage of formation masters in this cultivation world? Even those evil cultivators who build this black mountain stronghold, don't they also have to rely on the evil formation master of the Third Master?"

"Not to mention a place like the Dao Bingsi, which is dirty, tiring, and where life is always in danger. Formation masters and dignitaries generally won't go there."

Commander Yang was pointed out by him and his face turned red, but he still insisted:

"Because of this, formation masters who are good at concealment and can protect themselves are even more valuable on the battlefield.

Commander Yang looked at the ink painting and said solemnly: "As long as you are willing to join the Dao Bing Division, I can even apply to the superiors to let you be the deputy commander."

"When the time comes, you will follow me. My Yang family has deep connections in the Dao Bing Department. With my Yang family taking care of me, no one will dare to bully you!"

Ink painting is a bit difficult.

It's not that he doesn't want to join the Dao Army because he dislikes the hard work or is afraid of danger, but once he enters the Dao Army, he has to leave his hometown and travel around all year round.

He also wants to learn formations from Mr. Zhuang, and support his parents in their old age when he grows up.

Commander Yang saw Mo Hua frowning and looking embarrassed, so he quickly said:

"You are still young, so you don't have to make a decision in a hurry. You can think about it carefully. Even if you don't go now and change your mind someday in the future, you can still come to me at the Dao Bing Department. Just tell me Yang Jiyong's name."

Yang Jiyong...

Mo Hua nodded silently, remembered the name, and then said gratefully:

"Thank you, Commander Yang."

Commander Yang smiled and said, "You don't have to be so outspoken. Just call me Uncle Zhang Lan, and you can also call me Uncle."

Mo Hua said: "Uncle Yang."

Commander Yang nodded with a smile on his face.

Zhang Lan sighed and said helplessly: "Yang Jiyong, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still so shameless!"

Commander Yang snorted coldly, "You're not much better either."

The guide map of Wulin was now available, and the map of Heishan Village was available. After that, Commander Yang and Zhang Lan spent a day preliminary planning for the annihilation of Heishan Village.

The next day, several forces in Tongxian City gathered at the Daoting Division to discuss the matter of annihilation.

Participating were Commander Yang from the Dao Military Division, Zhang Lan, the old boss and Dian Si from the Dao Ting Division, as well as Elder Yu, Mo Shan, Yu Chengyi and others from the Demon Hunting Company.

Mo Hua moved a small stool and listened on the side.

Commander Yang got straight to the point:

"There has been a change in Wu Lin's formation. The evil cultivators may have noticed something. If we take action directly, we might scare them away and not be able to wipe them out in one fell swoop."

"The best way is for the demon hunter to feign an attack and trick the evil cultivators out, and then the Taoist soldiers will encircle and suppress them all in one battle, killing all the evil cultivators!"

"There are four foundation-building evil cultivators in Heishan Village, and they may not all be in the village, but we prepare for the worst. Chief Zhou, Elder Yu and I will each deal with one. I will divide the most elite Taoist soldiers into two teams and equip them with The best armor is used to kill another foundation."

"Once there are casualties in the opponent's foundation, we can attack more and less to establish a victory."

"As for other evil cultivators, even if their skills are evil and their Tao methods are vicious, they are nothing to be afraid of in this kind of frontal battlefield. You demon hunters only need to delay for a while, and wait for the Tao soldiers to rush to kill these evil cultivators. Xiubian is just a bunch of rabble..."

Afterwards, Commander Yang opened the sand table. On the sand table there were both an illustration of the foggy forest and a topographic map of the Black Mountain Village.

Commander Yang began to talk about the specific details of the crusade, how to enter the mountain, where the demon hunter went, and where the Taoist soldiers were ambushed.

How to attack the stronghold afterwards, to what extent the feint attack should be carried out, if retreating, where to retreat, where to coordinate with each other, when the Taoist soldiers will charge and kill...etc.

Elder Yu and others would also raise questions or suggestions, and Commander Yang would answer them or consider them. After deliberation for a long time, the plan was gradually completed.

Mo Hua just listened.

He was not familiar with this kind of thing. Both Commander Yang who was marching and fighting, and Elder Yu from the Demon Hunting Guild were much more proficient than him.

All knowledge in the world is knowledge.

Mo Hua just listened carefully and learned more things by the way.

After the discussion, everyone dispersed, while Mo Hua fell behind and quietly asked Zhang Lan:

"Uncle Zhang, will there be any problems?"

Zhang Lan patted Mo Hua on the shoulder, "There are risks in everything you do, but the risks in this battle are already very small."

"Why?"

Zhang Lan said: "Firstly, it's because of the information you overheard, and secondly, Daoting's Taoist soldiers are actually stronger than you think."

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Is it really that strong?"

"That's natural." Zhang Lan said, "The reason why the Taoist court can unify the cultivation world is because of its powerful Taoist soldiers. Hundreds, thousands, or even larger Taoist soldiers are fighting in battles, which are completely different from the fighting skills of ordinary monks."

Mo Hua had never seen it with his own eyes, so he didn't understand it very well, but he still nodded and felt somewhat relieved.

Commander Yang acted vigorously and resolutely, and the plan was coordinated. Two days later, the monks completed their arrangements.

Before midnight and dawn, three hundred experienced nine-level Qi-refining demon hunters and three hundred well-trained Taoist soldiers, under the leadership of Commander Yang, Elder Yu and Chief Zhou, with the help of the cover of the hazy sky, Heading quietly into the mountains.

Mo Hua also wanted to go, but met with firm opposition from everyone.

Not only did his father Mo Shan not let him go, but also Chief Zhou, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Yu Chengyi and even Commander Yang didn't let him go.

It doesn't matter if they get hurt a little, but it's serious if Mo Hua gets hurt.

Mo Hua had no choice but to stay in the Taoist camp at Wuming Peak.

The camp is relatively safe in the inner mountains, and if they encounter any difficult formations when attacking Heishan Village, they can come back and ask Mo Hua.

There are still some Taoist soldiers left in the camp, not only to guard the camp, but also to protect the ink paintings.

Mo Hua stayed in the camp and didn't sleep all night, practicing the formation on the Taoist monument of Consciousness Sea until dawn, when finally there was movement in the distance.

Far away, there were faint shouts of killing, carrying a solemn killing intent. Even without the need for spiritual perception, one could still feel the powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy.

It's a large number of ninth-level Qi-refining monks fighting in a melee, and foundation-building monks attacking with all their strength!

Mo Hua frowned, feeling worried.

His father, Mo Shan, and many uncles and uncles with whom he was very close were all in the mountains, fighting against those vicious evil cultivators.

Mo Hua wanted to take a look, but held back.

It seems that if he goes now, he won't be able to help much, but will only cause more trouble.

Mo Hua could only forcefully draw some formations to calm himself down.

The melee in Heishan Village lasted for three days. Three days later, news came.

The Taoist soldiers and demon hunters suffered few casualties, and most of Mo Shan, Elder Yu, Zhang Lan and others only suffered some injuries.

The Black Mountain Village, which had been entrenched in the mountains for hundreds of years, was completely breached!