Asking about longevity

A hundred miles away from Tongxian City, there are lush mountains and forests and gurgling streams.

On the mountain road, a caravan of more than ten people was moving slowly forward, pulling several trucks of storage containers.

Mo Hua was sitting in the caravan's truck, his calves dangling leisurely. While looking at the familiar but slightly unfamiliar mountain scenery nearby, he was thinking about his parents, acquaintances and friends in Tongxian City. He was excited and suddenly Somewhat uneasy about being close to home.

From the border of the third-level Dali Mountain State to Tongxian City.

The road was long and mountainous, and Mo Hua kept walking for more than half a year, visiting the formation masters and looking for formations along the way.

Now he is fifteen years old.

A first-level formation master, with early stage cultivation of foundation, fourteen lines of spiritual consciousness, a qualitative change of spiritual thoughts, as condensed as mercury.

Compared with when he left home, Mo Hua has grown a little taller.

The eyebrows are also a little longer, and there is a trace of heroism in the eyebrows.

However, the teenage years are still too young for the monks.

Mo Hua established his foundation early. Although he has gone through many things, he still looks like a pure and innocent child.

"Brother Mo, your master, I really don't worry about you traveling alone..."

An old man in the caravan couldn't help but ask.

Along the way, he asked this question at least seven or eight times.

The old man is the owner of the caravan, traveling around and selling some spiritual stone pills to make a living.

His surname is Zheng, and he has stern eyes. Others call him Mr. Zheng.

Tongxian City is becoming more and more prosperous, and there are more monks and traders coming and going. Mr. Zheng's caravan bought some monastic goods and went to Tongxian City to sell them.

But they were attacked by monsters along the way, and the formation on the car was broken.

When Mo Hua came across them, he helped them practice the formations. They were all very simple formations, with about four or five patterns of the first grade, and it didn't even take a little effort.

But Mr. Zheng was surprised.

This little monk, at such a young age, can actually repair the formation of five formations...

The future is bound to be limitless!

In order to express his gratitude to Mo Hua, Mr. Zheng gave Mo Hua a delicious meal. When he learned that Mo Hua's destination was Tongxian City, he gave Mo Hua a ride.

Mo Hua was tired from walking all the way, so he happened to be lazy and hitchhiked.

We ate, drank, and chatted with people all the way, so it wasn't boring.

Anyway, we are already very close to Tongxian City, so we won’t be delayed for a few days.

It's just that every time Mr. Zheng looks at the ink paintings, his expression is a little weird.

At such a young age, and with such good talent in formations, his family really can rest assured and let him travel alone...

He couldn't bear to leave it on him.

Mo Hua then whispered: "When I was traveling, I was with someone, but now that I'm back, I'm alone..."

When he said this, there was a trace of loneliness hidden in Mo Hua's eyes.

Mr. Zheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Among the lofty mountains, the caravan walked along the winding mountain road, step by step, towards Tongxian City.

Mo Hua raised his head, looked at the undulating Dahei Mountains in front of him, and the looming outline of Tongxian City hidden in the mountains and clouds in the distance, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, we're almost home..."

It had only been a few years since he left home.

A monk's life span is long. A few years is not a long time, but to Mo Hua, it seems like a long time has passed...

Now, he is finally home.

Mo Hua felt a little sour in his heart.

A few days later and after traveling dozens of miles, Mo Hua met an acquaintance.

They are the uncles of the monster hunter.

Wearing iron armor, holding simple knives in their hands, with serious expressions on their faces, they were on full alert, chasing the monsters, when they happened to come across the caravan where Mo Hua was.

They were on the way to hunt down the monsters, with iron armor and sharp blades, blood on their bodies, and murderous looks on their faces.

When the other monks in the caravan saw this, they were also on guard and looked nervous.

Mr. Zheng also felt a little cold in his heart.

It was their first time to do business in Tongxian City, and they were unfamiliar with the place. In a desolate place like Dahei Mountain, they could not help but feel uneasy when they encountered a demon hunter with blood on his knife and a solemn look on his face.

Afraid of any disagreement, these demon hunters will kill people and steal goods...

This kind of thing happened to them all the time when they traveled all over the country, and they often heard about it.

What's even more troublesome is that these demon hunters are obviously extremely powerful.

Although the caravan hired guards, these guards were only in the late stage of Qi refining and were not even at the ninth level.

It's okay to deal with ordinary robbers, but it obviously pales in comparison to the monster hunter in front of him who has profound cultivation, sophisticated spiritual weapons, rich fighting experience, and bloody hands.

Mr. Zheng was nervous in his heart, but he still tried his best to smile:

"Fellow Taoists, my surname is Zheng. I went to Tongxian City to do some small business. I hope you will be accommodating..."

He began to figure out in his heart how much toll he would have to pay so that he could cross the road safely and reduce losses while preserving his capital...

The demon hunters didn't speak.

They were hunting monster beasts, and speaking softly was the rule for hunting monsters.

Seeing that they were silent, the smile on Mr. Zheng's face became stiffer and stiffer.

At this moment, a demon hunter accidentally glanced and saw a child with picturesque features in a caravan, looking at him with a friendly face and a smile.

He was shocked, his eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief:

"Ink... ink painting?!!"

The demon hunters next to him glared at him.

"What are you doing? Are you surprised?"

"The sound is so loud, what should I do if it disturbs the wind-listening wolf?"

"You're an old demon hunter, why don't you know these rules?"

"No...it's ink painting!"

"What kind of ink painting? Ink painting can't..."

The demon hunter was stunned mid-sentence, "Mo Hua?!"

"You're stupid, Mo Hua isn't..."

Then, in a blink of an eye, he also saw innocent ink paintings with smiling faces in the caravan.

Mo Hua waved to them and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Sun, Uncle Zhou... I'm back!"

Everyone was suffocated, and then looked ecstatic.

"That's right!"

"It's really an ink painting!"

"Ink painting!!"

"Keep your voice down, don't scare that wolf away..."

"Who cares about that broken wolf? It does whatever it wants..."

Mo Hua is a bit dumbfounded.

"Mo Hua, wait a minute, we'll pack it up and send you back to Tongxian City..." the demon hunters said enthusiastically.

Mo Hua glanced at them and saw that their swords and armors were all stained with blood. Although their eyes were firm, their faces were frosty. It was obvious that they had been chasing the monsters for a long time and had experienced fights. It was probably about to end.

Mo Hua shook his head and said:

"Uncle, you go hunt monsters first. No need to bother, I will just go back with the caravan."

"Go back to our house and I'll buy you a drink!"

Mo Hua patted his chest and said.

All the demon hunters laughed, but they were not pretentious.

The ability to draw with ink really doesn't require them to give it away.

"Okay, let's kill this wolf and go back. There is also some fresh demon meat that we just killed. Let's bring it back for you to try."

The demon hunter smiled.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

Afterwards everyone separated.

Mo Hua waved his little arms and said goodbye to the monster hunter's uncles.

Mr. Zheng was in danger. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the ink painting with both gratitude and surprise in his eyes.

"Little brother, do you know these demon hunters...?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "They are all my uncles and uncles. They all took care of me before I went to Daheishan. I'm very familiar with them..."

Are you going to Daheishan?

Mr. Zheng looked at the ink drawings on his arms and legs and didn't know what to say.

However, it’s good to be familiar...

It's easy to get things done with acquaintances.

Mr. Zheng was happy in his heart.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to meet this little brother. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known any monks. In this wilderness, I encountered these demon hunters with their swords licking blood. It’s hard to say what would happen...

Mr. Zheng became more polite to Mo Hua.

But as he walked further, he realized something was wrong again.

The further you go, the closer you get to Tongxian City, and you encounter more monster hunters.

When these demon hunters saw Mo Hua, without exception, they were shocked at first, and then all looked surprised.

One moment he had a solemn look on his face, but in the next moment he was as happy as the Chinese New Year...

Mr. Zheng looked at the ink painting, opened his mouth, and said absentmindedly:

"These monster hunters... are you familiar with them?"

All the monster hunters in the mountain know you.

Mo Hua nodded.

But you are...too familiar...

Mr. Zheng was still a little unbelievable.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "I'm very popular!"

General Zheng was doubtful and silently speculated in his heart.

This young monk's identity may not be ordinary. He may be an elder of the demon hunting industry, or at least a child of a high-ranking person.

Or maybe he is the young master of a big family in Tongxian City?

Mr. Zheng guessed all the way.

As everyone continued walking forward, it was getting late. (audience)

The sun is approaching dusk, and the sunset is over the mountains.

Mr. Zheng flipped through the map, estimated the distance, and frowned, "It's a bit late. If we don't hurry up, I might have to spend the night in the mountains..."

It would be dangerous to spend the night in the mountains...

In the current Dahei Mountain, a newly built mountain road extends from the deep mountain, to the inner mountain, and then to the outer mountain, leading directly to the fairy city.

The monsters inside the mountain are ferocious.

The monsters in the mountains are even more bloodthirsty, and occasionally there will be second-grade monsters.

It's fine during the day, but once it comes to night, if you stay in the mountains and encounter monsters, the night is dark and the mountains are dangerous. I'm afraid everyone will be beaten by the monsters.

"Take a shortcut while it's still dark?"

At least we're out of the mountains.

Someone suggested.

Mr. Zheng thought for a moment and nodded, "We must get to Tongxian City as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams."

Mo Hua raised his head and looked around, and found that this place was located deep inside the Daheishan Mountains. The mountain roads had been rehabilitated, and the mountain topography had also changed a little, which was a bit unfamiliar to him.

Mountain changes...

It seems that when he disintegrated the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation, it was so powerful that he almost flattened most of the mountain, so the entire terrain changed.

Today, the mountain is still the same mountain, but the mountains and rivers are shaped differently, and the road is no longer the same.

For a while, I couldn't figure out the specific location of the ink painting.

A merchant accompanying him said:

"I've been to Tongxian City several times and I know a shortcut, but it's a little late. I'm afraid I might encounter monsters..."

Mr. Zheng thought for a moment and sighed: "That's better than spending the night in the mountains. You can lead the way. Everyone be careful."

"Okay, Mr. Zheng."

So the merchant led the way, and the caravan turned into the path.

The trail is an old mountain road.

There is a vague impression in the ink painting, which seems to be the road leading to Tongxian City from outside Dahei Mountain a long time ago.

Now that there are fewer people walking around, it is gradually becoming deserted.

There are indeed some twists and turns along the way.

Some rocks have collapsed due to the disintegration of a large formation a few years ago. People can cross, but it will take some trouble for vehicles and goods to cross.

There are also monsters.

But most of them are only in the middle and late stages of the first grade.

The guards in the caravan could handle it, so Mo Hua just reminded them in advance and he didn't take action.

Everyone worked together to kill a Kuimu wolf and a red-eyed sheep demon, and the road ahead became much smoother.

Just as he was about to leave the mountain, Mo Hua's consciousness moved, his brows furrowed, and he said:

"Stop."

Mr. Zheng was startled. The other monks in the caravan were a little confused.

It was getting late, and Tongxian City could be vaguely seen in the distance. Stopping at this time would be a waste of time.

But although Mo Hua's voice is tender, there is a faint but powerful aura that no one dares to ignore.

Especially along the way, all the demon hunters have a warm and kind attitude towards Mo Hua. This "popularity" cannot be underestimated.

"Little brother..." Mr. Zheng hesitated.

Mo Hua raised his finger and said "shush" to signal him to stop talking.

Mr. Zheng didn't know why.

Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness, peered for a moment, his face gradually became serious, and he murmured: "It's... a second-grade monster..."

When Mr. Zheng heard this, his legs went weak and he said in a trembling voice:

"Two...second grade?"

The other caravan monks also looked at each other in shock, and then they all discussed:

"impossible……"

"Second-grade monsters, with extremely strong vitality, can be seen from a distance..."

"We found nothing..."

…

Before they finished speaking, they heard a suppressed and terrifying growl coming from the gloomy forest on the right.

This low roar contains evil energy and blood energy that makes people tremble.

Everyone's faces instantly turned pale.

It's a second-grade monster!

A monster stronger than Foundation Establishment!

A monster of this strength is enough to eat them all!

And with the speed of the second-grade monsters, they couldn't escape even if they ran!

Everyone drew their swords one after another, but the hand holding the handle of the sword couldn't help but tremble, and their faces were filled with despair.

At this moment, Mo Hua reminded:

"do not move!"

Mr. Zheng also came to his senses, and immediately lowered his voice and said: "Put the knife away, don't show murderous intent, and don't look into the monster's eyes."

At this point, he could only pray that the beast was full and looked down on them.

As long as they don't offend this monster, there may still be a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, today might be the memorial day for all of them.

While everyone was on tenterhooks, the dark shadows of the trees swayed.

From the mountain forest, a demonic beast as tall as a person slowly walked out. It had dark brown pupils, mixed black and white lines on its body, and a "king" character on its head, which looked majestic.

"Second-grade tiger demon..."

Mr. Zheng felt bitter in his heart.

It’s over…

It happens to be a powerful, bloodthirsty and ferocious tiger monster among the monsters...

The tiger demon's appetite is very big.

Everyone's faces were as white as paper.

Mo Hua was startled.

Big tiger?

Why does it look so familiar...

Mo Hua looked at it intently for a few times, then suddenly realized something.

This is... the big tiger raised by the second master to suck blood in the Black Village?

In other words, the kitten demon that I had fed to Xiaoyugan?

It's an acquaintance!

No, it’s a familiar “demon”!

The big tiger's gaze wandered among the crowd, and then it fixed on Mo Hua. He was stunned for a moment, then confused, and then seemed to recognize Mo Hua. His big eyes blinked, and the fierceness in his eyes disappeared.

It didn't seem to be looking for food, but it just felt a familiar scent, so it came to take a look.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he said quickly:

"Mr. Zheng, give me those monster meats."

Mr. Zheng was stunned, "Demon meat?"

"The two I killed before..."

Two monsters were killed on the road, a Kuimu wolf and a red-eyed sheep monster. Some materials were peeled off and some meat was left behind.

"Oh, oh...good!"

Mr. Zheng nodded repeatedly.

Mo Hua took the demon meat and said, "You go ahead, I'll feed it."

Mr. Zheng's expression was dull, "Hey..."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "I am also familiar with this monster..."

Mr. Zheng opened his mouth wide, looked at the ink painting, and then looked at the terrifying second-grade tiger monster in front of him, feeling unbelievable in his heart:

You say you have good popularity, but your... shouldn't be considered 'popular'...

A second-grade tiger demon...

you……

Mr. Zheng's mood was complicated and it was difficult to express it in words for a while.

Mo Hua waved his little hand at him, "Let's go quickly, or it will get dark..."

Mr. Zheng was eager to leave early, but he glanced at the ink painting and hesitated: "Then little brother, you..."

"Don't worry," Mo Hua said.

This Daheishan is just like his yard.

At most, the yard has been renovated, and I couldn't tell the way for a while, so I was a little confused.

Mr. Zheng looked at the sky, gritted his teeth and said: "Little brother, you are a great kindness, I will definitely repay you!"

"Our group will settle down at Lanzhi Inn opposite Fushan Building..."

"If little brother comes to the city, you must go there to find me!"

Lanzhi Inn?

Newly opened?

Before Tongxian City, there seemed to be no such inn...

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I remember."

Mr. Zheng bowed to Mo Hua, and the other monks also showed gratitude. They clasped their fists at Mo Hua, and then walked cautiously towards Tongxian City.

The second-grade tiger demon actually ignored them and let them leave.

This is a second-grade monster...

Mr. Zheng was a little unbelievable.

He couldn't help but turn around, glanced at the ink painting, and said in shock:

"Who is this little monk..."

…

After the caravan left and there was no one around except Mo Hua, the big tiger no longer looked ferocious, but ran around Mo Hua twice and gave him a "oow".

Mo Hua couldn't understand it, but he could roughly understand its meaning.

It seems to say, "Follow me..."

Mo Hua has now established a foundation, his spiritual consciousness has changed qualitatively, and he is more sensitive to murderous intent. He did not sense murderous intent from the big tiger, so he thought there was no danger, so he used his body skills to follow behind the big tiger, in the gloomy Walking in the mountains and forests.

The big tiger walked a few steps and looked back at Mo Hua. Seeing Mo Hua following him, he continued walking forward.

In this way, the ink painting was brought to a cave.

The cave is empty and a little damp. It doesn't look like it lives there for a long time, but more like it lives temporarily.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

A big tiger also engages in "three burrows of a cunning rabbit".

It won't really become a spirit...

The big tiger glanced at Mo Hua and signaled Mo Hua to wait here. He got into the depths of the cave without knowing what he was doing. After a while, he came back again with a dozen storage bags in his mouth.

These storage bags, some old and new, come in different shapes, and some are even very delicate.

I don’t know if it picked it up or if it was taken from someone.

It placed the storage bag in front of the ink painting.

Mo Hua was stunned for a long time, and then he slowly understood.

This big tiger...is repaying a favor?

I have saved it twice, so it will keep it in mind, hoard these storage bags, and give them to me as gifts when it meets me again?

For a moment, I was a little moved by the ink painting.

He stared at the storage bags a few more times. Most of them were not ordinary storage bags, and their shapes were different from those of the demon hunters. Mo Hua felt relieved.

Mo Hua took out Kuimulang's demon meat and threw it to the big tiger.

The big tiger sniffed it and thought it was still fresh, so he sat down, covered the meat with his paws, and started eating with a "snort".

Mo Hua stared at the big tiger for a long time and found it very novel.

Xuanbai pattern, with the word "王" on the head.

He asked his father Mo Shan, Elder Yu, and other old demon hunters, but he had never heard of a tiger monster with such an appearance.

Mo Hua also asked Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he obviously knew something, but he didn't say it explicitly. He only said something like "It's a bit rare, but it's really not common...".

Mo Hua still doesn't know what kind of monster this is.

Moreover, it really doesn’t seem to eat humans…

And very smart...

Mo Hua stared at the big tiger for a long time and shook his head, having no idea.

He looked out at the sky again and said to the big tiger:

"I'm leaving. I'll come see you again in a few days and treat you to some dried fish..."

The big tiger clearly showed an expression of disgust, as if he felt that his majesty as a second-grade big tiger was being despised by Mo Hua.

But it didn't refuse either.

Mo Hua put away the storage bag and carried it on his body.

After all, it was Big Tiger's kindness, but he was disrespectful.

Moreover, Mo Hua is also very curious about what is in these storage bags and who belongs to them.

After that, Mo Hua waved and said goodbye to the big tiger, and then set off alone, walking along the mountain road in the direction of Tongxian City.

After leaving the mountains and reaching the inner mountains, ink painting becomes much more familiar.

Some past memories also surfaced.

Ling Mine, the Qian Family, the Great Demon... and what happened when I followed my father, running around the mountains little by little, getting familiar with the Daheishan Mountains, drawing maps, and setting up formations...

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

These things feel like they happened a long time ago, and they seem like just yesterday.

The sky was completely dark, and Mo Hua quickened his pace. Relying on his mastery of passing water steps, he only took shortcuts and soon passed through the inner mountains and reached the outer mountains.

Along the way, monsters, miasma, poisonous swamps, and ink paintings were all avoided.

Afterwards we trekked for several more hours.

By the time we arrived at Tongxian City, the night was already very dark.

There are stars in the sky, and Tongxian City is dimly lit.

Mo Hua slowed down and walked. Suddenly, he was startled and found a familiar figure standing in front of the city gate.

Gentle and feminine.

It seems that ever since she got the news from the demon hunter, she has been standing in front of the city gate waiting, looking eagerly at the mountain road in the distance, expecting that little figure that she has been thinking about day and night to appear on the mountain road.

Even if the sun sets and the night falls on her body, she is still waiting silently.

Waiting for your children to come home.

Mo Hua saw her, but she didn't see Mo Hua. She was still full of expectation and a little anxious, looking into the distance with worry about gain and loss.

Mo Hua's heart trembled and his eyes were a little hazy.

Like the wind, he ran towards the city gate.

"mother!"

When Liu Ruhua heard this voice, she trembled, turned her head, and stared blankly at Mo Hua running towards her, feeling that she was in a dream for a moment.

When Mo Hua ran up to her, she saw that little face that, although a little unfamiliar, was haunting her, with a smile on her face, but she couldn't help but shed tears.

Liu Ruhua hugged Mo Hua tightly in his arms, as if he was holding the most cherished treasure in the world.

"Peace, I'm back..."

Liu Ruhua's voice had a slight tremor, but it was very soft, like a warm wind.

"Um."

Mo Hua's eyes were wet, he snuggled into his mother's arms and nodded.

"Mom, I'm home."

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