Asking about longevity

"Dare to steal my pig?" Mo Hua's voice was crisp, with a hint of contempt. Senior Brother Duan Jinmen knelt in front of him, feeling humiliated. He had been blown up by the formation, chopped by swords and axes, and poisoned. Now his body was covered with wounds. But after all, he was in the late stage of foundation building, and his foundation was not weak. Although the injury was serious, it was not fatal. Moreover, his bones were still hard, and he cursed: "A bunch of little beasts!" Cheng Mo heard this and slapped him. Senior Brother Duan Jinmen had blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were resentful, and his mouth was still hard. He gritted his teeth and said: "Today, the tiger has fallen into the hands of you little bastards. I admit it! But I will definitely get this account back, you wait." Mo Hua raised his eyebrows. Bones so hard? He wondered: "Aren't you afraid that we will kill you?" Senior Brother Duan Jinmen sneered, "You dare not kill me." Mo Hua was slightly stunned, and figured it out in his heart. Indeed... I really can't kill him. If he was a sinner, an evil cultivator, or a demon cultivator, it would be fine, but this man was from Duanjinmen, a disciple of one of the twelve sects in Qianxuezhou. He had not committed any serious offenses that were expressly prohibited by the Dao Law. If he was really killed, Duanjinmen would definitely come to punish him.

The Daoting Division would not sit idly by.

What's more, this was still in the Demon Refining Mountain.

Although there were many demon beasts and the environment in the Demon Refining Mountain was dangerous, it was not a lawless place.

Mo Hua pondered silently.

Seeing this, Brother Duanjinmen was more certain that Mo Hua would not dare to kill him, and his expression became more fearless.

"Little ghost, I advise you not to offend Duanjinmen. You don't know how powerful Duanjinmen is!"

Mo Hua curled his lips with disdain.

What's the matter with the man kneeling on the ground?

"If Duanjinmen was really powerful, you wouldn't be kneeling in front of me now."

Brother Duanjinmen's chest was blocked, his face twitched, and then he still had a defiant look on his face and sneered gloomily.

Cheng Mo couldn't stand his arrogant look, so he said:

"Junior Brother, you really don't want to kill him?"

Mo Hua asked: "Do you want to kill him?"

Cheng Mo shook his head.

He just asked.

Although he was reckless, he was not stupid.

If he really killed him, he would get into big trouble, and it would be difficult to explain to Duan Jinmen, Taixumen, Daotingsi, and even their Cheng family.

Just teach him a lesson.

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Strip him naked, hang him on a tree, and then draw a turtle bastard on his body."

Junior Brother Duan Jinmen was stunned, and then his expression changed drastically.

Such humiliation is more excessive than killing him!

"Little bastard, do you dare?!" Senior Brother Duan Jinmen said angrily.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and decided to tell him with action whether he dared or not.

"Tie him up, hang him up, and draw a turtle on him."

"Okay!"

Cheng Mo was not polite either, and immediately took action, stripped Brother Duan Jinmen of his Taoist robe, tied him up with a spirit-binding rope, and prepared to hang him on a tree.

Brother Duan Jinmen was furious, but he was powerless to resist, so he could only let the tall Cheng Mo do whatever he wanted, ashamed and angry, and said resentfully:

"I won't let you go!"

"I will make you pay back a hundred times for this humiliation!"

Mo Hua said kindly: "Then you should be careful next time. If you are so useless again and fall into our hands, I will make you kneel a hundred times, and then draw a hundred turtles on you."

Brother Duan Jinmen's eyes were red, "You are despicable and shameless, and you attacked me secretly, otherwise I would never..."

Mo Hua was speechless, "You think this is a game, and you are still 'despicable'? You are so old, but so childish, and you have cultivated the Taoism to a dog..."

"You eat, but you only grow "He's a big guy, don't you have a brain?"

"Besides, when it comes to meanness, we are not as good as you Duanjinmen..."

"Relying on the power of numbers, shamelessly robbed the monsters of the lower-level disciples."

"You robbed it, but you were robbed back. It's fine if you were robbed back, but you couldn't beat him, and now you're being beaten to your knees..."

"Kneeling is nothing, but you were stripped naked, hung on a tree, and a turtle was painted on your body..."

Mo Hua sighed, "I admit that I overestimated your disciples of Duanjinmen."

"I prepared so many methods, but you are not even as good as the pig I killed before..."

Brother Duanjinmen was immediately furious and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Hao Xuan reminded: "Don't say it anymore, little brother, he will be angry to death if you say a few words to him, and he didn't kill him with swords, guns, axes and clubs.

If Daotingsi investigates, we can't explain it clearly.

"Oh." Mo Hua stopped talking after looking at Senior Brother Duan Jinmen, who was hanging on the tree, with a pale face, chest tightness and shortness of breath, and could only breathe in but not out. But Mo Hua still kept his promise and drew a turtle on his chest with a brush dipped in spiritual ink. The turtle was very realistic. Mo Hua was very satisfied. Senior Brother Duan Jinmen rolled his eyes and fainted. "Is he dead?" Situ Jian asked. Mo Hua felt his breath and said, "Fortunately, he is not dead." "It's good that he is not dead." "Pack up and leave." "Okay!" Then several people began to search the storage bag like a whirlwind, but halfway through the search, they suddenly realized a problem: "Should the storage bag not be taken?" "It seems to be..."

Situ Jian pondered and said, "If we beat up the disciples of Duanjinmen, they are stingy. Although there will be resentment, it's nothing."

"But if we take their storage bags, it will be robbery of monks, which is not good to say."

"Besides, if they have Duanjinmen's inheritance hidden in their storage bags, such as Duanjin Sword Controlling Technique, we will definitely be blamed by Duanjinmen if we take their storage bags..."

"If Duanjinmen is shameless and insists that we stole their sect's sword technique, it will be difficult to deal with..."

Several people discussed.

"That's right!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly with a guilty conscience.

Because he did steal the sect's sword technique.

The jade slip of Duanjin Sword Controlling Technique is now lying in his ring...

We can't let the "stingy sect" know.

Mo Hua said, "We are all decent people. We don't do robbery. We just need to take back what we should take."

"If no one offends me, I won't offend anyone."

"If someone offends me, I will be stripped and hanged on a tree!"

Cheng Mo and the others nodded, "Young Senior Brother is right!"

After that, the few people took all the materials of the pig-headed monster into their pockets, but the storage bags of the disciples of Duanjinmen were returned to their original owners.

After packing up, Mo Hua and the others left the Demon Refining Mountain before it was dark.

As for whether the disciples of Duanjinmen would be eaten by monsters in the future, Mo Hua didn't care about it.

Anyway, he didn't kill the people, and being eaten by monsters was what they deserved.

But Mo Hua was kind-hearted after all. Before leaving, he fed each of them a healing pill to prevent them from really dying.

After Mo Hua left, after a while, the medicine took effect, and the injuries of the disciples of Duanjinmen improved, and they gradually woke up.

Then they saw that their "wise and mighty" senior brother, whom they always admired, was stripped naked and hung on a tree, with a turtle painted on his chest, looking like a clown.

All the disciples were stunned.

"Senior brother, you..."

Senior brother Duan Jinmen also woke up and said angrily: "Why don't you put me down quickly?!"

All the disciples immediately put the senior brother down in a panic.

"Senior brother, who did it?"

"Senior brother, my head was stuffy, my eyes were black, and I fainted. I didn't see anything..."

"I just felt that there were many shadows. Were they besieged by many people?"

Someone said solemnly: "Even Senior Brother Jin is not his opponent. After such humiliation, there must be more than one cultivator in the late stage of foundation building on the opposite side..."

"Senior Brother Jin..."

"Shut up!"

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen, surnamed Jin, said angrily.

The words of these disciples stabbed him in the chest one by one.

He felt humiliated and angry, and his chest was stuffy. He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

It was late at night, the forest was bleak, and there were occasional monsters roaring.

The atmosphere in the mountains was getting more and more dangerous.

"Let's go back first, we must get back this account!"

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen's eyes were full of malice.

The other disciples didn't dare to speak, and they supported each other and walked down the mountain.

After they all left, Xun Ziyou slowly walked out of the shadows on the dark hillside and sighed slowly.

It wasn't his turn to take action.

A senior brother of Duan Jinmen in the late stage of foundation building, with seven disciples in the middle stage of foundation building, was just beaten up like this.

Although the means were a bit bad, they were still measured and didn't really kill.

But where did this kid learn these means?

He looks innocent and well-behaved, but when he does things, he is so mean and mean, full of bad intentions...

Xun Ziyou shook his head, and then thought:

"But it's better this way. He is not the kind of person who allows others to bully him. If he is really bullied, he can get back on his own without the help of the elders of the sect..."

This is precious.

He is square inside and round outside, has principles, and "uses whatever means necessary"; he follows the rules, but does not tie his hands and feet...

Xun Ziyou suddenly felt sad and absent-minded.

"Senior Brother Xuan was extremely talented and upright in his past, but perhaps it was because he was too upright that he was too upright and easily broken..."

"If he was not so upright, maybe it would be better..."

...

Mo Hua and his group returned to the sect.

The next day, Mo Hua practiced and attended classes as usual, just like nothing had happened.

Xun Ziyou secretly glanced at Mo Hua and saw that he looked normal, as if nothing had happened last night...

He had never killed a pig demon in the middle stage of the second rank.

He had not been robbed by Duan Jinmen.

He had not robbed Duan Jinmen in turn, severely injured their senior brother in the late stage of foundation building, stripped him of his clothes, hung him on a tree, and drew a turtle...

Xun Ziyou was a little helpless.

This kid is too bold.

I'm afraid he really killed those disciples of Duan Jinmen last night, but he can come to class today without changing his face.

With such a determination, he must be a person who does great things.

I just don't know whether the great things he did between good and evil are good things or evil things.

Xun Ziyou shook his head.

He turned and left, and went straight to the elders' residence to visit Mr. Xun.

He had to report these things.

But when he arrived at the elders' residence, Xun Ziyou unexpectedly found that Mr. Xun was stunned in the same place, holding a jade slip in his hand.

As if he had discovered something surprising, Mr. Xun's expression was trembling, and his hands were shaking. Xun Ziyou rarely saw the old man with this expression.

The ancestor had a long life and a stern temperament. His mood was not always expressed on his face. It was rare that he looked shocked like this.

Something must have happened...

Xun Ziyou did not dare to go in, fearing that he would offend the ancestor, and stood outside the door like a wooden stake.

Inside the house, Mr. Xun held the jade slip, his heart was in turmoil.

The disciple sent to investigate Mo Hua's experience came back today and just presented the jade slip.

Every word in the jade slip was shocking:

Tongxian City, Mo Hua.

It is said that when he was refining Qi, he built a first-grade five-element demon-slaying formation to kill the great demon Feng Xi and save the monks in a city.

After that, the formation collapsed and he died with the great demon Feng Xi.

According to rumors, when the formation collapsed, the nine heavens changed, and the heavenly thunder descended on him, circling over his head three times and returning without hurting him at all...

...

There is a master, whose origin is unknown.

He once traveled abroad and built a foundation when he returned.

Now he went to Qianzhou to study alone.

All his achievements were engraved on the demon-suppressing monument, and all the cultivators within a hundred miles praised his name...

Old Mr. Xun took a deep breath.

In the Qi Refining Realm, he set up a large formation, killed big demons, and avoided the thunder!

These things were like fairy tales, and sounded like fairy anecdotes and cultivator legends made up by storytellers. They were not credible at all.

They had no idea what level of formation the large formation was.

They didn't know what it meant for the master of the Qi Refining Realm to build a large formation.

And there was a big demon...

That was born from the evil transformation of the Great Dao, and it was the only one in the state, which could be called a terrifying evil.

It was even more absurd that the thunder did not hurt him.

The origin of the thunder was derived from the Heavenly Dao, and it contained the power of the law that wiped out everything.

Within the law, gods and ghosts could be killed, and evil demons could also be killed, not to mention a mere small cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm.

These words seemed very absurd in the eyes of the great cultivators who had real experience in cultivation and understood the profoundness of the Dao.

However, the protagonist of these things...

is Mo Hua.

Mr. Xun's heart trembled.

Mo Hua, this child, has a super-level spiritual consciousness, he knows.

With a super-level spiritual consciousness, theoretically, it is possible for him to reach the Qi Refining Realm, relying on his powerful spiritual consciousness to learn and build a large formation...

If he can build a large formation, he can fight against the big monster.

It is also possible that the formation collapses and he and the big monster perish together.

And the heavenly tribulation thunder wipes out everything within the rules.

But the super-level spiritual consciousness means outside the rules.

So...

It is not impossible that the thunder descends on him without any injury.

So thinking about it this way, these absurd rumors...are actually reasonable?

Mr. Xun's pupils trembled slightly.

He suddenly realized that he had deduced a kind of "fact" from his lifelong cultivation cognition, which was obviously inconsistent with his cultivation cognition, but seemed reasonable?

For a moment, Mr. Xun was a little bit unbelievable.

He read the jade slip again, word by word.

Every time he read a word, his eyelids twitched.

Then, he noticed a line of words:

"There is a master, whose origin is unknown..."

What kind of "master" can teach such a disciple?

Mr. Xun suddenly had a guess that made his scalp tingle:

This "master" with unknown origin, unknown identity, and mysterious, could it be...

A figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

He was dressed in white, with a handsome face. Between his eyebrows, there was a three-point free and easy, three-point arrogance, three-point unruly, and a natural, Taoist aura.

A name that was deeply engraved in his mind, but almost never mentioned to anyone, appeared again:

Zhuang Daoling!

Mr. Xun took a breath of cold air, and his heart trembled slightly.

Mo Hua...

Is it that person's disciple? !

Mr. Xun felt cold sweat on his back.

It's not that he had never guessed this before.

Not long after Mo Hua entered the door, he had a vague feeling.

Although the two people's appearances are obviously different, and their temperaments are also very different, one is unruly and extraordinary, and the other is pretty and cute, which is obviously different.

But that kind of transparent comprehension, understanding of the essence of the formation, and affinity with the Tao are almost the same.

A casual cultivator in a small fairy city, if no one guides him, will never have this natural temperament of harmony between man and nature.

But... how is this possible?

Mr. Xun frowned.

That person's vision is surprisingly high, and all his disciples are extremely talented. How could he accept such a small cultivator with middle and lower spiritual roots as a disciple?

Moreover, after this period of contact, Mr. Xun can be sure that this child does not know the fairy heaven formation flow.

This is unreasonable...

The understanding of the formation and the comprehension of "Tao", this child has learned very well.

These are definitely not ordinary instructions.

Being able to spend time teaching these things proves that the person wants to teach this child all his skills.

But why, the most important fairy heaven formation flow, but not teach it at all?

If you don't learn the Xiantian Formation, you won't enter the Xiantian Formation Dao.

How can you be considered to have obtained the true Xiantian inheritance?

Is it too late...

Mr. Xun frowned his pale brows, and then sighed deeply.

In any case, if Mo Hua is really that person's disciple, this is really a huge cause and effect...

Mr. Xun was in a heavy mood for a while, and even had a little palpitation.

Until he came to his senses, he was slightly startled and found a "wooden stake" sticking at the door.

"Come in."

Mr. Xun calmed down and said calmly.

Xun Ziyou outside the door saw that the old ancestor had calmed down and there was no more oppressive atmosphere around him. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward respectfully, and walked into the house.

The Taoist boy came up to serve tea.

Xun Ziyou drank a sip of tea a little stiffly, and then spoke in a low voice: "Old ancestor, you..."

He wanted to ask if something had happened to cause the old ancestor's mood to change so drastically...

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them tactfully.

Trouble comes from the mouth, the less you say, the less mistakes you make.

Mr. Xun was a little unhappy, "If you have something to say, just say it. You are all elders, and you are still nagging..."

Xun Ziyou felt bitter, so he whispered: "It's about Mo Hua..."

Who knew that when these two words came out, Mr. Xun's expression suddenly changed, and the powerful aura of the Cave Void Realm was revealed around him.

Xun Ziyou's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said:

"Grandfather..."

Mr. Xun was slightly startled, then he restrained his breath and asked calmly:

"What happened to Mo Hua?"

Xun Ziyou sighed: "Nothing, just the matter you asked me to look after him. This child's methods are a little... unusual?"

Mr. Xun frowned slightly.

Xun Ziyou then told everything he saw in the Demon Refining Mountain.

"The formation is very well drawn, and he has prestige among his fellow disciples..."

"Last night, he brought four fellow disciples to kill a second-grade intermediate pig demon. The formation he used seemed to be a special formation of "enhancing spiritual power". I have never seen it..."

"Later, he had a conflict with the disciples of Duan Jinmen."

"Duan Jinmen, a group of eight people, and one of them was in the late stage of foundation building, but they were not opponents at all."

"And his method of setting up the formation is also a bit incredible. It seems that he uses thoughts as a pen and the ground as a medium..."

Mr. Xun was stunned.

The formation that increases spiritual power, the method of drawing the ground as a formation...

These incredible methods are very similar to that person's handwriting.

With all these, Mr. Xun can now almost be sure that Mo Hua must be a disciple of Zhuang Daoling!

Mr. Xun was a little stunned for a moment, still in disbelief, and at the same time deeply puzzled.

Why did that person's disciple fall into my Taixu Sect?

Why not Qiandao Sect?

Xun Ziyou didn't know what Mr. Xun was thinking, and asked his own doubts:

"I have never seen these formations and the means of setting up the formations. Could it be that... you, the ancestor, taught him?"

Mr. Xun frowned and was about to deny it, but suddenly his mind changed.

Mr. Xun's eyes moved slightly, glanced at Xun Ziyou, and said meaningfully:

"Don't mention this matter to anyone."

He didn't say yes or no.

But Xun Ziyou understood and thought he understood.

These formations and means were indeed taught privately by the ancestor.

This kind of thing really can't be known to others, so as not to make people think that the ancestor is partial.

Although everyone knows that the ancestor is partial.

Xun Ziyou nodded and said, "Ancestor, don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut!"

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

"It's just..." Xun Ziyou was still a little confused, "Ancestor, do you know how to do these things yourself?"

He had never seen the Ancestor use the spiritual power amplification array or the spiritual consciousness array method.

If the Ancestor doesn't know, how can he teach?

Mr. Xun looked at Xun Ziyou silently.

Xun Ziyou's heart tightened, and he immediately smiled and said, "Ancestor is knowledgeable and proficient in everything. It's my short-sightedness..."

Mr. Xun had no expression on his face when he heard this.

Xun Ziyou was looked at by Mr. Xun, and he felt like sitting on pins and needles for a while.

After an unknown period of time, Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Go and do your own thing."

Xun Ziyou was as if he had been pardoned, and immediately said:

"Then I won't bother the Ancestor, I'll take my leave."

After that, Xun Ziyou didn't want to stay for a moment, and immediately got up and left.

In the elders' residence, only Mr. Xun was sitting alone.

Mr. Xun was still thinking, his expression changed several times.

If that person was really involved, then the secrets here would be unfathomable.

The water is too deep, and the cause and effect involved are too big...

Mr. Xun frowned, and then was startled, his eyes gradually became deep.

Or, there is another possibility:

It is this "chance" that is too terrifying...