Asking about longevity

"Injure their muscles and bones...beat them up?" Cheng Mo asked.

Mo Hua nodded.

Cheng Mo was delighted, then frowned, "But, the disciples of Duanjinmen are very despicable, hiding their heads and showing their tails, it is difficult to find their traces..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said, "you call some people, this time during the ten-day break, I will go into the mountain with you."

His fellow disciples were bullied, and he, as a "little senior brother", must get back at them!

"Okay!" Cheng Mo nodded.

A few days later, when the ten-day break came, Cheng Mo recruited twenty people according to Mo Hua's instructions.

These twenty people were usually called "little senior brother" more frequently, played better with Cheng Mo, and had been on missions together, offered rewards, and shared merits.

The twenty people came in front of Mo Hua, saluted one after another, and shouted:

"little senior brother!"

Mo Hua nodded, and said with a solemn expression: "This time we go to the Demon Refining Mountain, we won't do anything else, just Duanjinmen!"

All the disciples were happy.

In the past few days, they have been repeatedly harassed by the Duanjinmen in the Demon Refining Mountain. Not only were they injured, but they were also angry. They wasted a lot of time and did not earn much merit. They were already full of anger.

It’s just that the Duanjinmen are shameless. They run away when they can’t win, and they find opportunities to harass them after running away. It’s really annoying.

Mo Hua spread a map on the table.

“The method is also simple.”

“We will form a group of twenty people, wear armor that can defeat gold, carry spiritual tools that can defeat gold, and go directly into the mountain to scan the map!”

“As long as they are disciples of the Duanjinmen who have ill intentions, we will beat them when we see them, strip their Taoist robes, draw turtles on them, and hang them on trees.”

“I want to see how shameless they can be…”

After the order was given, everyone set off.

Including Mo Hua, Cheng Mo and others, there were a total of 25 people. In order not to attract attention, they entered the Demon Refining Mountain in batches, and finally met at the foot of a hillside in the Demon Refining Mountain.

After meeting, they officially started to “scan the map”.

The disciples of the Duanjinmen are indeed not stupid, and they hide very well.

On the surface, the mountains are deep and the forests are dense, and there are indeed no suspicious traces.

Mo Hua walked in front, using the seventeen-pattern transformation consciousness, with the blessing of some derivative calculations, to scan the surrounding mountains, rivers and forests.

In a piece of white, the mountains, rocks, grass, monster birds, snakes and insects, stripped of their appearances, and presented one by one with the posture of spiritual power or demonic power.

In a trance, there is a feeling of peeping at the "true appearance" of all things.

And under his spiritual consciousness, whether it is using hidden spiritual tools, hiding their bodies with rocks, or hiding their breath with grass and trees, none of the disciples of Duanjinmen can escape.

Mo Hua sensed for a moment and pointed with his hand.

"There are five squatting in the bushes over there..."

"There are seven riding on the tree over there."

"There are five hiding behind the big rock."

"There are also in the water..."

"There are a few people, using the earth escape technique, shrinking in the ground..."

...

Mo Hua walked and called out names.

Duanjinmen has many talents and various means in doing such insidious things.

However, in front of Mo Hua, their "sinister" behavior was not worth mentioning.

In this way, these disciples of Duanjinmen who were hiding secretly in the mountains and had ill intentions were pointed out by Mo Hua one by one.

Cheng Mo immediately led people to rush up, and then a commotion broke out, swords hummed, and spiritual energy overflowed. Someone shouted:

"Who?!"

"The little bastards of Taixumen!"

"Damn, how did they find us?"

"I'll drag it, you run..."

"Okay..."

"Fuck you, we agreed to drag it, why did you run away by yourself?!"

"Idiot!"

"Suppress it with magic..."

"Their armor is strange, my golden blade can't beat it..."

"Waste!"

...

With more people fighting fewer people, and with the gold armor, the battle was almost without suspense.

In this way, in the clamor, the disciples of Duanjinmen were taken down one by one.

Mo Hua kept his promise, stripped their Taoist robes, painted turtles, and hung them on the tree, making them suffer humiliation.

This is the price of being a slut.

After tidying up a group, Mo Hua waved his hand.

"Continue..."

So more than 20 people continued to move forward.

It was still Mo Hua who investigated and called the roll. Cheng Mo and others took action and took down the disciples of Duanjinmen and hung them on the tree.

Under the leadership of Mo Hua, the group followed the established route, searched the mountain and scanned the map, and tidy up all the disciples of Duanjinmen they met.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened that everyone left the Demon Refining Mountain.

Mo Hua thought about it, and took everyone to hunt a few monsters, peeled the materials, sold them at the mountain gate, and distributed the merits to everyone.

There were few monsters and many people, so each person got more than 100 merits, which was just enough to make up for the ticket money, so as not to lose merits.

You can not make money, but you must not lose!

This is the bottom line of Mo Hua's actions.

After that, everyone was relieved and went back to the sect to drink happily.

...

After dark, inside Duanjinmen.

A disciple reported back to a tall and thin Senior Brother Duan Jinmen about the matter of the Demon Refining Mountain.

This Senior Brother still had some injuries on his body, and there were marks of being hit by an axe on his shoulder.

His movements were a little slow, as if he had been poisoned and the poison had not yet been cleared.

He was concentrating on flipping through a monster hunting atlas.

"Senior Brother Jin, it's not good..."

The disciple said in a panic.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen frowned and looked unhappy, "What happened?"

"We..." The disciple took a breath and whispered, "We were ambushed by the Taixu Sect..."

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen frowned, "Then what?"

"The other side relied on their numbers and acted despicably. I don't know what means they used to pull out all our disciples hiding in the mountains one by one..."

The junior brother emphasized again, "They have many people and act despicably. We are no match for them. We were beaten by them, and then..."

The disciple paused.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen frowned, "Then what?"

The disciple secretly glanced at Senior Brother Duan Jinmen and whispered, "Then it was the same as you, Senior Brother..."

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen was slightly stunned, "What do you mean the same as me?"

"I was stripped of my clothes, painted with turtles, and hung on a tree..."

These words, like a sharp sword, pierced my heart.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen's blood immediately surged, and he slapped the table in front of him to pieces, and then he trembled with anger.

A great shame!

This is the greatest humiliation he has encountered in his life so far!

What made it even harder for him to accept was that the people who had humiliated him were just a few disciples in the middle stage of foundation building who were less experienced than him.

Every time he thought of this, he gritted his teeth and was furious.

The disciple trembled at the sight.

After a long time, Brother Duan Jinmen, who had his sword skills broken, his Taoist robes stripped, branches hung on him, and turtles painted on him by Mo Hua, suppressed his anger and said with a frosty face:

"Who led the Taixu Sect?"

The disciple said: "I don't know much about this, but I only know that the one who rushed to the front was a tall Taixu Sect disciple holding a big axe."

Big axe!

As expected!

A cold light flashed in Brother Duan Jinmen's eyes.

"Brother Jin, what should we do next..." the disciple asked cautiously.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen pondered for a moment and sneered:

"If they want to fight, we will fight them!"

The disciple looked happy, "Senior Brother, do you want to fight?"

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen's face darkened.

I fight?

It was because he fought that he ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen was narrow-minded and looked at the disciple with a slightly cold look. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After a moment, he said:

"Not yet, I and other Duanjinmen brothers can't take action for the time being."

"Before, it was because those little bastards stole my Duanjinmen's monsters, so I had to deal with them."

"Now it's a conflict between your fellow disciples. If we brothers come forward again, we will inevitably be accused of bullying the weak."

"Although there are reasons for it, it will inevitably give people a reason to criticize us if it gets out."

"We Duanjinmen are upright and upright, and we are not afraid of these criticisms, but we can't give others a handle."

"So, this matter still needs to be solved by your fellow brothers of this class, and you have to fight this battle by yourselves."

"But..." The disciple was a little nervous, "I'm afraid we are not the opponent of Taixumen..."

Brother Duanjinmen's expression turned cold, "You are my disciples of Duanjinmen, why don't you have any ambition to help others and destroy your own prestige?"

Brother Duanjinmen sneered "Although my Duanjin Sect is only ranked in the twelfth rank, that is because the previous sect discussion was biased and underestimated my Duanjin Sect."

"Today, my Duanjin Sect has been growing stronger and stronger, and it is no longer what it used to be."

"And the Taixu Sect has been getting worse and worse, and has long been the last of the eight sects, with only a false name."

"Brother, you are right!"

The disciple said hurriedly, but his expression was still a little unconfident, "Brother, you don't know, they Taixu Sect, everyone has a piece of armor that can overcome gold..."

"And my Duanjin Sect, most of the disciples are based on gold spiritual roots, and practice gold-based Taoism."

"The power of magic is greatly reduced when it hits the armor that can overcome gold."

"The physical cultivation is slightly better, but it is not superior..."

"In a head-on fight, my Duanjin Sect disciples are not afraid of the Taixu Sect, but they are too cunning, and rely on the power of spiritual weapons and armor. We are afraid that we will suffer..."

Brother Duanjin Sect frowned.

He also knew about this matter, and he had long felt that it was very strange.

Logically speaking, this kind of single five-element armor is difficult to mass-produce, and once it is mass-produced, it will inevitably lose money.

One or two pieces is nothing.

But it is very strange that everyone has one, with a unified style and a gold-suppressing formation.

This shows that someone or some force is targeting Duanjinmen and is willing to spend a lot of money to develop this kind of customized spiritual weapon that restrains gold spiritual power...

Brother Duanjinmen's expression gradually became solemn. After a moment, he said:

"I have my own way to deal with this matter. You go and gather the disciples and show Taixumen some color tomorrow."

"Yes, Brother."

The disciple took the order and left.

Brother Duanjinmen thought for a moment, then got up and left the disciple residence, walked through the magnificent steps, and went to the Duanjinmen, in front of another cave with beautiful scenery and luxurious decorations.

A beautiful female disciple opened the door and led him in, leading him to the living room.

In the living room, there was a handsome young man in gorgeous clothes.

The young man was sipping tea.

The beautiful female disciple approached and said something. The young man nodded, hooked the female disciple's chin with his hand, and said something ambiguous.

The female disciple left shyly.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen looked straight and did not dare to look away, but his peripheral vision could not help but wander over the graceful body of the female disciple as she left, and he was full of envy in his heart.

This is not the elder's cave, but the cave where the disciple lives.

He lives alone in the cave, accompanied by a woman.

These are not in compliance with the rules.

Not only in Duanjinmen, but in the entire Qianxuezhou, most of the sects are not in compliance with the sect rules.

But the rules are set for ordinary people.

Some people are destined to be above ordinary people, enjoying the wealth and privileges that ordinary cultivators can hardly touch in their lifetime.

Senior Brother Duanjinmen turned his eyes to the young man in gorgeous clothes in the middle.

Jin Yicai.

One of the most direct descendants of the Jin family of Duanjinmen.

His father's lineage has been at the top of Duanjinmen for generations; his mother's lineage is related to the seven pavilions of the Central Dao Court and is also quite prominent in Daozhou.

This exquisite cave was specially applied to the sect by his mother for her only precious son to live in.

In her words, Jin Yicai was born noble and had extraordinary blood. How could he live in the same disciple center with those ordinary disciples?

The beautiful female disciple just now was not a maid.

She was a female disciple from a noble family with real upper-grade spiritual roots in Duanjinmen.

In the eyes of others, she is a "proud daughter of heaven" with both talent and beauty, but in this cave, she is just a plaything to warm the bed.

Jin Yicai, with a good family background and good spiritual roots, has a separate cave in the sect.

In Duanjinmen, there are countless proud women from middle-class families who want to get close to him and enter his Jin family.

He doesn't even have to do anything, just open the door of the cave a crack.

Every night, all kinds of beautiful women go into the cave, climb onto his bed, and offer themselves.

Even if they are tired of playing and abandoned, these women are happy to do it.

The female disciples who lead the way are also replaced every few days.

These things obviously violate the rules of the sect.

The upper echelons of Duanjinmen also know about it, but most of them turn a blind eye.

Brother Duanjinmen felt a little jealous and resentful.

Before he was promoted by Jin Yicai and stepped into the door of this cave, he knew nothing about it.

Only when he saw it with his own eyes did he know that those "fairies" in the sect who were praised by others and seemed pure and dignified could be so lowly.

Those high-sounding sect rules are just a joke to some people.

Fame and fortune can make people's hearts so corrupt.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen felt sour and hateful.

What he hated was not the greed of human desires and the corruption of fame and fortune.

He only hated that these had nothing to do with him.

But now it's different, he has hooked up with Mr. Jin.

As long as he follows Mr. Jin and walks step by step, even if his family background is not good, he can eventually stand out and embark on a splendid road.

Indistinctly, he can already smell the fragrance of fame and fortune.

This fragrance is so tempting, just like the fragrance of powder on the graceful female disciple just now, it is heart-stirring.

At this moment, a voice with a hint of arrogance came from the room.

"Jin Gui, what's the matter?"

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen, who was called "Jin Gui", immediately gathered his thoughts and said respectfully:

"The Taixu Sect is still making trouble."

Jin Yicai, who was dressed in a golden silk brocade and looked lazy, frowned immediately after hearing this.

Jin Gui continued, "They have spiritual weapons that can 'kill gold'. Ordinary disciples may not be their opponents."

Jin Yicai sneered, "Spiritual weapons that can kill gold? You are so smart..."

He nodded slightly, "You tell me to let the direct descendants of the Jin family who have practiced the Broken Gold Sword Technique, have mastered the swordsmanship, and have forged the Broken Gold Sword, go and play with the Taixu Sect..."

Jin Yicai snorted coldly after he finished speaking, "Do you really think that my Broken Gold Sect is a mob?"

Jin Gui said, "Yes."

Jin Yicai pondered for a moment and raised his eyes slightly, "How is the matter of the monster?"

Jin Gui lowered his head slightly and reported, "I have followed the young master's instructions. According to the names in the atlas, 17 species have been captured alive. The remaining species are scarce and are still being found..."

Jin Yicai was a little unhappy.

Jin Gui observed the expression, his heart sank, and he immediately said:

"The Demon Refining Mountain is too big, the mountains are dangerous and the forests are deep, there are many monsters, it is not easy to find, and the disciples of Taixu Sect are in the way these days, so we can't move..."

"After dealing with the disciples of Taixu Sect, we will be able to find them all in less than half a month!"

Jin Yicai nodded, "Don't let me down."

Jin Gui said decisively: "Young Master, don't worry!"

Then the room became quiet.

Jin Yicai drank tea calmly.

Jin Gui stood respectfully, not daring to speak.

The room was elegant and luxurious, and the smoke from the incense burner was thick.

An atmosphere of comfort and wealth.

Jin Yicai drank a sip of tea, but he felt inexplicably irritated.

If it weren't for that incident, how could he be under house arrest by his father and not allowed to step out of the cave, even his mother's plea was useless.

Even such an important matter had to be entrusted to others.

Because of this, he was severely reprimanded by his father.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never been criticized so harshly.

Jin Yicai was furious, and with a "crack", he crushed the teacup in his hand.

Jin Gui was shocked.

In less than a moment, the beautiful female disciple came over, wiped the tea for Jin Yicai, changed the cup, and refilled a cup of tea, and then retreated with charming eyes and graceful posture.

Jin Gui lowered his head, but his peripheral vision could not help but take a few more glances.

These women are all top-notch in the sect, and he has never been able to touch them.

These subtle expressions of his were seen by Jin Yicai.

Jin Yicai smiled slightly and said lightly:

"Do you remember what I told you?"

Jin Gui said quickly, "I'll remember it."

"Yes." Jin Yicai used the tea lid to skim the tea foam in the cup, "This matter is of vital importance and cannot be missed. If you can do what I told you to do well..."

Jin Yicai took a sip of tea:

"I'll take you on board."

When Jin Gui heard this, he was shocked, and then he looked ecstatic. Regardless of his status, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed:

"Thank you, young master!"

"Thank you for your support!"

"Jin Gui will go through fire and water from now on, and follow your lead!"

Jin Gui swore an excited oath to show his loyalty.

Jin Yicai nodded approvingly, glanced at Jin Gui kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help thinking in his heart:

"He looks like a dog..."

...

The next day, Mo Hua led people into the Demon Refining Mountain again, intending to continue searching the mountain and sweeping the map.

But this time, he found something different.

The disciples of Duan Jinmen suddenly became stronger.

Although they wore the same golden robe, their eyebrows were more arrogant, their spiritual roots were better, their cultivation was deeper, their sword energy was sharper, and the golden spiritual swords they wore were obviously different.

And they all practiced advanced sword techniques.

When the two sides fought, the pressure on the Taixu Sect increased sharply.

Mo Hua had no choice but to fight himself.

Fortunately, although these Duanjin Sect disciples were strong, they were only in the middle stage of foundation building. With Mo Hua's current cultivation, he could only show his skills in a battle of cultivators of this scale with his powerful spiritual consciousness, almost instantaneous fireball spells, and various tricky and disgusting control spells.

Not to mention, he also had formations.

Therefore, although this battle was a bit difficult, Mo Hua and his team still won, but there were more injured.

Duanjin Sect lost, but the loss was not too great.

At least there were fewer disciples who were hung on the tree.

Both sides stopped fighting, exchanged harsh words, and then returned to their respective sects.

After returning to the sect, the Taixu Sect disciples were healing.

Mo Hua observed everyone's injuries and realized a problem:

The gold-killing armor seemed to be of little use...

The gold-killing armor had a gold-killing array drawn inside it. This array was specifically designed for the five-element gold magic, and the gold spiritual power resistance was extremely high.

But the new Gold-breaking Sect disciples seemed to be the core disciples of the Gold-breaking Sect.

The Taoism they practiced was the real and complete Gold-breaking Sword Control Technique.

The sword energy stimulated by this sword technique was gold-based sword energy, but in essence, it was "sword energy".

The gold-killing armor simply "killed gold", but its defense against sword energy was minimal.

So this time, many Taixu Sect disciples were injured.

But... how to defend against sword energy?

How is sword energy itself different from ordinary spiritual power? Why is its power stronger than ordinary magic?

There are still eight days before the next ten-day break.

Mo Hua wants to use this time to figure out this problem.

Otherwise, more fellow disciples might get hurt in the future fight, and it would be a waste of effort to fight with Duanjinmen.

Mo Hua specifically asked Elder Yi, who taught Taoism.

Then he asked Situ Jian and several other disciples who practiced swordsmanship, and then he roughly understood.

The power of swordsmanship comes most directly from "sword energy".

And the power of sword energy depends partly on "sword weapons".

Sword weapons...

Mo Hua thought of the luxurious golden spirit swords on the waists of those Duanjinmen disciples, and his mind moved, and his eyes gradually glowed.

"The spirit sword of Duanjinmen..."