Asking about longevity

Chapter 743 Tai'a

Demon Refining Mountain, outer mountain.

In a mountain forest, several disciples wearing Tai'amen Taoist robes had alert eyes, looking around and walking slowly.

The person in front of him was tall and straight, with a handsome and elegant face, holding a red-gold yellow maple sword.

It was Ouyang Feng, the Tai'amen senior brother with whom Mo Hua had met when he first entered Taixu Sect.

There were five more people.

Among the five people, four were slightly older, were in the later stages of foundation building, and were in the same class as Ouyang Feng.

In addition, there was a young monk following behind. His skin was slightly darker, he looked a little thin, and his expression was more dull and nervous.

After the group of people walked for a while, a senior sister Tai Amen warned the young monk:

"Xiao Mumu, we can only take you two times to familiarize yourself with the mountains of Demon Refining Mountain. From now on, you will have to rely on yourself to hunt monsters."

"In two years, there will be a sword competition. Your brother is very busy and may not have time to look after you. Please be considerate."

The little monk who was called "Little Wood" secretly glanced at Ouyang Feng, who was walking in front. He had a handsome figure and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Sister Qian, I understand." He whispered.

This senior sister's name was Ouyang Qian, and she was also from the Ouyang family. She smiled when she heard this, touched Xiaomu's head, and warned:

"Monster Refining Mountain is dangerous, so be careful."

"Um."

Xiaomu said nervously.

But he was dull by nature, not good at words, and didn't say much.

A few people were walking and reached the mountainside. Among the crowd, a long-faced Tai'amen brother named "Ma" suddenly frowned and said:

"It's been a long time since I've been to the outer mountains. How come these hills are all occupied?"

Ouyang Feng's eyes moved slightly.

Senior sister Tai'amen named Ouyang Qian also let go of her spiritual consciousness. After a moment, she was surprised and said: "Why are there so many people in this mountain?"

They are all disciples in the late stage of foundation building.

The Demon Refining Mountain is very large, and the demon hunting areas for disciples in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and the late stage of Foundation Establishment are also different.

Due to the complex mountain terrain and intricate mountain roads, different monster hunting areas have different routes up the mountain.

The mountain they were on was the outer area of ​​low-grade monsters.

Ouyang Feng and others were still in the middle stage of foundation building and had just come here when they went to hunt monsters in the mountain.

Later, they entered the inner mountain and hunted the second-grade intermediate-level monsters and above, and never came back.

According to their previous experience, there should not be too many disciples entering the mountain at this time, and the outer mountain should be relatively empty. However, they did not expect that there would be so many disciples in the mountain.

"A disciple of He Zong?"

"The Taoist robe looks like... Taixumen?"

Everyone looked at each other.

In the Qianxue state boundary, the four strongest sects are currently the strongest.

However, the four major sects have special territories in Demon Refining Mountain and generally have little intersection with each other.

In addition to the four major sects, they never expected that the one who could occupy the top of the mountain was not Duan Jinmen, one of the twelve sects, who was killing with heavy swords.

Nor is it the other top-ranked sects among the eight sects.

It turns out that Taixu Sect, which has always been tepid, neither impatient nor impatient, is about to fall into the last position without realizing it...

"How could it be Taixumen?"

"have no idea……"

"What powerful swordsmanship inheritance does Taixu Sect have?"

"Our three sects have always had some connections. Tai'a forged the sword and Chongxu's sword energy. Taixu Sect is the sword's energy?"

"I don't know, the elders rarely mention it."

"Sword Intent is too difficult. It's impossible to build a foundation..."

"Then what do they rely on to hunt monsters?"

"Cultivation, martial arts, or magic?"

Several people looked a little confused, so they continued walking forward, but they took a small path and their whereabouts were relatively hidden.

Then I saw along the way, groups of Taixu Sect disciples, one after another, wearing uniform armor, holding spiritual weapons in their hands, walking in unison, advancing and retreating in the mountains in an orderly manner.

Although they were far away, they still saw some scenes of hunting monsters.

First, the disciples scouted, then followed, and then set up formations to ambush.

After the formation exploded and the monster was seriously injured, a group of disciples went up to fight. Their movements were clean and neat, and they cooperated very well, as if they had practiced it many times.

Everyone in Tai Amen was secretly shocked.

This is not where the sect disciples are hunting monsters.

Even if Tao soldiers come to hunt monsters, it's nothing more than that.

and……

The long-faced Tai'amen senior brother named Ma frowned and said, "Taixumen, since when did you become famous for your formations?"

The trap used for ambush, the armor worn, and the spiritual weapon held in hand.

There are all formations with specific functions drawn here.

Based on the monster's habits, trap characteristics and the structure of the spiritual weapon, the array is specially designed, the weapon is refined, and the monster hunting process is standardized. It can also be promoted among disciples...

This is simply not something that ordinary disciples can do.

They hunted monsters and beasts, and they all stumbled from the beginning, so they knew the difficulties involved.

I also know the terrifying advantages of this entire demon hunting process.

The concept of "monster hunting" in Taixu Sect is completely different from that of other sect disciples.

Ouyang Feng looked thoughtful and ordered:

"Go back and talk to the next generation of junior brothers, let them avoid these hills in the Demon Refining Mountain, and don't easily provoke the disciples of the Taixu Sect."

Although Tai'amen and Taixumen have some ancestral connections, they are now two sects after all.

Now that we have separated, the love will eventually fade away.

What's more, the disciples below never pay attention to these things.

If disciples from the same sect fight openly and secretly, there will be discord, let alone disciples from different sects.

In the Demon Refining Mountain, monks hunt demons, extract materials, and earn merit, which has always been prone to disputes.

If a disciple of our sect really conflicts with a disciple of the Taixu sect, judging from the current situation, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

A team of five people like Taixu Sect, with sophisticated formations, complete spiritual weapons, and an orderly hunting mode like Taoist soldiers, can deal with powerful monsters with ease, let alone monks.

If it were really used against monks, the situation would be unimaginable.

In this case, it is best to avoid it in advance to avoid conflicts between the disciples on both sides and the resulting enmity, causing the situation to get out of hand.

What's more, Ouyang Feng himself has a good relationship with fellow disciples of Taixu Sect.

He also thought about his ancestral origins, emotions and reasons, and he didn't want to think that the following junior brothers and sisters would be at odds with the Taixu Sect.

"good."

Several other Tai'amen disciples said in a deep voice.

Ouyang Feng looked around, glanced at the small piece of wood beside him, and said:

"These mountain tops are all occupied by the Taixu Sect. I will take you to a more remote place and kill a few monsters myself to show you..."

He patted Xiaomu's shoulder and said, "From now on, you have to rely on yourself."

"Yeah!" Xiaomu nodded solemnly.

Ouyang Feng's expression showed a trace of gentleness, but deeper in his eyes was worry.

After that, Tai'amen and his party crossed several hills, left the territory of Taixumen, and came to the forest on the edge. They started together and killed two monsters.

Ouyang Feng remained silent.

Ouyang Qian told Xiaomu one by one the precautions for hunting monsters.

Xiaomu listened carefully.

"You have just entered the mountains, you are still inexperienced, and your skills are unfamiliar. Remember not to be too greedy and kill powerful monsters like tigers, leopards, and bears as soon as you get up."

"We have to start killing the weak monsters..."

"The monster is cunning, so we must be very vigilant. We must not relax until the monster dies completely, otherwise it will cause catastrophe."

"Some monsters have thick skin and a lot of blood, and some monsters have treacherous powers. They can be killed at close range, or they can spit water, fire, poisonous gas from a distance. You must be prepared in advance."

"Remember, don't fight monsters alone."

"At least five people form a team, and then..."

Ouyang Qian was patiently talking to Xiao Mu when she was suddenly startled. She looked up and saw a golden light flashing in the sky, and then the sword energy overflowed and burst out.

A goshawk was strangled by the sword energy, a cloud of blood mist exploded, and it fell down.

Ouyang Feng's pupils narrowed.

The expressions of several other people also changed.

"Kingsword!"

Ouyang Qian's beautiful eyes were slightly startled and she murmured:

"Such a fast sword!"

"The distance is also a hundred feet away, the peak of foundation building? Or the golden elixir?"

"The sword energy has not been crystallized, and it seems that there is no golden elixir..."

"This is the mountain outside the Demon Refining Mountain. Who is wielding the sword?"

Several people looked solemn.

Xiao Mumu couldn't help but look fascinated as he recalled the sharp sword light that had just broken through the air.

"This sword is so powerful...but for some reason, the quality of the spiritual sword is a bit poor..."

He said silently in his heart.

In Tai'amen, the long-faced senior brother named Ma, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to Ouyang Feng: "The golden sword light, mixed with the aura of gold and stone, seems to be the sword technique to break the Golden Gate..."

"This person may be a master swordsman from Duanjinmen."

Senior Brother Ma paused and then said, "Brother Feng, why don't we go make some friends?"

Ouyang Feng's eyes darkened slightly.

Others also looked stunned, "Broken Golden Gate?"

"Why do you want to make friends with Duan Jinmen?"

"Duan Jinmen is narrow-minded and has a bad reputation. If he is really Duan Jinmen, no matter how good his swordsmanship is, he is probably not a kind person. He has different paths and will not work together. There is no need to make friends."

Senior Brother Ma shook his head, "How can you be so arbitrary? A sect is a sect and an individual is an individual. After all, there are differences."

"Besides, I have been working hard over the years and have ranked first among the eight gates."

"Duanjinmen is also determined to make progress. Although it ranks among the twelfth tier, it is actually no worse than the Eighth Gate."

"We, Amen, if we want to go further, we must form connections with others. How can we innately exclude other sects due to sectarian prejudice?"

"Senior Brother Ma... it makes sense," Ouyang Qian thought for a moment and looked at Ouyang Feng, "Brother Feng, what do you think?"

Ouyang Feng glanced at Senior Brother Ma silently, his eyes a little obscure, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. Finally he nodded and said:

"Go and have a look."

He also wanted to know when a sword-wielding genius who could fly a sword through the air and kill a goshawk emerged from the Broken Golden Gate.

If such people are not Taoist friends, they will definitely be enemies in the future.

The group of people walked along the mountain path towards the direction where the goshawk demon fell, but when they approached, they were all stunned.

Even Brother Ma's expression froze.

In the place where the goshawk fell, there is no sword master who can break the golden gate.

There was only one little monk peeling off the skin.

His white and tender hands were holding a knife, shaving the eagle's feathers and cutting the flesh bit by bit.

Seeing Ouyang Feng and others coming, he raised his head, revealing the face of a young man with picturesque features but a hint of heroism, and said with a smile:

"Senior Brother Feng, long time no see!"

Everyone in Tai Amen looked shocked and looked at Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng was also startled. When he saw the young boy's face clearly, he was surprised and said: "Ink painting?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua smiled and nodded.

Ouyang Feng moved his eyes away from the ink painting and looked at the bloodstained and disemboweled ferocious eagle demon on the ground. He then looked up at the ink painting and said with some surprise:

"This eagle..."

"I picked it up!"

Mo Hua's lies started coming out of his mouth.

It's not that he wanted to lie, but he told the truth, saying that he learned to control the sword, broke through the air with the flying sword, and killed the eagle monster, but others didn't believe it.

Moreover, it's better to keep a low profile, otherwise it will be troublesome to explain.

The expressions of the Tai'amen people were complicated.

Walking in the mountains, there happened to be an eagle monster, which was killed by someone, and fell in front of you, letting you pick it up...

How could such a good thing happen?

However... if he didn't pick it up, could he have killed it?

This is even more impossible.

What kind of sword can he control in the middle stage of foundation building? What's more, there is no sword energy around him, and he is not a sword cultivator at first glance.

Ouyang Feng looked around and asked, "Are there other cultivators around here?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I don't know about that."

Ouyang Feng released his spiritual sense and scanned the surroundings, and found that there was indeed no trace of other people.

He looked at Mo Hua again, his eyebrows jumped, and asked, "You... You didn't go into the mountain alone?"

If it was someone else, he would definitely not think so.

But if it was Mo Hua...

He had offered a bounty to Mo Hua before, and knew that this junior brother looked innocent, but was bold and careful, had many strategies, and dared to think and do.

He might be able to do something like going into the Demon Refining Mountain alone.

Mo Hua did go into the mountain alone.

He wanted to practice flying the sword alone.

A sword, an eagle, and a net profit of 800 merits.

It was not easy to bring others with him for such a thing, and there was no need to bring others with him.

But really, he was not really alone in the mountain.

All over the mountain, there were his "junior brothers", scattered in the nearby hills, so he was able to get along well in the mountain.

"Not really," Mo Hua pointed to the hill behind him, "I have many little brothers."

Ouyang Feng and the others were all stunned, not knowing what this junior brother was talking about...

What did "many little brothers" mean?

But Ouyang Qian and the others were not familiar with Mo Hua, so it was not easy to get to the bottom of it.

Ouyang Feng and Mo Hua are quite familiar with each other, but it is not convenient to reminisce in front of several other Tai'a disciples.

On the other side, Mo Hua has already skinned and deboned the goshawk with his hands and feet, and put all the materials into his storage bag.

Although he said that he picked up the hawk.

But even if he picked it up, it is his own!

Since it is his own, he should put it in the storage bag as soon as possible to avoid more trouble.

Seeing Mo Hua's smart eyes and never being at a disadvantage, Ouyang Feng couldn't help laughing and shaking his head, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head again, glanced at the silent little Mu Mu beside him, and sighed in his heart.

If Mu'er, this child, had half of Mo Hua's... no, even one-fifth of his cleverness, it would be great.

He wouldn't be at a disadvantage so easily in the future.

"It's getting late. We'll leave first and won't bother you anymore," Ouyang Feng said, then glanced at Mo Hua and warned, "Be careful in the mountains."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Feng."

Ouyang Feng said nothing more and walked out to the other side of the mountain path, but he stopped suddenly not long after walking.

The scenes of the Demon Refining Mountain appeared in his mind again.

The disciples of Taixu Sect went into the mountains to hunt monsters in advance...

Traps, armor, spiritual weapons... all have formations on them.

Standardized hunting.

Mo Hua just said, "I have many little brothers..."

Ouyang Feng's heart trembled, and his expression was quite unbelievable.

"Could it be..."

Ouyang Feng couldn't help turning his head and looking at Mo Hua again.

Mo Hua had already packed up the goshawk. He was thin and had a fair face, but his hands were stained with monster blood and he looked indifferent.

Looking at the dead ferocious hawk in front of him, it was like looking at a chicken that he had just slaughtered...

Ouyang Feng's pupils shrank, and he immediately said:

"Mo Hua."

Mo Hua was startled when he heard this, and looked at Ouyang Feng with some doubts. After thinking for a while, Ouyang Feng pulled a dark-skinned, thin Tai'a Sect disciple to his side, and said in a gentle voice:

"This is Ouyang Mu, my younger brother..."

Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with pity, and then he smiled and said to Mo Hua, "If we meet in the mountains in the future, I will trouble you to take care of him."

Ouyang Mu was slightly startled when he said this.

Other Tai'a Sect disciples were also a little shocked.

Ouyang Feng is a direct descendant of Tai'a Sect. He has a top-grade spiritual root and excellent talent. He is respected by his fellow disciples.

Although he looks easy-going and elegant, he is arrogant in his heart and never asks for help.

But he never expected that today he would ask a young cultivator from another sect who is one year lower to take care of his younger brother.

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

Mo Hua didn't think much of it.

He and Senior Brother Feng had a very good relationship. He had participated in many missions with him and received a lot of care from Senior Brother Feng.

It was only natural for him to take care of his younger brother now.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Feng, I will definitely take good care of him if I have the chance."

Mo Hua glanced at the thin, dark-skinned little cultivator next to Ouyang Feng and silently remembered his name:

Ouyang Mu.

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