Asking about longevity

Chapter 816 Old Hatred (Additional chapter for the Silver Alliance of Mu Baijinyu)

Words are powerless.

Only when you hold a sword in your hand can you have the right to speak.

The sharper the sword in your hand, the more confident you will be.

Now that the cave is surrounded by Mo Hua's killing array, Mo Hua has more confidence to speak.

"Come out."

Mo Hua said lightly.

The people in the cave didn't know what Mo Hua had done outside, but they could vaguely feel a murderous intent and a sense of oppression that made people uneasy.

"Daoyou, to be honest, I am seriously injured and my legs are inconvenient. It is really not convenient to go out..."

"Daoyou, if you don't mind, why don't you go into the cave to talk?"

Mo Hua snorted in his heart.

He won't go in.

This man's origin is unknown, and the dangers in the cave are unknown. Only a fool would go in rashly.

"I won't go in, you come out."

Mo Hua said firmly.

"Daoyou, I am seriously injured and cannot move. Please forgive me..." The old voice in the cave said with a hint of apology.

Mo Hua shook his head and said indifferently:

"I don't listen to excuses, reasons, or explanations. I will only give you five breaths of time and two choices. Within five breaths, either you come out by yourself, or I will blow up the cave and force you out."

The people in the cave hated him secretly.

"I met an old man who is stubborn and stubborn. It's really hard to deal with..."

Mo Hua had already started counting outside the cave.

From five to one, no matter who the monk in the cave was, he was ready to blow it up directly.

Time is precious, he doesn't want to waste it.

"Five, four..."

The people in the cave sensed Mo Hua's decisiveness, and their expressions changed immediately, saying: "Wait, Daoyou, let's talk..."

"Three..."

"Okay, I'll go out now!"

The old voice in the cave said repeatedly.

Mo Hua stopped counting and looked at the cave with a vigilant expression. The spiritual power in his body was running. A strand of spiritual power was moved to his fingertips, ready to throw a fireball if he disagreed.

The other two strands of spiritual power were moved to the soles of his feet, ready to run away immediately if something went wrong.

After a while, there was a rustling sound in the cave, as if someone stood up, and then there was a light sound of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of a bamboo stick tapping the ground.

The sound was getting closer and closer.

After a few breaths, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

When the moonlight shone, Mo Hua could roughly see his appearance.

The person in the cave was an old man, with a thin and short figure. His expression looked a little gloomy under the moonlight, and his eyes looked a little sinister.

At this time, he was leaning on a bamboo stick, his breath was unstable, and his steps were light. It seemed that he was indeed injured.

While Mo Hua was looking at the old man, the old man also saw Mo Hua. His expression was gloomy and he was obviously surprised.

Although he thought that the cultivator outside the cave might not be very old when he heard the voice before, he still found it hard to believe when he saw Mo Hua's face with his own eyes.

The person who acted flawlessly and spoke bluntly was actually such a young kid?

And judging from his cultivation aura, he was only in the middle stage of foundation building.

Even his spiritual power was weak, and he was only in the middle and lower stream among the middle stage of foundation building.

The old man couldn't help but feel angry.

Thinking that he was a golden elixir, a tiger in the plain, he was forced to such a point by a little kid of foundation building. It was really unreasonable!

The old man wanted to move forward, but Mo Hua said, "Okay, don't move."

The old man stopped and looked around, and then he found that he seemed to be surrounded by layers of killing arrays, and his eyelids jumped immediately.

A high-level second-grade array!

The formation was filled with a fearful murderous intent.

The anger in the old man's heart suddenly disappeared, and his attitude became gentle, saying to Mo Hua, "Okay."

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Although he didn't know how this kid in the middle stage of foundation building could set up so many high-level second-grade killing formations in such a short time.

But a killing formation is a killing formation.

The formation will not make sense.

Even in the third-grade state realm, a Jindan cultivator would not want to be "baptized" by so many second-grade high-level killing formations for no reason.

What's more, this is still in the second-grade state realm, and his cultivation is limited.

And now, he is also seriously injured and has been fleeing for days, like a candle in the wind.

The old man looked gloomy, raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Mo Hua, and asked with a bow:

"I wonder what your name is, where your inheritance comes from, and who your master is?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I ask, you answer!"

Now this old man is standing in the middle of his killing array, and the initiative is in his hands. How could he give him the opportunity to ask questions?

The old man's face twitched, and he nodded: "Okay."

"What's your surname?" Mo Hua asked.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, "My surname is Zhao."

"What's your name?"

"It's just 'Hai'."

"Aren't you from Qianxuezhou?" Mo Hua asked with a slightly fixed gaze.

"You are right," the old man replied, "I am a third-rank Zhao family cultivator west of Qianxuezhou and south of Chaoyunzhou. I am honored to be the elder in the clan..."

Zhao Hai, a third-rank Zhao family elder.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

This old man is almost the same as himself, he lies without hesitation, and he doesn't even need to draft his bragging.

He is definitely not surnamed Zhao.

He is not called ‘Zhao Hai’ either.

As for the third-rank elder of the Zhao family, who is located south of Chaoyunzhou, this thing that is tens of thousands of miles away is just nonsense, and Mo Hua can’t tell the truth from the false at the moment.

“Elder Zhao.” Mo Hua bowed.

The old man also returned the gift with his hand, "I wonder what your name is, little friend. Can you..."

"I haven't finished asking yet." Mo Hua said.

The old man hesitated for a moment and could only say patiently:

"My friend, please ask."

Mo Hua stared at the old man who called himself "Elder Zhao" and asked, "Who hurt you?"

The old man sighed: "A group of evil cultivators passing by suddenly attacked me for some unknown reason. I was caught off guard and was seriously injured."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded without comment and asked again:

"Why teach..."

Mo Hua paused for a moment, and did not say the names of Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi. Instead, he pretended not to know them and said, "...Why do you want to teach those two children Shicai exercises and techniques?"

"My little friend, do you know those two children?" the old man asked doubtfully.

Mo Hua looked at him silently and said nothing.

It means, I ask, you answer, but you are not qualified to ask questions yet.

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly, then he sighed and said with emotion:

"I was healing in this cave. Thanks to these two children, I sent water and food with a sincere heart. Such character is really rare. I thought about passing on some of the inheritance of my Zhao family to these two The child can be regarded as settling the cause and effect and forming a good relationship."

Mo Hua nodded, but said in his heart:

Bullshit again...

Children from poor families usually eat something by themselves when they are not hungry, and there will be nothing left for you.

As for the cause and effect, it is even more nonsense.

Do you know what cause and effect is? What is good karma?

The old man looked at the ink painting and was unsure whether he believed it or not, so he asked softly:

"I have answered all the questions my little friend asked. I wonder if..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Since you said it, I won't embarrass you. I will remove these formations."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to return to the cave.

Mo Hua looked at him, suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice:

"You are from the Water Prison Gate!"

As soon as the words "Water Prison Gate" came out, the old man's pupils trembled, and then his fingers flashed imperceptibly, and three water needles flew towards Mo Hua at an extremely tricky angle.

Mo Hua had long sensed the murderous intention.

This old guy had murderous intentions from the beginning.

The moment the old man took action, Mo Hua used Water Step, and with his deft steps, he turned sideways to avoid this vicious killing move.

What a nimble movement!

The old man saw that he had been dormant for a long time and missed a single blow, and then he swayed and wanted to attack him.

But Mo Hua pointed his finger in the air, the water vapor condensed, the cage came, and tied the old man up.

But in the next moment, the old man's body flashed with blue light, and the water energy flowed, and he easily broke free from Mo Hua's water prison technique.

After breaking out of the water prison, the old man looked shocked:

Water prison technique? !

Moreover, he has also mastered the Water Prison Technique to such a proficient level.

He looked at the ink painting in disbelief and asked, "Who are you?"

After the ink painting landed, he stood still and said with a determined expression:

"You are indeed from the Water Prison Sect..."

The Water Prison Technique comes from the Water Prison Sect and is the secret skill of the Water Prison Sect.

So far, only two people have been trapped.

One is Shui Yanluo, and the other is this old man.

Water Yama must be related to the water prison gate.

And this old man, it seems now, must be the descendant of the Water Prison Sect.

The old man stared at the ink painting, his expression changing, and he couldn't tell whether the ink painting was an enemy or a friend.

"A real senior of my sect once saved a descendant of the family and was given the secret book of Water Prison Technique, so I also learned this technique."

Mo Hua's words are concise and concise.

But when the old man heard the words "senior real person", his heart trembled.

Real person is the name of Yuhua.

There are real seniors in the master's sect, so this kid's background may not be small.

Even if it's not the top big sect, it should at least be at the level of a hundred sects of qianxue.

The Water Prison Gate was once prominent, but that was thousands of years ago. Now it is in such a state of decline that it is completely incomparable.

The old man's attitude towards the ink paintings was a little more respectful.

"Since there is such a connection, I was rude and acted rashly just now. Please forgive me, little brother. But..."

The old man looked solemn and said, "Please don't pursue the matter of the Water Prison Gate any further. The matter involves too much and is not something that I can interfere with."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is someone chasing you?"

The old man's expression sank, "I told you, little brother, please don't do this..."

"I can help you." Mo Hua said.

"Help me?" The old man was startled, then his face turned ugly, "Do you know how deep the water is here?"

Mo Hua nodded, "I probably know a little bit."

The old man sneered.

Huangkou kid, I don’t know how high the world is, how can you be involved in the past events of Water Prison Gate?

If you intervene rashly, you may die without a burial place.

Mo Hua said: "In my sect, there are ancestor Dongxu, senior Zhenren, and many Jindan elders, all of whom have close friendship with me."

"I also have acquaintances in the Aristocratic Family, and I also have friends in the Daoting Division."

"If you tell me what happened, maybe I can help you, but if you don't tell..."

Mo Hua looked at a vaguely entangled black line above the old man's seal, and said firmly: "You will probably not survive more than two months!"

The old man was completely shocked by the ink painting.

He didn't expect that the young monk in front of him had such a wide network of connections.

The key is that when he said these words, he exuded a calm and confident temperament.

If he didn't have real ability and connections, he would never brag like this.

This boy is likely to be the son of a big family or a big sect...

He must not be offended.

Moreover, what the young boy said was not wrong.

The old man knew that if he continued to hide like this, he would be desperate in no time.

And his long-cherished wish was far from being fulfilled...

The old man looked tangled, and finally sighed, "Okay, if you want to know anything, just ask, and I will tell you if I know."

"If you are willing to help afterwards, it would be the best; if you are not willing to help, please leave peacefully and don't tell me where I am."

"Okay!" Mo Hua nodded.

Although this old man would do something dirty, he was barely honest.

"Your last name is not Zhao, right?" Mo Hua said.

The old man clasped his fists and said, "Please forgive me, my friend. We just met by chance, so I naturally cannot tell you my real name."

"Your last name is Yu too?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, my last name is Yu, and my name is Yu Canghai."

"Yu Canghai..."

Mo Hua remembered it silently, and then asked, "Who is chasing you?"

The old man sighed, and a gnashing hatred appeared on his face: "It's...Guishuimen..."

"Guishuimen?"

Mo Hua was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect that there was something about Guishuimen involved.

But it's not right...

Mo Hua frowned, "Did you see with your own eyes that the disciples of Guishuimen chased you?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Guishuimen will not take action personally. They hide in the dark. The ones who really chased me are some desperate evil cultivators hired by Guishuimen."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank slightly, "Do you have evidence?"

The old man sneered, "What more evidence do you need? The current senior leaders of Guishuimen are the traitors of Shuiyumen back then. They betrayed Shuiyumen and defected to Daoting. After Shuiyumen was destroyed, they stole the inheritance of Shuiyumen, changed their appearance, replaced 'Shuiyumen', and became Guishuimen, one of the twelve streams now!"

"There is a blood feud between Guishuimen and my Shuiyumen! In order to cover up the scandal of the year, these evil beasts of Guishuimen wish to kill all the descendants of Shuiyumen!"

Mo Hua looked normal, but was shocked in his heart.

He didn't know that there was such a past between Guishuimen and Shuiyumen.

So, the matter of Yujia Water Village is also manipulated by Guishuimen?

Mo Hua sighed silently in his heart:

"The relationship between the aristocratic families is indeed complicated. If you don't dig it yourself, you don't know that there are so many connections."

Then Mo Hua frowned and said: "When Shuiyumen was destroyed a thousand years ago, the rumor was that... your Shuiyumen's 'entire sect' was possessed by demons. Is this true?"

The old man said: "Of course it is impossible. This is a frame-up!"

The old man's tone was very firm.

But when Mo Hua asked him what was going on.

The old man hesitated and couldn't explain it clearly.

Mo Hua probably understood.

He probably didn't know either, but he was just based on the idea that "his sect must be innocent" to protect the reputation of the sect.

After all, it was more than a thousand years ago. He, a Jindan, couldn't live that long, and it was even more impossible for him to know clearly.

"Then when Shuiyumen was destroyed, shouldn't everyone be imprisoned? How can there be a successor?"

Mo Hua asked curiously.

The old man sighed, "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. A sect is already thriving, with so many elders, disciples, and relatives who are married to various families. It is so complicated that it is impossible to settle all the responsibilities."

"That is, the main leaders, elders, and inner disciples. Just catch them, kill them, and give an explanation."

"Many other monks who are related to each other can make some arrangements with the higher-ups and ask for their care. Even the Dao Court will only turn a blind eye and will not really investigate to the end."

"Some monks in our Yu family survived because of this..."

The old man looked lonely, "But having said that, we can only flee in I hid my identity and dared not return to Qianzhou..."

Mo Hua asked: "Why did you come back?"

"Because..." The old man's expression was covered with a layer of sadness, "I'm almost dead..."

"I was displaced outside, and my life was not easy. Later, I suffered a great disaster, and the bloodline of the Yu family was almost gone..."

"Seeing that the bloodline was about to be cut off, there was no one to pass on the tradition of the Water Prison Sect. I really had no choice but to take the risk and return to Qianzhou. I wanted to find out if there were any descendants of the Yu family who were lost that year based on clues."

"There is always a way out, and I really found it..."

The old man's expression was not relieved, but covered with a deeper layer of pain.

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

The four words "Yu Family Water Village" came to his mind again.

Then he looked at the old man with a trace of pity and sympathy.

What happened later, Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and he probably knew it.

The old man found Yu Family Water Village, but because of this, he exposed the fact that Yu Family Water Village was the descendants of Water Prison Sect.

Even the people of Yujia Water Village may not know this fact.

Otherwise, some of their ancestors' water-based Taoist methods would not have left their names.

And this old man found the descendants of the Yu family and found people with whom he had a blood relationship.

But it was also because of him that...

Yujia Water Village was wiped out.

The old man looked sad and desperate.

He obviously knew what he had done.

He wanted to pass on the orthodoxy, but he didn't expect that he would be exterminated more thoroughly.

The struggle for the orthodoxy was cold and cruel.

The old man felt a pain in his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Hua took out a pill and handed it to him, "Is this also made by Guishuimen?"

The old man took Mo Hua's pill, but did not take it. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said:

"It must be Guishuimen!"

"It must be these beasts!"

"One day, I will make them pay for their blood debts with blood, let them die without a burial place, and use their flesh and blood to commemorate the ancestors of my Shuiyumen!"

Mo Hua remained silent.

The old man's words sounded a bit like a demon cultivator.

But don't advise others to be good without experiencing their suffering.

If I fall into the same situation as him, I am afraid I will do something more vicious than him.

"Didn't you tell Dao Tingsi about this?" Mo Hua asked again.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly looked ferocious and sarcastic when he heard this, and sneered like a night owl:

"Guess... Why did Guishuimen know my identity? Why did they find my whereabouts? Why did they kill the entire Yujiashuizhai without making any noise?"

Mo Hua's pupils trembled, and his heart was chilled.

"You mean..."

The old man sneered, "If we compare dirtiness, the dirtiest place in the world is probably Daotingsi..."