Asking about longevity

In addition, there is another issue that Mo Hua is more concerned about.

During the break, under a shady tree in the Demon Refining Mountain.

Mo Hua looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he whispered: "You two were captured in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. Does it mean that your sect..."

Mo Hua paused and lowered his voice even more, "... there is a traitor?"

Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu both had complicated expressions.

After a while, Linghu Xiao also whispered: "Elder Shangguan didn't let me tell anyone, but..."

But Mo Hua is not an outsider.

What's more, Mo Hua knew everything about the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

Linghu Xiao continued: "Elder Shangguan... suspected that some disciples, even elders, in the sect had secretly communicated with other sects and sold out the information of their own disciples."

"He said that he had reported it to the ancestor, and the ancestor was furious. The Chongxu Sect would secretly investigate and asked me to keep my mouth shut and not let the news leak out."

Mo Hua nodded.

It is hard to say what the specific situation is.

It is possible that there is a complete traitor in Chongxu Sect, who betrayed the sect and sought personal gain.

It is also possible that Linghu Xiao is too talented, and some old elders are jealous and afraid, so they betrayed Linghu Xiao's news and wanted to use others to get rid of this promising sword genius.

If Linghu Xiao can grow up and lead the way, it will naturally be a good thing for Chongxu Sect.

But sometimes, the interests of the sect do not conform to the interests of some elders.

Some people just want to suck blood from the sect.

Whether the sect is strong or not is not very meaningful to them. Once the sect declines, they will change their ways and switch to another force to suck.

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu again.

Ouyang Mu looked a little confused.

"That day, I really didn't know anything..."

"I was just practicing normally in the disciple residence. I felt a little sleepy and took a nap. When I woke up, I found myself in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley."

"Before that, did you come into contact with anyone suspicious?" Mo Hua asked.

Ouyang Mu thought about it and shook his head.

"Have you ever taken any pills?"

"Yes." Ouyang Mu nodded, "But they are all pills for normal practice, such as Peiyuan Pills and Juling Pills."

Mo Hua frowned slightly and suddenly remembered something, "Are all these pills yours?"

"Some are mine, and some..." Ouyang Mu thought about it and was suddenly startled, "Brother Ma gave them to me..."

Mo Hua's eyes froze slightly.

Sure enough...

That day, he met Brother Ma from Tai'amen walking with Xiao Mu at the foot of the mountain. He said that he was entrusted by Brother Ouyang Feng to send some pills, spiritual tools and jade slips for practice to Xiao Mu.

At that time, he felt that this "Brother Ma" had a faint evil spirit.

At first, he thought that he might have been infected unintentionally.

Now it seems that this Senior Brother Ma may have a problem.

"Where are the pills?" Mo Hua asked.

"I gave them to my brother."

"Senior Brother Feng?"

"Yes," Ouyang Mu replied, "After I returned from the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley, my brother came to my room and took away some things, saying that he wanted to check."

Mo Hua nodded.

Senior Brother Feng is mature and steady, and his mind is delicate. Obviously, he has also discovered something.

In this case, it is not easy for him to intervene.

Moreover, this is an internal matter of Tai'a Sect and Chongxu Sect, and it has nothing to do with him, a young disciple of Taixu Sect. After all, he is not a young senior brother of Tai'a Sect and Chongxu Sect.

After class, the disciples will hunt monsters freely.

Ouyang Mu is dull and does not have a close relationship with his fellow disciples.

Linghu Xiao is aloof and not very sociable.

So this Tai'a Sect's direct descendant and Chongxu Sect's genius have become one with the disciples of Taixu Sect.

The elders of Tai'a Sect and Chongxu Sect could only sigh when they saw him, but they could do nothing about it.

...

A few days later, Mo Hua accidentally met Song Jian in the Demon Refining Mountain.

This was also the first time Mo Hua had seen Song Jian since the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

Song Jian had not changed much. He was wearing a golden Duanjin Sect robe, equipped with a precious spiritual sword, with fair skin and a pretty face.

What had changed was his followers.

Duanjin Sect had been in turmoil recently.

After the Ten Thousand Demons Valley incident, the Jin family stepped down, the Song family took over, and began to reshuffle, excluding the Jin family monks and supporting the Song family forces, thus step by step controlling the right to speak in Duanjin Sect.

The Jin family declined, and the Song family was no longer the same as before.

And Song Jian, as the core of the Song family and the "son of a meritorious official" in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley turmoil, was naturally highly valued.

Now when he goes out, the number of his followers is almost twice as much as before.

Even some of the Jin family's side branches, in order to survive, are willing to be his "tail-chaser" and try their best to please him.

Song Jian is so majestic when he goes out now.

However, when he saw Mo Hua, Song Jian's majestic demeanor could not help but be restrained. His expression was a little complicated for a while, and he hesitated to speak several times.

"Mo..."

Before he opened his mouth, other Duanjinmen disciples sneered:

"The kid from Taixumen in front! He dared to block the way of Mr. Song without knowing what's good for him."

"That's right, if you don't get out of the way, be careful that we will make you pay for it..."

"Get out of the way quickly!"

Song Jian's followers said arrogantly.

Mo Hua's expression was subtle.

Taixumen destroyed the Ten Thousand Demons Valley and forced the Jin family to step down, so that the Song family could take the throne.

But the Song family's attitude towards Taixu Sect seems to be no different from that of the Jin family.

This is not only true for the upper levels of Jinmen Duanmen, but also for the disciples of Jinmen Duanmen below.

What's more, they were doing evil and causing trouble in the Demon Refining Mountain, and almost all of them were beaten by Taixu Sect disciples who were "fully armed" with formations by Mo Hua, so they were quite hostile to Taixu Sect.

When they saw Mo Hua wearing Taixu Sect's Taoist robe, they naturally looked at him unkindly.

But they don’t know who Mo Hua is.

Ink painting hides behind the scenes and rarely appears.

Therefore, these Jinmen Duanmen disciples did not know that the "mastermind" behind the losses they suffered at the hands of the Taixu Sect was the young monk in front of them.

When they met at this time, they just thought Mo Hua was a young disciple of the Taixu Sect and yelled at him.

Mo Hua's temper isn't that good either.

It’s not like he hasn’t beaten the disciples of Duanjinmen.

Just when he was thinking about whether to call someone to teach these blind Jinmen disciples a lesson.

Song Jian suddenly said: "Ink painting!"

He pulled out a sword, pointed at the ink painting and sneered:

"When you offended me, you destroyed the sword embryo that I had nurtured for eighteen years and used to cast my natal magic weapon. I remember this debt clearly. Today I will avenge this sword!"

The losers next to them shouted:

"Why should the young master take action personally to deal with such little things?"

"I only need to make a slight move to kill him with my sword!"

"These little bastards from the Taixu Sect can be controlled with just one hand. I am willing to do my best for you and avenge this sword!"

"Sir, I am willing to take action!"

Song Jian's eyes were cold, "How can you interfere with my hatred?"

The losers said again: "Yes, the young master is right."

"This kid must not be the enemy of Young Master Song!"

Unexpectedly, he slapped his hooves and went up.

Song Jian's face was slightly red, and he felt ashamed and annoyed.

"Shut up!"

"Yes, yes..." A group of people responded.

Song Jian said: "You stay here, me and this..."

Song Jian glanced at Mo Hua and said in a somewhat unnatural tone, "Let's have a showdown with this brat and then return to the sect."

"As commanded."

Everyone said.

Song Jian looked around, pointed his sword at a small forest, and said coldly to Mo Hua:

"I don't want to win without force, so here in the mountains and forests, you and I will fight to the death, one on one, without anyone else interfering!"

Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay."

After that, the two of them, one behind the other, entered the forest.

A group of Jinmenmen followed Song Jian's instructions and stayed outside, but they were confused and looked at each other.

Someone frowned and said, "Master, why do you need to do this? If there is a grudge, why don't we all come together and take down this kid?"

"really……"

Someone sneered: "So Mr. Song is a fool."

Without Song Jian's absence, some people lost any respect and became arrogant.

What they cling to is Song Jian's status, not Song Jian's person.

When it comes to personal abilities, they all feel that they are no worse than Song Jian, it's just that their background is inferior.

"It's also possible..." Another disciple laughed, "Master Song was afraid of losing and losing face, so he found a place where no one was around to compete. Even if he lost at the hands of that kid, he wouldn't do it in public. Shame on you."

"Master Song, you can't really lose, can you..."

"Lost to that brat?"

"What's impossible?"

"No matter how you say it, it's not like that. The kid's blood and spiritual power are so weak. If the young master can lose, he will be such a waste..."

Everyone gloated and laughed.

In the mountains and forests.

Song Jian walked to a secluded place, sheathed his sword, found a big rock and sat down, sighing.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Don't you want to fight?"

Song Jian said speechlessly: "I can't beat you, how can I beat you?"

If it were before, he would still have some arrogance in his heart, thinking that with his own strength, he could defeat Mo Hua and avenge his "Broken Gold Sword" that was tortured into a sword-like state in Mo Hua's hands.

But after returning from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he completely gave up this idea.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

Let alone hitting him, if he really started to fight, he might not even know where Mo Hua was.

What's more, Mo Hua saved his life in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons...

Song Jian hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed deeply and said in an almost inaudible voice:

"Thank you, thank you..."

Mo Hua asked: "What?"

Song Jian became angry and said, "Thank you!"

"oh……"

Mo Hua nodded.

"So, you came to me to thank me? Thank me for saving your life in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?" Mo Hua said.

"That's right..."

After Song Jian finished speaking, his expression changed and he became silent again.

Mo Hua observed the words and expressions, his eyes moved slightly, and asked curiously: "Are you...have something on your mind?"

"No." Song Jian said with a straight face.

Mo Hua naturally didn’t believe it.

"If you have something on your mind, you can tell me. Although I may not necessarily help you, I should be able to give you some advice."

Song Jian didn't want to say it, but he looked up at Mo Hua and saw Mo Hua's clear and deep eyes. Somehow, he thought there was nothing wrong with saying it.

Moreover, apart from ink painting, he actually felt that there was no one else who could talk about it.

Especially things related to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons...

Song Jian looked a little lonely and said slowly:

"I realized that my parents don't actually care about my life or death..."

Mo Hua was startled, "Why do you say that?"

Song Jian said: "When I was in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, I had one of my little fingers amputated and gave it to my parents, but there was no movement at all from my parents' place."

"Jin Gui said, my parents are weighing the pros and cons and whether to save me. If the price is too high, they would rather I die. They shed some tears and feel comfortable with it, so forget it. Anyway, I am not the only one in the Song family. son."

"I didn't believe Jin Gui's words at first..."

"However, after I returned from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, I found that although my parents were happy, they were not as...ecstatic as I imagined..."

"They did know for a long time that I was trapped in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, but they didn't take any action. Even the Song family elders and many people knew about it, but they didn't know what balance they went through, and in the end they seemed to plan to take me away. …”

Song Jian's face turned ugly, "...I'm an outcast..."

"Abandoned son?"

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

"Well," Song Jian murmured, "What are they planning? Even my parents have gotten some benefits from it, so they don't care much about my life or death."

"My coming back alive seems to be just a surprise to them, even..."

Song Jian's eyes were cold, "...I'm more like a 'gift'."

Mo Hua frowned.

He has long heard about the cruelty and indifference based on the balance of interests within the family.

But he had never thought that this kind of thing would happen to Song Jian before.

"How many brothers do you have?" Mo Hua asked.

"I have two brothers," Song Jian said, "I am the youngest, but my talent is far less than that of the two brothers, my practice is not as hard as theirs, and my work is not as ruthless as theirs..."

Song Jian pointed out of the woods, "Besides, I'm not very good at convincing people."

"Now that the Song family has become more powerful, there are more scoundrels around me. I can't drive them away, but I actually know that they look down on me in their hearts."

He had never thought about these things in a comfortable life before.

But in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, walking around with fear from the bloody mouth of the knife, many problems can naturally be seen clearly.

"No one can be trusted in this world..."

"The sect is unreliable, the family is unreliable, the parents are unreliable, the brothers are unreliable, let alone those losers."

Song Jian looked a little confused.

Mo Hua thought for a while and then patted Song Jian on the shoulder, "So, you can only rely on yourself."

Song Jian looked indifferent, "I know I can rely on myself, but... I can't rely on myself either..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said generously, "I'll help you."

Song Jian looked at the ink painting silently, feeling that this sentence was very inconsistent.

You, a disciple of the Taixu Sect, help me, a disciple of the Golden Sect, for no reason or reason?

Mo Hua asked: "Did I save you?"

Song Jian nodded, "So..."

"Do we have a life-long friendship?"

"can say that……"

Song Jian hesitated.

"Isn't that enough," Mo Hua said, "It's a long road, and searching up and down must be an extremely long process. The most important thing is to have 'like-minded' fellow Taoists who can help each other and achieve mutual benefit!"

"I've saved your life, but you still don't believe me?"

Song Jian hesitated, "But... we have different positions after all."

"What position?"

"The sects are different..."

"What does this have to do with you?" Mo Hua asked with a puzzled look on his face, "You are not the leader of Duanjin Sect, you are just an ordinary disciple. What are you doing with your leisure time?"

"But my Song family... is the Song family of Duanjinmen after all, and I am a disciple of the Song family..."

Before Song Jian finished speaking, Mo Hua sighed:

"What does this have to do with you?"

"You are a disciple of the Song family, but at the critical moment, you will still be sold by the Song family. You have said it yourself, the family is unreliable. Your father and mother have three sons, and a bowl of water cannot be leveled. They may not always let you go. In their hearts, what they weigh in every situation is their own interests.”

"In that case, why are you so worried about yourself?"

Song Jian was "fooled" by the ink paintings and was a little confused.

"But, you destroyed my natal sword embryo..."

Ink painting: "Just a natal sword embryo..."

Song Jian said angrily: "What do you mean by a 'merely' natal sword embryo? I have carried this sword embryo with me since I was learning swordsmanship, and have been raising it till now. It has taken me eighteen years, and we are inseparable! Eighteen! Year!"

The more Song Jian thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more his heart ached.

Mo Hua sighed again and asked: "What do we monks want for the rest of our lives?"

Song Jian was stunned by Mo Hua's question. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Immortality?"

"Yes! Immortality!" Mo Hua asked again, "How many years does immortality last?"

Song Jian frowned, "You're already immortal. Naturally, you live as long as heaven and earth. Why do you care about how many years?"

"That's right!" Mo Hua said again, "So, your lifelong pursuit is to live forever, to live as long as heaven and earth, to live for tens of millions of years. Do you still need to care about this mere eighteen years of warming up the sword embryo?"

Song Jian was a little stupid.

He suddenly felt that what Mo Hua said seemed to make sense...

Since his goal is to become an immortal, live forever, and live forever.

Then the eighteen years of warming up the sword embryo only lasted a moment, so why should we care about it?

Mo Hua patted Song Jian's shoulder again, "So, you should have a long-term vision and don't care about the gains and losses in front of you. Otherwise, you will be narrow-minded and it will be difficult to reach the peak of the road..."

Song Jian nodded involuntarily.

But he still had some concerns, "You said to help each other, how to help each other? I will not betray the Song family, nor will I betray Duanjinmen."

"I didn't ask you to betray..." Mo Hua said, "It's just that we exchange some information. I want to know what information. You tell me. If you are in trouble, I will help you solve it."

"On the surface, you are still the core disciple of Duanjinmen, a direct descendant of the Song family, and you are not in harmony with my Taixumen, but behind the scenes, we cooperate with each other and make progress together."

"This way, each of us has a way out, and there will be one more way out in the future."

"What do you think?"

Song Jian thought about it carefully and felt that Mo Hua's proposal was very good.

It is definitely not okay to ask him to betray his family or sect.

But secretly, it is naturally better to seek a powerful helper for himself.

All the things in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley came to Song Jian's mind again.

He sighed silently in his heart.

For cultivators of the same realm, Mo Hua was too strong...

Not the kind of strength on paper, but a kind of tricky, weird, and incredible strength.

It was completely confusing.

If he was Mo Hua's enemy, he would have no idea.

But if he was an "accomplice", he would be much more at ease.

"Okay..."

Song Jian nodded silently, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua wanted to say something, but suddenly heard someone calling his name outside the forest, so he said: "Remember, if you have anything in the future, come to the Demon Refining Mountain to find me."

"Yes." Song Jian responded.

Then Mo Hua released several fireballs on the open space.

Song Jian was slightly stunned, and then immediately understood, and also used his spiritual power to chop many swords on the nearby trees, creating a scene after a battle.

Then the two of them walked out of the forest one after the other, guarding against each other.

Outside the forest, Cheng Mo and Situ Jian were shouting Mo Hua's name while confronting the disciples of Duanjinmen.

Seeing that Mo Hua came out and was safe and sound, Cheng Mo and his friends were relieved.

Mo Hua wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, pointed at Song Jian and sneered:

"Little white face, I will make you look good next time!"

Song Jian was stunned, and then sneered, "You are lucky this time. Next time I meet you, I will tear you into pieces!"

Then he snorted coldly, turned his head and walked away arrogantly.

Cheng Mo couldn't stand his look, and immediately said angrily: "Good boy, you are talking nonsense, I will chop you up?"

"Okay, okay," Mo Hua stopped him, "It's getting late, we should go back."

"Little brother, are you okay?" Situ Jian asked.

"It's okay, how could I be in trouble in the Demon Refining Mountain?" Mo Hua said.

Situ Jian thought about it and nodded, "That's right."

Then both parties left.

The forest was quiet again.

Except for Mo Hua and Song Jian, no one knew about the agreement they had reached secretly.

Because this was during the "teaching" period of the sect, Elder Xun Ziyou did not keep an eye on Mo Hua, so he knew nothing about this matter.

On the way back, Mo Hua thought silently in his heart:

"There is a traitor in Tai'a Sect, there is a traitor in Chongxu Sect, and now there is also a 'traitor' in Duanjin Sect."

It was planted by himself.

The better Song Jian does, the more convenient it will be for him to act in the future.

"If one day, he can become an elder, that would be great..."

When thinking of this, Mo Hua was suddenly startled, and couldn't help thinking:

"Song Jian, this kid, won't be able to become the head of Duanjin Sect in the future..."