Asking about longevity

On the way back from Yunshui City to Yanshui City, several people did not take a car.

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back, pinched his fingers slightly, and then walked in front as if he had telepathy, leading the way.

Gu Changhuai and the other two followed silently behind.

Gu Quan couldn't help but whispered: "Dian Si, how does young Master Mo know the way?"

He didn't understand at all.

Gu Changhuai frowned slightly, "Just follow..."

"Yes." Gu Quan didn't dare to say more.

Gu Changhuai silently glanced at Mo Hua, who was walking in front of him like a "little charlatan", and sighed silently in his heart.

Although he didn't understand Mo Hua before.

But now he found that he was getting more and more confused.

I don't know where he learned this strange skill from...

Mo Hua walked in front, either confidently, or stopped to look around, or used his spiritual sense to investigate and identify the cause and effect. After walking for a while, Mo Hua suddenly stopped and pointed to a small forest on the side of the road and said:

"Here..."

The cause and effect line is broken here.

Or, it is covered by something, breaking the cause and effect deduction.

This small forest is very problematic.

Gu Changhuai nodded, "Let's go and take a look, you follow behind, be careful."

"Yeah."

Mo Hua nodded.

He still knew this matter in his mind.

With Uncle Gu here, he can be lazy if he can, and he doesn't need to do it if he can.

Gu Changhuai walked in front and walked towards the forest.

Mo Hua followed him obediently, using Gu Changhuai as a "shield".

Gu An and Gu Quan, one on the left and one on the right, protected Mo Hua.

The four of them walked towards the forest in this formation.

After walking for about an incense stick of time, the forest was sparse and a post station appeared in front of them.

The post station was a bit shabby and remote. Not far away, there was a branch of the Yanshui River, and the river water flowed slowly.

There was also a stable in front of the post station. In the stable, there were two horses and a simple-looking carriage.

Mo Hua and the others looked at each other with some confusion.

"Post station?"

There was a post station built in such a remote place?

Moreover, there were mountains and forests covering it, as if they were afraid that others would know about it.

Gu Changhuai released his spiritual sense, took a brief look, and then said: "Go in and take a look."

"Yes." Gu An and Gu Quan nodded.

As they approached, before entering the post station, a big man suddenly walked out of the door. He had a full beard and fierce eyes and shouted at everyone:

"What are you guys doing?"

Gu Changhuai looked calm, "I need to travel. I saw that you have a post station and wanted to hire a few horses."

"Traveling?" The big man frowned, looked at Gu Changhuai and the others, and said, "A deposit of 10,000 spirit stones. The rent is 100 spirit stones per horse per day. If the horse dies, the deposit will not be refunded."

Gu Changhuai's eyes narrowed slightly: "Isn't it a bit expensive?"

"If you think it's expensive, don't rent it." The big man said impatiently, "You look like a young man from a noble family. , Why can't you even take out 10,000 spirit stones? "

Gu Changhuai raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay."

The big man stretched out his hand, "Give me the spirit stones, I'll give you the horse."

"No hurry," Gu Changhuai breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm a little tired from traveling, I'll rest here for a while and drink some tea."

The big man looked unhappy, "No tea, only horses, you give me the spirit stones, take the horse and leave quickly."

Gu Changhuai said lightly: "You run an inn, don't you do tea business?"

The big man hesitated for a moment, and smiled: "You can also do tea business, one thousand spirit stones for a pot of tea."

He thought that if he asked for too much, Gu Changhuai would give up.

Unexpectedly, Gu Changhuai nodded and said, "Okay."

The big man was startled, his eyes were unfriendly, "Hear me clearly, I said one thousand spirit stones for a pot of tea."

Gu Changhuai looked disdainful, "Why, a mere one thousand spirit stones, do you think this young master can't afford it?"

Mo Hua, who was hiding behind Gu Changhuai, couldn't help but complain in his heart:

One thousand spirit stones for a pot of tea?

No matter how many spirit stones there are, they can't be spent like this.

Uncle Gu is so corrupt.

The big man's face changed when he heard it, and he stared at Gu Changhuai coldly:

"You are not here to drink tea, nor to hire a horse. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Gu Changhuai said calmly: "I came here to invite you to drink tea."

"Invite us to drink tea?" The big man frowned.

Gu Changhuai nodded: "Please go to Daotingsi for tea."

As soon as the three words "Daotingsi" came out, the big man's eyes were fierce and murderous.

From the woods, the stable, the post station, and the broken building, a vicious hidden weapon flew out, flashing green light, and rushed towards Mo Hua and the other four.

Gu An drew his sword and blocked a hidden weapon.

After Gu Quan blocked another one, he protected Mo Hua and blocked the hidden weapon that attacked Mo Hua with his long sword.

Gu Changhuai just stretched out his hand lightly.

The hidden weapon that was heading straight for his heart and was tempered with a deadly poison stopped in mid-air, and then was crushed by his hand.

Seeing that the hidden weapon was ineffective, several cultivators rushed out from all around.

Most of these cultivators were in the middle and late stages of foundation building. They looked fierce and had sophisticated methods. It is estimated that they had done many such hidden weapon sneak attacks and murders.

But in front of Mo Hua and the others, especially Gu Changhuai, who was the Taoist Court Secretary and had the Jindan realm, they were somewhat insignificant.

Gu An and Gu Quan used their swords together, and the blades were sharp.

Gu Changhuai condensed the wind blade, and his spiritual power was brilliant.

Mo Hua used the fireball technique to make a cameo appearance.

Although this was still the second-level state boundary and Gu Changhuai could not use the power of the golden elixir, he took down these people in less than ten breaths of time.

The only thing missing was the big man.

When Gu Changhuai crushed the hidden weapon with his bare hands, he looked horrified. He knew that Gu Changhuai's cultivation level was absolutely extraordinary. Even if it was not a golden elixir, he was probably at the peak of foundation building, so he ran away early.

But Mo Hua didn't let him go either.

A water prison technique was formed out of thin air and fixed the time of the big man for two breaths.

Gu Changhuai flicked his fingers, and a wind blade broke one of his legs.

A streak of blood slipped out of the big man's leg, and he immediately fell to the ground, struggling but unable to get up.

Gu An stepped forward and locked him with Daotingsi's spirit-binding lock.

At this point, all the monks at the inn were captured.

Gu An and Gu Quan dragged all the monks from the inn to the broken building, closed the doors and windows, and then asked sharply:

"Tell me, who are you?"

Several monks lowered their eyebrows and remained silent.

Gu An drew his knife, put it on the neck of one of the monks, and said in a deep voice:

"Say or not?"

The blade pressed against the flesh and blood oozed out. The monk gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Mo Hua shook his head, "They are dishonest and refuse to tell the truth..." Then his eyes lit up, "Are they going to be tortured?"

Gu An and Gu Quan were startled.

Gu Changhuai's eyelids also twitched slightly.

Gu An hesitated and said: "Daotingsi's torture tools are not convenient to take out. We were in a hurry when we went out and didn't bring them..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said excitedly, "I'll bring it!"

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he took out a formation punishment board from his storage bag and said proudly:

"This is the latest model. It has been improved many times, and I have added a lot of formations to it..."

It’s still the formation of the Eighteen Patterns!

I had learned eighteen patterns in ink painting before, but I had no place to use them. I felt itchy and couldn't bear it, so I temporarily drew them on the torture board.

However, he has not used this formation punishment board for a long time.

After all, he had been banned before and could only move around the Qianxue State boundary, so he didn't use this opportunity.

The ink painting is very regrettable.

Unexpectedly, just a few days after coming out, the opportunity came.

Mo Hua is very happy.

He has long wanted to try the power of this latest version of the array torture device.

Looking at Mo Hua, who looked happy, Gu An fell silent, and then looked at Gu Changhuai silently.

Gu Changhuai looked at the familiar but improved torture instrument in Mo Hua's hand and sighed, nodding his head to express his acquiescence.

Mo Hua handed the torture tool to Gu An and said, "Let them kneel down, they should be honest."

Gu An had no choice but to place the iron plate of the torture instrument on the ground, hold down one of the monks and kneel down.

In the next moment, light flowed on the iron plate, spiritual power was delivered, and the monk let out a howl like a killing pig.

When the other monks saw this, their faces turned slightly pale, and then they turned their heads and glared at Mo Hua.

"What do you see me doing?"

"Oh, I understand!" Mo Hua thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "You are brothers and want to share weal and woe. You also want to experience this iron plate!"

"What a coincidence, I just made a few more for testing, and you happen to have one for each of you."

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he took out four sets of torture boards from his storage bag.

At this moment, the monks turned pale and looked at the ink paintings as if they were looking at "evil ghosts" in hell.

When Mo Hua looked at them again, they were frightened, their eyes dodge, and they no longer dared to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua nodded, expressing satisfaction.

But the big man from before sneered: "Forget it, kid, you underestimate us too much. Even if you kill us, you won't even think of asking anything from us."

"Oh?" Mo Hua became interested, "Tough bones, I like it."

His spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and the monk kneeling on the iron plate wailed louder.

The formation of the Eighteen Patterns was simply not something he could bear.

He wanted to speak, but when he turned around and saw the threatening look in the big man's eyes, he immediately endured it and did not speak until he fainted from the pain.

"This iron plate is powerful enough, but the process of 'torture' is still a bit simple..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

On the other side, the big man looked at the ink painting with a sneer.

"We brothers are all desperadoes, living with our heads tied to our belts. If you want to use this method to extract a confession, kid, you are too young."

Too tender?

Then play it rough.

Mo Hua smiled and said:

"In that case, let's play a game."

The leading man sneered: "What game?"

Mo Hua said: "You will be tortured together, kneel on the torture board and answer my questions."

"Whoever speaks first to answer, I will withdraw the punishment and prevent him from suffering."

"How is it?" Mo Hua said in an interesting tone, "The time has come to test your brotherhood. I also want to know whether you can share the joys and sorrows..."

The face of the leading man changed.

This boy is so vicious and scheming!

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and Gu Quan. They understood Mo Hua's meaning, spread the iron plate for execution on the ground, and then pressed all the desperate bandit cultivators on the iron plate.

Mo Hua opened the formations one by one.

As the formation pattern circulates, the spiritual power of the formation is like a sword, like a sea of ​​fire, or like an ice cellar. The feeling is hard to describe for a moment.

The faces of all the desperate cultivators were as white as paper, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and some of them even made a sound in pain.

"Okay, let's listen to the first question now!" Mo Hua said seriously, "What did you eat at noon?"

This question was very inappropriate.

Even Gu Changhuai and the other two were stunned for a moment.

Why not ask them what they ate at noon instead of asking some serious questions?

This group of desperate criminals had no idea what Mo Hua was up to, so they gritted their teeth and didn't say anything.

But if they didn't say anything, the torture array would not stop. The torture of alternating swords, swords, water and fire was not pleasant.

Finally, someone spoke up.

"I ate...beef..."

Mo Hua's eyebrows jumped and praised, "Very good!" Then he gently waved his hand and closed his torture board.

The man escaped a disaster, gasping for breath, with a look of relief on his face.

Seeing that Mo Hua really kept his promise and asked such "insignificant" questions, the others immediately became shaken.

"Now, the second question!" Mo Hua asked again, "How old are you?"

This time, after just a few breaths, someone answered: "One hundred and thirty years old..."

Mo Hua nodded and exempted him from punishment.

Then he asked again: "What's your last name?"

Before he finished speaking, someone answered: "My last name is Zhao!"

Mo Hua abided by the agreement and stopped his array torture.

After that, Mo Hua asked another round, mostly about "harmless" trifles, the purpose was to cultivate the habit of answering questions in these people.

After one round, only the leading man gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Mo Hua ignored him and continued:

"Okay, let's start the second round."

After that, he opened all the punishment arrays again.

For a while, these monks who had a moment's respite were faced with a new round of "torture" again.

"Second round, the first question..." Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, "What name do you use in Taoism?"

This question was a little more confidential, but the measure was just right.

Soon, someone couldn't stand the punishment of the formation and said:

"Brothers on the road, call me 'Poison Sixth Master'..."

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

He had no impression of this name.

Could it be from outside?

Mo Hua nodded slightly and asked the second question.

From this question, the intensity will be gradually increased.

"What are you doing here?"

The atmosphere was a little solemn for a while.

This group of desperate bandits was silent.

There are some things they can say, but there are some things they obviously can't say.

Mo Hua was not in a hurry.

Even if they were in the same group, robbing together, calling each other brothers, and being ruthless, their tolerance of pain was different.

Some people can endure it, but there must be others who can't.

Sure enough, after a while, someone whispered: "We are...ordered to run this post station..."

"Run?" Mo Hua sneered.

The man had already spoken, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "This place is remote and there are few people. If there are fat sheep coming here, we can also make some extra money..."

"You said you were following orders, whose orders were you following?" Mo Hua asked again.

"I..."

Before he opened his mouth, he was scolded by the big-headed man: "Shut up!"

Mo Hua glanced at the leading man.

Gu An understood what he meant, and immediately took out a black cloth and tied the big man's mouth to prevent him from speaking.

"Keep talking." Mo Hua said.

The monk gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and said in a trembling voice: "You said... just ask one question, I just answered two..."

Mo Hua suddenly realized, "Right!"

Be a man of your word, and the same applies to torture.

Mo Hua really let him go, and turned his eyes to the remaining few people, "This opportunity is for you to answer."

Immediately, one person, unable to bear the pain of the blades clashing and the water and fire entering the body, answered:

"It was the eldest brother! The eldest brother asked us to stay at this post station!"

He saw that the brothers did not have to suffer after answering the questions, but he was still kneeling on the torture instruments, enduring the unbearable pain.

People are not worried about the lack of wealth, but the inequality.

He was afraid that his brothers would suffer.

He was even more afraid that his brothers would enjoy happiness while he suffered.

"The eldest brother also said that we should do our best, be clean and tidy, and not cause any trouble. After the matter is done, he will give us a large amount of spiritual stones, and can also grant us a special permission to go on the boat for a night..."

When these words came out, Gu Changhuai and others were slightly moved.

Mo Hua asked, "What boat?"

"It's... a flower boat."

"What flower boat?"

The monk said, "We are from other places, and we don't know what the flower boat is called. We only know that there are singing and dancing on the boat, and there are... a lot of women..."

"How to get to the boat?"

"I don't know that. Unless someone leads the way, no one knows the entrance to the boat and can't get on the boat."

Mo Hua nodded and exempted him from punishment, then turned around and continued to ask:

"Who is the 'big brother' you are talking about?"

He pointed to the big man with a full beard and tied mouth, "...It shouldn't be this waste."

The big man in the lead made a "woohoo" sound and looked at Mo Hua with an angry look.

"No..." said a monk with a scar on his face.

Mo Hua asked, "Who is he?"

The monk with the scar looked anxious.

He wanted to say it, but he couldn't...

Mo Hua also roughly understood it, and after a little thought, he said: "Well, you don't have to say it, I will say it, and you just need to answer it."

The scar monk nodded.

"Your big brother..." Mo Hua's eyes were deep, and he was secretly calculating, "Is he proficient in water-based skills?"

The scarred monk looked surprised and nodded.

"Has he... killed many people?"

The scarred monk nodded silently.

"Then is his name called..." Mo Hua's eyes suddenly became sharp, "... Water Yama?"

The leading man was anxious and angry, his eyes were wide open, but he couldn't speak.

The scarred monk glanced at the big man, was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly, "Yes."

Sure enough!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up slightly.

Finally caught the braid!

After that, Mo Hua asked some other questions.

These desperate bandits, after such a toss, could no longer "desperate", and told everything honestly.

Brothers should share weal and woe.

Whoever speaks slowly will suffer more.

Naturally, they are not happy.

After asking, Gu Changhuai tied them up, and took Gu An and Gu Quan to search the post station separately.

Gu An walked beside Gu Changhuai, and said with some emotion:

"Young Master Mo is really smart, and he has many ways..."

Gu Changhuai's eyes froze, but his expression seemed a little solemn.

Not smart, but too smart...

I don't know who raised this child, who influenced him, his expression seems innocent, but his eyes reveal his insight into human nature.

He played a group of desperate bandits in the palm of his hand.

He separated and provoked, and used both kindness and punishment to pry open the mouths of these bandits.

Many old officials can't play this kind of method.

This child, if he walks the right path in the future, it will be fine, otherwise he will go astray and become a treacherous demon cultivator who manipulates people's hearts. That picture is simply unimaginable...

Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.