Asking about longevity

Chapter 816 Old Enmity (Additional update for the Silver Alliance of Mr. Mubaijinyu~)

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 when speaking.

Now that the cave is surrounded by ink paintings filled with killing arrays, ink paintings have more confidence to speak.

"You come out."

Mo Hua said lightly.

The people in the cave didn't know what Mo Hua was doing outside, but they could vaguely feel a killing intent and a disturbing sense of oppression.

"Fellow Taoist, to be honest, I am seriously injured and my legs and feet are inconvenient. It is really not convenient for me to go out..."

"If you don't mind it, fellow Taoist, why don't you go into the cave and talk about it?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly in his heart.

He won't go in.

This person's origin is unknown, and the dangers inside the cave are unknown, so only a fool would enter rashly.

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

Mo Hua said firmly.

"Fellow Taoist, I am really seriously injured and have difficulty moving. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist..." 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 give you two choices. Within five breaths, either you come out on your own, or I will blow up the cave and force you to come out. "

When the people in the cave heard this, they felt secretly filled with hatred.

"It's really difficult to deal with an 'old fried dough stick' who doesn't know how to deal with anything..."

The ink paintings outside the cave have begun to count.

Counting from five to one, whoever the monk is in the cave is ready to explode.

Time was precious and he didn't want to waste it.

"Five, four..."

The man in the cave sensed Mo Hua's decisiveness, and his expression immediately changed, saying: "Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, I have something to say..."

"three……"

"Okay, I'm going out now!"

The old voice in the cave kept saying.

Only then did Mo Hua stop counting, and at the same time he looked at the cave with a wary expression. The spiritual power in his body was circulating, and a ray of spiritual power was transported to his fingertips, ready to throw a fireball if he disagreed.

The other two spiritual powers circulated to the soles of the feet, preparing to run away immediately if something went wrong.

After a while, a rustling sound came from the cave, as if someone was getting up, and then there were shallow footsteps, accompanied by the sound of a bamboo stick tapping the ground.

The sound is getting closer.

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

As soon as the moonlight shone, Mo Hua could roughly see his appearance.

The person in the cave is an old man, with a short and thin body. His expression looks a little gloomy under the moonlight, and his eyes are also a little sinister.

At this time, he was holding a bamboo stick, his breath was unsteady, his steps were light, and it looked like he was indeed injured.

While Mo Hua looked at the old man, the old man also saw Mo Hua, with a gloomy expression and obvious shock.

Although listening to the voice before, he felt that the monk outside the cave might not be very old, the old man was still a little unbelievable when he saw Mo Hua's face with his own eyes.

A person who is impeccable in his actions and impeccable in his words is actually such a tender-faced brat?

And judging from the aura of cultivation, it is only in the middle stage of foundation building.

Even if the spiritual power is weak, in the middle stage of foundation building, it is only average or low.

The old man couldn't help but feel angry.

It is really unreasonable to think that I am a powerful golden elixir, but I am forced to do this by a little foundation-building brat!

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

The old man stopped and looked around. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be in the middle of a layer of killing array, and his eyelids twitched immediately.

A second-grade high-level formation!

Within the formation, there is a terrifying murderous intent flowing.

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

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

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

But a killing formation is a killing formation.

The formation doesn't make sense.

Even in the third-grade state boundary, a golden elixir monk 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-level state boundary, and the cultivation level is limited.

But now, he was also seriously injured and had been running away for days, like a candle in the wind.

The old man's eyes were gloomy, he raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the ink painting, raised his hands and asked:

"I wonder who your last name is, where is your inheritance, and who is your respected teacher?"

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

Now that the old man is standing in the middle of his killing array, with the initiative in his own hands, how can he be given a chance to ask questions?

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

"What's your last name?" Mo Hua asked.

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

"Where's the name?"

"A single name contains the word 'sea'."

"Aren't you from the Qianxue State?" Mo Hua asked with slightly focused eyes.

"My little friend is right," the old man replied, "I am a third-grade monk of the Zhao family who is west of the border of Qianxue State and south of the border of Chaoyun State. He holds the position of elder in the clan..."

Zhao Hai, the elder of the third-grade Zhao family.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

This old man is similar to me. He lies right out of his mouth and doesn't even need to make a draft when he brags.

His surname is definitely not Zhao.

It’s not called ‘Zhao Hai’ either.

As for the south of Chaoyunzhou boundary, the third-grade Zhao family elder, this kind of thing that is hundreds of thousands of miles away is just nonsense, and the ink painting can't tell the truth from the false at the moment.

"Elder Zhao." Mo Hua cupped his hands and said.

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 is not the top large 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 Ganzhou..."

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 Shuiyumen. I really had no choice but to take the risk and return to Ganzhou. 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 Shuiyumen.

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..."