Asking about longevity

Ten days later, thanks to Mr. Feng's elixir, Xiaohu and Dahu, who had recovered from their injuries, went into the mountains to hunt monsters again.

Demon hunters are bound to get injured and bleed. Dahu and the others are not too old and are still novices. However, from the moment they wear their demon hunting orders and go into the mountains to hunt demons, they have to gradually adapt to the life of a demon hunter. .

The demon hunters in Tongxian City have always come here like this. Demon hunters enter the mountains every day, demon hunters are injured every month, and demon hunters die in the mountains every year.

Mo Hua could only wish Dahu and the others good luck in his heart.

But unfortunately, Mo Hua's wishes had no effect. Half a month later, the big tiger was carried out of the mountain, and his blood was spread all over the ground.

Mo Hua was drawing formations at home when he suddenly heard a commotion. When he came out to inquire, he found out that the big tiger was seriously injured while hunting monsters and his life or death was unknown.

The ink painting felt like someone had poured cold water on it, and my hands and feet were cold.

He rushed to Xinglin Pavilion and saw Mr. Feng with a solemn expression, treating Dahu's injuries.

Dahu was lying on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, his face as white as paper, and he didn't know whether he was breathing or not. There was a large pool of blood on his chest, which was bleeding and stained his coat bright red.

Mo Hua was frightened to see it.

When Mr. Feng saw the ink painting, he picked up a pair of rattan armor and asked solemnly: "Is this the formation you drew on it?"

The rattan armor was also bloody, with a hole on one side, as if it had been penetrated by the teeth or claws of a monster. There were some formation patterns painted on the inside of the rattan armor.

Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I have this rattan armor, otherwise this kid's life would have been lost..."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Mr. Feng said this, the big tiger should at least be alive, and it would be easy to live as a human being.

The little friends who have been playing together since childhood and have always stood in front of Mo Hua and helped Mo Hua fight. If there is really something wrong with him, just thinking about it makes him feel uncomfortable.

Shuanghu and Xiaohu came over crying. When they heard that Dahu was fine, they silently wiped their tears.

Uncle Meng was also hunting monsters on the mountain. When he heard that Dahu was in trouble, he hurried back. His expression was relatively calm, but his hands were trembling slightly.

Aunt Meng was originally helping out on the street, and her family was in short supply of spiritual stones. She was busier than before. When she heard something happened to Dahu, she hurried over.

Aunt Meng stood at the door, hesitating for a long time, not daring to enter. Finally, she gritted her teeth and staggered in. When she heard that the big tiger was not in danger, all her strength seemed to be drained, and she sat down on the ground and buried her head in the door. Tears in sleeves.

Mr. Feng said that thanks to the rattan armor Mo Hua gave him, Dahu was saved.

Dahu and the others went into the mountains today, hunting a split-claw wolf monster. While they were fighting, another long-tailed monster suddenly appeared in the grass.

Dahu blocked his two younger brothers behind him and faced the long-tailed monster head-on. But with his cultivation level, he was no match for the monster beast. The tail of the long-tailed monster beast had spikes, which were hard and fast. They pierced Dahu's heart in an instant. Dahu had no time to dodge before he was stabbed. chest.

Fortunately, the vine armor on Dahu's chest was equipped with an iron armor array, which was tougher than ordinary vine armor, so it was not penetrated for a while. Although Dahu did not dodge the attack, he turned slightly sideways, causing the monster's tail tip to move to one side. When the tail tip penetrated the vine armor and stabbed into Dahu's chest, it did not damage Dahu's heart.

Although Dahu was stabbed in the chest and was bleeding profusely, his heart was not damaged, so his life was safe. Mr. Feng received timely treatment, so even if he was temporarily comatose, he would slowly wake up after a while.

Aunt Meng thanked Mr. Feng profusely, and then held Mo Hua's hand tightly. She was grateful in her heart, but she was so choked that she couldn't say a word...

People will inevitably endure suffering throughout their lives, and some people will always endure more suffering than others.

Mo Hua looked at the haggard Aunt Meng, feeling sour in his heart.

Fortunately, Mo Huahua's iron armor formation took effect and Dahu was not in danger, so Mo Huahua felt better.

Ten days later, Dahu's injury healed again, and the three brothers went into the mountains to hunt monsters together again. Mo Hua specially went to see them off.

Dahu had just recovered from his injury and his complexion was not very good, but his eyes were firm. Although the expressions of Shuanghu and Xiaohu were a bit solemn, they did not show any fear.

Even though they had lost so much blood, were so seriously injured, and even almost lost their lives, the three of them still did not hesitate or be afraid. After recovering from their injuries, they still planned to go into the mountains to hunt monsters.

"My parents treated our injuries and we owe so many spiritual stones. We should pay them back as soon as possible."

"I don't want my mother to suffer anymore."

"Me too……"

They bid farewell to the ink paintings and walked along the path towards the mountains.

Mo Hua watched as their figures became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the vast black mountains.

In the following days, Mo Hua's life was quite difficult.

In addition to being able to draw formations unscrupulously on the Taoist stele in the sea of ​​​​knowledge at night, every drop of spiritual ink and ink painting during the day was used carefully.

For formations that you are already familiar with, you must not use Ling Mo, because it will be a waste; for formations that you have not yet learned, you must not use Ling Mo, because it will also be wasteful.

For those half-familiar formations, Mo Hua also has to pick and choose. He feels that the properties of the formation are rare and the formation pivot structure is special, so it is worthy of Mo Hua to open the ink bottle, tap out the spiritual ink, and copy and comprehend bit by bit.

After a period of time, one day at dinner, Mo Shan suddenly said to Mo Hua:

"Hua'er, someone asked me to help you draw some formations..."

Mo Hua was a little stunned, and Mo Shan's expression was also a little subtle.

Mo Shan never bothered much about the formations drawn by ink.

First, because hunting monsters is a hard job. Mo Shan is also the captain of the monster hunting team, and he has to lead a team of monks into the mountains to hunt. He must not only hunt monsters, but also ensure safety. The reward for hunting monsters, It must also be allocated according to routine, which is both dangerous and busy. In the past, the Mo painters basically relied on the spiritual stones earned from monster hunting in Mo Shan. Mo Shan was busy and had no time to take care of other things.

The second reason is because Mo Shan doesn’t know much about formations either. His understanding of formations was limited to identifying a few common formations, or detecting where monks had set up traps using formations. I don’t know the internal channels within the opponent’s division, so naturally I don’t know what to ask.

The third reason is that Mo Hua is worry-free. Whether it’s cultivation or formation, whatever needs to be done can be done without him having to say anything. He doesn’t have to worry about it, and he doesn’t want to put too much pressure on Mo Hua;

Mo Hua is still young and his cultivation level is low. Even if he has talent, it will take time to truly succeed in learning formations, and it cannot be that fast.

It is difficult for monks to learn formations, and it is even more difficult to become an formation master. Mo Shan knows this very well.

Among the slightly famous formation masters in Tongxian City, all of them have a lot of hair and beards. Some of them are not only full of white hair, but even their hair is about to fall out.

Now it seems that he has a good talent for ink painting. If he can become an ordinary formation master before the age of thirty and make a living by using formation techniques, he will be very satisfied even if he cannot enter the top grade.

And as long as he was more careful, he would not die in the monster's belly before Mo Hua grew up.

Until yesterday, a demon hunter came to Mo Shan and said very formally that he wanted to ask Mo Hua to draw a few formations. He was also very polite in his words and did not doubt whether Mo Hua could draw it.

Only then did Mo Shan realize something was wrong.

Being asked to come to your home to draw formations, isn't this the kind of treatment only formation masters get?

This kid Hua'er...couldn't he already be a formation master...

Ten updates completed.

My fingers are numb... Good night everyone.