Asking About Longevity Chapter 733

Chapter 733 Report

 “Dare you steal my pig?”

Mo Hua's voice was crisp and clear, with a touch of disdain.

Brother Duanjinmen knelt in front of him, feeling humiliated.

 He was blasted by formations, struck by swords and axes, and was poisoned. Now his body is covered in bruises.

 But after all, it is the late stage of foundation building, the foundation is not weak, and although the injury is serious, it is not fatal.

Moreover, his bones are pretty hard, so he cursed to himself:

 “A bunch of little beasts!”

Hearing this, Cheng Mo slapped him with a big hand.

 Senior Brother Duanjinmen's mouth was bloody, his eyes were malicious, his mouth was still hard, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Today, I fell into the hands of you little bastards. I admit defeat! But I will definitely get this debt back. Just wait."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

 The bones are so hard?

He asked doubtfully: "Aren't you afraid that we will kill you?"

 Just teach him a lesson.

 Cheng Mo shook his head.

In case of killing him, it will cause big trouble, and it is not easy to explain to the broken Golden Gate, too much door, Daoting, and even their Cheng family.

Mo Hua was a little speechless, "Do you think this is just playing house, and you still think it's 'despicable'? Such a grown-up person, yet so childish, he has reached the point of practicing Taoism like a dog..."

Daotingsi will not sit idly by and ignore it.

“It's okay to kneel down, but I was stripped naked, hung from a tree, and painted with turtles on my body...”

Mo Hua curled his lips with disdain on his face.

“Little devil, let me advise you, it's best not to offend me for breaking the Golden Gate. You have no idea how powerful I am at breaking the Golden Gate!”

 Senior Brother Jinmen felt a lump in his chest, his face twitched, and then he still had an unruly look on his face, with a gloomy sneer.

 It is true that I cannot kill him.

Brother Duanjinmen was startled, and then his expression changed drastically.

Mo Hua pondered silently.

Although there are many monsters and monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain and the environment is dangerous, it is not an illegal place.

“Furthermore, in terms of despicableness, we can't compare to you in breaking the Golden Gate..."

　　"Do you only grow a head but not a brain when you eat?"

Brother Duan Jinmen's eyes turned red, “You were despicable and attacked secretly, otherwise I would never have...”

Cheng Mo was not polite and immediately took action, stripping off Senior Brother Jinmen's Taoist robe, tying him with a spirit-binding rope, and preparing to hang him from the tree.

Mo Hua asked: "Do you want to kill him?"

Although I am reckless, I am not stupid.

Mo Hua said kindly: "Then you should be careful next time. If you are so useless again and fall into our hands, I will make you kneel a hundred times, and then I will draw a hundred turtles on you."

Mo Hua sighed, "I admit, I somewhat overestimate your Duanjinmen disciples."

 “The monster who relies on the power of numbers and is shameless to **** away the disciples of one generation.”

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and decided to tell him through actions whether he dared or not.

Mo Hua was slightly startled and thought about it in his mind.

It would be fine if he was a sin cultivator, an evil cultivator, or a demon cultivator. But this man is a member of the Golden Gate, a disciple of one of the twelve sects in the Qianxue Prefecture. He has not committed any serious mistake prohibited by the Taoist law. I really want to kill him. Yes, Duanjinmen will definitely raise an army to investigate.

 “Tie up, hang up, draw a turtle.”

When Brother Duanjinmen saw this, he became even more determined that Mo Hua did not dare to kill him, and his expression became more and more fearless.

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Strip him naked, hang him on a tree, and then draw a turtle **** on him."

"okay!"

“You just robbed it, and you were robbed in return. You were robbed in reverse, but you couldn't beat it. Now you're even beaten to the point of being knocked to your knees…”

“Thanks to all the means I prepared, you are not even as good as the pig I killed before…”

Brother Duanjinmen was furious, but was unable to resist, so he could only let the tall Cheng Mo do whatever he wanted. He was filled with shame and anger, and said bitterly:

 “I won't let you go!”

Brother Duanjinmen immediately became furious and spit out a mouthful of blood.

 What do the people kneeling on the ground look like?

“If Broken Golden Gate were really powerful, you wouldn't kneel in front of me now.”

Cheng Mo couldn't stand his stinky look, so he said:

 “Little senior brother, do you really not want to kill him?”

 Senior Brother Duanjinmen sneered, "You don't dare to kill me."

 He also asked.

Such humiliation is worse than killing him!

“Little bastard, how dare you?!” Brother Duanjinmen said angrily.

“I will make you repay this humiliation a hundredfold!”

really…

What's more, this is still in Demon Refining Mountain.

Hao Xuan reminded: "Don't say it again, little senior brother, he will be angry to death if you say it again."

Don't let the knife, gun, axe, or stick kill him by then. Just say a few words and make him angry to death.

 When Daotingsi investigated, we couldn't explain it clearly.

"oh."

Mo Hua glanced at Senior Brother Duan Jinmen who was hanging on the tree, his face was pale, his chest was tight and he was short of breath. He could only see the air coming in but not the air coming out, and then he stopped talking.

 But the ink painting still adhered to his promise, dipped his pen in spiritual ink, and drew a turtle on his chest.

This turtle is very realistically drawn.

 Very satisfied with the ink painting.

Brother Duanjinmen rolled his eyes and fainted from anger.

 “Is he dead?” Situ Jian asked.

Mo Hua sensed his breath and said, "Fortunately, he's not dead."

 “It's better if you're not dead.”

 “Pack it up, you can leave.”

"good!"

Then a few people started to search the storage bags like a storm, but halfway through the search, they suddenly realized a problem:

“Is the storage bag inaccessible?”

"Seems to be…"

Situ Jian muttered: "If I beat Duan Jinmen's disciple, Duan Jinmen is stingy. Although there will be resentment, it's nothing."

"But if you take their storage bags, you are robbing the monks, and it won't sound good if you tell them."

“Furthermore, if they still have the inheritance of Duanjinmen hidden in their storage bags, such as the Duanjin Sword Control Technique, etc., if we take their storage bags, Duanjinmen will definitely rely on us..."

“If Duanjinmen becomes shameless and insists that we steal their Zhen Sect Sword Art, it will not be easy to deal with..."

 Several people discussed.

 “That's right, that's right!”

The guilty Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

 Because he did steal the Zhenpai Sword Art that broke through the Golden Gate.

The jade slip of the Broken Gold Sword Control Technique is now lying in his Nazi ring...

 Don't let "Xiaoqimen" know.

Mo Hua said: "We are all serious people. We don't do anything to rob homes and homes. We just take back what we should take."

"I will not offend anyone unless they offend me."

　　"If someone offends me, then take off your clothes, hang a tree and draw a turtle!"

Cheng Mo and others nodded, "Senior Brother is right!"

 After that, several people collected all the materials of the pig-headed demon into their bags, but all the storage bags belonging to the Jinmen disciples were returned to their original owners.

After packing everything up, Mo Hua and the others left the Demon Refining Mountain before the night got dark.

 As for the future, will the disciples of Duanjinmen be eaten by monsters?

 Ignore this ink painting.

  Anyway, it was not him who killed the person, but they deserved it if they were eaten by monsters.

However, Mo Hua still had good intentions in the end, and gave each of them a healing elixir before leaving to prevent them from dying.

After Mo Hua left, after a while, the medicine began to dissipate, and the injuries of Duanjinmen's disciples improved, and they all gradually woke up.

Then they saw that the "wise and mighty" senior brother they had always admired so much was stripped naked and hung on a tree, with a turtle painted on his chest, making him look like a clown.

 All the disciples were stunned.

 “Senior brother, you...”

 Senior Brother Duanjinmen also woke up and said angrily: "Why don't you put me down quickly?!"

 A group of disciples immediately rushed to put the senior brother down.

“Brother, who did it?”

“Brother, my head felt heavy, my eyes darkened, and I fainted. I didn't see anything…”

“I only feel that there are many figures. Are you surrounded by many people?”

Someone said with a solemn expression: "Even Senior Brother Jin is no match for him. If he is so humiliated, I am afraid there will be more than one monk in the late stage of foundation building on the other side..."

 “Senior Brother Jin…”

 “Shut the **** up!”

 Senior Brother Duanjinmen surnamed Jin said angrily.

The words of these disciples pierced his chest one after another.

He felt humiliated and resentful, and his chest was so tight that he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

 The night is already dark, the mountains and forests are desolate, and there are occasional monsters roaring.

 The atmosphere in the mountains is becoming increasingly dangerous.

 “Let's go back first, we must get this debt back!”

Brother Duanjinmen's eyes are full of evil.

Other disciples did not dare to speak and supported each other as they walked down the mountain.

After they all left, Xun Ziyou slowly walked out of the shadows on the dark hillside and sighed slowly.

It's not his turn to take action.

A senior fellow from Duanjinmen who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, along with seven disciples who were in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, were treated like this.

Although the method was a bit harsh, it was still measured and he didn't really kill anyone.

But where did this child learn these methods?

Mingming looks fair and clean, well-behaved and smart, but how does he act? He looks wilted and bad, full of bad water...

Xun Ziyou shook his head, and then thought to himself:

“But that's okay. I'm not a person who lets others bully me. If I'm really bullied, I can get back on my feet without the help of the elders of the sect…”

 This is commendable.

 Being square on the inside and round on the outside, being principled and “unscrupulous”; following rules but not tying yourself up…

Xunzi was wandering and feeling sad, a little absent-minded.

“Senior Brother Xuan was very talented and upright back then, but maybe it was because he was too upright that he was easily broken..."

 “Maybe it would be better if he wasn't so upright...”

Mo Hua and his party returned to the sect just like that.

 The next day, Mo Hua practiced and went to class as usual just like no one else.

Xun Ziyou glanced at Mo Hua secretly and saw that his expression was as usual, as if nothing happened last night...

 He has never killed a mid-level second-grade pig demon.

 Haven't been robbed by the Golden Gate.

They even broke the Golden Gate and severely injured one of their senior brothers who was in the late stage of foundation building. He took off his clothes, hung him on a tree, and painted a turtle...

Xun Ziyou was a little helpless.

 This child has a big heart.

I am afraid that he really killed those disciples who broke the Golden Gate last night, but he can still come to class today without changing his expression.

 With such a definite character, he must be someone who does great things.

　　It means that you don't know whether the great deeds you do are good or bad, between good and evil.

Xun Ziyou shook his head.

 He turned around and left, going straight to Elder's Residence to visit Mr. Xun. He always has to report these experiences.

 But when he arrived at the elder's residence, Xun Ziyou unexpectedly found that Mr. Xun was stunned on the spot, holding a jade slip in his hand.

 Mr. Xun seemed to have discovered something surprising. His expression was trembling and his hands were trembling.

　　Xun Ziyou rarely saw his ancestor's expression like this.

The ancestor has a long life and a stern temperament, and his emotions and anger are not always expressed in his expression. He is rarely like this now, with a look of shock on his entire face.

 It must be something big happening...

Xun Ziyou didn't dare to go in for fear of offending his ancestors, so he placed a wooden stake outside the door.

 In the house, Mr. Xun was holding the jade slip, feeling as if he was in a state of turmoil.

 The disciple sent to investigate the experience of ink painting came back today and just presented the jade slips.

 In the jade slips, every word is shocking:

 Tongxian City, ink painting.

It is said that during the Qi refining period, he was responsible for building a first-grade five-element demon-slaying array, killing the big demon Feng Xi, and saving a city of monks.

 After that, the great formation collapsed and perished together with the great demon Feng Xi.

According to rumors, when the formation collapsed, the nine heavens suddenly changed, and the heavenly calamity thunder descended on him, patrolling above his head three times and returning without even injuring him at all...

 There is a master whose origin is unknown.

　　I once traveled abroad and built a foundation when I returned.

 Now he goes to Qianzhou to study alone.

All the achievements are engraved on the monument of the town, and the monks of the Baili Baili praise their names ...

Mr. Xun took a deep breath.

 In the Qi Refining Realm, set up a large formation, kill the big monster, and avoid the thunder!

These things are like fantasy, sounding like fairy anecdotes and monks' legends made up by storytellers, which are not trustworthy at all.

They have no idea what level of formation the great formation is.

I don't even know what it means to build a large formation during the Qi refining period.

There is also a big demon...

That was born from the evil changes of the great road, and it is a terrible evil to dominate one state.

It is even more nonsense to say that the calamity thunder can land without being injured.

 The origin of the Tribulation Thunder comes from the Dao of Heaven, and contains the power of laws that obliterate everything.

Within the law, gods and ghosts can kill, and evildoers can also kill, let alone a mere monk in the Qi refining period.

These words seem very absurd in the eyes of a powerful monk who has real experience in monasticism and understands the ins and outs of the Tao.

 But, the protagonist of these things...

 It is an ink painting.

Mr. Xun's heart trembled.

Mo Hua, this kid, has extraordinary spiritual awareness, and he knows it.

 With super-level spiritual consciousness, theoretically speaking, it is possible to reach the Qi-refining realm and rely on strong spiritual consciousness to learn and build a large formation...

 If you can build a large formation, you can fight against the big monster.

 It is possible for the great formation to collapse and die together with the great demon.

 And the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder obliterates everything within the rules.

 But the transcendence of spiritual consciousness means that it is outside the rules.

so…

It is not impossible for him to be unscathed by a thunderstorm.

So when you think about it, these ridiculous rumors... are actually reasonable?

Mr. Xun's pupils trembled slightly.

He suddenly realized that he had inferred a "fact" from his lifelong monastic knowledge that was obviously not in line with his monastic knowledge, but seemed to be reasonable?

 For a moment, Mr. Xun was a little unbelievable.

 He read the jade slip again, word for word.

 Each time I read a word, my eyelids twitched.

 After that, he noticed a line of words:

 “There is a master whose origin is unknown…”

 What kind of “master” can there be who can teach such disciples?

Mr. Xun suddenly had a guess that made his scalp numb:

This mysterious "master" with unknown origin, unknown identity, could not be...

 A figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Wearing white clothes, her face is extremely handsome. Between her brows, there is three parts free and easy, three parts arrogance, three parts unruly, and one part natural and natural immortal charm.

 A name that was deeply ingrained in my mind but almost never mentioned to others resurfaced:

Zhuang Daoling!

Mr. Xun took a deep breath and his heart trembled slightly.

 Ink painting…

 Are you that person's disciple? !

 Lao Xun felt cold sweat break out on his back.

 It's not like he hasn't guessed this before.

Not long after Mo Hua entered the door, he felt something vaguely.

Although the two people have obviously different appearances and different temperaments, one is unruly and the other is delicate and cute. They are obviously different.

But that kind of thorough understanding, understanding of the essence of the formation, and affinity for the great road are almost the same.

 A casual cultivator in a small fairy city will never have this natural temperament of harmony between man and nature if no one is there to guide him.

 But...how is this possible?

Mr. Xun frowned.

That man's vision is surprisingly high, and his disciples are all extremely talented people. How could he accept such a young monk with a middle-to-low-grade spiritual root as his disciple?

Furthermore, after this period of contact, Mr. Xun Lao can be sure that this child does not know the Immortal Formation.

 This doesn't make sense…

　　This child has learned very well in terms of understanding of battle patterns and understanding of "Tao".

These are no ordinary pointers.

 Being able to take the trouble to teach these things proves that the person wants to teach this child all his skills.

 But why, the most important Immortal Formation, is not taught at all?

 If you don't learn the Immortal Formation Style, you won't enter the Immortal Formation Way.

How do you calculate that you have obtained the true inheritance of immortality?

 It's not too late yet...

Mr. Xun's pale brows furrowed, and then he sighed deeply.

In any case, if Mo Hua is really that person's disciple, this is really a huge cause and effect...

Mr. Xun was in a heavy mood for a moment, even slightly palpitating.

Until he came back to his senses, he was slightly startled and found a "wooden stake" stuck at the door.

"come in."

Mr. Xun lowered his expression and said calmly.

Xun Ziyou, who was outside the door, saw that his ancestor's demeanor had calmed down, and there was no such depressing aura around him, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, stepped respectfully, and walked into the house.

 The Taoist boy came up and served tea.

Xun Ziyou took a sip of tea with some restraint, then spoke and whispered: "Ancestor, you..."

He wanted to ask if something happened that caused the ancestor's mood to change so drastically...

 But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them wisely.

 Disaster comes from the mouth, speak less and make fewer mistakes.

Mr. Xun was a little displeased, "If you have anything to say, just say it. We are all elders, and we owe it to my mother-in-law and mother..."

Xun Ziyou felt bitter in his heart and whispered: "It's about ink painting..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these two words came out, Mr. Xun's expression suddenly changed, and his whole body could not help but reveal the powerful aura of Dongxu Realm.

Xun Ziyou's heart trembled and he said quickly:

 “Ancestor…”

Mr. Xun was slightly startled, then he calmed down and asked calmly:

 “What happened to the ink painting?”

Xunzi sighed: "It's nothing, it's just that you asked me to take care of him. This child's methods are a bit...unusual?"

Mr. Xun frowned slightly.

Xun Ziyou then told everything he saw in the Demon Refining Mountain.

“The formation is very well drawn, and it has prestige among fellow sects…”

“Last night, he took four of his fellow disciples and killed a second-grade mid-level pig demon. The formation he used seemed to be a special formation that 'increases spiritual power'. I have never seen it before…”

“Later, there was a conflict with the disciples of Duanjinmen.”

“Broken Golden Gate, with a group of eight people and one late stage foundation builder, is no match at all.”

“And his method of setting up the formation is also a bit strange. It seems that he uses his thoughts as his pen and the earth as his medium..."

Mr. Xun was stunned.

 A formation method to amplify spiritual power, a method of drawing the ground into a formation...

These incredible methods are very similar to that person's handiwork.

With all these factors, Mr. Xun is now almost certain that the kid Mo Hua must be Zhuang Daoling's direct disciple!

Mr. Xun was a little stunned for a moment. He was still in disbelief and deeply puzzled.

Why did that man's direct disciple fall into my Taixu Sect?

 Why not Qiandao Sect?

Xun Ziyou didn't know what Mr. Xun was thinking, so he asked his doubts from the side:

“I have never seen these formations and the methods of setting them up. Could it be that... my ancestor taught him?”

Mr. Xun frowned and was about to deny it, but suddenly his mind changed.

Mr. Xun's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at Xun Ziyou, and said meaningfully:

 “Don't mention this to anyone.”

 He didn't say yes or no.

 But Xunzi understood it carefully and thought he understood it.

These formation methods were indeed taught privately by our ancestors.

You really cannot let others know about this kind of thing, lest people think that the ancestor is partial.

Although everyone knows that the ancestor is partial.

Xunzi You nodded and said: "Ancestor, don't worry, I will definitely keep my mouth shut!"

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

"It's just..." Xun Ziyou was still a little confused, "Ancestor, do you know these things yourself?"

Whether it is a spiritual power amplification formation or a spiritual consciousness formation method, he has never seen his ancestor use it.

The ancestor doesn't know how, how can he teach?

Mr. Xun looked at Xun Ziyou silently.

Xun Ziyou's heart tightened, and he immediately said with a smile: "My ancestor is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable in everything, but I am short-sighted..."

Mr. Xun had no expression on his face when he heard this.

Xun Ziyou was looking at Mr. Xun and felt on pins and needles for a moment.

I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Xun waved his hand and said, “Go and do your own business.”

Xunzi Youru was granted amnesty and immediately said:

 “Then I won't disturb the ancestor anymore, and I will say goodbye.”

 After finishing speaking, Xun Ziyou didn't want to stay for a moment, and immediately got up and left.

 The elders were inside, and only Mr. Xun was sitting alone.

Mr. Xun was deep in thought, his expression changing several times.

If that person is really involved, then the secret behind it would be unfathomable.

The water is too deep, and the cause and effect involved are also too great...

Mr. Xun frowned, then hesitated, and his eyes gradually deepened.

 Or, there is another possibility:

 This "opportunity" is so terrifying...

 (End of this chapter)

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