Asking About Longevity Chapter 744

Chapter 744 Xiaomu (Additional update for the alliance leader Crazy Ye Weiyang~)

Afterwards, the two parties exchanged a few words and then parted ways.

After Mo Hua said goodbye to Ouyang Feng, he walked around in the mountains for a while, picked out a goshawk, killed it with a flying sword, and then peeled off the ingredients.

 When it gets dark, Mo Hua goes down the mountain and replaces the materials with meritorious deeds at the mountain gate.

Handled the sword alone, killed two birds and monsters, and obtained nearly 1,800 merit points.

 The ink painting is satisfying.

Just when he was going down the mountain, he looked back at the Demon Refining Mountain and found that not only were people coming and going at the mountain gate, but there were also many more disciples hunting monster beasts inside the Demon Refining Mountain.

 “It's getting more and more lively...”

Mo Hua smiled slightly and thought to himself.

 After Mo Hua left, after a while, another figure appeared at the mountain gate.

When the disciple guarding the mountain gate saw this, he immediately raised his hands and said:

 “Elder Xun.”

"Um."

Xun Ziyou nodded.

Next to him, there was another Tai'amen elder who was in charge of the mountain gate. He was familiar with Xunzi and had a good relationship with him on weekdays. Seeing this, he couldn't help but said strangely:

“Ziyou, why do you always run to the mountains when you have nothing to do during this period? This is not like you..."

 He knew that Xun Ziyou was a lazy person.

On weekdays, I guard the mountain gate, drink tea, blow the wind, and chat. If there is nothing important, I am always too lazy to move.

Unexpectedly, he has recently changed his temper and lives in the mountains all day long.

Xun Ziyou sighed deeply, feeling helpless.

 There is no other way, the "little ancestor" has entered the mountains, why should I follow him?

 His two legs were broken and he was fine.

 But if that little ancestor breaks a hair, he will be in big trouble.

Xun Ziyou sat down helplessly, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and calmed down his shock silently.

 For some reason, every time Mo Hua went into the mountains, he felt a little nervous.

Especially the sword-riding man, it made him tremble in his heart.

He didn't even expect that this "little ancestor" obviously didn't practice swordsmanship, and was not a swordsman, how on earth could he tinker with such a skill. It looked like a "half-baked" skill, and strictly speaking, it was also a "pseudo swordsmanship", but it was inexplicable and strange. , comes from the "sword control technique" with extremely amazing effects.

 Is this child too daring to think?

 Or am I already old and my thinking is too conservative?

Especially this sword control technique, which is extremely fast and far away, does not consume much spiritual energy, and does not rely on sword energy.

 It's actually a bit outrageous.

 In the middle stage of foundation building, a distance of 1,780 feet, without any degradation, is fast and accurate. What is the concept of wielding a sword? !

Xun Ziyou's eyelids twitched.

 Fortunately, this little ancestor's spiritual sword is weak, and the sword formation has not been studied yet.

 Otherwise, in the realm of foundation building, it would really be random killing.

If this imperial sword technique, if he repaired Dacheng, a sword flew in a blink of an eye, others were afraid that he hadn't seen him, and his life would be gone.

Xun Ziyou was surprised and surprised.

The ancestor is indeed an old ancestor. Sure enough, his eyes were like a torch.

From the abandoned firewood qualifications of the Ling Gen, it can be seen that the ink painting is extraordinary, and it really is old -fashioned ...

Xun Ziyou shook his head, sat down and took a sip of tea.

“There are too many Taixu Sect disciples in the mountain, I have to keep an eye on them.”

 He made an excuse at random.

 Elder Tai'amen did not doubt that he was there, nodded and said:

 “That's right…”

 In the Demon Refining Mountain, the tops of several outer mountains are now all disciples of the Taixu Sect.

 He wanted to stare at it.

"Speaking of which," Elder Tai'amen said a little strangely, "your current generation of disciples is so weird that it looks completely different from the previous ones..."

Xun Ziyou held the tea cup and sighed in his heart without finishing a sip of tea:

This is because of ink painting!

 The painting style of the entire group of disciples has been led astray.

 Although generally speaking, the atmosphere in the sect is quite peaceful.

 But one or two, they are both family geniuses, their eyes are higher than the top, and no one will obey the other.

 After entering the Demon Refining Mountain, they also competed with each other and compared with each other, not wanting to fall behind others.

Unlike now, everyone is extremely obedient, wearing the same armor, carrying the same spiritual weapon, and holding the same "strategy", and neatly go into the mountains to hunt monsters.

Even the atmosphere of practicing and doing things on weekdays is much more harmonious and united because of this "little senior brother" who controls the situation and makes decisions.

 On the other hand, other sects have not changed much.

 The disciples in the sect basically want to stand out, compete with the prodigies, and carve out a future for themselves.

Xunzi was startled for a moment. Thinking of the calm and friendly appearance of the ink paintings, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind:

“Water is good for all things and does not compete with it. Because it does not compete with others, no one can compete with it..."

  Killing like a sword, gentle like water.

Xun Ziyou pondered silently, feeling secretly shocked.

Seeing that Xunzi had been silent for a long time, Elder Tai'amen looked at him with some confusion.

Xun Ziyou noticed this look and said vaguely: "I don't know about this..."

"But speaking of it, this is also a good thing. Formations and spiritual weapons are meant to be used. It is also a skill to be able to make the most of your talents and make the best use of the array."

Elder Tai Amen thought for a moment and nodded slightly:

“What you said makes sense.”

Xun Ziyou suddenly thought of something and said to Elder Tai'amen:

“Some of your disciples, Tai Amen, seem to be getting a little close to Duanjinmen these days?”

Elder Tai'amen glanced at Xun Ziyou silently, with unclear meaning.

Xun Ziyou was startled, frowned and said, "What are your plans?"

 Elder Tai'amen looked slightly sideways.

 Xunzi understood it carefully.

The two of them got up, entered the secret room inside, and activated the sound isolation formation.

Elder Tai'amen looked around and lowered his voice:

"Ziyou, you and I have known each other for many years, and I won't hide it from you. But you can only listen to these words here and don't spread them outside."

Xun Ziyou's eyes darkened slightly and he nodded.

 Elder Tai'amen said in a deep voice: “I'm Tai'amen and want to go further!”

Xun Ziyou's eyes were slightly solemn and he nodded slightly, "Do you want to join the four major sects?"

 Elder Tai Amen looked like it was natural.

Xun Ziyou frowned, "It's impossible. The four major sects and eight gates are all custom-made. It's impossible to easily tamper with the results of one or two Tao discussions."

 Elder Tai'amen smiled slightly and said, “The system is going to be changed.”

Xun Ziyou's eyes narrowed.

 He had heard this news before, but he didn't take it seriously.

The restructuring of the sect is a major event, and if it is really to be implemented, there will be many obstacles.

 In the past hundreds of years, it was not that no one mentioned it, but most of them were thunderous and rainy, and nothing happened in the end.

"real?"

“It's hard to say until the dust settles, but it's said to be very likely.”

Elder Tai Amen added: "If the sects are really reorganized and the original structure of four major sects and eight gates is broken, then our Tai'amen opportunity will come!"

 “This opportunity is once in a lifetime!”

“As you said, the four major sects and eight gates are customized and will not change due to the temporary strength or weakness of the sect.”

 “I am too Amen, even if it is really stronger than the four major sects in terms of strength, it will not really make it to the top.”

“But as long as the sect is reorganized, everything is possible!”

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "So, you plan to collude with Duanjinmen?"

"It's not 'collusion'," Elder Tai'amen was a little speechless. "It sounds so ugly... it's called supporting each other, watching and helping each other."

 “I am so amen, I want to go one step further and cross from the eight gates to the four major sects.”

“He broke the Golden Gate, so naturally he also wanted to make progress, from the Twelve Flows to the Eighth Gate.”

“Although on the surface, there is no distinction between the Eight Gates and the Twelve Flows, there is still a big difference in the sect system and external reputation.”

Xun Ziyou looked a little ugly and said helplessly:

“When some people make progress, others will inevitably regress…”

“He took a step forward through the Golden Gate and entered the Eight Gates. Then I, the Taixu Gate, will not take a step back and fall into the Twelve Gates..."

 Elder Tai'amen sighed, “It depends on you Taixumen yourself.”

“When it comes to the interests of the sect, you can't rely on anyone else, you can only rely on yourself.”

“Let me put it bluntly, if your Taixu Sect is really strong, you can take advantage of this opportunity and directly enter the four major sects.”

"If you fail to live up to your expectations and fall from the eight gates, who can you blame?"

Xun Ziyou sighed slightly.

Elder Tai'amen glanced at Xun Ziyou, took a sip of tea, and said slowly:

"I, the head of Tai'amen, have already talked with the great elder of Duanjinmen. I don't know exactly what they talked about, but I think it was about the sect's restructuring and helping each other."

 “Duanjinmen's network of contacts is still extensive.”

“There are some things that our three sects, Tai'a, Chongxu, and Taixu, which come from the same origin, do not possess.”

"The sect intends to make good friends, so naturally there will be more contacts between the disciples below."

He sighed again, "You and I have been friends for so many years. I won't hide it from you, but I also want to remind you that you'd better be careful at Taixu Gate."

 “What is really important is the Dao Conference.”

“Our three sects come from the same blood, and our ancestors share the same spirit. I don't hope that by then our Tai'amen will be promoted to the four major sects, and we will take one step closer to the Xumen, while your Taixumen will fall down from the eighth gate...”

 Elder Tai'amen looked at Xun Ziyou with a complicated expression.

Xun Ziyou looked serious, and finally sighed deeply:

"I see…"

 The restructuring has set off undercurrents at the top levels of various sects.

 But he still knows nothing about ink painting, and no one has mentioned it to his young disciple.

 He still practices silently and attends classes every day.

At the same time, he was also drawing formations day and night, hoping to break through the realm as soon as possible and reach the eighteen lines of spiritual consciousness, and then learn the formations of the eighteen lines.

 But the limitations of the laws of heaven are still there.

 His spiritual consciousness cannot increase.

When he has free time, he also studies ink painting. He knows the "laws of heaven" in the sea and wants to know its secrets.

It's a pity that after thinking hard for a long time, I still found nothing.

 After all, things at the level of "laws" are far away from him, a young monk in the foundation-building realm.

Mo Hua then realized that he had been a little arrogant before.

 He can only settle for the next best thing.

 I don't ask to understand the mystery of the law, I just ask it to get out of here as soon as it is full, and don't delay the breakthrough of my own spiritual realm.

 As the ink painting refines the spiritual consciousness, this law is gradually loosened.

 I just don't know when I can really feed it and relieve its limitations...

During the ten-day break, Mo Hua went to practice swordsmanship, kill eagles, and earn merit as usual. As soon as the sword was drawn, the golden light flashed and the goshawk fell.

Mo Hua rushed over with a knife, bleeding, plucking hair, skinning, deboning, and taking various materials.

At noon, he was a little tired. He drank some fruit wine and ate some spiritual meat, then climbed to a big tree, closed his eyes and rested, preparing to rest.

 But he didn't rest long before he noticed some movement.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked down from among the dense forest leaves. He saw a group of five people fighting a monster.

These five people were wearing Tai'amen robes.

Ink Hua has never seen the other four people.

 But one person is an "acquaintance", it is the younger brother named "Ouyang Mu" whom Senior Brother Feng entrusted him to take care of.

It is completely different from the tall and heroic Senior Brother Feng, who has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes.

This younger brother looks thin, with a bronzed complexion. He really looks a bit like a "little piece of wood."

 And what they faced was a second-level elementary monster.

The skin is red with flames, long fangs, black claws, brown eyes with fiery red, and there are traces of fire in its movements. It is a fire-based monster called the "Fire Demon Wolf".

The fire demon wolf's strength, whether it is weak or strong, is quite satisfactory among the second-grade primary demon beasts.

In Mo Hua's eyes, it's nothing.

 But it is extremely difficult for novices to deal with these Tai Amen.

There were five of them in total, including "Little Wood" Ouyang Mu, each holding a red-yellow spiritual sword and fighting the fire demon wolf at close range.

 Tai'amen is good at sword-making, and his spiritual sword is of extremely high quality.

 In conjunction with this sword-making skill, what they practiced was also similar to physical sword-skilling.

The physical body is strong, the spiritual sword is sharp, coupled with the strength of physical training and the sword energy of the sword, when it comes to real fighting, the strength is very strong.

Although it is not like spiritual cultivation or sword-controlling swordsmanship, you can perform powerful superior Taoist techniques or sword-controlling skills by accumulating energy.

But this kind of swordsmanship, which is similar to martial arts, is fast, flexible, and can advance and retreat freely.

 In close combat, the advantage is huge, so it should not be underestimated.

Senior Brother Ouyang Fengfeng practices this type of swordsmanship.

 When I was doing bounties before, I relied on Senior Brother Feng to attack and defend as a whole, and he was responsible for fighting the evil cultivators head-on.

 Senior Sister Murong, including herself, has the space to cast spells calmly.

 It's just that these Tai'amen "junior brothers" are completely incomparable to senior brother Feng.

Not only their personal cultivation, but also their swordsmanship and fighting experience, including the quality of the spiritual swords in their hands, are all far behind.

 Especially the "little wood", they are clumsy and have no idea what they are doing when they fight.

When he shouldn't have taken action, he stepped forward and stabbed him with a sword, exposing his own flaw and giving the monster an opportunity to take advantage of it.

　　When it was time for him to take action, he hesitated and did not dare to draw his sword, thus wasting the opportunity.

 The other Tai'amen disciples are pretty good.

  But it's just a “make do” level.

 Just relying on the foundation of cultivation and youthful spirit, I dare to fight and kill.

 There is no consideration between advancing and retreating, attacking and defending, and the timing is relatively rough.

 Far worse than Situ and others.

 Not even as clever as Hao Xuan.

 At their level, they will definitely not be able to kill the Fire Demon Wolf.

Sure enough, after several people fought for a while, the Fire Demon Wolf showed a flaw and attracted two Tai'amen disciples to take action.

It stimulated its demonic power and surged with fierce fire. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the two disciples were eager to perform meritorious deeds and had no energy left to change their moves, they rushed out and turned into a flame, disappearing into the distance.

These Tai'amen disciples finally understand the principle of not chasing after poor enemies.

What's more, this is Demon Refining Mountain.

 And their spiritual power is running out.

Several people meditated on the spot and recovered their spiritual power. At the same time, they complained:

 “Let this beast get away again!”

 “I've been here several times, but I can't get around you.”

Some people complained about Ouyang Mu, "Mu Mu, you always make mistakes. You make too many mistakes. Otherwise, we would have killed this wolf monster long ago."

Someone else said: "Do you remember what we told you?"

“If you haven't made any progress, how can we take you into the mountains in the future?”

Ouyang Mu lowered his head, a little ashamed, and said nothing.

 One of the disciples looked at Lai Qi and said, "You are talking!"

 “If it weren't for your brother…”

 “Okay!” a slightly older disciple said, “It's meaningless to talk about this now.”

The disciple swallowed his words, but it was obvious that he was still angry.

“If this continues, you won't be able to catch a single monster, and you won't be able to earn any merit. It's just a waste of time…”

Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone knew who he was talking about.

The scene was a little quiet.

Mo Hua shook his head slightly.

Although Xiaomu was indeed inexperienced and unfamiliar with swordsmanship, he also made many mistakes, which held him back.

But their team, with its own strength, has no way of hunting monsters. Even without Xiaomu, someone with the same strength as them would still not be able to kill the Fire Demon Wolf.

  If the monster hunt fails, the little wood who is holding him back should take some of the blame.

 But it's a bit unreasonable to blame it entirely on Xiao Mu.

People tend to blame their own faults on others, thus failing to recognize their own shortcomings.

 But this is Tai'amen's own business, and there is no need for Mo Hua to come forward.

　　After that, the five Tai Amen people searched the mountains for a while, but could not find any trace of the fire demon wolf. It was getting late, so they had no choice but to go home.

On the way back, the other four people looked at Xiao Mu with somewhat complaining eyes.

Ouyang Mu just lowered his head.

Mo Hua watched them go down the mountain without meddling in their own business.

 The next day, Mo Hua went into the mountain to practice sword-wielding as before.

 At about noon, Mo Hua rested on the big tree again, and then after a while, as expected, he saw Ouyang Mu again.

Ouyang Mu and his party are still five people, but this time there are new people around him.

 The four people he formed a team with were no longer the same ones as yesterday.

 I don't know, but Ouyang Mu was too embarrassed to trick them, so he changed teams.

It was the other four who disliked Ouyang Mu for holding him back, so they stopped playing with him.

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

 Their target this time seems to be the Fire Demon Wolf.

 But it is very difficult for such a novice demon hunting team to hunt down an early stage second-grade demon beast.

Not surprisingly, they failed.

　　Although all five people are bad, the person who is the most bad must bear all the faults.

Ouyang Mu was criticized again.

But he has a dull personality and is not good at talking.

Several other people quarreled with each other, and then the team dispersed before they even got down the mountain.

Mo Hua could see that among the five people, Ouyang Mu was the weakest, but he was the one who wanted to hunt monsters the most.

 The other four people are not so much hunting monsters as they are competing for performance and limelight, with almost no coordination at all.

 At this time, the other four people had left, and only Ouyang Mu stayed where he was.

 He clenched the sword in his hand, looking resolute, but looking around, he felt a little painful.

He seems to want to continue hunting monsters, but he also knows that his strength is low and he is no match for monsters.

 But he was a little unwilling to go down the mountain like this.

Ouyang Mu stood there blankly, hesitating, looking a little confused, not knowing what to do...

Mo Hua looked at it and sighed, then shouted from the high branches of the big tree:

 “Little wood!”

Ouyang Mu, who was in a daze, was stunned when he heard the sound. He looked up and saw a little monk not much older than him, with red lips and white teeth, standing on the big tree not far away, standing with his feet vertically on the big tree, walking step by step. down.

Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment and then recognized it.

This is what I saw in the Demon Refining Mountain that day. He was obviously about the same age as me, but he could talk and laugh with his brother freely. His name seemed to be...

 "ink painting".

 "Mo...Hello, Senior Brother Mo!"

Ouyang Mu said cautiously but politely.

Mo Hua was a little surprised and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I..." Ouyang said dullly, "I'm hunting monsters..."

 He said this, a little embarrassed to say it.

 Because his ability to hunt monsters is really a mess.

 It has been two days and not a single monster has been killed.

Mo Hua asked again: "Your family members have all left, aren't you going back?"

Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the process of hunting monsters by his group had been witnessed by Mo Hua.

Ouyang Mu's expression became depressed, but he still shook his head and said firmly:

 “I won't leave, I want to kill the fire demon wolf.”

 “Why?” Mo Hua didn't quite understand.

Ouyang Mu whispered: "I want the backbone of the fire wolf..."

 “What do you want a spine for?”

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then his eyes suddenly shone and he said in surprise:

 “Can you forge a sword?!”

He has long heard people mention that the three sects of Tai'a, Chongxu and Taixu are closely related, and the most famous one of Tai'a is Tai'a's sword-making skills!

Ouyang Mu was a little flustered by the ink painting, and nodded numbly.

Mo Hua smiled brightly, "You just said, what do you want?"

Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment and repeated in a low voice:

 “The...spine of the fire demon wolf.”

Mo Hua nodded and whistled.

 After a while, a Taixu Sect disciple came from afar and ran over in a hurry and arrived in front of the ink painting:

 “Little senior brother!”

Mo Hua said: "Kill a fire demon wolf and give me its spine."

"okay!"

The disciple ran away in a hurry again.

Then a moment later, there was a commotion in the forest in the distance, followed by the explosion of formations, the shouts of monks and the roars of monsters.

 Finally, after everything calmed down, the disciple ran back and handed a blood-stained, red, flame-stained spine to Mo Hua.

Ouyang Mu looked at the spine and slowly opened his mouth.

 The backbone of the fire demon wolf!

During these days, he tried his best, begged many people, and went through a lot of hardships. He finally formed a team and fought against the monsters with great difficulty. However, even after the team was dispersed, he still could not get this spine. .

 But in the end, he didn't even understand what happened for a moment.

 A fresh fire wolf demon spine with blood and fire just placed in front of you?

Ouyang Mu looked in disbelief.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the ink painting blankly, feeling shocked:

Who is this Senior Brother Mo...

 (End of this chapter)

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