Asking About Longevity Chapter 808

Chapter 808: Traitor

 In addition, there is another issue that ink painting is more concerned about.

During class break, under a shady big tree in Demon Refining Mountain.

Mo Hua looked around and saw no one else, then whispered: "You two were arrested in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, does that mean that in your sect..."

Mo Hua paused and lowered his voice, "...Is there a traitor?"

Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu both had complicated expressions.

After a while, Linghu Xiao also whispered: "Elder Shangguan didn't let me tell anyone, but..."

But Mo Hua is not an outsider either.

What's more, Mo Huaben knows everything about the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Linghuxiao continued: "Elder Shangguan... suspects that some disciples and even elders in the sect have secretly communicated with other sects and betrayed information about his own disciples."

"He said that he had reported it to the ancestor. The ancestor was furious and the Chongxu Sect would conduct a thorough investigation secretly. He asked me to keep it secret and not let the news leak out."

Mo Hua nodded.

What the specific situation is, it's hard to say yet.

It is possible that a complete traitor has appeared in Chongxu Sect, betraying the sect and seeking personal gain.

It is also possible that simply because Linghuxiao was so talented, some old-school elders were jealous and fearful, so they betrayed the information about Linghuxiao and wanted to use others' help to get rid of this promising swordsman genius.

If Linghu Xiao can grow up and take the lead, it will naturally be a good thing for Chongxumen.

But sometimes, the interests of the sect are not in line with the interests of some elders.

Some people just want to lie on the sect and **** blood.

Whether the sect is strong or not does not mean much to them. Once the sect declines, they will change their tune and find another force to attract them.

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu again.

Ouyang Mu looked a little confused.

"That day, I really didn't know anything..."

"I was just practicing normally in the Disciples' Residence. I felt a little sleepy and took a nap. When I woke up, I found myself in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."

"Have you had any contact with anyone suspicious before this?" Mo Hua asked.

Ouyang Mu thought for a while and shook his head.

"Have you ever taken any pills?"

"Yes." Ouyang Mu nodded, "But they are all elixirs used for normal practice, such as the Yuan Pei Dan and the Spirit Gathering Pill."

Mo Hua frowned slightly and suddenly remembered something, "Are these pills your own?"

"Some of them are my own, and some..." Ouyang Mu thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Senior Brother Ma gave them to me..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

really…

That day at the foot of the mountain, he met Senior Brother Ma from Tai'amen walking with Xiao Mu. He said that he was entrusted by Senior Brother Ouyang Feng to send some pills, spiritual weapons and jade slips for cultivation to Xiao Mu.

At that time, he felt that this "Senior Brother Ma" had an evil aura that was vague or not.

At first he thought he might have contracted it accidentally.

Now it seems that this Senior Brother Ma may have a problem.

"Where are those pills?" Mo Hua asked.

"I left it all to my brother."

"Senior Brother Feng?"

"Well," Ouyang Mu replied, "After I returned from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, my brother went to my room, took away some things, and said he wanted to check."

Mo Hua nodded.

Senior Brother Feng is mature and steady, and has a delicate mind. Apparently he has also discovered something.

In this case, it's not easy for him to interfere.

Moreover, this is an internal matter within Tai'amen and Chongxu Sect, and has nothing to do with him, a young disciple of Tai'anmen. After all, he is not a junior fellow apprentice of Tai'amen and Chongxu Sect.

After the class, the disciples will be free to hunt monsters.

Ouyang is dull and doesn't have a good relationship with his classmates.

Linghuxiao is lonely and not very gregarious.

Therefore, this one who is a direct descendant of the Tai'amen and a genius of the Chongxu Sect is mixed up with the disciples of the Taixu Sect.

The elders of Tai'amen and Chongxumen could only sigh when they saw it, but they were helpless.

In the next few days, Mo Hua accidentally met Song Jian in the Demon Refining Mountain.

This was also the first time Mo Hua met Song Jian since the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Song Jian had not changed much. He was wearing a golden Broken Golden Gate Taoist robe and a precious spiritual sword. He had fair skin and a pretty face.

What has changed is his followers.

During these days in Jinmen, the situation was turbulent.

After the incident in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the Jin family stepped down and the Song family came to power. They began to reshuffle the cards, squeeze out the Jin family monks, and support the Song family's power, thereby gradually controlling the right to speak in Duanjinmen.

The Jin family has declined, and the Song family is no longer what it used to be.

As for Song Jian, as the core direct descendant of the Song family and a "disciple of meritorious officials" in the chaos in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he was naturally highly regarded.

Now when he goes out, the number of followers is almost twice as many as before.

Even some members of the Jin family, in order to survive, are willing to be his "followers" and try to please him in every possible way.

When Song Jian goes out now, he looks extremely majestic.

However, seeing the ink paintings, Song Jian's majestic demeanor couldn't help but restrain himself a little. His expression was a little complicated for a while, and he hesitated to speak several times.

"ink…"

Before he opened his mouth, other disciples of Jinmen Duanmen sneered:

"That boy from the Taixu Sect in front! He doesn't know what's right and how dares to block Young Master Song's way."

"That's right, if you don't get out of the way, we'll make you walk around without food..."

"Get out of the way quickly!"

Song Jian's followers all said arrogantly.

The expressions in the ink paintings are subtle.

The Taixu Sect broke through the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and caused the Jin family to step down, so that the Song family could take over.

But the Song family's attitude towards Taixu Sect seems to be no different from that of the Jin family.

This is not only the case for the upper levels of Jinmen Duanmen, but also for the disciples of Jinmen Duanmen below.

What's more, they were doing evil and causing trouble in the Demon Refining Mountain, and almost all of them were beaten by Taixu Sect disciples who were "fully armed" with formations by Mo Hua, so they were quite hostile to Taixu Sect.

At this time, when they saw Mo Hua wearing Taixu Sect Taoist robes, they naturally looked at him unkindly.

But they don't know who Mo Hua is.

Ink painting hides behind the scenes and rarely shows up.

Therefore, these Jinmen Duanmen disciples did not know that the "mastermind" behind the losses they suffered at the hands of the Taixu Sect was the young monk in front of them.

When they met at this time, they just thought Mo Hua was a young disciple of the Taixu Sect and yelled at him.

Mo Hua's temper isn't that good either.

It's not like he hasn't beaten the disciples of Duanjinmen.

Just when he was thinking about whether to call someone to teach these blind Jinmen disciples a lesson.

Song Jian suddenly said: "Ink painting!"

He pulled out a sword, pointed at the ink painting and sneered:

"When you offended me, you destroyed the sword embryo that I had nurtured for eighteen years and used to cast my natal magic weapon. I remember this debt clearly. Today I will avenge this sword!"

The losers next to them shouted:

"Why should the young master take action personally to deal with such little things?"

"I only need to make a slight move to kill him with my sword!"

"These little **** from the Taixu Sect can be controlled with just one hand. I am willing to do my best for you and avenge this sword!"

"Sir, I am willing to take action!"

Song Jian's eyes were cold, "How can you interfere with my hatred?"

The losers said again: "Yes, the young master is right."

"This kid must not be the enemy of Young Master Song!"

Unexpectedly, he slapped his hooves and went up.

Song Jian's face was slightly red, and he felt ashamed and annoyed.

"Shut up!"

"Yes, yes..." A group of people responded.

Song Jian said: "You stay here, me and this..."

Song Jian glanced at Mo Hua and said in a somewhat unnatural tone, "Let's have a showdown with this brat and then return to the sect."

"As commanded."

Everyone said.

Song Jian looked around, pointed his sword at a small forest, and said coldly to Mo Hua:

"I don't want to win without force, so here in the mountains and forests, you and I will fight to the death, one on one, without anyone else interfering!"

Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay."

After that, the two of them, one behind the other, entered the forest.

A group of Jinmenmen followed Song Jian's orders and stayed outside, but they were confused and looked at each other.

Someone frowned and said, "Master, why do you need to do this? If there is a grudge, why don't we all come together and take down this kid?"

"really…"

Someone sneered: "So Mr. Song is a fool."

Without Song Jian's absence, some people lost any respect and became arrogant.

What they cling to is Song Jian's status, not Song Jian's person.

When it comes to personal abilities, they all feel that they are no worse than Song Jian, it's just that their background is inferior.

"It's also possible..." Another disciple laughed, "Master Song was afraid of losing and losing face, so he found a place where no one was around to compete. Even if he lost at the hands of that kid, he wouldn't be embarrassed in public. ”

"Master Song, you can't really lose, right..."

"Lost to that brat?"

"What's impossible?"

"No matter what I say, it's not like that. The kid's blood and spiritual power are so weak. If the young master can lose, he will be such a waste..."

Everyone gloated and laughed.

In the mountains and forests.

Song Jian walked to a secluded place, sheathed his sword, found a big rock and sat down, sighing.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Don't you want to fight?"

Song Jian said speechlessly: "I can't beat you, how can I beat you?"

If it were before, he would still have some arrogance in his heart, thinking that with his own strength, he could defeat Mo Hua and avenge his "Broken Gold Sword" that was tortured into a sword-like state in Mo Hua's hands.

But after returning from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he completely gave up this idea.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

Let alone hitting him, if he really started to fight, he might not even know where Mo Hua was.

What's more, Mo Hua saved his life in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons...

Song Jian hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed deeply and said in an almost inaudible voice:

"Thank you, thank you..." Mo Hua asked, "What?"

Song Jian became angry and said, "Thank you!"

"oh…"

Mo Hua nodded.

"So, you came to me to thank me? Thank me for saving your life in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?" Mo Hua said.

"That's right..."

After Song Jian finished speaking, his expression changed and he fell silent again.

Mo Hua observed the words and expressions, his eyes moved slightly, and asked curiously: "Are you...have something on your mind?"

"No." Song Jian said with a straight face.

Mo Hua naturally didn't believe it.

"If you have something on your mind, you can tell me. Although I may not necessarily help you, I should be able to give you some advice."

Song Jian didn't want to say it, but he looked up at Mo Hua and saw Mo Hua's clear and deep eyes. Somehow, he thought there was nothing wrong with saying it.

Moreover, apart from ink painting, he actually felt that there was no one else who could talk about it.

Especially things related to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons...

Song Jian looked a little lonely and said slowly:

"I realized that my parents don't actually care about my life or death..."

Mo Hua was startled, "Why do you say that?"

Song Jian said: "When I was in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, I had one of my little fingers amputated and gave it to my parents, but there was no movement at all from my parents' place."

"Jin Gui said, my parents are weighing the pros and cons and whether to save me. If the price is too high, they would rather I die. They shed some tears and feel comfortable with it, so forget it. Anyway, I am not the only one in the Song family. son."

"I didn't believe Jin Gui's words at first..."

"However, after I returned from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, I found that although my parents were happy, they were not as...ecstatic as I imagined..."

"They did know for a long time that I was trapped in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, but they didn't take any action. Even the Song family elders and many people knew about it, but they didn't know what balance they went through, and in the end they seemed to plan to take me away. …”

Song Jian's face turned ugly, "...I'm an outcast..."

"Abandoned son?"

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

"Well," Song Jian murmured, "What are they planning? Even my parents have gotten some benefits from it, so they don't care much about my life or death."

"It seems that me coming back alive is just a surprise to them, even..."

Song Jian's eyes were cold, "...I'm more like a 'gift'."

Mo Hua frowned.

He has long heard about the cruelty and indifference based on the balance of interests within the family.

But he had never thought that this kind of thing would happen to Song Jian before.

"How many brothers do you have?" Mo Hua asked.

"I have two brothers," Song Jian said, "I am the youngest, but my talent is far less than that of my two brothers, my practice is not as hard as theirs, and my work is not as ruthless as theirs..."

Song Jian pointed out of the woods, "Besides, I'm not very good at convincing people."

"Now that the Song family has become more powerful, there are more scoundrels around me. I can't drive them away, but I actually know that they look down on me in their hearts."

He had never thought about these things in a comfortable life before.

But in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, walking around with fear from the **** mouth of the knife, many problems can naturally be seen clearly.

"No one can be trusted in this world..."

"The sect is unreliable, the family is unreliable, the parents are unreliable, the brothers are unreliable, let alone those losers."

Song Jian looked a little confused.

Mo Hua thought for a while and then patted Song Jian on the shoulder, "So, you can only rely on yourself."

Song Jian looked indifferent, "I know I can rely on myself, but... I can't rely on myself either..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said generously, "I'll help you."

Song Jian looked at the ink painting silently, feeling that this sentence was very inconsistent.

You, a disciple of the Taixu Sect, help me, a disciple of the Golden Sect, for no reason or reason?

Mo Hua asked: "Did I save you?"

Song Jian nodded, "So..."

"Do we have a life-long friendship?"

"can say that…"

Song Jian hesitated.

"Isn't that enough," Mo Hua said, "It's a long road, and searching up and down must be an extremely long process. The most important thing is to have 'like-minded' fellow Taoists who can help each other and achieve mutual benefit!"

"I've saved your life, but you still don't believe me?"

Song Jian hesitated, "But... we have different positions after all."

"What position?"

"The sects are different..."

"What does this have to do with you?" Mo Hua asked with a puzzled look on his face, "You are not the leader of Duanjin Sect, you are just an ordinary disciple. What are you doing with your leisure time?"

"But my Song family... is the Song family of Duanjinmen after all, and I am a disciple of the Song family..."

Before Song Jian finished speaking, Mo Hua sighed:

"What does this have to do with you?"

"You are a disciple of the Song family, but at the critical moment, you will still be sold by the Song family. You have said it yourself, the family is unreliable. Your father and mother have three sons, and a bowl of water cannot be leveled. They may not always let you go. In their hearts, what they weigh in every situation is their own interests.”

"In that case, why are you so worried about yourself?"

Song Jian was "fooled" by the ink paintings and was a little confused.

"But, you destroyed my natal sword embryo..."

Ink painting: "Just a natal sword embryo..."

Song Jian said angrily: "What do you mean by a 'merely' natal sword embryo? I have carried this sword embryo with me since I was learning swordsmanship, and have been raising it till now. It has taken me eighteen years, and we are inseparable! Eighteen! Year!"

The more Song Jian thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more his heart ached.

Mo Hua sighed again and asked: "What do we monks want for the rest of our lives?"

Song Jian was stunned by Mo Hua's question. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Immortality?"

"Yes! Immortality!" Mo Hua asked again, "How many years does immortality last?"

Song Jian frowned, "Since you are immortal, you will naturally live as long as heaven and earth. Why do you care about how many years?"

"That's right!" Mo Hua said again, "So, your lifelong pursuit is to live forever, to live as long as heaven and earth, to live for tens of millions of years. Do you still need to care about this mere eighteen years of warming up the sword embryo?"

Song Jian was a little stupid.

He suddenly felt that what Mo Hua said seemed to make sense...

Since his goal is to become an immortal, live forever, and live forever.

Then the eighteen years of warming up the sword embryo only lasted a moment, so why should we care about it?

Mo Hua patted Song Jian's shoulder again, "So, take a long-term view and don't care about the immediate gains and losses. Otherwise, you will have a narrow mind and it will be difficult to reach the peak of the great road..."

Song Jian couldn't help but nodded.

But he still has some concerns, "You said we help each other, but how do we help each other? I will not betray the Song family, nor will I betray Duanjinmen."

"I didn't ask you to betray..." Mo Hua said, "It's just that we exchange some information. I want to know what information. You tell me if you are in trouble, and I will help you solve it."

"On the surface, you are still the core disciple of the Duanjin Sect, a direct descendant of the Song family, and you are at odds with my Taixu Sect, but behind the scenes, we cooperate with each other and make progress together."

"In this way, each other leaves a way out, and if trouble occurs in the future, there will be an extra way to survive."

"how do you feel?"

Song Jian thought about it carefully and couldn't help but feel that Mo Hua's proposal was very good.

It would definitely not be possible for him to betray his family or sect.

But secretly, it would be best to find a powerful helper for yourself.

Everything about the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons came to Song Jian's mind again.

He sighed silently in his heart.

As far as monks of the same realm are concerned, Mo Hua is really too strong...

Not that kind of strong in terms of combat power on paper, but a kind of cunning, weird, and incredible strength.

It's completely confusing.

If he were an enemy of ink painting, he would have no confidence at all.

But if he is an "accomplice", then he will feel much more at ease.

"good…"

Song Jian nodded silently, feeling relieved.

Mo Hua wanted to say something else, but suddenly he heard someone calling his name outside the mountain forest, and he said: "Remember, if you have anything to do in the future, come to the Demon Refining Mountain to find me."

"Yeah." Song Jian responded.

After that, Mo Hua fired several fireballs into the open space.

Song Jian was slightly startled, but then he immediately understood. He activated his spiritual power and slashed many swords at the nearby big tree, creating a scene like after a big battle.

Then the two of them walked out of the forest, one behind the other, on guard against each other.

Outside the forest, Cheng Mo and Situ Jian were shouting Mo Hua's name while confronting the disciples of Duanjinmen.

Seeing that the ink painting came out and was safe and sound, Cheng Mo and the others felt relieved.

Mo Hua wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, pointed at Song Jian and sneered:

"Baby face, I want you to look good next time!"

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "You are lucky this time. Next time we meet, I will cut you into pieces!"

Then he snorted coldly, shook his head and walked away with an arrogant look.

Cheng Mo couldn't stand his appearance, so he said angrily: "Good boy, you are uttering arrogant words, do you think I won't chop you up?"

"Okay, okay," Mo Hua stopped him, "It's getting late, it's time to go back."

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Situ Jian asked.

"It's okay. How could anything happen to me in the Demon Refining Mountain?" Mo Hua said.

Situ Jian thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right."

After that, both parties left separately.

The forest became quiet again.

Except for Mo Hua and Song Jian, no one knew about the agreement they had reached secretly.

And because this was during the "teaching" period of the sect, Elder Xun Ziyou did not stare at the ink paintings, so he knew nothing about this matter.

On the way back, Mo Hua silently thought:

"There is a traitor in Tai'amen, there is a traitor in Chongxumen, and now there is a traitor in Duanjinmen."

He was still put in by himself.

The better Song Jian gets along, the easier it will be for him to do things in the future.

"It would be great if one day he could become an elder Dangdang..."

When he thought of this, Mo Hua was suddenly startled and couldn't help but think:

"Song Jian, this boy, will never be able to become the head of Duanjinmen in the future..."

(End of chapter)

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