Asking About Longevity Chapter 816

Chapter 816 Old Enmity (Added update for the Silver Alliance of Mr. Mu Baijinyu~)

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 only give you five breaths and two choices. Within five breaths, either you come out on your own, or I blow up the cave and force you to come out. "

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

"I met an 'old fried dough stick' who doesn't know how to deal with oil and salt. It's really difficult to deal with..."

The ink paintings outside the cave have begun to count.

Counting from five to one, no matter who the monk was in the cave, he was 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 fireballs at the slightest disagreement.

The other two spiritual powers circulated to the soles of the feet, ready to run away as soon as 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, thin and short, his expression is 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 cultivation aura, 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.

And 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 was standing in the middle of his killing array, with the initiative in his own hands, how could 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, and 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.

Nor is it called 'Zhao Hai'.

As for the third-grade Zhao family elder south of the Yunzhou boundary, 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 and said, "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 the 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:

Talking nonsense 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. He was not sure whether he believed it or not, so he asked softly:

"I have answered all the questions my little friend asked. I wonder if I can..."

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 comprehensive.

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 took action just now. Please forgive me, little brother. But..."

The old man looked solemn, "Please don't pursue the matter of 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 me..."

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 composed temperament.

If you don't really have the ability and connections, you would never be able to brag like this.

This son is probably a descendant of a large family or sect...

Not to be offended.

Moreover, this young man was right.

The old man himself knew that if he continued to hide like this, he would be cornered soon.

And his long-cherished wish is far from being realized...

The old man looked troubled, and finally sighed, "Okay, little friend, if you want to know anything, just ask. If I know, I will tell you."

"It would be best if my friend is willing to help afterward. If you are not willing to help, please leave peacefully and don't reveal my whereabouts."

"Okay!" Mo Hua nodded.

Although this old man can be cunning, he is still somewhat candid.

"Your surname is not Zhao, right?" Mo Hua said.

The old man clasped his fists: "My dear friend, please forgive me. We meet by chance, so naturally it is impossible for us to tell you our real name."

"Your surname is also Yu?"

The old man was silent for a moment and nodded, "Yes, my surname is Yu and my name is Yu Canghai."

"Yu Canghai..."

Mo Hua silently remembered it and asked again: "Who is chasing you?"

The old man sighed, with teeth-gnashing hatred on his face: "It's... Guishuimen..."

"Guishuimen?"

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

He didn't expect that there was something about Guishuimen involved.

But that's not right...

Mo Hua frowned, "Did you see with your own eyes that the disciples of Guishui Sect chased you?"

The old man shook his head and said: "Guishuimen will not take action personally. They are hiding in the dark. The ones who really hunted me down are some desperate evil cultivators hired by Guishuimen."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank, "Do you have any evidence?"

The old man sneered, "What more evidence do you need? The current senior leaders of Guishui Sect are the traitors of Shuiyun Sect. They betrayed Shuiyun Sect and took refuge in Dao Ting. After Shuiyun Sect was destroyed, they stole the inheritance of Shuiyun Sect and changed their appearance. Taking the "Water Prison Gate" instead, it became the Guishui Gate, one of the twelve schools today!"

"There is a blood feud between Guishui Sect and my Shuiyun Sect! In order to cover up the scandal of the year, these evil beasts like Guishui Sect want to kill all the descendants of my Shuiyun Sect!"

Mo Hua's expression remained normal, but his heart was shaken.

He didn't know that there was still this past between Guishui Gate and Shuiyun Gate.

That being said, Guishuimen is also controlling the affairs of Yujia Water Village?

Mo Hua sighed silently in his heart:

"The relationship between the sects of the aristocratic families is really complicated. If you don't dig it yourself, you won't know that there are so many involvements in it."

Then Mo Hua frowned again and said: "When the Water Prison Sect was destroyed a thousand years ago, the rumor was that... your entire Shui Prison Sect was possessed by demons. Is this really true?"

The old man said: "Of course it's impossible. This is a frame-up!"

The old man's tone was very determined.

But when Mo Hua asked him what was going on.

But the old man hesitated and couldn't explain clearly.

Mo Hua probably understood.

He probably didn't know either. He was just trying to protect the reputation of his sect with the thought that "his sect must be innocent."

After all, that was more than a thousand years ago. He, the golden elixir, would not live that long, let alone know it clearly.

"Then if the water prison gate is destroyed, shouldn't everyone be in jail? How come there are still descendants?"

Mo Hua asked curiously.

The old man sighed: "The tree fell and the hozens scattered. A sect is already flourishing. There are so many elders, disciples, and in-laws who are married to various aristocratic families. They are deeply involved. How can it really be settled?"

"That is to say, the main sect leaders, the elders and the disciples of the inner sect, arrest them, kill them, and give them an explanation."

"Many other monks who are related to each other have asked for help from above, but even the Taoist court will only turn a blind eye and will not really pursue the matter to the end."

"Some of our monks in the Yu family managed to survive through this..."

The old man looked lonely, "But even so, we can only flee, hide our identity, and dare not return to Qianzhou..."

Mo Hua asked: "Then why are you back?"

"Because..." the old man's expression was filled with sorrow, "I'm almost dead..."

"I was living in exile, and life was not easy. Then I suffered a catastrophe. The bloodline of the Yu family was almost gone..."

"Seeing that the bloodline is about to be cut off, and there is no one to pass on the Water Prison Sect's tradition, I really have no choice but to take the risk and return to Qianzhou, hoping to find out if there are any descendants of the Yu family who were lost back then based on clues."

"There is no perfect road, and I really found it..."

The old man's expression was not happy, but instead cast a deeper layer of pain.

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

The words "Yujia Water Village" came to mind again.

Then he looked at the old man with a look of unbearability and sympathy.

What happened next, Mo Hua thought slightly, and he probably knew it.

The old man found Yujia Shuizhai, but because of this, he exposed the fact that Yujia Shuizhai was a descendant of Shuiyumen.

This fact may not even be known to the people in Yujia Shuizhai.

Otherwise, some of their ancestors' water-based Taoisms would not even have their names left.

As for this old man, he found a descendant of the Yu family and someone who was related to him by blood.

But it was precisely because of him that...

The Yu family water village was wiped out.

The old man looked sad and desperate.

He obviously knew what he had done.

He originally wanted to pass on the Taoist tradition, but unexpectedly, he suffered a more complete extermination.

The struggle for orthodoxy is cold and cruel.

The old man's heart twisted for a moment, and he spit 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 the elixir from Mo Hua, 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 debt with blood, let them die without a burial place, and use their flesh and blood to pay tribute to my ancestors of the Water Prison Sect!"

Mo Hua remained silent.

What the old man said sounded a bit like a demon cultivator.

But don't tell others to do good unless they have suffered.

If I were reduced to the same situation as him, I would probably do even more cruel things than him.

"Have you ever told Daotingsi about this?" Mo Hua asked again.

Unexpectedly, when the old man heard this, he suddenly looked ferocious and sarcastic, and sneered like a night owl:

"Guess what...why does Guishuimen know my identity? Why can they trace my traces? Why can they keep silent and destroy all the people in Yujia Shuizhai?"

Mo Hua's pupils trembled and his heart felt cold.

"You mean..."

The old man sneered, "If compared to dirtiness, the dirtiest place in the world is probably Daotingsi..."

(End of chapter)

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