Asking about longevity

Mo Hua named the Qianjun stick and carefully put it into the storage bag.

In the next few days, he practiced when he had time, and then developed two simple and practical moves:

One move is to smash downwards, and the other is to swing sideways.

He tried it by smashing it down, and it was very easy to use.

Swinging it sideways is a bit more troublesome. He needs to swing the Qianjun stick first. During the swing, he injects spiritual power and activates the formation. The iron rod instantly increases in weight and swings out sideways according to the inertia of the force.

This spiritual power and strength are difficult to control.

Or it hits the target and makes the tiger's mouth hurt.

If you miss, you have to throw away the Thousand-Jun Cudgel, otherwise your arm will be dislocated.

This is the helplessness of being born with a weak body and unable to do physical exercises.

However, after practicing a few times, I became more familiar with ink painting, at least I won't dislocate myself.

Mo Hua also gave these two moves resounding names. The downward blow is called "Powerful as a Thousand Jun", and the horizontal sweep is called "Sweeping Thousand Jun".

It sounds a bit majestic, but it is only for emergency use. After all, he is not a physical practitioner, so he cannot rely on this to fight head-on. At best, it can only be used for sneak attacks.

But no matter what, it can be regarded as an additional means to deal with the enemy.

After taking the time, he went to Fushan Building again, found Fu Lan, and asked her to help make tofu.

This was his first time eating tofu in the monastic world.

It's not particularly white, with a light bean yellow color, but it has a strong bean flavor.

Whether fried into dishes or made into sweet tofu curds, they are all delicious.

Ink paintings were also given to my parents, Mr. Zhuang, and Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, both of whom gave some to try.

The old man didn't give it to me. He likes to eat things that are crispy and have noisy chewing. He definitely doesn't like tofu.

As for the inner mountains of Tongxian City, although there are more foreign monks and it is more dangerous, Mo Hua still has to go.

He is a formation master and Lingmo is indispensable.

Moreover, the amount of spiritual ink he needs is probably several times more than that of an average first-grade formation master.

Therefore, the more demon blood, the better.

Anyway, he is now at the seventh level of qi refining and has a superb water-passing step. Except for the foundation-building monks, ordinary qi refining monks can't do anything to him.

Even if he is a foundation-building monk, he is more alert. If he can discover it in advance, he will most likely be able to run away.

Going into the mountain that day, Mo Hua put in sixteen or seventeen bottles of demon blood. Satisfied, he found a shady tree and sat down, took out wild fruits and ate them.

After a while, his consciousness moved slightly, and he noticed that there was someone, and the smell was somewhat familiar. He raised his head and looked around quietly, and found that it was Yu Chengwu, and several other demon hunters.

They walked along the lonely path, seemingly looking for something.

Mo Hua stood up and greeted them from a distance.

Only then did Yu Chengwu discover the ink painting and couldn't help but frown.

They were so far away that his consciousness couldn't detect Mo Hua. How could Mo Hua detect them?

The ink painting used the Water Step, jumped a few times from the top of the mountain, and landed in front of Yu Chengwu.

Yu Chengwu was stunned.

What kind of movement is this?

Mo Hua had walked with them before and didn't use his body skills very much. He thought Mo Hua didn't know how to do it, but he didn't expect that he was so proficient in his body skills.

Even more powerful than some old demon hunters...

No wonder he dared to wander around the inner mountains alone.

Mo Hua looked at Yu Chengwu and asked curiously: "You... aren't you here to hunt monsters?"

They did not wear iron armor or rattan armor, and had put away their swords. They wore the clothes of ordinary casual cultivators and looked like foreign monks.

Yu Chengwu said: "We go into the mountain to arrest people."

"Catch who?"

"Those monks who besieged me last time." Yu Chengwu's eyes flashed coldly, and he said bitterly: "A group of bastards dare to attack me, I will not let them go."

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Do you know who they are?"

"Don't know yet."

"Then you can find them?"

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"If they don't dare to enter the city, they must be hiding in the mountains. As long as you look for them, you will definitely find them."

Mo Hua nodded.

If these monks are not found, it will be a hidden danger after all. If the demon hunter is attacked by them while hunting demons, it will be dangerous.

"Then go ahead, you guys." Mo Hua waved his hand.

He didn't want to join in the fun, he had important things to do, so it was better to save more demon blood for now.

"If I encounter them, I will set off fireworks to remind you." Mo Hua added.

Yu Chengwu was slightly startled, then nodded and said: "That's fine, but you should be careful."

"Do not worry."

Mo Hua, Yu Chengwu and the others parted ways and wandered around the inner mountain for most of the day. When they came down the mountain in the evening, they met them again.

Yu Chengwu and others were injured and bleeding, but it didn't look like the injuries were serious.

They were escorting two monks. Both monks were dressed in black, their hands and feet were chained, and their bodies were covered in scars. One had a broken arm and the other was lame.

Apparently he was caught after a hard fight and then severely beaten.

The two looked tired, but there was resentment in their eyes.

Mo Hua looked at their faces and thought for a moment, they were indeed two of the seven monks who besieged them that day.

"Did you really catch it?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.

"That's natural. We are monster hunters. No one is more familiar with Daheishan than us."

Yu Chengwu kicked the two men, "These two bastards thought they were hiding well, but they were eating, drinking and sleeping in the mountains, killing people and stealing goods, exposing so many flaws. How could we not find them?"

"Are these two the only ones?"

"The others probably went out to rob, leaving only these two to guard the camp."

"Are we going to kill them?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Yu Chengwu was slightly startled and said: "It's not too late now. Let's take him back first, beat him a few more times, and see if he can get anything out of him. As for their camp, they have already alerted the snakes, and they probably won't be able to catch a few other monks."

Mo Hua nodded, then he scanned the two black-clothed monks with his spiritual consciousness and frowned.

The two monks in black looked miserable, but they still had plenty of spiritual power. This was not good and would be risky.

"Break the legs first." Mo Hua suggested kindly.

Yu Chengwu was stunned for a moment.

"They are very spiritually powerful." Mo Hua said.

Having abundant spiritual power is a hidden danger.

Yu Chengwu thought for a moment, nodded, and said to the other demon hunters: "Break their legs."

Just as several demon hunters were about to take action, Mo Hua shouted "Wait a minute" again.

He pondered for a moment and said, "It's better to break the arms. If the legs are broken, they won't be able to walk, and it will take a lot of effort to carry them."

After breaking his arm, even if he has spiritual power, he will not be able to take action in a short time.

Yu Chengwu nodded, and without saying a word, several demon hunters took action and broke the arms of the two black-clothed monks.

The two black-clothed monks screamed, with angry expressions on their faces, and looked at Mo Hua with malicious eyes.

Mo Hua raised his little eyebrows, "You still dare to stare at me?"

When several demon hunters heard this, they kicked each of them, causing them to grit their teeth and feel pain, but the hatred in their eyes only deepened.

Mo Hua sighed and said to Yu Chengwu:

"How about blinding their eyes too? They kept staring at me."

When the two black-clothed monks heard this, they suddenly sweated and lowered their gazes, not daring to look at Mo Hua again.

Yu Chengwu was a little helpless.

When this child has a good heart, he is really good, and when he has a bad heart, he is really bad.

He can come up with any bad ideas.

But he thought this was the best.

You can't show mercy to bad people, otherwise you will be the unlucky one.

These two black-clothed monks were murderers and swindlers, and they had many lives on their hands. Even if they were hacked to death now, it would still be an advantage for them.