Asking about longevity

Zhang Lan had made up his mind not to let Mo Hua enter the mountain, but now he still had to ask Mo Hua for help if something happened, so he felt a little embarrassed.

But it didn't matter to Mo Hua. The thing Zhang Lan asked him to do should also be related to the annihilation of Heishan Village.

As long as he can take over the Black Mountain Village and kill all the evil cultivators in the village, he will be happy to help.

Zhang Lan took the ink painting into the inner mountain and came to a desolate mountain peak.

There are many pits near the peak, and there are traces of battles between many monks, but these traces are very old, and there are still a few dug mines on the peak.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

This peak turned out to be a nameless peak.

That was the peak where the small spiritual mine that they and the Qian family fought over was located.

The traces of fighting around them were left by the battle between the demon hunter and the Qian family monks. Of course, most of them were caused by the explosion of his earth fire array.

Unexpectedly, Tao soldiers were quietly stationed here.

Zhang Lan and Mo Hua walked to the foot of the mountain. In Mo Hua's consciousness, they could already sense the shadowy figures in the mountain mine.

These monks are calm and well-trained. They should be the Taoist soldiers assigned by the Taoist court.

Suddenly Mo Hua's expression tightened, someone noticed his consciousness!

And he’s a foundation-building monk!

At the same time, at the entrance of a cave on the mountainside, a tall monk with a square face and stern eyes suddenly appeared.

His expression was solemn, his consciousness was relaxed, and his eyes were piercing with murderous intent.

When he discovered Zhang Lan and Mo Hua at the foot of the mountain, his expression softened. He nodded slightly to Zhang Lan, then turned and walked into the cave.

"The foundation has been established, and I'm even putting on airs..."

Zhang Lan whispered with some disdain.

Zhang Lan's voice was very low, but Mo Hua still heard it and couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle Zhang, do you know him?"

"That's right." Zhang Lan didn't want to say more and said to Mo Hua, "Let's go up."

Mo Hua nodded.

Among the bushes and rocks near the mine, there were many Taoist soldiers wearing standard armor holding long spears and looking on guard.

I had already seen these Taoist soldiers' ink paintings when I scanned them with my spiritual consciousness, so I wasn't surprised.

Zhang Lan had a calm attitude, as if he was a regular customer here.

These Taoist soldiers seemed to know Zhang Lan, and they all bowed their hands and said, "Zhang Diansi!"

A Taoist soldier came out and took Zhang Lan and Mo Hua to a stone room in the mine.

The stone chamber is spacious and can be used for shelter and discussion.

Mo Hua remembered that when he and the Qian family were fighting for the spiritual mine, Elder Yu lived in this stone room, and next door to the stone room, there was a small stone room.

At that time, he lived in the warm and comfortable little stone room next door, eating beef and drawing formations every day.

Unexpectedly, it was now used as a temporary camp for Taoist soldiers.

The layout of this large stone room has not changed, but the furnishings are completely different.

There is a silver armor, a red tasseled spear, and a large table in the middle. There is a sand table on the table, and there is a drawing on the sand table.

The appearance of the sand table looks very similar to that of Black Village.

In front of the sand table, stood the tall and serious Foundation Establishment Commander just now.

When the Commander of the Foundation Establishment met Zhang Lan, he nodded as a greeting, and then frowned and said:

"Didn't I tell you to invite an formation master? Where is the person?"

Zhang Lan pushed the ink painting behind him forward, "Here it is."

The foundation commander was stunned for a moment, then blew his beard and glared:

"Zhang Lan! Damn it, sir, I won't beat you because I'm a foundation builder now, and I won't be able to win against you. If you make fun of me again, I won't tolerate you anymore!"

Zhang Lan snorted coldly: "You can't see Taishan with your eyes. Open your eyes and take a look. This kid is a real formation master. He is very busy on weekdays. If it weren't for my sake, you might not be able to hire him." Woolen cloth!"

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

Commander Yang scolded Zhang Lan, "How many formations can such a big kid know? Do you really think I know nothing about formations?"

Zhang Lan Yiran said without fear: "I will write a letter and give it to my mother, saying that if you call her 'bullshit', we will see if she will skin you..."

The foundation-building monk's eyelids twitched and he said anxiously:

"Nonsense, I'm scolding you, don't make trouble!"

"What's the difference between scolding me and scolding my mother?" Zhang Lan said confidently.

"The difference is huge. At your age, can you not be so shameless?"

"Why am I so old? A man is thirty-one flowers, and I am now at the age when a jade tree faces the wind, and I am so charming..."

…

Mo Hua was confused.

These two grown men were much more childish than him when they quarreled.

Zhang Lan and Zhang Lan quarreled for a while and felt their mouths were dry, so they each sat down and took a sip of tea.

Only then did the foundation-building commander realize that it was really shameful for him, a foundation-building monk, to argue with Zhang Lan, a Qi-refining monk, in front of a child.

It's also Zhang Lan's fault, he doesn't do things out of tune at all, so he got into an argument with him out of habit.

The foundation commander coughed, pretended that nothing happened just now, and asked Mo Hua as kindly as possible:

"Little brother, are you really a formation master?"

It's just that his square face may be used to being stern, so he doesn't look very kind, but rather like an uncle with evil intentions...

Mo Hua didn't know how to call him, so Zhang Lan said from the side:

"His surname is Yang, just call him 'Commander Yang'."

Mo Hua said in a clear voice: "Commander Yang, Uncle Zhang is right, I am the formation master."

Commander Ji Zhu nodded and sighed in his heart.

Zhang Lan is really a sinner. He asked a child to help with such an important matter.

Looking at his age, he doesn't know how long he has been learning formations...

But he couldn't care so much at this time. Who told him not to understand the formation? Not only him, there are so many Dao soldiers here, and they can't count them on one hand who can understand the formation pattern.

Commander Yang took a sip of tea and asked:

"Where did you learn the formation technique?"

Mo Hua said modestly: "I haven't learned anything, I just reached the first level..."

As soon as he said this, Commander Yang spit out a sip of tea, soaking the sand table and blueprints in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhang Lan suddenly felt comfortable all over. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said sarcastically:

"You look like you have never seen the world. Aren't you just a ten-year-old first-grade formation master? Are you making such a fuss?"

Zhang Lan's tone was normal, but he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

Commander Yang scolded Zhang Lan again, "What the hell are you talking about? How can there be so many talented formation masters in this monastic world, and they are only ten-year-olds? And you happen to meet them?"

Zhang Lan said indifferently: "Forget it if you don't believe it."

Commander Yang said: "I don't believe it, show me the formation drawn by this child."

Zhang Lan pointed to a drawing in the middle of the sand table and said, "Isn't that what it is?"

What is placed in the center of the sand table is the situation map of Heishan Village.

Commander Yang was stunned, and then cursed:

"I'm kidding you, the document that went to the reporting court didn't say, 'The Dao Tingsi of Tongxian City' took great risks and went deep into the tiger's den to find out the information about Black Mountain Stronghold, and then tried every means to draw a picture of Black Mountain Village." Is it a copycat formation map? Why was it drawn by this kid again?"

Zhang Lan smiled and said to Mo Hua, "Take out that waist badge and show it to Commander Yang."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then realized what kind of waist badge Zhang Lan was talking about, and took out the bronze waist badge given to him by Dao Tingsi from the storage bag.

Commander Yang was stunned when he saw it.

Zhang Lan said proudly: "Did you see the bronze waist plate? He is a monk of our Dao Tingsi. Isn't the map he drew also the map drawn by our Dao Tingsi?"

Commander Yang was speechless and could only say:

"The bronze waist badge is just supernumerary..."

"The non-staff members also belong to the Daoting Division."

Commander Yang frowned, "Then since the map was drawn by this child, it should be considered as a contribution, why not just write it on it?"

Zhang Lan curled his lips and said, "Who will believe what I wrote? Do you believe it?"

Commander Yang looked at the young ink painting, then at the black mountain stronghold map on the sand table that was strict, profound and complex and contained many first-level formations, and sighed silently.

As long as the monks who still have some common sense of monasticism in their minds will probably not believe it.

Of course he wouldn't believe it either.