Asking about longevity

You can eat and drink openly, and Mo Hua will naturally welcome all comers.

At noon the next day, Mo Hua went to the banquet.

Commander Yang seemed to have invited a lot of people, including those from the Daoting Division, the Dao Military Division, and many demon hunters.

Mo Hua's father, Mo Shan, also went, but he went early and went with Elder Yu. He probably still had some things to discuss.

Mo Hua practiced the formation several times and calculated the formation for a while before setting off. So he arrived a little late, but he should be in time for the start of the banquet.

Mo Hua was walking on the road, and unexpectedly he happened to meet Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan swayed reluctantly, seemingly in the same direction as himself.

Mo Hua said hello. Zhang Lan heard someone calling him and saw that it was Mo Hua. Then he became more interested and walked with Mo Hua.

Mo Hua asked: "Uncle Zhang, are you going to have some food too?"

Zhang Lan corrected him: "It's to show your face to the banquet, not to eat!"

"That's okay if you say so."

Zhang Lan obviously disagreed, but then he thought that going to a banquet and eating out seemed to be similar.

At noon, the street is quite lively.

The two of them walked while shopping.

Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked quietly:

"Is there any new news from Heishan Village?"

Zhang Lan was a little surprised and said, "What do you want to know?"

"Wasn't the second boss arrested? Did he say anything?"

Zhang Lan saw the noise around him and no one was listening to them, so he lowered his voice and said to Mo Hua:

"The second master is murderous. He has already lost his mind. He only reacts to a few names and knows nothing about the others. I have been asking for more than ten days, but nothing has come out."

Mo Hua was a little disappointed.

Zhang Lan raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice: "Are you still doubting something?"

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and confirmed it was safe, then whispered:

"I suspect there is someone behind Black Mountain Village..."

Zhang Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't look surprised.

Mo Hua was startled: "Uncle Zhang, do you think so too?"

Zhang Lan nodded, "Heishanzhai is too powerful and has been there for so long. Without the support of local forces, it is almost impossible.

Mo Hua said directly: "Will it be the Qian family?"

Zhang Lan asked: "Then do you know what the Qian family did?"

Mo Hua thought hard for a while and shook his head.

He would think about it when he had free time these days, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't find any connection between the Qian family and Heishan Village.

There is no exchange of spiritual stones between the Qian family and Heishan Village, no evil cultivators from Heishan Village are hired to kill people, and there are no monks from the Qian family in Heishan Village.

Zhang Lan said: "When encountering this kind of thing, anyone can doubt it, even Dao Tingsi, Elder Yu, and even me, Zhang Lan, you have to try to guess..."

“But when you finally make a conclusion, you must be cautious and well-founded, otherwise it is easy to make wrong judgments.”

Mo Hua knew that Zhang Lan was giving him instructions, so he nodded seriously, "Uncle Zhang, I remember."

This child really knows everything...

Zhang Lan nodded slightly, feeling relieved but also a little uncomfortable.

If this continues, he will almost have nothing to teach ink painting, and naturally he will have nothing to show off in front of the ink paintings.

It seems that he needs to build the foundation quickly, otherwise he will hardly be able to hold his head up not only in front of the ink painting, but also in front of that kid Yang Jiyong...

Zhang Lan sighed in his heart.

Mo Hua didn't know what Zhang Lan was thinking, and was still struggling with the matter of Black Mountain Village:

"If it's not the Qian family, who else could it be? What kind of collusion does it have with Heishan Village? What did you do for Heishan Village?"

Mo Hua walked and pondered.

After walking, the two of them arrived at Lingshan Tower.

Mo Hua temporarily put aside the questions in his mind and went upstairs with Zhang Lan.

The farewell banquet was very sumptuous, and there were many people coming, and most of them were acquaintances of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was no longer restrained. After everyone sat down and used their chopsticks, they started eating happily.

Commander Yang deliberately sat next to Mo Hua and asked quietly during the dinner:

"Mo Hua, how are you thinking about it? Do you want to join the Taoist Army?"

Mo Hua glanced at his father, Mo Shan.

Commander Yang added: "I asked Brother Mo Shan, and he said it all depends on your wishes and he will not interfere."

Zhang Lan muttered on the side: "You are so evil-minded and so thick-skinned!"

Commander Yang said: "This is a great future..."

"What kind of good future does Dao Bingsi have?"

"It's better than your Dao Tingsi..."

On the side, the old boss of Daotingsi looked at his nose and heart, pretending not to hear anything, but he still couldn't help coughing.

Only then did Commander Yang realize that he had made a mistake, so he apologized to the old boss:

"What I'm saying is that Zhang Lan's bad situation has nothing to do with Daotingsi, so the boss doesn't need to mind."

The old boss didn't say anything, but Zhang Lan retorted:

"Young man named Yang, in front of the boss, I'll give you some face. Don't force me to reveal your embarrassment..."

"Do you think you have no embarrassment? Who is afraid of whom?"

The two started to quarrel again.

Fortunately, there were many guests at the banquet, and it was quite lively as everyone exchanged glasses, so the overall atmosphere seemed quite harmonious.

Mo Hua listened to what the two of them were arguing about at first, but later found out that it was all trivial matters, and he was hungry, so he just started eating by himself and ignored them.

Commander Yang and Zhang Lan argued for a while, and then he remembered that he was so busy bickering with Zhang Lan that he almost forgot about the real thing.

He looked at Mo Hua again with sharp eyes.

Mo Hua was enjoying his meal. When he saw the look in Commander Yang's eyes, he felt that eating people is too short-sighted to refuse directly, so he politely said:

"Uncle Yang, I still need to learn the formations. When I am successful in the formations, I will consider whether to join the Dao Tingbing."

Mo Hua originally thought that Commander Yang would be unhappy, but unexpectedly his eyes lit up and he praised:

"It should be like this! Formation masters devote themselves to the Tao and study formations. This is the right way. There is no rush to join the Taoist Army. Even if you are successful in formations in the future and don't want to join the Taoist Arms Division, it's no big deal..."

Commander Yang smiled kindly and said:

"You can join my Yang family directly..."

Zhang Lan sneered, and said with a sigh: "Are you so drunk after just a few glasses of wine? What are you daydreaming about? If you want to join, you are also joining the Zhang family. Where will it be your turn?"

"My Yang family is a rich family..."

"Isn't it my Zhang family?"

"I won't argue with you."

"You mean I'm willing to argue with you?"

…

The two started arguing again.

Mo Hua was helpless, sighed, and began to concentrate on eating his meal again.

When the wine was over, Mo Hua was full.

Everyone came downstairs, exchanged a few words, and then parted.

In a few days, Commander Yang will lead his troops and leave. It will be a long journey to cultivate the Taoism. I don’t know when we will meet again.

As parting was imminent, Zhang Lan stopped arguing with Commander Yang.

Elder Yu, on behalf of the casual cultivators in Tongxian City, gave some gifts to Commander Yang and expressed his thanks:

"This time, it all depends on Commander Yang's good command and the Taoist soldiers' bravery and skill in fighting. Only then can the Black Mountain Stronghold be successfully annihilated and the peace of Tongxian City be guaranteed."

"It's just a little effort, Elder Yu is being polite."

Commander Yang returned the gift with his hand, and then said: "And speaking of it this time, it's really all thanks to Mo Hua..."

Zhang Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, "You're almost done..."

Don't you just want to trick Mo Hua into joining the Dao Bing Division? Are you praising him endlessly?

"It's not me who's nagging..." Commander Yang said solemnly:

"For Taoist soldiers fighting, the formation is very important. Without Mo Hua, the formation master, it would really take a lot of effort to destroy Heishan Stronghold this time."

Boss Zhou thought for a moment, sighed, and nodded:

"Commander Yang is right. Fortunately, Mo Hua is a formation master. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to find the mountain road between the cliffs, see through the foggy forest, or find the hidden mountain gate of Black Mountain Village, let alone break through the layers. The black mountain village blessed by the formation..."

Boss Zhou also praised him.

Elder Yu and Yourong nodded.

Mo Hua was the child of a demon hunter, so he was embarrassed to praise him, so he could only nod his head reservedly in agreement.

Mo Shan was a little embarrassed, "You two have given me the award."

However, Mo Hua was his son, and he was very proud to be praised by the two foundation-building monks.

After everyone said goodbye, Mo Hua followed Mo Shan home.

The surrounding streets are bustling and noisy, with row upon row of markets.

Mo Hua was walking on the street and remembered what Commander Yang and Chief Zhou had said about him. He felt happy and had a smile on his face.

Just smiling, Mo Hua suddenly felt a fear in his heart.

He sensed something was wrong.

He felt that he seemed to have thought of something, but for a moment, he couldn't figure out his thoughts.

Mo Hua thought carefully about what Commander Yang and Chief Zhou said.

"...Without the formation master Mo Hua, it would really take a lot of effort to destroy Heishan Village this time..."

Without the formation master... it would take a lot of effort to destroy the Black Mountain Stronghold.

Without the formation master... I can't find the mountain road, I can't see through the foggy forest, I can't find the gate of the black village...

There is no formation master...

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and he suddenly thought of a sentence:

Loose cultivator without formation master.

Among casual cultivators, there are only a few who learn formation techniques, and it is even less likely that they will be promoted to the first rank.

Mo Hua himself was an exception. He had a Dao tablet, was born with extraordinary spiritual knowledge, met Yan Jiaoxi, and had good luck. He became Mr. Zhuang's registered disciple. He painted formations day and night, and then became a first-level formation master.

Normally, casual cultivators cannot become formation masters.

"What would happen if there were no formation masters?"

Mo Hua frowned and thought about it carefully, feeling gradually chill in his heart.

If there are no formation masters among the casual cultivators, then no one will be able to see through the hidden formation and discover that above the vast abyss, there is a mountain road leading to the deep mountains;

No one can walk into the fog forest, see through the fog array, and discover the truth hidden by the heavy fog in the mountains;

No one can find the invisible mountain gate of Black Village, and it is even more impossible for anyone to know that there is a terrifying evil cultivator deep in the mountain!

Black Village can exist quietly in Daheishan because of the formation!

As long as you are a casual cultivator, no one knows the formations and cannot see through the concealment formations and fog formations.

They can stay here, kill people, practice evil arts, refine human elixirs... and no one will ever know!

Mo Hua took a breath of cold air!

He forced himself to calm down and think hard.

I don’t want casual cultivators to learn formations...

Mo Hua remembers that in the beginning, Tongxian Sect could teach formations.

But later Yan Jiaoxi left and there was no one to teach the formations, so Tongxian Sect no longer offered formation courses. At the same time, Mo Hua also dropped out of Tongxian Sect because he could not learn the formations...

From then on, casual cultivators could hardly learn formations and completely cut off their path to formations.

If there were no ink paintings, then among the casual cultivators, there would indeed be no formation masters.

"If Yan Jiaoxi leaves, casual cultivators will not be able to learn the formation..."

And why did Yan Jiaoxi leave?

Mo Hua frowned and thought, and then a cold light gradually formed in his eyes.

It's the Qian family!