Asking about longevity

A few days later, Mo Hua boarded Yundu.

This Yundu is smaller and simpler than the one Mo Hua saw before, and the young senior brother and young senior sister were on board.

But nonetheless, it's very impressive.

Yundu rises on the clouds, setting off layers of cloud wolves, which is a spectacular sight.

About three months later, Yundu will enter Qianzhou.

Mo Hua will have to arrive at the Qian Dao Sect on the border of Qianzhou's fifth-level Qianxue state in more than five months, that is, before September, and find a way to join the sect.

Yundu floats in the sky and flies among the clouds.

Although it is said to be "flying", it does not actually count as "flying", at least it is different from the monk's flying.

There is a sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and there are cloud veins in the cloud sea, and there are air currents in the cloud veins. These air currents form strong winds, flowing from the clouds in Jiuzhou, and finally merge into Xunzhou.

Yundu uses the air currents in the cloud veins to sail between state boundaries.

Ink painting was very novel at first, but after a few days, the novelty wore off and I felt bored.

Above Yundu, each monk has a guest room.

The guest room is small and is used for monks to practice and relax.

Mo Hua spent most of his time in his small guest room, practicing quietly and learning formations.

He lives alone and rarely goes out to avoid trouble.

I only go out for a walk when I want to eat.

Yundu has a large cabin where various things can be sold.

There are various meals, but they are relatively expensive. Although Mo Hua can afford them, he doesn't eat them often, only to satisfy his craving occasionally.

He is not short of spiritual stones, but he also knows that he should use them sparingly when he is away from home.

When you arrive in Qianzhou, there are many places where you can find flower spirit stones.

In the large cabin, monks can also rent stalls to sell specialties from various places, as well as some different spiritual weapons, elixirs, formations, etc.

I occasionally wander around the ink paintings, which is an eye-opener.

He saw various spiritual weapons for the first time.

There are Zimu knives, spears, halberds, flying needles, pear blossom needles, red damask, iron locks, etc...

The most expensive among them is the sword.

The sword is the king of all weapons for cultivating the Tao.

There are many martial arts, Taoist techniques, and weapon refining involving swords, and the knowledge is extremely profound. Even monks who control swords are called "sword cultivators" separately in order to distinguish them from spiritual and physical cultivation.

Among the monks, there are many who like to practice swordsmanship.

However, sword cultivation emphasizes both martial arts and sword skills. The method of refining swords is also secretly taught, and it pays great attention to inheritance and heritage.

Therefore, there are almost no monks using swords in Dahei Mountain.

Most of the monks near Daheishan use swords.

Even those who use swords actually use the "sword" as a "knife".

Using a sword as an ordinary spiritual weapon to slash and kill does not count as a true "sword cultivator".

The only sword cultivator Mo Hua had ever seen was Zhang Lan.

His heavy ancient sword had simple pine patterns and was difficult to hold even with ink paintings. It looked very precious at first glance.

In addition, swordsmanship is said to be different.

There are physical practitioners who use swords to attack at close range. The sword energy and strength are compatible, splitting mountains and seas.

There are also spiritual swords, which can be used to kill from a distance, and spiritual swords, which can kill enemies thousands of miles away...

However, I have never seen these ink paintings with my own eyes, so I don’t know whether they are true or false.

"Sword cultivator..."

Mo Hua had thought before that if his spiritual consciousness was so strong, if he could practice the "sword control technique" and control thousands of flying swords according to his thoughts, wouldn't he be handsome and powerful?

It wasn't until he saw the price of swords at Yundu's stall that he silently gave up the idea of ​​overestimating his capabilities.

Spirit swords are too expensive!

Any spiritual sword costs seven to eight thousand spiritual stones.

A slightly better one costs tens of thousands.

This kind of sword is easy to wear and tear.

If it breaks, I have to buy it again.

Unlike those big sects from aristocratic families, the best spiritual swords are all inherited from ancestors. They are made of expensive materials, durable, and practiced for many years. The sword and man are integrated into one, and their power is astonishing.

Mo Hua sighed.

Forget it, let’s learn our own formation...

It’s just a matter of swordsmanship, it’s okay if you don’t learn it.

I can’t afford to climb high...

In Yundu's cabin, in addition to meals and spiritual weapons, there are also some pills and formations.

As for elixirs, I won’t read the ink paintings.

Mr. Feng was afraid that something might go wrong in the ink painting, so he prepared a lot for him, including first-grade and second-grade elixirs.

These second-grade elixirs were made by Mr. Feng through his connections and with the help of second-grade senior alchemists.

They are all good for restoring spirits, detoxifying, and avoiding miasma.

What interests Mo Hua the most is the formation.

But it also disappointed him.

Most of the people who set up stalls were first-grade formation masters, and there were very few second-grade ones.

Even if there are occasional monks who sell second-grade formation diagrams, the price is extremely expensive, and it is not very rare, so it is not cost-effective.

Instead of spending spirit stones to buy these formation diagrams, it is better to try your luck by visualizing the flow diagram of the Five Elements Array, deciphering the source patterns of the Five Elements, and randomly selecting the Five Elements formations...

In addition, Mo Hua also saw all kinds of monks.

Yundu passes through Lizhou, Kunzhou, Duizhou, Qianzhou, and finally reaches Kanzhou.

The monks from these several states will appear on Yundu, coming and going, bustling with each other, wearing different clothes, and having different skills and spiritual roots.

These monks who come and go have different customs, different looks, and different behavioral habits.

There are even some spiritual root attributes that Mo Hua has not seen before.

Although Mo Hua was curious, he didn't talk to anyone.

He is afraid that some bad people will do something bad to him.

People's hearts are separated from each other, and when he goes out, he is a little monk, so it is better to be cautious.

There were some monks along the way. They looked at Mo Hua because they were young, so they talked to Mo Hua with a fake smile:

"What a cute little brother..."

"Little brother, are you alone?"

Then either say, "I have an opportunity..."

Or just say, "Sister, I have something good to show you..."

Mo Hua is not very old, but he has traveled a lot and can barely be considered an "old man". Why can't he see that they have ulterior motives?

Under this situation, Mo Hua pretended to turn a blind eye and ignored them at all.

Anyway, there are great monks in Yundu, and these people don't dare to act recklessly and cause trouble.

Generally speaking, Mo Hua ignored them, so they knew better and angrily stopped disturbing Mo Hua.

Mo Hua just locked himself in a small room and practiced daily, insisting on learning the formations. At night, he would practice the second-level formations on the Taoist monument and continue to enhance the fourteen lines of spiritual awareness.

When you have free time, study the Five Elements Formation Flow Diagram and decipher some Five Elements Formation techniques.

Feeling bored, I walked outside the deck and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

The days passed steadily and peacefully.

Once you get used to it, it can even be a bit boring.

In this way, Mo Hua was cautious and cautious. Three months passed slowly, and Yundu finally arrived in Qianzhou.

When Yundu docked, Mo Hua packed up his things and got off the boat alone.

But in my heart, I was inevitably a little nervous and uneasy.

Just after stepping off the cloud crossing, Mo Hua was suddenly startled. When he looked up, his eyes were shocked.

Although there are nine states in the world, there is only one sky.

But in each state, the sky above the monks' heads is different.

Most monks can't see this, but Mo Hua knows that there is a great formation of heaven in the sky, and he has seen it with his own eyes, so he can vaguely feel it...

The great formation in the sky in Qianzhou is completely different from that in Lizhou.

This means that this part of the Tiandao Formation has different formation patterns and patterns.

As for the difference, my level of ink painting is still low, so I can't see it carefully.

Mo Hua raised his head again and glanced at the sky.

Qianzhou.

The one who does it is God.

Heaven is in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.

No matter where you go, the sky is above your head and the earth is under your feet. There is the eternal array of heaven in the sky, and there is the great earth's Tao Yun that carries great virtues underground.

You should do the same, understand the formation, seek the way of heaven, and strive for self-improvement...

Mo Hua nodded.

The strangeness, uneasiness and anxiety of being in a foreign land also receded slightly.

Carrying the storage bag, he walked off the deck with his head held high, facing the vast sky, and stepped onto the land of Qianzhou.

…

Qianzhou is very large and has many state boundaries.

These state boundaries range from large to small, low-grade to high-grade. One of the most prestigious is the Five-Rank Qianxue State with many sects and a prosperous academic tradition.

The place where Yundu landed was in Cangdu City, located on the border of the third-level Cangdu state.

The Cangdu Prefecture boundary is still a long way from the Qianxue Prefecture boundary.

Cangdu City is a fairy city that prospered and developed on the basis of Yundu. It has convenient transportation and frequent monks.

There are also many boys and girls in the city. They seem to be monks from various states who took the cloud ferry to study in Qianzhou.

However, they are all escorted by family elders or elders.

Only ink painting, alone.

Mo Hua rested for one night in Cangdu City and set off the next day, leaving Cangdu City and heading to the border of Qianxue State alone.

Other monks who are studying either ride horses, ride in chariots, or ride on cloud chariots.

In order to save the spirit stone, Mo Hua could only walk.

He charted a path for himself.

This road starts from Cangdu City, travels through mountains and rivers, passes through two second-level state boundaries, and finally reaches the fifth-level Qianxue state boundary.

Although it's a long detour, it's safer because they are all on the second-level state border.

It’s better to be cautious when going out.

In the second-level state boundary, there are restrictions on foundation building cultivation. Mo Hua's strength in the early stage of foundation building can be done like a duck in water with the help of formations and spells.

Even if he encounters someone he can't defeat, he can still run with the help of his stealth skills and fleeting steps.

But if you go to the third-level state boundary, if you don't follow the rules and encounter some Jindan monk with evil intentions who wants to take your life, you will really be doomed.

Golden elixir monks are not something that a mere monk in the early stages of foundation building can contend with.

Maybe a flying sword could kill him.

So, be a little more cowardly.

As long as he can reach the border of Qianxue State within one and a half months, it will be fine.

Mo Hua calculated the distance and distance, and the time should be more than enough.

And along the way, he can also practice the second-grade passing water step.

When he was in Tongxian City, he only learned a rough outline, didn't study it deeply, and didn't have the chance to apply it.

This time on the road, he was able to use practice instead of learning to improve his proficiency in the second-grade passing water step.

This kind of life-saving body technique must be practiced more and more until you are extremely familiar with it.

If you slack off even a little bit, you may lose your life in a critical moment.

After Mo Hua made his plans, he packed his bags and set foot on the road to Qianzhou Academy alone along the road.

Along the way, I slept in the open air.

When there is no one around, the ink paintings rush on the road with passing water steps, walking like running water, with wind blowing under their feet.

When you are tired, take a break.

Occasionally, when we encounter some convoys, they have serious signs, the aura and appearance of the monks are upright, and there is no malice in their spiritual thoughts, so Mo Hua will approach them.

Occasionally have a meal or go for a ride in the car.

I also happened to take a break.

Most of these monks were very enthusiastic. They were a little surprised when they saw that Mo Hua was young and traveling alone. They would also bring out some wine and meat to entertain Mo Hua.

No reward for no merit.

Mo Hua took a few glances, pointed out where there was a problem with the team's formation, and helped fix it.

These people were even more surprised.

Often when parting, Mo Hua would be given some gifts. Although they were not expensive, they were still thoughtful and made Mo Hua very happy.

Occasionally there will be danger.

Like monsters in the mountains and forests, lone wanted monks, or groups of monks who can hide their presence from others, including Mo Hua, and can be easily identified as evil cultivators at a glance.

Mo Hua has seen many demon cultivators.

When I followed my uncle along the way, Mo Hua saw a lot of living demon cultivators, dead demon cultivators, or meeting my uncle, from birth to death.

The aura of the demon cultivator is not correct, and there is a fishy and filthy feeling in his consciousness.

Ink painting has a keen sense of consciousness and can be easily distinguished.

But there was nothing he could do except stay away.

He is a young monk who is not familiar with the place. This kind of right and wrong is not something he can get involved in.

Low-key, quietly, a person goes to the Qianxue state boundary, and joins the sect as soon as possible. The more important thing is to study and practice.

Along the way, we would occasionally pass by fairy cities or small towns.

Ink paintings usually stay temporarily, rest, ask for directions, and see if there are any dangers on the road ahead.

Most of the monks in the fairy city are indifferent.

On the contrary, there are some small towns where the atmosphere is simple and the monks are enthusiastic and talkative.

"Go forward, climb over the top of the mountain, pass the half-way slope, follow the mountain road, walk for several hundred miles, pass by several small fairy cities, and you will almost reach the border of Qianxue State..."

"There are monsters in the mountains. You are a little kid, so be careful..."

"If it's too dark and the road is difficult to walk, we'll spend the night in that ruined temple in the mountains."

"That ruined temple was once a mountain temple, dedicated to the mountain god. Later, the mountain god became evil and was killed by several elders at the border of Qianxue State..."

"The temple is empty now. The monks along the way will stay there if they delay their departure from the mountain..."

The person who said these words was a rickety old man.

The old man opened a noodle shop in a small town. Mo Hua was hungry, so he ordered a large bowl of noodles and chatted with the old man while eating.

Mo Hua politely thanked the old man.

The old man stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and suddenly asked curiously:

"This kid is from out of town? Why is he alone?"

"I went out to practice and practice..." Mo Hua said.

The old man shook his head, "What kind of experience does a little kid have?"

"I'm fifteen years old, not too young!"

The old man snorted, "You're only fifteen years old. Here, anyone under twenty is just a baby..."

Mo Hua asked in detail and then he understood.

Qianzhou is a large state with a pleasant climate. It is generally much richer than Lizhou. Even the life of casual cultivators is better than that in Lizhou.

The monks in Qianzhou generally practice longer.

This is especially true for monks from some families, or monks from some families or sects.

They don't have to train early to strengthen their bodies and make a living like ordinary casual cultivators. Instead, they can continue to practice until they are in their twenties.

Keep warm and nourish your body, lay a solid foundation, and then break through and build the foundation.

If it doesn't work, then delegate it to the family business and slowly gain experience.

Therefore, before the age of twenty, you are still at an age where you can be carefree, practice peace of mind, and be enlightened in cultivation.

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

He thought that at fifteen he was already a young boy.

As a result, in these big states, he is still only half a child...

The old man looked at the ink painting and asked again: "Have you established a foundation?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

The old man felt a little pity, "It's too hasty. If your spiritual power and your blood and energy don't settle down for a while, what foundation will you build?"

"Do you want to build a foundation at the age of twenty and then worship the sect?"

Mo Hua nodded.

The old man sighed: "It's not that simple. Your foundation is so weak. Even if you established it before the age of twenty, no one will accept you..."

"What's more, your spiritual roots don't seem to be in good condition?"

Mo Hua didn't hide anything and said truthfully:

"Only middle and lower quality..."

The old man was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "It's difficult..."

Mo Hua originally wanted to ask, "Isn't it okay even if there is an order to join the clan?" But after thinking about it, he still didn't ask.

When you go out, don't show off your "wealth".

There are many disciples studying near Qianzhou, so things like "entry orders" must be very precious and cannot be easily told to others to avoid being coveted.

Mo Hua asked again: "Do you know Qian Dao Sect?"

"Who knows about the Qian Dao Sect..." the old man said, startled, "You don't want to join the Qian Dao Sect..."

Mo Hua nodded, "I'll try my luck."

The old man shook his head hurriedly, "That's even more impossible. Qian Dao Sect is one of the four major sects in the Qianxue state. It is the leading sect. In terms of Qianxue, it is at least in the top three..."

"With your qualifications and Daoji, there is no way you can get started."

"Are there no exceptions..." Mo Hua asked.

"Exceptions..." The old man was slightly startled, "I don't know about that old man, but what are the exceptions? Even if you are the illegitimate son of the head..."

The old man frowned and said, "It's probably quite embarrassing... You don't know how high the threshold of these sects is. They attach great importance to spiritual roots..."

Mo Hua also frowned.

Taking spiritual roots so seriously...

It seems that I still want to keep it simple when it comes to getting started.

I don’t know if Qian Dao Sect recognizes this “Order of Admission”...

If he doesn't admit it, he might have to make plans early.

After Mo Hua finished eating the noodles, he chatted with the old man for a while, then paid the spirit stone and started walking towards the distant mountains again.

The old man frowned when he saw that the ink painting was small and walking alone on the road. He was still a little worried, so he warned:

"Little boy, be careful and try not to walk at night. If not, go to the mountain temple to stay."

"Thank you, grandpa, I understand!"

"Also, be careful of some human traffickers..."

Mo Hua was startled, "Human trafficker?"

"Yes." The old man nodded and whispered: "This is Qianzhou. Although the sect is powerful, the Taoist court has strict control, and the public security is good, but..."

"Some people can do anything as long as they are given spiritual stones..."

Mo Hua said: "Human traffickers...who are they selling?"

The old man pointed at the ink painting, "I mainly sell people like you..."

Mo Hua was slightly startled. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood.

The first realm of Qianzhou is a place for cultivating Taoism and studying.

Among the various forces, many talented young monks will come here to study.

So kidnapping monks and extorting huge amounts of spiritual stones from the families behind them is a dangerous but extremely profitable business.

Even, even without blackmail.

These talented monks have top-quality spiritual roots and excellent qualifications, and they can be sold for a large amount of spiritual stones.

"Abducting monks..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I remember!"

The old man didn't know whether the ink painting was really remembered or he was pretending to remember it. He said nothing more and just looked at the ink painting worriedly.

Mo Hua waved goodbye to the old man, then turned around and walked briskly along the mountain road alone towards the distant mountains...