Asking about longevity

After passing the mountains, there are still hundreds of miles to go from Qingzhou City.

Arriving at Qingzhou City is like stepping half-foot into the border of Qianxue State.

Qianxuezhou boundary has a strong academic style and is safer.

After that, if you find the Qian Dao Sect based on the map, you can hold the order to join the sect and worship the sect.

"Become a member of the sect..."

Mo Hua looked expectant.

Along the way, he was in a relaxed mood and walked briskly, following Boss Jiang and the others without any precautions.

Eat and drink by the way.

At night, he stayed in a dilapidated temple and abandoned house in the mountains. Mo Hua went to bed after eating, wrapped in his own blanket, and slept peacefully.

Boss Jiang and others were warming themselves up over the fire.

One person glanced at Mo Hua and sneered: "This kid has such a big heart, like a fool, he doesn't know anything..."

Boss Jiang gave him a stern look, "Watch your mouth!"

The man lowered his head after being scolded, but still muttered: "This little fool can't hear..."

Some people next to them shook their heads, "This kid looks quite smart, but he doesn't have any real intentions..."

"What's the point? You're so old, and you're like this, maybe you're not as good as him..."

"If he is really thoughtful, then what's the point?"

"Okay!" Boss Jiang frowned.

Everyone then shut up.

There was silence all around, and the bonfire was crackling.

The mountain wind was cold and cold at night, and everyone silently gathered around the fire, drinking wine to ward off the cold.

There were people standing guard outside, scanning with their spiritual consciousness from time to time, wary of any disturbance.

By midnight, it was getting quieter.

Mo Hua fell into a deeper sleep, occasionally smacking his lips, not knowing what he was eating in his dream.

A big man glanced at the ink painting and said to Mr. Jiang:

"It doesn't matter if this kid is a bit stupid. If you take him with you, you won't arouse any suspicion along the way."

Boss Jiang nodded slightly.

The big man thought for a while, then a layer of doubt appeared on his face, "Boss, can we have a smooth business?"

Boss Jiang also frowned and lowered his voice very low, "We are the only ones left. If it doesn't work, it will work..."

The big man said: "But we..."

Boss Jiang glanced at Mo Hua out of the corner of his eye and saw that Mo Hua was sleeping soundly, so he said:

"It's dark under the lamp..."

"This time we had several groups of people. The strongest group, eight in the late stage of foundation building, equipped with evil-riding weapons and cultivating magic techniques, was discovered by Daotingsi. They were all slaughtered, and no one was left."

"The remaining teams were either captured by the Gu family or wanted by Daotingsi..."

"Now, Dao Tingsi, if you chase too closely, you might lose your life..."

The big man said angrily: "Damn Daotingsi!"

Then he was puzzled, "Daotingsi's gang of drunkards and ricebags are so overstaffed, why is it so difficult this time?"

Boss Jiang glanced at him, "If you can sneak into Daotingsi, how can you be a real 'wine bag and rice bag'? It's just that there is no benefit and you don't want to take action..."

"When the stakes are at stake and there is money to be made, they will become the real 'eagle dogs'..."

"The stakes in this transaction are very important. Daotingsi has both interests and benefits, so naturally he will do his best..."

The big man whispered: "Our group of people, in the early stage of foundation building, are no match for Daotingsi and the Gu family..."

Boss Jiang looked at him coldly, "You are in the early stage of Jindan, and you are no match for them."

The big man was speechless.

Boss Jiang sighed, "That's why we chose the second-level state boundary and went this way..."

"Fortunately, we are only in the early stages of foundation building. If our cultivation level is higher, it will be eye-catching. I am afraid we will be exposed halfway and be slaughtered by Dao Tingsi or the Gu family..."

The big man was still frightened.

Cultivating Taoism really depends on fate.

Sometimes, it is not that the higher the cultivation level, the better. The higher the cultivation level, the faster you may die...

"Boss, can we really... deliver it during this trip?"

Boss Jiang said in a deep voice: "Mr. Tu, everything is fine. As long as you listen to his words, there will be surprises along the way, but there will be no danger..."

The word "Mr. Tu" seems to carry a lot of weight.

The big man felt relieved a little.

Boss Jiang added: "After this transaction is completed, a large amount of spiritual stones will be earned. When the time comes, brothers will buy some elixirs and spiritual objects, practice in seclusion, and at least they can improve one or two realms."

"When the limelight passes, we will return to our old business..."

When the big man heard this, his eyes lit up and he just laughed and said:

"With so many spiritual stones, practicing in seclusion is too hard..."

Boss Jiang could see what he was thinking at a glance, kicked him, and scolded him: "Stop visiting the brothels, you are a worthless thing..."

The big man smiled apologetically, a little disapprovingly, glanced at the ink painting again, and asked:

"What about this kid? Sold together?"

Boss Jiang nodded, "I've thought about it. There are several junctions outside Qingzhou City. Once we get there, we can make as much money as we can..."

…

The two of them chatted, the night was too dark, and their tiredness was getting stronger, so they closed their eyes to rest.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Mo Hua, who was practicing the formation and eavesdropping on the "story", frowned.

"Several batches..."

"Mr. Tu..."

"Business and trade..."

It seems that there are more than one group of these human traffickers, and they are probably a large gang.

There are even demon cultivators inside...

I just don't know if the teams of demonic cultivators I met on the way are also in the business of "kidnapping and trafficking cultivators".

And "Mr. Tu"...

Who is this Mr. Tu?

"Calculate" whether it's a near miss or not?

How is it calculated?

Does he also know how to calculate the secrets of heaven? Or are there treasures like secret locks?

Mo Hua was a little confused and said:

"What should I do next?"

"Catch all these 'human traffickers' who abduct and sell monks?"

Mo Hua shook his head.

I am only in the early stages of foundation building, how can I have this ability...

Moreover, this is Qianzhou, not the second-grade Daheishan state boundary, where there are many high-level monks.

I have no power, no background, and no acquaintances, so no one can tell me the truth.

I'm not qualified to care about this kind of thing.

"Forget it, let's protect ourselves first..."

When approaching Qingzhou City, find an opportunity to sneak away.

The most urgent task is to join the sect.

This is the real thing, don't waste your time on other things.

At most, when you arrive in Qingzhou City, you can report it to Dao Tingsi, and let Dao Tingsi worry about what happens next. He is just a little foundation-building monk, and he can't control that much...

But that "Mr. Tu" who is good at pinching and calculating can pay attention to it later...

Mo Hua memorized the words "Mr. Tu" and continued to practice the formation on the Taoist monument.

When he woke up the next day, Mo Hua followed the others and continued on his way.

After traveling for several more days, we were less than a hundred miles away from Qingzhou City.

Mo Hua felt that it was time for him to escape.

The sky is big and the earth is big, so the beginning is big.

I don't have time to play with them anymore.

But when he walked to a mountain forest and took a break, Boss Jiang suddenly took out an iron bracelet, handed it to the ink painting, and said coldly:

"Bring it with you."

Mo Hua was stunned, "What is this?"

"Don't worry about it, just take it with you."

Boss Jiang's tone was indifferent.

The other monks also looked at the ink paintings and smiled sinisterly.

Mo Hua was "scared" and said: "I...I won't bring..."

A big man sneered: "It's not up to you..."

"Aren't you... going to take me to find my master?"

Mo Hua murmured, and at the same time quietly let go of his consciousness, preparing to find a corner, take advantage of him and sneak away with the water step, and then use the concealment technique to blend into the grass.

The first-level concealment technique is slightly less effective.

But I am small, and it is enough to get rid of these people by using the grass to confuse my sight.

These traffickers didn't know Mo Hua's thoughts.

Boss Jiang smiled gently, but he looked hypocritical and smiled superficially:

"You put on this bracelet, and we will take you to find your master..."

"Really?"

Mo Hua had a simple look on his face, but he was secretly lucky, and his heels were slightly lifted.

Boss Jiang wanted to say something else, but suddenly a big man in the crowd sneered:

"Looking for Master?"

"Little fool!"

"Whoever is so idle will take you to find your master who died somewhere..."

It was quiet for a while.

The expression on Mo Hua's face gradually faded away, his eyes were slightly cold, and dark shadows appeared in his eyes.

However, these changes only lasted for a moment, and disappeared in an instant without anyone noticing.

Boss Jiang suddenly looked at the big man with eyes like swords.

The big man shut up angrily.

Boss Jiang looked at Mo Hua and said gently:

"Little brother, don't mind if they talk nonsense..."

"We are taking you to see your master."

"This bracelet is a spiritual weapon. It not only protects you, but also prevents you from getting lost. If we can't find you, you better bring it with you... This is for your own good..."

Boss Jiang's tone was gentle, but his eyes were cold and he could not refuse.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay!"

Mo Hua took the bracelet and put it on his white and tender wrist.

Boss Jiang was relieved and looking at the ink painting was like looking at a lamb.

"Let's go..."

Boss Jiang led the way. Everyone laughed sinisterly and followed him forward.

Mo Hua walked behind and looked at everyone silently, as if he were looking at a group of dead people.

…

The subsequent ink painting was uneventful.

Boss Jiang was a little surprised, but thinking that even with the iron bracelets on, the little monk couldn't figure out anything, he didn't care too much.

After walking for more than a hundred miles, we arrived at a restaurant in the evening.

This place is only a few dozen miles away from Qingzhou City.

This restaurant is open in the wild, with a thatched roof and wooden eaves. It is quite spacious, but there are no diners.

There was a fat waiter and a thin waiter in the restaurant. When they saw Boss Jiang and others, they stared at each other and asked with a smile:

"Everyone, what do you want to eat?"

Boss Jiang said in a deep voice: "I won't eat."

The store owner asked: "What about accommodation?"

Jiang Laodaodao: "Can anyone live here?"

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said:

"You can't live here as an adult, but you can live in a small one."

Boss Jiang nodded, "That's it. Let's serve some food and wine."

The store owner said: "Okay!"

The conversation between the two was a bit strange.

Mo Hua thought about it and realized that these people were in the same group.

This shop owner is also a human trafficker, lurking here in disguise, contacting monks like Boss Jiang, and selling young monks like himself.

Everyone sat down in the restaurant.

The store served wine and food, then toasted to Mr. Jiang and asked in a low voice:

"Is it done?"

Boss Jiang nodded.

The shopkeeper glanced at the ink painting and frowned:

"That's him? He's not the right age, right..."

Boss Jiang shook his head, "No, this is a bargain picked up along the way. It's an important 'goods'. How could he be allowed to follow..."

"...Don't worry, everything is fine..."

The store owner felt relieved and said, "That's good..."

Boss Jiang asked again: "When will they come?"

"An hour later..."

"Where are the Gu family members?"

"Leaving the city..."

"Daotingsi..."

"There are people watching. There are no lackeys within a radius of ten or twenty miles..."

Boss Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Everyone else also looked much more relaxed.

They have been living in the open and in fear all the way, but now that the deal is finally coming to an end, they can earn enough spiritual stones and live a good life for several years, or even more than ten years.

The store served wine and meat.

Everyone was hungry all the way and couldn't help but feast, but they drank more restrainedly.

At the last moment, obviously he didn't want to miss anything.

Mo Hua was also given a small bowl of spiritual meat. He ate it while thinking about it.

"One hour..."

"Who is coming?"

"If it's a golden elixir, I probably won't be able to escape. If there are more people building a foundation, it will be more troublesome..."

"It seems like we need to make plans early..."

Mo Hua took a bite of the meat, then threw the bowl down and frowned: "It tastes so bad..."

The other monks looked over with evil eyes.

"Kid, what are you arguing about?"

Mo Hua said: "The meat is too unpalatable and poorly cooked. It's not as delicious as the one I made..."

The fat shopkeeper was furious, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is my ancestral craft!"

Mo Hua said disdainfully: "Then your ancestors are not very good either..."

"you……"

The fat store owner's face turned red with anger. Boss Jiang held him down and motioned him to calm down, "You're just a kid, what are you arguing about..."

At this time, it is better to do less than to do more.

Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting and said, "If it doesn't suit your taste, just do it yourself."

It's the last meal anyway, so it doesn't matter if the child follows his own heart and eats something delicious.

Boss Jiang said silently in his heart.

Mo Hua said happily: "Okay!" Then he got up and went to the kitchen.

Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting silently.

The chef is inside the restaurant, sealed in all directions, and the ink painting is wearing an iron bracelet, so he can't escape, not to mention there are about ten people watching.

However, in order to avoid things going wrong, Boss Jiang still let out a trace of his consciousness while eating meat and drinking wine, paying attention to the movements in the kitchen.

Mo Hua is really stewing meat.

The ingredients in this restaurant are all spiritual meat. There are fewer varieties, but the quality of the meat is good.

Obviously, this group of people are doing unscrupulous things, but they are living a prosperous life.

Spiritual meat is very expensive. Mo Hua doesn't eat much on weekdays and is reluctant to eat it, but now there's no need to be polite...

Mo Hua picked some good meat and put it into the pot to cook. Then he followed the recipe taught by his mother, controlled the heat, added spices, stewed out the flavor of the meat, and blended it with the flavor of the spices...

Mo Hua also noticed Boss Jiang's peeping consciousness.

But it's strange that with such strength of his consciousness, he can keep an eye on himself.

After Mo Hua finished adjusting the flavor, he turned down the heat and simmered slowly.

Then he took out several bottles of spiritual ink from the "Nazi Ring".

His storage bag was "confiscated" by Boss Jiang, who said he was keeping it temporarily for him.

Mo Hua doesn't care either.

He put all the key things in the "Nazi Ring" given to him by Master. This Nazi Ring cannot be seen by others and is very safe.

Now, he needs to remove the iron bracelet from his wrist.

Mo Hua took out the spiritual ink, then used his finger to control the ink with his spiritual consciousness, condensed the formation patterns on the bracelet, and unlocked the iron bracelet locked on his hand.

This iron bracelet has the effect of suppressing spirits and tracking.

Daotingsi also has similar spiritual weapons, which are used to lock sins and cultivate.

The trouble is this iron bracelet, it has a formation painted on it.

But the good thing is the formation painted on it.

For Mo Hua, as long as it's a matter of formation, it's not a problem.

That's why he wore the iron bracelet honestly at that time.

"Trying to use this formation to trap me is a bit of a trick..."

Mo Hua snorted softly in his heart.

Once the formation on the iron bracelet is solved, it loses its effect.

After that, it’s time to get down to business…

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright, giving birth to shadows, the pupils were dark, and the incarnation of divine thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness was also covered with a strange "Taoist robe".

His consciousness poured out like a tide.

And the spiritual ink also floated from the bottle, condensed into a thread, fell to the ground, and melted into the soil, like a thin thread, and like a blood snake, secretly, winding, crawling outside layer by layer...

It is getting late and the twilight is dim.

Everyone didn't know that there was something terrible, winding on the ground, like a spider web, connected layer by layer, and forming step by step...

…

The meat is delicate and does not take long to cook.

Soon, Mo Hua cooked the meat.

He put it in a bowl as big as his face and held it outside. He ate the meat and drank the soup by himself and enjoyed it very much.

The others looked at him silently.

I was not only surprised that this kid could really cook, but also a little surprised that the food made by this kid seemed to taste and smell good.

But none of them bothered Mo Hua.

It seems that no matter how well Mo Hua eats, it is still a bowl of "dead meal".

The child was sold without knowing who the buyer was or what he was buying it for...

Either for raising, or for enslaving, or for refining elixirs, talismans, or weapons...

Whether it's life or death, it's hard to say.

So there is nothing wrong with calling it "eating without one's head".

Mo Hua finished a large bowl of meat, his belly was full, and his body felt warm after drinking the soup.

He poured another glass of wine from the table, held it in both hands, walked up to Boss Jiang, and toasted to Boss Jiang.

Boss Jiang was a little surprised.

Mo Hua held the wine bowl and said seriously:

"Thank you all for taking care of me along the way. I'd like to toast you all and send you on your way!"

Mo Hua picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Boss Jiang laughed, but he sneered in his heart, but he still picked up the wine bowl, but halfway through drinking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with what Mo Hua said...

Send all brothers on their way?

Which way?

Boss Jiang was startled.

But while Mo Hua was toasting and attracting everyone's attention, he quietly shattered a bag of spirit stones and activated the formation with his spiritual thoughts.

Spiritual energy fluctuations spread.

Boss Jiang knew something was wrong and looked sharply at Mo Hua.

He stretched out his big hand and wanted to grab Mo Hua, but Mo Hua was suddenly wrapped in a mass of water mist, making him invisible and erratic.

When Boss Jiang grabbed it, it seemed like he had caught a ball of water mist. His hand was hazy and empty.

When he looked again, the ink painting had drifted away and stood in the corner.

It is as graceful as a startled dragon, and its body is like passing water. It is both real and illusory.

"What kind of movement is this?"

Boss Jiang was frightened and wanted to pursue him again, but suddenly he glanced out of the corner of his eye and his eyes twitched.

At some point, dense and profound bright red lines suddenly appeared on the ground. They were dazzlingly red against the dusk. Spiritual energy flowed among them, like flowing magma, wrapping them all in it!

"Killing Formation?!"

Boss Jiang's heart trembled and his eyes were horrified.

Questions about updates…

Although it is updated once a day, the number of words is actually about the same as twice a day.

Because I don’t want to break the chapter, I won’t separate it.

Towards the end of writing a long novel, I will become more tired and anxious as I write, so I can only adjust slowly and not write too hard or numb myself.

The premise of updating the rhythm adjustment is that I can ensure that I finish writing the book according to the outline.

Your energy is limited and cannot be overdrawn.

When my mentality is good and my condition is good, I will add more and write more.

Some book friends feel that the writing is slow, and I am also sad, but it is true that the writing is not fast...

If it is really too slow, I can only endure the pain with tears, and I advise everyone to take care of it first~

I'm very sorry (ashamed.jpg).