Asking about longevity

In the woods on the banks of the Yanshui River.

The dragon crossing the river, covered with scars, knelt on the ground.

Cheng Mo and the other two faced each other with solemn expressions.

The proud-looking young man in gold-threaded brocade clothes sneered to himself, and he was followed by six or seven young monks, all of whom looked unkind.

This young man in golden clothes and the young monks around him are all mid-stage Foundation Establishment monks.

Mo Hua crouched invisibly on the tree. After thinking for a while, he still didn't reveal himself rashly.

Cheng Mo was sneak attacked by the golden-robed young man. Although he blocked the sword light, his blood was still surging and he couldn't help but said angrily:

"Who are you?"

The young man in gold said contemptuously: "You don't deserve to know."

Situ Jian's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "It's Duanjinmen. That sword energy just now is Duanjinmen's Duanjin Sword Control Technique."

Situ Jian practiced swordsmanship and knew a lot about all the more prominent swordsmanship sects in Qianxue State.

Although he has never learned many distinctive sword techniques, he still knows a thing or two about them.

Mo Hua, who was hiding in the tree, was stunned.

Break the Golden Gate?

No wonder...

He felt why this sword energy was so familiar. It turned out that he had obtained it from Boss Jiang, the sword technique of the Jinmen Sect - the Broken Gold Sword Control Technique.

He even practiced it himself...

It's just that he is not a sword cultivator. The Broken Gold Sword Qi he temporarily repaired was too weak, just like a "fake". It was completely different from the sharp sword Qi in the hands of the golden-clothed monk just now. I didn't think of it for a moment. …

"Broken Golden Gate..."

Mo Hua's eyes glanced over the group of young men in gold, his expression thoughtful.

The young man in gold clothes became more and more arrogant when his identity was revealed.

"Oh? You recognize my Broken Golden Sword Qi from Broken Golden Gate, so you have some knowledge."

Yang Qianjun snorted coldly and looked sharply:

"So what if we break the Golden Gate? What we are doing is offering a reward from the Dao Tingsi, and we are following the orders of the sect. Do you still want to rob it by force?"

The young man in gold sneered, "You are offering a reward, but we are not?"

He flicked his sleeves, pointed at Duan Jianglong and said:

"We have been keeping an eye on this bastard for several days. We had already cornered him and were waiting to close the net. We never thought that you little bastards would step in and capture and rob him first. Do you think it’s because of our efforts that you brats don’t know how to measure things?”

Seeing them confusing right and wrong, Cheng Mo cursed:

"You fart! You are staring at a fart! I obviously want to grab the credit and give you face... No, I want to put gold on your ass that looks like a 'face'!"

The young man in gold blushed and looked embarrassed.

He was born in a humble family and was also a master in the sect. When had he ever been so humiliated, his eyes could not help but look cold and stern.

"You little bastard, you're looking for death!"

Cheng Mo was still not afraid, Yang Qianjun held a spear in his hand, and Situ Jian also said proudly:

"You are a member of a noble family, and so are we. You have a sect, and so do we! What? Do you still want to kill us in this wilderness?"

The golden-robed young man's expression froze and his face trembled.

He really didn't dare...

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would kill him if he wanted to. Even if Dao Tingsi came to the door, he would just push the loser out to take the blame.

There are many ways to escape guilt.

But if the person who killed was a monk from an aristocratic family or a disciple of the sect, then the matter would not be so easy to resolve.

Beside the young master in golden clothes, a young monk flattered him and said:

"Master Jin, killing them would be dirty, so we will break a few of their ribs and humiliate them..."

"Even if they go back and file a complaint, they will only lose face."

There was also someone nearby who echoed with a strange tone:

"Yes, let these fledgling boys know that you have to be smart when you go out to hang out, and you can't offend people you shouldn't offend..."

The young man in gold, who was called "Master Jin", nodded and said condescendingly:

"Well, I am not a narrow-minded person..."

He glanced at the Crossing River Dragon who was kneeling on the ground, and snorted coldly, "Keep our 'prey' here, and then apologize to me, and I can forget about it and let you leave, otherwise..."

Mr. Jin's smile was a little twisted, and there was a light golden sharp sword energy floating on his body. "Don't blame me for being rude and discipline you for your sect..."

Cheng Mo couldn't see how arrogant he was, and was about to scold him again, when Taixu Ling was suddenly shocked. He took it out and looked at it, and saw a word on it:

"Walk."

This is from Mo Hua.

Situ Jian and others also received it.

They looked at each other, exchanged opinions with their eyes, and nodded slightly.

Mr. Jin also saw their tokens and frowned, "Are you disciples of Taixu Sect?"

When Cheng Mo and the others go out on missions, they usually wear regular clothes and do not wear Taixu Sect's Taoist robes.

Although Mr. Jin guessed that they were disciples of a sect, he did not know which sect they were disciples from at first.

Cheng Mo held his head high, "Yes, you know you're afraid."

Mr. Jin sneered, "It's just Taixu Sect, not one of the four major sects. Do you think you'll be afraid if we break the Golden Sect?"

"Besides..."

Mr. Jin smiled meaningfully and said, "Your Taixu Sect has loose sect rules, your disciples do not strive for advancement, and your swordsmanship is not as good as yours every year. You are no longer worthy of being ranked among the 'Eight Gates'."

"If this continues, sooner or later, I will replace the Golden Gate..."

Cheng Mo scolded: "You golden straw bag, you are so wishful thinking, dreaming about your mother's dreams!"

Mr. Jin's eyes gradually showed a sharp look.

Situ Jian immediately held Cheng Mo down and whispered:

"Don't cause any trouble, let's go first."

Cheng Mo reluctantly shut his mouth.

There were many people on the opposite side, and their cultivation levels were very high. They were obviously disciples of Duanjinmen who were one year above them. It was indeed unwise to have a head-on conflict at such a disadvantage.

Cheng Mo kicked the River Crossing Dragon on the ground again, and then the four of them gathered together, clenched the spiritual weapons in their hands, and slowly retreated out of the forest, keeping an eye on Young Master Jin and his party.

Seeing that they were about to leave, a disciple from Jin Gongzi beside him asked:

"Sir, would you like to..."

Mr. Jin looked indifferent and said, "Those from the Taixu Sect can't be moved casually. It's really making a big fuss. Even if you break the Golden Sect, you can't protect us. Unlike those small sects..."

The man cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

Afterwards, Mr. Jin and his party just stood there with disdain, watching Cheng Mo and the others leave.

Cheng Mo and the other two walked out of the woods and got further away, looking a little angry.

"The bastard who broke the Golden Gate!"

"How shameless!"

"They took advantage of the strength of their numbers to snatch the people we worked so hard to arrest."

"Six hundred points of merit!"

Cheng Mo felt a pain in his body.

Situ Jian and the others also sighed.

After so much effort, the meritorious service that was finally achieved was just gone.

Yang Qianjun was a little skeptical, "Didn't we accept this mission? How did the people at Broken Golden Gate know about it?"

"They didn't accept the mission. They want to arrest people directly and send them to Daotingsi in exchange for a reward?"

"Or did he just happen to be passing by, and he suddenly thought that we were easy to bully, so he just started to rob us?"

Cheng Mo and others shook their heads, looking confused.

Situ Jian was suddenly startled: "Where is Mo Hua?"

He looked around, thinking that Mo Hua was hiding around him so they couldn't see him, so he shouted softly:

"Little senior brother~"

But the surroundings were empty and no one was around.

Hao Xuan took out the Taixu Ling, glanced at it, raised his head and said, "Senior Brother, let us go first and wait for him at the ferry. He will come back to us later."

Cheng Mo wondered: "What did he do?"

Hao Xuan shook his head.

How could he guess what the little senior brother was thinking?

"Are we going to the ferry?" Cheng Mo asked.

Situ Jian thought for a while and couldn't guess what Mo Hua wanted to do. He shook his head and said:

"We'll wait here. It's not far from the woods. If Mo Hua is in danger, we can still provide support."

"Duanjinmen has a large number of people, but even if there is a conflict and they arrest us, they will never dare to kill us. At most, we will only suffer a little."

"But if Mo Hua is alone and caught by them, it will be hard to say..."

Although Mo Hua is also a disciple of the Taixu Sect, he is apparently just a casual cultivator and has no family to rely on.

Those who break Jinmen may not have any scruples.

Cheng Mo and others nodded solemnly.

…

In the grove, Mo Hua was still lying on the big tree, leaning his head and looking down secretly.

The sky is getting late, the sun has set, the glow has converged, and the light in the forest has become darker.

Cheng Mo and others left. Except for Crossing the River Dragon, the only ones left in the forest were the "Golden Master" and a group of "husband and dog friends" around him.

Mr. Jin kicked the dragon crossing the river over with one kick, then stepped on it, looking indifferently and said:

"You evil beast, you are full of evil, did you know you would be here today?"

There was blood in Guojiang Dragon's mouth, and he sighed, "The sect's trash, the sanctimonious beast, dare to bully grandpa..."

Mr. Jin pressed his feet hard, and Guojianglong groaned and swallowed the rest of the curse words into his throat.

Several other Jinmen Duanmen disciples also looked angry.

"Young Master, there is no need to gossip with this beast, crush his throat, destroy his meridians, and throw him into the Dao Tingsi to receive the reward."

"How dare you insult me ​​and break the Golden Gate? I don't know how to write the word 'death'?"

Mr. Jin kicked Jiang Long again, "You evil beast, tell me! Where are your other accomplices?"

The dragon crossing the river spat a mouthful of blood, but did not speak.

Mr. Jin frowned and ordered the disciples around him: "Scatter around and search to see if there are any accomplices of this evil beast nearby."

"Yes, sir!"

The others took the order and gradually dispersed in groups of two or three.

The forest instantly became quiet, leaving only the domineering Mr. Jin and the scarred Dragon Crossing the River.

The pale darkness of night filled the air, covering the forest.

Mr. Jin looked around the empty forest with gloomy eyes, and his consciousness scanned back and forth several times. Then he withdrew his foot from crossing the river dragon and threw him a light red pill.

"have eaten."

The Dragon Crossing the River took the elixir, swallowed it in his belly, and his complexion improved instantly.

The ink painting hidden on the tree was startled when he saw this, and said softly "Oh~" in his heart.

"These two people... actually know each other..."

Mr. Jin looked at the embarrassed look of Dragon Crossing the River and couldn't help but frown and said, "What a waste!"

What else did the Dragon Crossing the River want to say?

Mr. Jin said: "Wait a minute."

He casually took out two formation flags, waved his sleeves, and nailed the formation flags to the ground like darts.

Above the formation flag, spiritual power circulated, and an inconspicuous pale white barrier rose, covering Mr. Jin and Dragon Crossing the River.

Soundproof array?

Mo Hua blinked and muttered in his heart:

"Quite cautious..."

But in front of him, playing this little trick is a bit out of line.

With a sweep of his consciousness and a little calculation in his mind, he could find the spiritual gaps in the flow of the formation and see through the flaws in the formation.

The powerful and obscure spiritual consciousness instantly penetrated the barrier of the sound isolation array.

But Guojiang Long and the other two were still unaware.

They were talking "privately".

"……waste!"

"...It's not that I'm incompetent, it's just those little brats who are too weird..."

"It's a fishing net and a formation..."

"If I wasn't careful, I was caught in a net, fished to the shore, dragged into the forest, and attacked by those brats..."

"It's not that I was careless, but that they acted too carefully."

Guo Jianglong said: "I guess they must have someone who has given instructions. This person is hiding in the dark, planning secretly, insidious and despicable, with sophisticated methods..."

"Okay!" Mr. Jin said scornfully, "If you miss, you miss. Don't make excuses for yourself. It's not your first day out here."

Mr. Jin's face was gloomy, "It's really bad. Do you think the 'Masters' will listen to your explanation?"

Mo Hua was startled.

Young Masters...?

Why is there still a young master?

And also young men?

Is this Young Master Jin not the real Young Master?

When Dragon Crossing the River heard the three words "Young Masters", his face turned pale and his eyes were horrified.

"Yes... I was careless. I accidentally fell into the trap of those little brats and almost ruined the affairs of the young masters."

"It's me who is stupid..."

The dragon crossing the river said in fear.

Mr. Jin nodded with satisfaction, but after a moment, he frowned again, "How did these sect brats find you?"

The dragon crossing the river looked bitter, "I don't know either..."

He practices the White Wave Technique and can move freely in the water, making waves and being lawless.

Unexpectedly, for some reason today, someone caught him, set an ambush, and dragged him from the river to the shore.

Crossing the River Dragon recalled the incident in detail, and his heart sank, "Could it be that... someone is targeting me?"

Mr. Jin also looked ugly, but after thinking for a moment, he still shook his head and said:

"Not quite like..."

"If someone is really targeting you, they won't send a few brats to catch you."

"Most likely they accepted the reward from the sect to earn some merit... But if they can catch you, these little brats are quite capable."

Mr. Jin sneered, then looked at Jiang Long indifferently and scolded:

"I asked you to keep a low profile and just kill someone. How can you be found out by Dao Tingsi if your hands and feet are not clean?"

"If not, how could these sect brats catch you?"

The Dragon Crossing the River was helpless, "I didn't want to either. I just wanted to cut their boat, drag those people into the water, and let the water monster eat them..."

"Unexpectedly, the man surnamed Lin actually carried the 'water-avoiding beads' with him. Several water monsters couldn't kill him. I had no choice but to use the three shark hooks to tear out his throat, leaving traces. Discovered by Daotingsi..."

Mo Hua's expression changed.

The one with the surname "Lin"?

Among those six people, the dead young master of the family was named "Lin"?

Mo Hua silently wrote down the last name, and then heard Mr. Jin over there continue:

"There has been a lot of buzz recently. I will send you to Dao Prison later, and you will 'die' inside. Dao Tingsi will close the case and seal your file. When the storm subsides, you can change your face and name." , continue to work for 'Master'..."

Guo Jianglong said: "Thank you so much, Mr. Jin, but..."

Mr. Jin said in a deep voice: "Say."

Crossing the River Dragon lowered his voice and said with an uneasy expression:

"Why has the situation... been so bad recently?"

"Those brothers who were bleeding, one or two, were either caught or killed, or they were like lost dogs and dared not show their heads..."

"I can count on both hands the number of people who can still breathe and hang out on the road now..."

"Even the 'Venerable'...the Venerable who is one step away from the golden elixir and whose magic is terrifying..."

The dragon crossing the river looked horrified, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Mr. Jin looked serious and said with stern eyes:

"Mr. Tu guessed that we were being plotted..."

"For so many years, there has never been any trouble, and there has never been any news. However, in just over a year, the bloodthirsty people have lost more than half of their lives one after another..."

"... They all had dirty hands and feet, leaving clues behind, and were targeted by Daotingsi. Then Daotingsi sent a mission, and the disciples of the sect were responsible for arresting them in exchange for merit."

"What's even more strange is that the person who issued the reward in this process was Daotingsi, and the people who accepted the reward were ordinary sect disciples. They may not have known anything about it."

"And on the surface, there are no clues."

Mr. Jin’s tone was slightly cold:

"So I guess... there must be an invisible, huge 'black hand' manipulating all of this secretly..."

Mr. Jin is decisive.

The ink painting on the tree couldn't help but look down at his white and tender hands and blinked in confusion.

Dragon Crossing the River looked pale and his voice was hoarse as he asked:

"We can't find out who the 'mastermind' is?"

Mr. Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, "Mr. Tu didn't say anything, but I already have a candidate in mind..."

Mo Hua was curious and couldn't help but pricked up his ears.

Mr. Jin said in a deep voice: "This person is very likely to be Daoting Sidiansi..."

Mr. Jin paused for a moment, his eyes sharp:

"...Gu Changhuai!"

Mo Hua was stunned.

Mr. Jin continued: "The Gu family has served in the Daoting Division for generations. They have a pedantic temperament and are not from the same group as us."

"This Gu Changhuai is a direct descendant of the Gu family. He is cultivated in the golden elixir. He is withdrawn, moody and unpredictable."

"And his cultivation and Taoism are all top-notch, and his strength should not be underestimated."

"Even Master Huo, who possessed forbidden arts and was considered invincible under the second-level golden elixir, died in the hands of Gu Changhuai!"

Mr. Jin's eyes were filled with anger and fear.

"This Gu Changhuai, even if he is not the 'mastermind', is certainly an extremely important 'chess piece' in the hands of the person behind the scenes!"

"This person must be our life and death enemy!"

Crossing the River Dragon also believed it and nodded solemnly.

Mo Hua doesn’t know what to say...

Mr. Jin glanced at Dragon Crossing the River and said calmly:

"You remember my words, these days, you must act with caution."

"Today is different from the past. We can no longer leave any loopholes. If you get burned, implicate the young masters, and ruin big things, you won't even be able to die happily."

Dragon Crossing the River pursed his lips and nodded tremblingly.

Mr. Jin was still worried and warned again:

"Also...be strict with your mouth."

"No matter who asks, you can't say a word. If pressed, you can just..."

Mr. Jin pointed his fingers together, crossed his neck, and signaled to the dragon crossing the river.

The dragon crossing the river turned pale.

Mr. Jin patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Death of the physical body does not mean real death. If you have seen some things, you should also understand..."

The dragon crossing the river looked frightened and remained silent.

Mr. Jin nodded with satisfaction, "Remember what I said..."

There was movement outside the woods, as if someone was coming.

Mr. Jin flicked out two sword energy from his fingers, smashing the two soundproof formation flags into pieces, and then kicked down the Dragon Crossing the River with one kick.

The dragon crossing the river fell to the ground and pretended to be unconscious.

After a while, the Duanjinmen disciples who had just been sent to search around came back and said respectfully:

"Sir, there are no traces of this evil beast's accomplices around."

Mr. Jin looked displeased, and after a moment he sighed and said:

"That's all, it's enough to capture this one. Find two people and take this 'dragon crossing the river' to Daotingsi. The reward will be shared equally among everyone."

All the Jinmen Duanmen disciples looked happy, cupped their hands and said:

"Thank you, sir!"

Mr. Jin nodded slightly, gave Jiang Long a final contemptuous look, and then walked away haughtily.

The other disciples followed him, leaving only two of them, who picked up the "unconscious" Crossing the River Dragon and escorted him to Daotingsi.

After a while, everyone in the grove left, and everything was quiet.

Mo Hua, who had been invisible all this time, jumped down from the big tree and left without anyone noticing.

He originally wanted to go directly to the ferry to meet Cheng Mo and the others, but he didn't want to leave the woods. Not long after walking, he met Cheng Mo and the others.

The four of them, Cheng Mo and others, lurked in the grass and stared at the woods with sharp eyes, as if waiting for him.

Mo Hua felt slightly warm in his heart and showed his figure.

Cheng Mo and the others were shocked and asked one after another:

"Mo Hua, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Mo Hua said.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then Cheng Mo asked: "Are we... going back to the sect now?"

He looked a little disappointed, and the eyes of Situ Jian and others also looked a little sad.

People were robbed, and the original 120 points of merit per person were gone.

But Mo Hua shook his head and said: "There's no rush, we can't go in vain."

Everyone was startled and couldn't help but look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua said confidently: "A gentleman's revenge does not last overnight. If they dare to rob us, we will rob them now!"