Asking about longevity

Chapter 692: Sword Marks (Thank you to the leader who showed his teeth without grinning and rewarded~)

The moment he set foot on the land, Mo Hua's consciousness felt a twinge of pain.

A bright red appeared in front of my eyes.

There were ferocious laughter, painful cries, and desperate wails in my ears.

As if the cause and effect were reversed and time went back, the tragic scenes that happened in this fishing village hundreds of years ago reappeared before the eyes of the ink painting like a fleeting glimpse.

This fishing village was completely bloodbathed...

 Suddenly, Mo Hua saw a glimmer of the truth.

In the blood mist, miserable wails could be heard one after another. All the fishing cultivators were slaughtered, and the blood flowed into the earth, soaking the soil, and along the water and soil, polluting the surroundings of the fishing village...

 A light golden god.

This god…

 Is there any connection between Xie's family and the small fishing village?

Mo Hua raised his head and glanced at the deepest part of the fishing village, revealing an intriguing look.

Mo Hua glanced at the current **** fishing village and couldn't help but sigh.

Mo Hua warned.

However, the most urgent priority is to save people.

Mo Hua suddenly turned pale and fainted, as if he had seen something terrible, and his expression was ugly.

Gu An and Gu Quan were a little worried, but they still nodded obediently.

The smell of fish and old rancidity floated in the air, and the soil on the soles of the feet was crimson.

"It's okay." Mo Hua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "The atmosphere is too depressing. I have a temporary nightmare to calm my mood."

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

 The small fishing village originally had a god.

Mo Hua was just about to leave when he suddenly remembered something. He took out three spiritual weapons that could calm the mind and calm the mind and handed them to Gu An and the others.

only…

 The results of this **** are certainly self-evident.

 The fishing cultivators in the small fishing village were all wiped out after being contaminated by the evil god.

The monks who destroyed the village only had dark and ferocious figures. Their faces could not be seen clearly, and their identities could not be identified.

 Gu An and the other three: “…”

Although Gu An and Gu Quan brought water hidden jade, the concealment effect of this kind of spiritual weapon was limited, and the two of them did not have enough concealment experience.

What happened to this fishing village? Why did he feel so familiar? It seemed that he had seen similar scenes somewhere before.

This **** has a pale golden light on his body. He is obviously of high rank, but has been contaminated by the evil god.

 “Little Master Mo, are you okay?” Gu An asked worriedly.

Yu Dahe was worried about his son and was anxious, but at this time he had to suppress his impatience and wait patiently.

 Believers were massacred and fishing villages polluted.

This god's eyes also turned bright red, showing murderous intent towards those who dared to peek into the ink paintings of cause and effect.

It is no longer an evil god, but also an evil god.

 The ink painting consumed his spiritual consciousness, trying to see the face of this **** clearly, but at this moment, the blood mist surged and obscured everything.

The Xie family was wiped out by the Fire Buddha. They were all slaughtered and died miserably. Moreover, as soon as he stepped into the door of the Xie family, evil signs of karma appeared.

 The surroundings were gloomy and gloomy.

It seems that blood and earth have merged into one, but it has been dry and silent for many years.

This kind of "professional work" of stealth eavesdropping has to be done by oneself.

“I will become invisible first and go in to check the situation. You guys find a place to hide. If you hear any movement, run over and save me. If there is no movement, just wait where you are and don’t let anyone discover you.”

Mo Hua recalled the scenes that had just emerged in his mind one by one, and he had a rough guess in his mind.

 Xie Jia!

Mo Hua broke into a cold sweat and opened his eyes suddenly.

  We cannot let two innocent children become sacrifices to the evil god.

 The ink painting is focused and thoughtful, with pupils narrowed.

Even though the Fire Buddha died, the Bishan Demon Cave was annihilated, and the Demon Palace inside was destroyed, Mo Hua always feels that there are still deep causes and effects that have not been solved.

 As for the result…

Other than that, the surroundings are very quiet, the blood mist is not thick, and there are no floating blood leeches. It seems safer than outside the village.

Mo Hua recalled the Xie family’s affairs again.

“This is a spiritual weapon to calm the nerves. Each of you should take one so that you can keep it with you.”

These three spiritual weapons are also familiar to Gu An. It was Master Chang Huai who ordered them to take them out from the Gu family's warehouse and give them to Young Master Mo.

Gu An was a little confused, "Young Master, what is this spiritual weapon used to soothe the mind? It should not only be used to calm the mind and calm the mind..."

 “It is used to protect the sea of ​​consciousness.”

 “Protect the sea of ​​consciousness?”

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "It's a bit complicated to explain, but you can just carry it with you. It's for life-saving purposes, so it's very important."

"Okay!" Seeing Mo Hua's solemn words, Gu An also accepted it solemnly, but then looked at Mo Hua with some worry, "The spiritual weapons have been given to us, where are you, young master?"

 “I don’t need to.” Mo Hua said confidently.

 These spiritual weapons are actually of little use to you.

 Your own spiritual consciousness itself is an excellent weapon for protecting the gods!

Gu An and Gu Quan don’t quite understand, but looking at the ink paintings, they still feel that Young Master Mo is so awesome...

 After that, Gu An and the other three were waiting where they were.

Mo Hua remained hidden and began to explore the fishing village in a familiar way.

This fishing village is completely deserted, with collapsed stone walls, withered thatch, and some signs of dilapidation left by the destruction of the village everywhere.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and saw a large fishing house not far away. There were a few lights in the house, and a few figures were looming.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, then tiptoed forward.

Before he even approached the fish house, Mo Hua suddenly caught sight of something from the corner of his eye, and his expression was startled.

"This is…"

Mo Hua turned around, walked closer and took a closer look, and found a stone pillar on the roadside. Half of it had been cut off, leaving obvious sword marks.

 “Sword marks?”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up and he couldn’t help but think:

“Could this be something that the senior sword cultivator left behind when he entered the fishing village and fought with people or evil spirits?”

Mo Hua touched the cross section of the stone pillar with his hand.

 The cross section is smooth, obviously the sword is extremely sharp.

It’s just that over the years, the sword energy has long dissipated, and the cross section is also covered with a layer of sticky dirt.

Mo Hua wanted to try to observe this sword mark and understand some usage of sword energy.

But his superficial swordsmanship skills are simply not enough to support him in such a difficult mastery of swordsmanship.

 If the sword energy is not good, what about the sword intention?

 Ink paintings release spiritual consciousness and perceive the sword's intention.

 On the cross section, an extremely subtle sword gleam emerged, which survived for hundreds of years. The ink painting was shocked.

 But these sword lights are still too weak, and nothing can be understood.

The pupils of the ink painting are deep, and the texture of the heavenly secret emerges in the eyes. The heavenly secret is used to calculate and amplify the divine calculation. When you look at it carefully, you can see that the Qi on the cross section is sharp and sharp.

 A very sharp, light blue cold light, full of edge.

Mo Hua's eyes stung slightly, and he felt an extremely strong pressure in his consciousness, as if a master of swordsmanship was pointing an extremely sharp sword between his eyebrows.

 Then everything passed in an instant.

 On the cross section, the slight sword glow completely dissipated.

 In the heavenly calculations, the sword theory of cause and effect has disappeared.

The ink painting was stunned for a moment, as if lost.

 “This is…spiritual thought transformed into a sword…”

The extremely pure killing intent, the sharpest sword intent, and the stunning sword intent transformed by divine thoughts in a single glance shocked Mo Hua's heart and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

 The ink painting was lost in thought for a moment, and then the eyes became bright and gleaming.

 “This is…spiritual thought transformed into a sword…”

“And it’s very possible that it’s from the Taixu Sect, and the Taixu Spiritual Mind turns into a sword’s true art…”

 I finally saw with my own eyes and experienced it with my own eyes, the real sword of divine thought transformed by divine consciousness!

Mo Hua touched the broken stone pillar again.

 Unfortunately, there is nothing left on the stone pillar.

But that's okay.

 Where there is one there are two.

Back then, the senior sword cultivator entered a fishing village that was contaminated by evil gods and full of dangers. It was impossible for him to use his sword only once.

 There must be other traces of "spiritual thoughts turned into swords" in this fishing village.

 As long as you observe them one by one, even if you can't learn how to turn your spiritual consciousness into a sword, it should be no problem if you have a rough understanding of how to use your spiritual consciousness and how to use your spiritual consciousness.

 Ink painting is full of expectations.

I just don’t know where there are sword marks left in this fishing village...

Mo Hua muttered in his heart, suddenly startled, and then realized that there was still something important to do.

"Rescue people first, saving people is more important..." Mo Hua thought silently in his heart.

 The matter of "sword marks" will be discussed later.

 Then he hid his figure again and continued walking towards the big fishing house in front.

 There is no formation around the fishing house, and there are no other means of protection.

  It is estimated that the monks staying in the fishing village did not think that outsiders could come here, so no other defenses were set up.

 This also makes ink painting convenient.

The door of the fishing house was closed, and there was a faint sound of voices inside.

Mo Hua used his hands and feet to climb lightly onto the roof of the fishing house and looked into the house through the gaps between the thatches.

Although the fishing house is large, the furnishings are shabby, and the lights inside the house are dim.

 There were several monks inside, drinking wine around the table.

Most of these monks were dressed in black, with the exception of one person. He had a beard and a body with dark and strong muscles. He was the Dragon Crossing the River.

 Wine is a strong drink with a strong flavor. There are also several plates of fried food and some dried fish on the table to accompany the wine.

A few people were eating and drinking, chatting and complaining at the same time.

 Mo Hua listened carefully and all he heard were words like "bird weather", "gloomy place", "dead people", "bad luck" and the like.

 In addition to this, there is actually... "Gu Changhuai"?

 “That **** Gu Changhuai…”

“I don’t know why I went crazy, but I have been staring at me for several months, and my ghost is still there…”

 “Kill him sooner or later!”

 “You’re bragging, you’re just building a foundation, you’ve eaten the heart of a bear and you’re a leopard, and you still want to kill the golden elixir?”

“You know nothing! Don’t bully a young man into being poor! Sooner or later I will also be able to form elixirs, refine mercury and enter Taoism, cultivate high-grade golden elixirs, learn the sword techniques of the Zhen sect, and compete with that man named Gu.”

　　…"You will humiliate him in every possible way, and then kill him!"

 “Okay, stop dreaming…”

“It’s strange to say that Gu is a third-grade Diansi, and he usually arrested criminal cultivators in the Golden Core Realm before. How come this year, he suddenly fell ill and started to attack foundations?”

 A man in black said in a deep voice, "Did he...know something?"

 The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

A man in black at the front seat had sharp eyes, took a sip of wine, and whispered:

“According to Mr. Wang, there is someone behind the scenes who is secretly instigating Gu Changhuai to go against us.”

"who?"

Someone said impatiently: "Damn it, you are an idiot, you already said you are an expert, how can we know?"

“Who is a true master who doesn’t hide himself deeply?”

 “What the hell…”

“Alright!” the man in black at the head said coldly, “We are all descendants of aristocratic families, please pay attention to your words and deeds.”

"yes, Sir…"

 Others whispered.

Everyone drank in silence. After a while, someone found something to say to each other. A few of them looked at each other and started chatting.

The words are just frivolous, mostly pornographic jokes.

Most of them are talking about which family has a beautiful girl, which sect has a good figure, or which spiritual root girl is moist and interesting...

Mo Hua listened for a while and frowned.

 Can these people be successful?

I don’t want to hear this myself, so why don’t you guys get together and talk about something serious?

  But they did not follow Mo Hua's wishes and were still "talking and talking".

 After a while, someone suddenly asked Jiang Long, "Li Yu, why the **** are you still drinking without saying a word?"

The dragon crossing the river was a little distracted and frowned:

 “I always feel that something is wrong…”

 “What’s wrong?”

The Dragon Crossing the River's eyes narrowed slightly, "I always feel like someone is staring at me..."

The ink painting on the roof felt a shiver in his heart, and he quickly withdrew his gaze, lying on his back, but the water step had already begun, and he was ready to run away if he disagreed with her.

Next, Guo Jianglong said again: "To be honest, when I was in Taoist Prison, I felt that I was being watched. After I faked my death and escaped into the Yanshui River, I was fine at first and felt free."

“But after a while, for some reason, I seemed to be targeted by something again.”

“I don’t just stare all the time. I stare for a while and then I rest for a while. There will be a period of time in between, about ten days. I don’t know why..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, because I have to go back to class...

Dragon Crossing the River looked a little confused, "But this is impossible. I won't say anything on the shore, but in the water, relying on Bailang Jue and Bailang Shenfa, I can integrate with the Yanshui River. After so many years, I can't say anything at all. No one can keep an eye on me..."

"So this matter is very strange..."

 The man in black in the first seat's eyes darkened, "Have you checked?"

"I checked." Guo Jianglong nodded, "I used all the methods I could, but I couldn't find any traces..."

 “That’s it.”

 “You must be worrying too much.”

"But," Crossing the River Dragon hesitated, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, "just now, I had a vague feeling of being spied on..."

Everyone present was horrified when they heard this, and then they cursed:

 “You coward!”

 “suspicious…”

"Don't miss once and fall into the hands of a few fledgling sect disciples, and then become a frightened bird, timid..."

“It’s still possible that you’re being watched outside, but how is it possible that someone can actually find you here?”

"If someone really comes in..." the man in black said solemnly.

 Everyone was quiet for a moment.

The man in black in the first seat glanced around, and then said: "...Then there must be a traitor among us."

 Everyone looked suffocated.

The man in black at the head said coldly: "Someone leaked the formation pattern at the wellhead, the method of feeding the fish demon, and the Shinto path into the village..."

 The monks present all looked nervous.

 “Brother, you know me...”

 “Brother, I always do my best in everything I do...”

 “Big brother…”

 The man in black in the first seat waved his hand and said:

“I understand that you are all loyal, so the secrets of the fishing village cannot be leaked.”

“And in the border area of ​​the second-level state, if you don’t know the pattern at the entrance of the well, you don’t know what to feed the monsters, and you don’t know the way into the village, it is impossible for someone to enter the fishing village without knowing it.”

 The man in black in the first seat looked at Yue and said, "So you don't have to worry too much."

Hearing this, Dragon Crossing the River breathed a sigh of relief and said with an apologetic smile:

“What the elder brother said is that we are all brothers and we are allied by blood. Who dares to leak these secrets?”

 The man in black in the first seat nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"You can relax and just follow the master's instructions. The master will not treat you badly and will definitely keep you safe."

 The dragon crossing the river looked respectful and said, "Yes."

 The ink painting on the roof frowned upon hearing this.

 A young master again?

 Who is this young master?

That Mr. Jin?

 Probably not...

While Mo Hua was thinking, he heard someone ask again:

“Brother, how long do we have to stay in this village?”

"Yes, it's gloomy and weird. This is really not a place for living people."

The man in black in the first seat said calmly: "Come on, wait for the river **** to finish the offerings, and we will use them to make the elixir. After the elixir is finished, you can go out..."

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart when he heard this.

 Has the river **** finished eating the offerings?

 Use it to make elixirs?

This offering, as well as the ones used to make elixirs...couldn't they be Lao Yutou's two little grandsons.

“When the river **** finishes the offerings...meaning, the river **** is already ‘eating’?”

 The ink painting has a solemn expression.

"time is limited…"

 The situation was more urgent than he expected.

Mo Hua quietly left the big fishing house, looked around, then chose a direction and walked along the roof towards the back of the fishing village.

 After the big fishing house, there is also a sealed fishing house.

Mo Hua came to the roof, found a gap, squinted and looked down. As soon as he saw the scene in the room clearly, Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

 This is an alchemy room.

 In the alchemy room, there are dissected skeletons of monks everywhere.

In the middle of the alchemy room, there is a bone alchemy furnace. There is a dark green fire burning in the furnace, which looks a bit eerie.

 There are several herbs placed in front of the stove.

These herbs are intertwined with purple, green and red, they look weird, and they are slowly squirming.

 In front of the bone elixir furnace, there is another monk refining elixir.

This man has disheveled hair, is wearing an alchemy robe, has blood tattoos on his face, and has an evil and crazy aura. From this look, he is an evil alchemist.

 (End of this chapter)