MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 551 peers

Chapter 551: Traveling Together

 The sun is rising.

 In the mountains and fields with green mountains and green waters.

The sky is blue and high, and the mountains and forests are as green as screens.

The creek is gurgling.

 Two figures, walking one behind the other.

The person in front is tall and thin, wearing an ill-fitting, blood-stained monk's robe. His movements are stiff and weird, like a puppet holding strings.

 The person behind is small in stature, with picturesque features and light steps.

These two people are the trickster and Mo Hua.

 They had been walking all night and all morning.

 The trickster walked slowly and seemed to be in no hurry.

Mo Hua had no choice but to follow at his pace, unhurriedly and unhurriedly.

The people he follows are deceivers...

The deceitful person is cruel and treacherous.

Has a deep scheming mind and is good at confusing people's hearts.

The great demon Feng Xi in Tongxian City and the Dao Evil Corpse King in Nanyue City were all planned by deceitful Taoists.

And just twenty golden elixir demon cultivators were also slaughtered by him with his "Tao Mind-Growing Demons".

Mo Hua followed him, feeling nervous and uneasy at first.

 But after walking for half a day and a night, I became numb, felt relieved, and gradually got used to it.

 He thought about it and felt that he should be safe for the time being.

Although I don’t know the intention of the trickster, since he wants to take him to see the master, he will definitely not kill himself before meeting the master.

 Furthermore, he probably won’t “sow demons” to himself.

 Once "the devil is planted in the Taoist heart", the master will definitely be able to tell it, and he will know that he is no longer his little disciple, and the deceitful Taoist will have no leverage.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

 At least until I see the master, I should be "in good condition".

 As for what happens next, it’s hard to say…

But let’s meet the master first.

Mo Hua let out another long sigh.

He still wants to see his master again, otherwise, he is afraid that he will never see his master again in this life...

 But he didn’t know what secrets Master was carrying, and how many people and forces were plotting against Master.

Now the Demon Cult has laid a plan to kill.

 The ancestors of the Ascension Realm all took action.

 The golden elixir that was once unattainable in his eyes is now popping up everywhere like leeks.

His "uncle" was a deceitful Taoist who cultivated demons with his Taoist heart and cut off more than 20 demons in one crop.

In this situation, foundation building is also an ant.

 Let alone my own little Qi refining.

Now there are demon cultivators everywhere in Dali Mountain. With his own ability, he cannot return to Lishan City, break the Soul Refining Flag, enter the Five Elements Mountain Protection Formation, and see his master.

Only by following the deceitful people can you get in.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

The trickster wanted him to lead the way to find the master.

He also wanted this uncle to "protect" him and go back to see his master again.

Although the uncle will kill himself.

 But for now, as long as he is with him, no one else can kill him.

 After all, he is a "Taoist" from the Demon Cult who can raise evildoers...

 The thought of seeing Master again.

The steps of Mo Hua are also much brisker.

The trickster walking in front had his eyes slightly focused.

 He didn't know what Mo Hua was thinking.

Mingming looked a little nervous at first.

 But after walking for a while, he seemed to have figured out something, and followed him swaggeringly with a relaxed look on his face.

 It's like...like I'm visiting with myself?

 This kid... is so brave...

 Doesn’t he know who he is?

The deceitful man did not say a word, but continued to walk ahead of himself.

Mo Hua followed behind with his little hands behind his back.

As I walked, Mo Hua felt a little bored.

His "uncle" is limping and walking too slowly...

If you walk to Lishan City in this way, you will have the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Mo Hua wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask for fear of making his uncle angry.

But after walking for a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he came closer and asked in a low voice:

 “Uncle, aren’t you in a hurry?”

 “Are you walking a little too slowly...”

"If this continues, my master will be caught by those demons..."

 “Why don’t you walk faster?”

 …

The trickster froze for a moment, but did not answer, but continued walking forward.

Mo Hua saw that he didn't respond, but he wasn't angry either, so he felt relieved and became a little bolder.

“I guess I didn’t get the point of the question, so my uncle didn’t bother to answer…”

Mo Hua picked some others to ask:

“Master, what do you want to do when you go to see Master?”

“Uncle, do you have a bad relationship with your master?”

“Uncle, isn’t the Taoist very powerful?”

“Uncle, will you definitely die if you have a demon seed in your heart?”

 “Uncle…”

 …

Mo Hua is chatty and talkative, like a small talker, talking non-stop.

The trickster finally couldn't bear it anymore, stopped, turned his head, and glanced at Mo Hua with his dark pupils.

Mo Hua immediately shut up.

 There was no conversation all the way, and we passed by a small mountain village.

The mountain village is sparsely populated, and most of the poor casual cultivators should live here, making a living on spiritual plants. It is relatively remote and undisturbed.

 There is a small noodle shop on the right side of the road.

 Among the green mountains and green waters, the aroma of noodles wafts out.

 The ink painting stopped.

 The trickster walked away and found that the ink painting had stopped. He turned his head and looked at him with an empty and indifferent look.

"I'm hungry and can't walk anymore..." Mo Hua said matter-of-factly.

 He has been gone for a day and a night.

 He is not a physical practitioner and his physical strength is weak. He was originally nervous along the way, so he did not feel tired.

Now that I thought about it and smelled the fragrance again, I suddenly felt hungry and couldn't walk.

 The deceitful man looked at the ink painting, his expression became complicated.

 Kill...you can't kill yet...

 The Taoist mind can not sow demons...

 If he is not fed, he will not be able to walk...

The trickster stood there for a long time, obviously without any expression or movement, but he seemed to sigh, then turned around and started walking towards the noodle shop.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he immediately followed him with a smile on his face.

The small noodle shop was opened by two Qi Lianqing Qi Qi Qian cultivators and his wife.

 They are of low status and open a noodle shop along the road to make a living by themselves.

Mo Hua had scanned it with his spiritual consciousness before. This was indeed just an ordinary noodle shop, and this couple were just ordinary monks.

 There were a few diners, mostly casual cultivators from nearby, nothing unusual.

Mo Hua and his two men entered the door.

The shopkeeper with a simple face and wearing coarse cloth came up to him and asked enthusiastically:

“Two distinguished guests, what would you like to eat?”

 After he finished speaking, he just wanted to take a look at the trickster.

Mo Hua hurriedly stepped forward, waved his little hand, attracted his attention, and prevented him from looking at the trickster. Then he took out two spirit stones and said in a clear voice:

 “Two bowls of noodles, hurry up!”

 Ink painting has been calculated.

 The spiritual stone for eating noodles must be given by yourself.

The uncle looks like this, it should be impossible to invite him...

He didn’t dare to ask his uncle to invite him...

 Master's uncle is moody.

In case he really provoked him, he talked again and killed the people in this shop, and that was his sin.

 The shopkeeper looked happy when he saw the spirit stone, but also a little worried:

“Little brother, two spiritual stones are a bit too much. Two bowls of noodles don’t have so much…”

"It's okay..." Mo Hua waved his hand, "Just add more dishes."

The store owner looked happy and accepted the offer with great gratitude.

Mo Hua looked at the store owner's expression and felt inexplicably emotional.

Two spiritual stones are nothing to him now, but to these low-level casual cultivators, they are probably the income from a full day's work...

 In this world, there are people who have tens of millions of spiritual stones and spend them extravagantly.

There are still people who are "bidding every penny" every day and live carefully...

Mo Hua sighed.

The deceitful man's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at Mo Hua in surprise.

The two of them took their seats.

 There are still a few diners here and there.

Mo Hua deliberately picked a remote corner, and even used his small body to block the trickster, not letting the trickster look at others, and not letting others see the trickster. The deceitful man looked indifferent and didn't seem to care.

These casual cultivators are just ants, and he doesn't take them seriously.

 After a while, the shopkeeper brought the noodles.

 The noodles are very generous, as are the vegetables, and there are even two slices of meat on top.

It doesn’t look like spiritual meat, it looks a bit like the meat of a monster. It has a fishy smell, but it’s not too strong. It’s not too stewed, but it’s still edible.

 It is definitely incomparable to what my mother did.

  But the taste is also good, the noodles are very fragrant and the soup is very thick.

Mo Hua has never been picky about food, but he was hungry again, so he held a big bowl and slurped down the steaming noodles.

 After eating for a while, he raised his head and found that the trickster didn't move his chopsticks at all.

Mo Hua was eating noodles and thinking...

His "Uncle Master", a Taoist demon, used someone else's body, so he should be considered a "dead person" now.

 The dead naturally do not need to eat.

Mo Hua frowned and began to think about other issues...

 Uncle Master...Where did you live as a parasite before?

 Did he follow the master’s traces all the way?

 When did he start to calculate the master’s position and then start planning?

besides…

 The timing of his appearance in Dali Mountain was too coincidental...

 When did he figure out the traces of the little senior brother and the little senior sister?

Mo Hua ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, but still couldn't hold it back. He glanced at the trickster quietly and whispered:

 “Uncle…”

“We were at Dali Mountain before, were you already there?”

 “Then watch the Son surround us.”

“You didn’t take action until the young senior sister, young senior brother and the others broke the longevity talisman and lost the ability to protect themselves..."

“Are you unable to use the Talisman of Immortality?”

 …

Mo Hua nodded as he spoke, feeling that his calculation was quite reasonable.

The trickster finally couldn't bear it anymore, looked at the ink painting with his dark eyes, and said the first sentence along the way:

"Eat noodle…"

His voice was flat and indifferent, and he seemed a little unhappy...

"oh."

Mo Hua bowed his head and ate the noodles from the bowl.

  Mo Hua didn’t say anything until he finished eating the noodles in the bowl.

Then he raised his head and glanced at the trickster. He couldn't help but glance at the bowl of noodles in front of the trickster and licked his lips.

　One porridge and one meal should be remembered as hard-earned.

 It cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua silently stretched out his little hand, brought the trickster's face to him, then buried his head and ate it...

 The deceitful man's originally dull face froze for a moment.

His dark eyes looked at the ink paintings, a little unbelievable...

 …

 After finishing two bowls of noodles, the two of them were on their way again.

Mo Hua was a little full after eating and had a round belly, so he walked in front and strolled to eat.

The trickster walked behind, looking at the back of the ink painting in confusion.

 This little thing...is very strange...

He was a little confused.

It seems that my junior brother has arranged some tricks, hidden some secrets, and covered up some causes and effects...

Junior brother... what secrets does he hide in this child?

What causes and effects are covered up?

 Furthermore, he hid this child like a treasure, hiding it so deeply and covering it so tightly that he did not let himself know at all...

If he hadn't stood up on his own, he wouldn't have even realized that he actually accepted such a young apprentice...

The trickster looked at the ink painting again and frowned.

 The spiritual faculties are very poor and the physical body is extremely poor.

 There is no special bloodline.

 Spiritual consciousness... Although I can't see clearly through something, it's still pretty good.

Other than that, he is weird and behaves a bit...

 Unexpectedly…

With such qualifications, what does the junior brother value in him?

Furthermore, the strangest thing is...

He always felt that the aura on this child was both strange and familiar...

Obviously it was the first time I met him, but it seemed that I had already had many interactions with him and had many causes and effects...

The treacherous man's empty eyes flashed with a hint of confusion.

 How can I have any dealings with this little monk who is only in the Qi Refining Realm?

What causes and effects can there be?

The trickster looked at the ink painting, and his pupils were a little darker.

"never mind…"

“When I meet my junior brother, everything will be clear…”

 …

 On the road away from the mountain city, the two of them were still walking.

 The two of them walked slowly, but they were approaching Lishan City step by step.

The closer you get to Lishan City, the stronger the evil spirit becomes.

 Outside the mountain city, there are almost no local monks left.

 Most of them are demon cultivators.

 Other than that, there are some very familiar monks from various Taoist families and sects, who are gorgeously dressed, have special spiritual weapons, have different martial arts, and have excellent and rare Taoist methods.

These monks must be from other places.

It is even possible that he came directly from Daozhou, where the Central Daoting is located.

The number of people is large and the realm is also high.

 Either building the foundation, or golden elixir, and not refining qi.

The entire Dali Mountain seems to have become a chess game, and all the monks who are still here are chess pieces.

 Mo Hua couldn’t help but frown.

“Is Master’s secret really that big?”

 What do they want from Master?

Mo Hua shook his head.

 He knew nothing about all of this.

 He also remembered his master’s advice:

“As a teacher... I have great opportunities, and even more shocking secrets... But these cannot be passed on to you, let alone told to you.”

“If I pass it on to you, it will bring great disaster to you.”

“Even if you just know it, you will be affected by cause and effect.”

 “So you can’t know anything, and you don’t want to know anything…”

 If you don’t know, just don’t know.

 It would be nice to see Master...

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

 Just after approaching Lishan City, the journey became uneven.

 The monks on the periphery are quite restrained.

 The closer it is, the more murderous it is.

Mo Hua followed the deceitful people, and everything they could see was a **** storm, with countless monks killed and injured in the battle.

On the surface, most of them are Taoist monks, fighting with the Demon Cult monks.

 Behind the scenes, demon sects are also killing each other with **** and cruel methods.

 Even on the Dao court side, there were actually people who took the opportunity to plot against each other for the sake of profit or old grudges.

 After committing a murder, he would also fake the scene and put the blame on the demon cultivator.

 This is a scene he has never seen before.

It is righteousness, and the devil is a devil, but at this moment, righteousness and the devil seem to be no different...

Mo Hua looked at it and shook his head.

 The human heart is really complicated...

 And his own situation has become more subtle.

 Because he followed the deceiver.

The aura of the treacherous Taoist is so eerie and weird that you can tell it is a demon cultivator without even looking.

Mo Hua is a child. Although he looks innocent and innocent, it is abnormal at first glance to be followed by a strange-looking Taoist in this **** place.

There are all the good and evil forces present, and almost no one knows Mo Hua.

 Just a little Qi-refining monk.

 No one cares about his righteousness or evil, no one cares about his position, let alone his life or death.

 So along the way, every once in a while, someone wanted to kill Mo Hua.

 The right way is okay, after all, you have some rules and you won't kill easily.

 But the magic way is different.

 Seeing the white and tender ink paintings, there are those who want to eat the ink paintings;

 Those who see something wrong with the ink painting and want to get rid of it quickly;

Someone saw that the ink painting was a boy and wanted to use him to make elixirs;

There is even a shameless female demon cultivator who wants to pick up the ink paintings after seeing them looking pretty and cute...

At this point, Mo Hua immediately hid behind the trickster and looked for his uncle to "support him".

And the deceitful people will not refuse anyone who comes.

Any monks who dared to stand in front of him, no matter whether they were good or evil, were all possessed by demons in their hearts, their minds collapsed, and they either committed suicide or killed each other...

Mo Hua hid behind and watched.

These scenes may be a little **** and a little cruel.

 But he is a demon hunter, and he has seen many **** scenes of demon hunting, so he is not afraid.

Mo Hua looked at the deceitful people, standing in the wind, with dark and indifferent eyes. Without moving a finger, he toyed with these cruel or tyrannical demon cultivators to death and slaughtered them all...

No matter how many times I see it, the ink paintings are still very shocking.

But as he looked at it, he couldn't help but have a question:

 “This Taoist demon is so powerful...”

 “Can I learn?”

   Thank you to ChanSO, Sanqing, Uncle Lei, Chenge, Hearing is Belief, Burning Fish Bones, basa, Fruit from Overseas, Soldiers Sharing the Cake, and zsytssk for the reward~

　　

　　

 (End of this chapter)