MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 579 Sending brother off on his way

Chapter 579: Sending Big Brother on his way

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

 Arrived in Qingzhou City, it is equivalent to half-stepping into the border of Qianxue State.

The state boundary of Ganxue has a strong academic style and is safer.

 After that, according to the map, you can find the Qiandao Sect, and then you can hold the order of entry and worship the sect.

Questions about updates…

 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’s eyes were like swords, and he suddenly looked at the big man.

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

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 fiercely, which will numb myself.

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

Mo Hua fell into a deeper sleep, occasionally smacking his lips to wonder what he was eating in his dream.

 The big Han was speechless.

 The conversation between the two was a bit strange.

It’s the last meal anyway, so it’s okay to let the child follow his own heart and eat something delicious.

"You...don't you want to take me to find my master?"

"you…"

“Thank you all for taking care of me along the way. I’d like to toast you all and send you off on your way!”

Someone beside him shook his head, "This kid looks quite smart, but he doesn't have any real intentions..."

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

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

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

 “Don’t worry about it, just take it with you.”

 I don’t care about the ink paintings either.

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

 “Little fool!”

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

 “Several batches…”

 I was not only surprised that this kid really knew how to cook, but also a little surprised. The food cooked by this kid seemed to taste and smell good.

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

Mo Hua shook his head.

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

 “an hour…”

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

 The big man was still frightened.

Mo Hua murmured, and at the same time quietly let go of his consciousness, preparing to find a corner, and sneak away with the water step when he was not prepared, and then used the concealment technique to blend into the grass.

 The store served meat and wine.

 “Trying to use this formation to trap me is a bit of a trick…”

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

 His consciousness poured out like a tide.

 Cultivation of Taoism really depends on fate.

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

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

Mo Hua is really stewing meat.

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

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

 The most urgent task is to join the sect.

 Soon, Mo Hua cooked the meat.

　　…Don’t worry, everything is fine…”

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

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

Pian Ruo Jinghong, like death, is really fantasy.

 Others looked at him silently.

Even there are demon cultivators inside...

"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 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…”

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.

Jiang Ladadao: "Can anyone live here?"

Boss Jiang nodded.

 “Become a member of the sect…”

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

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

 Send all of you on your way?

　What road are you taking?

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

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

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

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

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

 …

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

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

Boss Jiang smiled gently, but it looked hypocritical, and he didn’t smile at all:

 “Everyone, what do you want to eat?”

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

Sometimes, the higher the cultivation level, the better. The higher the cultivation level, the faster you may die...

 “We are going to take you to see your master.”

Moreover, this is Qianzhou, not the second-grade Daheishan state border, where high-level monks are like clouds.

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

Boss Jiang asked again: "When will the people come?"

Boss Jiang said again: "After this transaction is completed, we will earn a large amount of spiritual stones. When the time comes, brothers will buy some elixirs and spiritual objects, and practice in seclusion. At least I can improve one or two realms."

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

Boss Jiang glanced at him and said, "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..."

At most, after arriving in Qingzhou City, you can report it to the Daoting Secretary. Let the Daoting Secretary worry about the rest of the matter. He is just a little foundation-building monk and can't take care of that much...

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

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..."

 Staying overnight in a dilapidated temple and abandoned house in the mountains at night, Mo Hua went to bed after eating enough, wrapped in his own blanket, and slept peacefully.

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

 The shopkeeper glanced at the ink painting and frowned:

"Is it him? He's not the right age..."

 There is also "Mr. Tu"…

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.

“Catch all these ‘human traffickers’ who abduct and sell monks?”

 “Looks like we need to make plans early...”

Boss Jiang’s tone was indifferent.

 The sky is getting late and the twilight is dim.

Boss Jiang nodded slightly.

 So it’s no problem to call it “eating without one’s head”.

Mo Hua snorted softly in his heart.

 “Buy and sell…”

 …

 Who is this Mr. Tu?

 For ink painting, as long as it is a matter of formation, it is not a problem.

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

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

 “What about this kid? Sold together?”

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

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

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright, with phantoms appearing, and the pupils were dark. The incarnation of spiritual thoughts in the sea of ​​​​consciousness was also covered with a strange "Taoist robe".

Boss Jiang said silently in his heart.

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

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

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

 “Is it done?”

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

 “What kind of movement is this?!”

 These traffickers don’t know what Mo Hua is thinking.

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

 “What about the family man?”

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

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

 It’s just that these changes were only for a moment, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and no one noticed.

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

Mo Hua held the wine bowl and said seriously:

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…”

Mo Hua looked expectant.

“This transaction is of great importance. Daotingsi is both interested in it and rich in oil and water, so he will naturally do his best..."

“What should I do next?”

 “When the storm is over, we will go back to our old business…”

Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting silently.

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

 The store owner said: "What about accommodation?"

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

 “Mr. Tu…”

The two of them were chatting. It was too late in the night and their tiredness was getting stronger, so they closed their eyes to rest.

 “Who is coming?”

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

The prerequisite for adjusting the pace of the update is that I can ensure that I finish writing the book according to the outline.

“With so many spiritual stones, it’s too hard to practice in seclusion…”

Mo Hua also noticed Boss Jiang’s peeping consciousness.

“Now Daotingsi, if you chase too closely, you might even lose your life...”

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

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

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

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



Then he was puzzled, "Daotingsi's bunch of people with nothing but food and wine bags are so overstaffed, why is it so difficult this time?"

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

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

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

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

Boss Jiang has a gentle tone, but his eyes are cold and cannot be refused.

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

 Children who are sold do not know who the buyer is or what they are buying for...

Your energy is limited and cannot be overdrawn.

“If it’s a golden elixir, I probably won’t be able to escape. If we build a foundation, it will be more troublesome once there are more people...”

 “Little brother, don’t mind if they talk nonsense...”

 The ink painting after that was uneventful all the way. Boss Jiang was a little surprised, but he thought that even with the iron bracelets on, the little monk couldn't figure it out, so he didn't care too much.

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

 I have no time to play with them.

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

He now needs to take off the iron bracelet on his wrist.

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

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

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

 “Daotingsi…”

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

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

 “Little devil, what are you making a noise about?”

"Really?"

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

Mo Hua was stunned, "What is this?"

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.

Mo Hua then picked some good meat, put it into the pot and cooked it. 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...

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

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

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

The big man shut up angrily.

Other monks also looked at the ink paintings and smiled sinisterly.

  Boss Jiang was a little surprised.

 Everyone just shut up.

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

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.

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

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

 The big man felt relieved a little.

  But the good thing is the formation drawn on it.

Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting and said gently:

 “Looking for Master?”

 “Leaving the city…”

 At midnight, it became quieter and quieter.

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

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

 Then he took out several bottles of spiritual ink from the "Na Zi Jie".

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...

 …

 But they didn’t bother Mo Hua.

I just don’t know if the groups of demonic cultivators I encountered on the road are also in the business of “kidnapping and trafficking in cultivators.”

I have no power, no background, and no acquaintances, so no one will give me any clues.

 Others also looked much more relaxed.

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

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

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

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

 “Take it with you.”

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

 “Killing Formation?!”

And the spiritual ink also floated from the bottle, condensed into a line, 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...

 Eat and drink by the way.

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

 In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, while practicing the formation and eavesdropping on the "story" of the ink painting, he frowned.

“Boss, can we really...deliver this trip?”

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

 Spiritual power fluctuations spread.

 Other monks looked over with evil eyes.

Boss Jiang was startled.

 Everyone sat down in the restaurant.

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

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

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

 The store owner said: "Okay!"

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

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

 “Forget it, protect yourself first…”

 The first-grade concealment technique is slightly less effective.

 “An hour later…”

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 doesn’t know that there is something terrible, winding on the ground, like a spider web, connected layer by layer, and forming step by step...

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

 Whether it is life or death is hard to say.

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

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..."

"It's okay. We are only in the early stages of foundation building. If our cultivation level is higher, it will be eye-catching. I'm afraid we will be exposed halfway and be killed by the Dao Tingsi or the Gu family..."

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:

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

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

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

“Once the stakes are at stake and there is money to be made, they will become the real ‘eagle dogs’…”

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

 At the last moment, obviously I don’t want to miss anything.

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

"It doesn't matter if this guy is stupid. If you take him along, you won't arouse any suspicion."

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

 The big man said angrily: "Damn Daotingsi!"

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

  Calculate whether there is a near miss or not?

How is it calculated?

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..."

 The surroundings were quiet for a while.

 “Okay!” Boss Jiang frowned.

 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:

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

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

 “Let’s go…”

The kitchen is inside the restaurant, enclosed in all directions, and the ink painting is also wearing an iron bracelet, so you can't escape anyway, not to mention there are about ten people watching.

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

 “The adults can’t live there, but the small ones can’t.”

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

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

I’m very sorry (ashamed.jpg).

　　

　　

 (End of this chapter)