Asking about longevity

The Wanxiao Sect and the Taixu Sect have just an ordinary sect relationship.

There were not many interactions between the disciples of both sides, and there was no special "grudge".

Today is just a sword fight.

It's normal to meet at the entrance.

At most, it was just because of Duanmu Qing's appearance and temperament that made people a little distracted.

Duanmu Qing's expression was as calm as water.

She has long been accustomed to the astonished, admiring, or shocked looks from men in the world, and her heart is not shaken at all.

Duanmu Qing raised her snow-white neck slightly, looked forward with a cold gaze, and walked with dignified and elegant steps, leading several other equally young and promising disciples of Wanxiao Sect, and went straight to the inner mountain.

She was dressed in a beautiful five-colored gown, had an extraordinary appearance and a graceful figure, and she had an aura as majestic and inviolable as a snow-capped mountain, which made people feel intimidated and dared not talk to her.

Just like that, disciples from both sects passed each other.

From beginning to end, no one said anything.

But when they passed each other, Duanmu Qing still glanced at Mo Hua intentionally or unintentionally.

First, the eyebrows and eyes painted in ink are picturesque, and the appearance and temperament are also outstanding.

Secondly, Mo Hua is not very tall, which makes him stand out among the talented monks.

Third, although ink painting has a bad reputation and is controversial, it is actually very famous.

Not to mention the things he did, the enemies he made, and the geniuses he "humiliated" during the sword fighting competition...

Just the identity of "the leader of formations" is legendary enough.

This is truly the first person to learn the art of formation.

It was almost unbelievable that he won the title when he was in the middle stage of foundation building.

Even Duanmu Qing, a fairy who "does not care about worldly things", could not have never heard of Mo Hua's name.

Of course, that’s all.

Duanmu Qing just glanced at the ink painting with his peripheral vision, and then walked away.

But her shallow glance was imprinted on Mo Hua's eyes.

Mo Hua pondered this gaze, and was slightly startled. He couldn't help but mutter:

"Is the Dao heart...dirty?"

His voice was very light and he almost blurted it out subconsciously.

Linghu Xiao and the others around him didn't even hear what he said.

But Duanmu Qing, who had already passed by, stopped, slowly turned his head, and looked at Mo Hua with eyes as cold as a sword.

Her originally cold and beautiful face was instantly covered with frost.

The fierce murderous intent almost solidified into substance. A pair of eyes as clear as glass, extremely cold, and mixed with deep disgust, stared at the ink painting.

Mo Hua was stunned.

What's the meaning?

Before he could react, an astonishing spiritual pressure rose from Duanmu Qing's body.

The power of the five elements and five colors of gold, wood, water, fire and earth was brilliant and splendid, like the brilliance of the sky, making Duanmu Qing look like a god for a moment.

Her eyes were extremely sharp, and she exuded a beautiful yet terrifying murderous intent.

The powerful Five Elements Taoism, with great force, locked onto the ink painting.

Mo Hua was really shocked this time.

Superior Wanxiao magic? !

"No... this woman... doesn't she want to kill me?"

"This isn't a swordfighting arena..."

"Is she crazy?"

Mo Hua subconsciously stepped forward, performed the Flowing Water Step, and retreated several feet.

His junior fellow apprentices were also shocked and bewildered, but they subconsciously protected him.

Cheng Mo took the lead and stood in front of Mo Hua.

Linghu Xiao mastered the Chongxu sword technique.

Situ Jian and Ouyang Xuan also began to mobilize their sword energy.

As spiritual powers intertwined, the atmosphere became tense.

Duanmu Qing sneered and pointed, wanting to cast a spell to kill Mo Hua.

At this moment, an old and deep voice sounded:

“Nonsense!”

Spiritual power as crystal clear as a feather, with an incomparably powerful real-person pressure, instantly descended upon Duanmu Qing, Linghu Xiao and others, blocking everyone's spiritual energy and cutting off the flow of Taoism and swordsmanship.

Everyone's expression changed.

But there was still murderous intent in Duanmu Qing's eyes, and he even wanted to use magic.

An elderly elder walked out from the inner mountain and rebuked loudly:

"Lun Dao Mountain is an important place, no one is allowed to be presumptuous!"

"As a sect's genius, how can this be tolerated?"

"If you dare to cause trouble again and break the rules, I will sentence you to defeat!"

Duanmu Qing was silent for a moment, gnashing his teeth secretly, then he restrained his killing intent and spiritual power, put his sleeves together, bowed and said:

"Elder, forgive me."

Her voice was clear, like a silver bottle breaking.

The elder looked at her silently with cloudy eyes. His face remained expressionless, but his heart was beating fast. He thought to himself that Duanmu Qing was a girl with a cold temperament who didn't care about worldly things and didn't care about anything. Why was she so angry today?

Elder Lun Daoshan glanced at Mo Hua who was hiding far away and was surprised.

"Could it be... that I was molested by that brat Mo Hua?"

“I can’t…”

"Looking at Mo Hua's appearance, even if he really molested her, she wouldn't suffer any loss..."

Elder Lun Daoshan muttered to himself, but on the surface, he still looked serious and warned in a solemn voice:

"Don't cause trouble in the mountains."

"If you want to fight, let's go to the sword fighting field later. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Duanmu Qing bowed.

Mo Hua and the others also bowed and said, "Yes, Elder."

Upon seeing this, Elder Lun Daoshan nodded slightly and slowly retreated.

The place gradually became quiet.

Duanmu Qing turned his head and glanced at Mo Hua coldly. In his autumn-water eyes, there was still an undisguised murderous intent.

Mo Hua was frightened again, thinking that this woman was going to kill him again.

But Elder Lun Daoshan’s words are still somewhat intimidating after all.

The rules of Lun Dao Mountain are also quite strict.

Outside the sword-fighting arena, disciples are strictly prohibited from fighting.

If trouble occurs again, no matter what the four major sects or the eight major gates are, the elders of Lundao Mountain will never show mercy.

Duanmu Qing took a deep breath, stared at the ink painting, chanted his name, and murmured in a low voice:

"Ink painting...I remember it."

Then she said nothing more, turned around and left, leaving behind only her graceful back.

The other Wanxiao Sect disciples also followed.

Mo Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief after Duanmu Qing walked away.

Linghu Xiao and the others also felt a little relieved.

But then, everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Hua.

Cheng Momomo glanced at Mo Hua and asked curiously, "Junior Brother, do you know this... Fairy Duanmu?"

Mo Hua shook his head.

"No grudges before?"

"No……"

"So she just wanted to kill you?"

Mo Hua nodded, "It seems so."

Cheng Mo was a little confused.

You want to kill me the first time you meet me?

Situ Jian was more careful and asked, "Little Senior Brother, did you say anything to her just now?"

Mo Hua didn't deny it, and nodded, "I saw that she had some problems with her cultivation, so I kindly reminded her."

Cheng Mo was curious: "What did you remind her of?"

"I……"

Before Mo Hua could speak, Situ Jian stopped him immediately, "Stop talking, little brother, don't tell anyone."

The junior brother only said one sentence, and Fairy Duanmu of Wanxiao Sect wanted to kill him on the spot.

If the junior brother said this and they all heard it, then all of them would probably be hated.

So, it’s better not to say anything.

This sentence carries the naked "murderous intent" of the number one prodigy of the Wanxiao Sect. They do not have the vision of the junior brother and are not worthy of knowing it.

At the same time, Situ Jian also sighed in his heart and said with emotion:

"Little Senior Brother is worthy of being called Little Senior Brother. He is born to mock the Holy Body."

"With just one sentence, the normally aloof Tianjiao Fairy wanted to kill him..."

Cheng Mo also sighed.

But his sigh was more of admiration:

"Little Senior Brother is worthy of being called Little Senior Brother. With just one sentence, he can make the number one genius fairy in Gan School 'never forget' him..."

Mo Hua looked depressed.

Situ Jian thought for a moment and said, "Little Senior Brother, you have to be careful when we discuss swords later. This Duanmu Qing will not let you go."

Linghu Xiao also looked at Mo Hua with some worry.

Cheng Mo was the same, but his worry was mixed with a bit of envy.

Mo Hua frowned, "It shouldn't be that serious..."

This was a sword-fighting competition. She was a sect prodigy after all. She couldn't use public power to take revenge on her...

…

Then the formal sword fight began.

Duanmu Qing was trying to kill Mo Hua the entire time.

All the intermediate and even advanced spells that were secretly passed down by the Wanxiao Sect were thrown at Mo Hua like they were free.

I wish I could tear the ink painting into pieces.

The rocks were cut by the golden light.

The trees were scorched by the fire.

The mire was swallowed up by quicksand.

The entire sword-fighting arena was subjected to the intensive and turbulent "magic bombardment" of Duanmu Qing, the top magic genius of the Wanxiao Sect, and immediately began to deform.

Even Mo Hua could only rely on his body skills to escape in a panic.

It was also the first time that he experienced the power of the highest level of spiritual practice.

In his previous understanding, Senior Sister Murong Caiyun's Taixu Xiaguang spell was already strong enough.

But Duanmu Qing's magical attainments are obviously even higher.

Duanmu Qing was of noble blood, a direct descendant of the fifth-grade Duanmu family, with top-grade spiritual roots, and practiced a top-grade technique.

He had also almost perfected the Zhoutian technique, and his spiritual power was as vast as the ocean.

Moreover, Duanmu Qing's spiritual roots are of the highest quality, five elements spiritual roots.

The big five elements spiritual roots and the "small five elements spiritual roots" in ink painting seem to differ by only one word, but the gap between the two is as vast as heaven and earth.

The Great Five Elements Spiritual Root has high quality spiritual roots, large spiritual power capacity, and the Five Elements are in mutual generation and restraint, circulating as one, and has a strong affinity to the Five Elements.

This type of spiritual cultivator is naturally endowed with a higher level of understanding of the laws of the five elements of heaven and earth.

You can learn the Five Elements spells faster and the spells you cast will be more powerful.

In comparison, the ink painting's small five elements spiritual roots are extremely simple.

The only feature is that it can learn the five elements magic.

Apart from that, it is just a "rough" spiritual root, with nothing else.

Comparing the two, if Duanmu Qing's big five elements spiritual roots were a luxurious cave, then Mo Hua's small five elements spiritual roots would be nothing more than a rough, shabby house.

Duanmu Qing's magical tradition is very similar to ink painting.

Duanmu Qing was born in Wanxiao Sect, and practiced the Wanxiao Taoism of Wanxiao Sect, which is somewhat similar to Mo Hua's "All Laws Are Understood".

Of course, Duanmu Qing's magic wasn't as fast as Mo Hua's.

The circulation of the five elements is not as natural as ink painting.

But the magic she practiced was of a higher grade, with a larger range and greater power. She also had top-grade spiritual roots, top-grade skills, and a huge amount of spiritual power to support her. When she exerted her full strength, for a moment, the entire mountaintop was filled with a "river" of magic.

In the sword-fighting arena, magic spells were everywhere.

Explosions rang out one after another.

Ink painting "Fleeing in panic".

Outside the sword-fighting arena, the audience applauded and cheered, feeling very happy!

"Good! You are worthy of being Fairy Duanmu!"

"Give him a taste of his own medicine. Use magic to blast that stinky boy Mo Hua to death!"

"This kid has been so arrogant and despicable every day, and now he is finally getting his comeuppance."

Someone exclaimed: "Fairy Duanmu's magic is truly unparalleled in the world..."

Some people are mesmerized: "Not only strong, but also beautiful."

"She is so beautiful that she is out of this world, and she does not care about worldly matters."

"I wish Fairy Duanmu could look at me someday, just look at me once..."

"Can you be a little more promising?"

"that is……"

There are also some young talents with some ambitions who sighed:

"I only wish that in this life, I can compete with Fairy Duanmu at the sword-fighting competition, show her everything I have learned, and compete with her. Even if I die in the hands of the fairy in the end, I will die without regrets..."

There was a sense of sadness and a bit of tragedy in his words.

The disciples of the sect who were watching the fight were delighted at the chance to fight with the fairy who was so high up, as if she was on the top of an iceberg, and was untainted by the mundane world.

I think of the scene where the two people’s Taoism and magic intertwined.

When I thought of the sad and beautiful scene of dying at the hands of a fairy, I actually felt a hint of envy and yearning.

But soon, someone told the unpleasant truth:

"Your wish...seems to have been fulfilled by that brat Mo Hua."

It was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, and everyone's face turned dark immediately.

As the sect's prodigy, Mo Hua had a sword fight with the fairy.

He also used magic to fight with the fairy.

Now, he was indeed about to die at the hands of the fairy.

Their long-cherished "wish" was indeed only one thing away from being fulfilled: for Mo Hua to "die at the hands of Duanmu Qing".

Some young talents felt as if they had eaten a fly in their mouths, and their hearts inexplicably felt sour.

Even many people began to silently say in their hearts:

"It doesn't matter who kills Mo Hua, but he must not die at the hands of Fairy Duanmu, otherwise it would be too easy for him..."

…

In the sword-fighting arena.

Mo Hua, who was concentrating on discussing swordplay, had no idea that these people were thinking so many things.

But he was also really speechless.

Isn’t it said that this is a “cold and pure” fairy?

Why is she like a crazy woman, relentless and chasing him to kill him?

He just muttered four words in a low voice, Is it really that serious?

Can the destructive power of these four words really be so great?

But Duanmu Qing didn't care and just used magic to carry out a large-scale bombing and "cleansing" of the location where the ink painting was.

Linghu Xiao wanted to support Mo Hua.

But the colder a person's temperament is, once he gets angry, no one can stop him.

Linghu Xiao's sword energy could not suppress Duanmu Qing's magic at all.

He was even hated by Duanmu Qing, and was "punished" together with Mo Hua, and was included in the range of Wanxiao's magic bombardment, and was suppressed to the point where he could not fight back at all.

Linghu Xiao also experienced firsthand how terrifying it was when a woman got angry.

Cheng Mo and the others were not feeling well either. They were also being "bombarded" by the spells of other disciples of Wanxiao Sect and had no time to take care of anything else.

In this way, Taixu Sect was suppressed throughout the whole process.

During this period, Mo Hua also made several attempts to see if he could use magic or formations to change the situation.

But every time he made the slightest movement, he would instantly "anger" Duanmu Qing, causing him to use larger-scale and more ferocious magical "retaliation".

Duanmu Qing, one of the top geniuses of the four sects, was already strong enough.

Not to mention, this is the "violent" version of Duanmu Qing.

Mo Hua was helpless and decided to lie down.

As time went by, the disciples of Taixu Sect were exhausted and defeated one by one and were sent out of the venue.

Linghu Xiao took one last look at Mo Hua, gave him an expression of "helplessness", and was also "killed".

Finally, only the ink painting was left.

Mo Hua naturally still wanted to "rather die than surrender". Seeing that he had no chance of winning, he hit himself on the forehead, shattering the Lun Dao Jade, and then left the stage in defeat.

Duanmu Qing wanted to use magic to preserve the ink painting.

A majestic ray of Wanxiao Five Elements magical light completely engulfed the ink painting.

But her casting speed was still a little slower than Mo Hua.

Before that, a blue light flashed around Mo Hua, and his figure faded away, and he had already left the scene.

Duanmu Qing looked indifferently at the place where the ink painting disappeared, his voice low and cold:

"Next time, I will kill you..."

"Ink painting..."

…

The sword fight is over.

Wanxiao Sect won a resounding victory.

The audience also saw a refreshing sword fight.

The only drawback is that Mo Hua, this sinister and despicable guy, is not dead.

But when they thought that a mere ink painting was not worthy of dying at the hands of Fairy Duanmu, most people felt relieved.

Taixu Sect lost.

The monks of the sect felt a little regretful, but not too disappointed.

Facing a top genius like Duanmu Qing, the chances of winning were already very slim, so there was nothing he could do if he lost.

It's just bad luck.

It’s all because of that rubbish Lundao Tianyi for not dealing good cards to Taixu Sect.

All in all, out of the four geniuses of Ganxue, Taixu Sect has now encountered three of them. In these three games of sword fighting, they are almost all "bound to lose".

In other words, they lost three games for no reason.

Generally speaking, it is not that unlucky.

But if your luck is really that bad, there is nothing you can do about it. Sometimes, fortune is just like this. When you are unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in your teeth.

They can't go and settle the score with Lun Dao Tian Yi.

But what really concerned Mo Hua about this sword fight was not this.

Taixu Gate.

At night, the disciples stayed up.

Mo Hua was lying on the bed, still thinking about Duanmu Qing.

The scenes from the day are still surfacing in my mind.

Especially at the beginning, when he passed Duanmu Qing, he saw Duanmu Qing's eyes.

Duanmu Qing is beautiful and has beautiful eyes.

But in her eyes, through the clear and cold background, when looking deep into the depths, there was a dark "shadow".

This shadow is somewhat turbid, as if it is engraved in the soul.

Mo Hua was very surprised for a moment, so he subconsciously reminded her... "It's the heart."

But Duanmu Qing's reaction was too great.

These four words seemed to pierce her defenses.

I discovered some secret in her heart.

She actually wanted to kill herself on the spot...

Very strange...

"What is the cloudy shadow in her eyes..."

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Mo Hua was lying on the bed, thinking carefully. At the same time, his mind began to calculate and the mysteries of cause and effect flowed through his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He immediately sat up straight with a serious expression.

He thought of one thing:

Rouge boat!

The gloom in Duanmu Qing's eyes was very similar to Yanzhizhou's aura, especially the evil aura enshrined on the altar in the Dragon King Temple.

Mo Hua's heart was shocked:

"Could it be that this Duanmu Qing has also been on the Rouge Boat?"

"She is also related to the evil god?"

Such a pure and ethereal fairy...

Mo Hua frowned, "Impossible..."

But cause and effect are like this. No matter how impossible something seems on the surface, as long as cause and effect exist, we have to acknowledge it.

And that’s not all.

Mo Hua speculated carefully: "Duanmu Qing is one of the four top geniuses among the four major sects in Ganxuezhou..."

"If she has also been to Rouge Boat, then what about the other three?"

"Shen Linshu, Xiao Wuchen, Ao Zhan, have you all... also been to the Rouge Boat?"

"Then... who is this 'young master' who haunts the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and is often mentioned by the evil god's minions?"

"Who was the young man in the poppy-like chain of cause and effect that I saw by the Yanshui River that night?"

"Is it one of these four?"

"Is it...Shen Linshu?"

No matter how you look at the ink painting, Shen Linshu seems to be the most suspicious.

Especially, he is from the Shen family and is related to the Qiandao Sect.

Among the other three, Duanmu Qing should also have some relationship with Yanzhizhou.

As for Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, it is probably impossible that they have no connection...

but……

Another question popped up in Mo Hua's mind: "Why didn't I see it before?"

In the sword fighting competition, he has already fought with three people.

As for Shen Linshu, he had met him in Qingzhou City before.

If these four people are really related to Yanzhizhou, the Dragon King Temple, and the evil fetus, they must be tainted with the aura of the evil god.

Then based on his "origin" with the Great Desolate Evil God, we should be able to figure out something.

But now, only by chance, he discovered this clue from Duanmu Qing...

Why?

The evil god... no, or rather, what method did Mr. Tu use to cover up all these auras?

It was concealed to the point that even I, a half-step god who had swallowed the "evil fetus", could not detect it?

Mo Hua's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.