Asking about longevity

Yanluo Mountain is eight hundred miles long.

The rivers are intricate, the swamps are everywhere, and there is poisonous fog and miasma that fills the sky. When wild geese fly over, they are often poisoned to death and fall into the swamps, turning into rotten water, so it is named "Yanluo Mountain".

A branch of the Yanshui River flows through the mountain.

The river water smells fishy.

The deep mountains are dangerous and complicated.

The Demon Sect was built here.

At this time, outside the deep mountains, in the dangerous environment, there were already many righteous cultivators, dormant in the mountains, forests and swamps.

This encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect was huge.

The Daoting Division dispatched fifteen Jindan Dianshi, in addition to six hundred late-stage foundation building and even peak foundation building executives.

The Taixu Sect, which joined forces with the Daoting Division, dispatched twenty Jindan elders.

The three sects of the Taixu Sect merged, with many cultivators and elders, so the number of elders dispatched was as many as twenty, more than the Daoting Division.

But there were not many inner sect disciples, only 100 were dispatched.

To siege the Demon Sect, especially the third-grade Demon Sect, it was very dangerous to fight against the Golden Core Demon Head.

For a large sect like Taixu Sect, the disciples who could enter the inner sect were all outstanding among the geniuses and would be the pillars of the sect in the future. Naturally, they would not risk their death and fight the Demon Sect to death too early.

The inner sect disciples were not "cannon fodder" but "seeds".

Letting them participate in the siege of the Demon Sect was to temper their character, to let them see the cruelty of the Demon Sect, to let them adapt to the bloody battle with the Demon Dao cultivators, so that they could really stand alone in the future and become the pillars of the sect.

The only outer sect disciple in the field was Mo Hua.

Of course, he was not here for training.

He was the "black hand behind the scenes"

The black hand behind the destruction of the Demon Sect.

Ganxuezhoujie was a large state with many sects. Any Demon Sect that dared to show its head here would inevitably be destroyed. It was only a matter of time.

Whether Mo Hua is there or not, the result cannot be changed.

Mo Hua just accelerated the process, pushing the progress of the destruction of the Demon Sect from the beginning to the end.

And now, Mo Hua is at the scene in person to witness the result of this action with his own eyes.

The only drawback is that his position is a bit far from the Demon Sect, and he can't see it clearly.

He has no choice, this is already the biggest compromise.

Uncle Gu from Daoting Division, Sister Xia, Mr. Xun from Taixu Sect, and all the elders, all disagreed that he should join in the fun.

Especially Mr. Xun.

A son of a rich family should not sit in the hall.

It is too dangerous to destroy the Demon Sect and besiege the Golden Core Demon Head. If there is any mistake, Mo Hua will be worried about his life. When that time comes, it will be too late to regret.

But Mo Hua strongly requested and promised to be honest, quiet, far away, and nothing will go wrong. In addition, with so many elders of the sect following him, I think he will not be unable to be protected.

Mr. Xun then reluctantly nodded.

Therefore, although Mo Hua could participate in the extermination of the demon cultivators, he could only watch from a distance, and he lost his "personal freedom" and had to mix with the elders, and was not allowed to act alone.

And the extermination of the Demon Sect basically did not need him.

As a "middleman", he had pulled the strings and built bridges, and the mission was completed.

Other things were handled by the Dao Tingsi and the elders of the sect, and he could not intervene.

He was not strong enough to surround and kill the Jindan demon.

The formations near the Demon Sect were also handled by formation elders such as Xun Zixian, so he did not need to do anything.

What's more, most of the formations near the Demon Sect were of the third grade, which exceeded his formation grade, so he couldn't help even if he wanted to.

The only thing he could do was to watch honestly on the side when Elder Xun Zixian cracked the Demon Sect's formation,

learn humbly, and understand in advance the rules of using and cracking the third-grade formation.

After the formation was cracked, it was the pre-war preparation stage.

A large number of Dao Tingsi cultivators, according to the established plan, secretly surrounded the Demon Sect.

The elders of Taixu Sect also started to move.

It was misty and everything was going on in full swing.

Mo Hua, who was at the edge of the battlefield, was "free" and could only watch everything silently with a deep look.

He was now staying in a temporary camp.

Near the camp, there was another person who was as free as him.

This person was tall and strong, with a beard, and wearing a Taoist robe of the Taoist Court. It was Fan Jin.

Fan Jin was responsible for "guarding the rear".

The encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect was extremely dangerous. With his early Jindan cultivation, he was not qualified to be a vanguard,

to charge into battle.

Behind the vanguard, as the main force of the large army, he would kill the demon cultivators and earn merits.

This good thing was not his turn.

In addition, he did not have the ability to do things like reconnaissance, eavesdropping, and breaking the formation.

Therefore, he could only do the "rear guard". If the encirclement and suppression failed, he would be responsible for covering. If the demon cultivators fled, he would be responsible for intercepting and killing them. He also did some of the dirty and tiring work after the cleanup.

At this time, the camp was still in the preparation stage, and people were coming and going.

Fan Jin couldn't help looking around, with a lot on his mind.

He was transferred from a small place to participate in the great event of encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect. In fact, it was a good opportunity to meet with other fellow cultivators and talk about friendship.

Cultivating Taoism is also about human relationships.

If you want to make progress, you must work hard to find opportunities.

But he looked for a long time and couldn't find anyone to talk to.

The Jindan who came and went were either the Dianshi from aristocratic families, serving in the Ganxue state, and were already one level higher than him, a Dianshi from a remote state.

Either he is the true elder of Taixu Sect, one of the eight gates in the Qianxue State, with profound cultivation and excellent Taoism.

He didn't dare to make friends at all.

Even if he spoke, others would ignore him. After all, his origin, moral lineage, and cultivation were all inferior to others.

The tall Fan Jin, standing in the crowd, felt like a dwarf everywhere.

But he didn't want to give up. He only had this chance.

Once the demon sect is exterminated, no matter what the outcome is, there may not be such a big battle and encounter so many golden elixir monks in the future.

Even if there is, he may not be eligible to participate.

While Fan Jin looked on guard, he used his peripheral vision to look at the cultivators coming and going, to see if there was any cultivator with a lower status, who seemed kind and easy to talk to, who he could strike up a conversation with and build some friendship with.

After looking around, he finally found one for him.

He is young, tender, weak in blood, and has low spiritual power. Following a group of elders, he is like a "soy sauce".

The key is that he has a handsome appearance, clear eyes, a friendly smile, and is easy to talk to at the first sight.

The only problem is, he only has foundation building.

But just build the foundation, he can't talk to him about the golden elixir.

Moreover, he is wearing Taixu Sect Taoist robes, so he should be a disciple of Taixu Sect. Maybe he can establish a relationship with the elders of the sect behind him through him.

With such a large sect's connections, even just a few words of friendship and exchanging names can come in handy sometimes.

No matter how bad it is, you can still save face by telling it.

Fan Jin then sneaked up to the ink painting.

Mo Hua, who was surveying the surrounding mountains, also noticed this weird Jindan Diansi and turned his head to look at him curiously, wondering what he was going to do.

Fan Jin gritted his teeth, cupped his hands and said:

"Fan Jin, I am the Dian Si of the Daoting Division. Little brother, you are——" - a disciple of the Taixu Sect, right? "

Mo Hua looked at the Taixu Sect Taoist robe on his body and felt that he was talking nonsense. He nodded and asked:

"What's the matter?"

Fan Jin was suddenly stuck.

What's the matter?

He had nothing to do, he just wanted to come to chat, make friends, and see if he could make some connections.

He didn't know this little brother, he didn't know his name, what he liked, and he didn't know what to talk about.

He had the desire to make progress, but after taking the first step, he suddenly didn't know where to go.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment.

Fan Jin——·

He seemed to have some impression of this name.

"Do you know Uncle Gu?" Mo Hua asked him.

Fan Jin was stunned, "Uncle Gu?"

"Gu Changhuai." Mo Hua said.

Fan Jin nodded repeatedly, "We know each other, Gu Changhuai and Gu Diansi. I was temporarily seconded to Qianxue Prefecture. I have always worked with Gu Diansi and received a lot of care from him."

Fan Jin breathed a long sigh of relief.

This relationship was renewed inexplicably, but he never expected that it would be from Gu Diansi, who was always cold-faced and selfless.

Mo Hua also nodded slightly.

He remembered that there was such a Dianji.

At that time, when he told the Demon Sect through the token that "there is a mole, stop the operation," Fan Diansi was acting with Uncle Gu.

After all, I even saved his life.

"Little brother, are you from the Gu family?" Fan Jin asked in a low voice.

Mo Hua shook his head, "My surname is Mo."

The surname is Mo——

Fan Jin felt a little strange. In his impression, there seemed to be no family named "Mo" near the border of Qianxue State.

However, this also verified his judgment.

"Is this little brother... not a member of a noble family?" Fan Jin asked.

Mo Hua asked him, "How do you know?"

Fan Jin whispered: "Brother, don't be surprised. It's not that I'm bragging. I'm a pretty good judge of people."

He glanced at the ink painting and said, "You have weak blood. When you were young, you must have lacked spiritual nourishment. Your spiritual power is weak and your spiritual roots must be average. This means that you are definitely not from a wealthy family."

"If you can enter the Taixu Sect, you probably have another chance."

"But," Fan Jin shook his head with some emotion, "In the sect, I guess he is not taken seriously. He can only run errands with the elders, do odd jobs, and serve tea and water. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be warm and warm until now. Signs of nourishing your natal magic weapon.”

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and nodded: "You are pretty good at reading people."

"Right," Fan Jin sighed, "Speaking of which, we are quite similar. We both come from low-level backgrounds. It's quite difficult for us to get ahead and make a career."

Mo Hua asked: "Are you from a small family?"

"That's right," Fan Jin nodded, "The Fan family in Gushan City was a third-grade small family, but that was in the past. Now it has declined. The clan members are scattered. I am almost a loner."

"Gushan City?" Mo Hua said happily.

He did not expect that this Fan Jin would be from Gushan City.

"Little brother, do you know Gushan City?" Fan Jin asked.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "I know Master Gu from Gushan Weapon Refining Shop."

Fan Jin was surprised, "Do you still know Master Gu?"

"You also know Master Gu?"

Fan Jin said: "Master Gu and I have had drinks several times and we are quite familiar with each other. I helped get the deed for their weapon refining shop in the early years."

Fan Jin didn't expect that he just struck up a conversation with him just in case, but unexpectedly, he actually broke up with him. And this friendship is growing more and more.

Fan Jin became more familiar and enthusiastic while waiting for Mo Hua.

"When I have time to go to Gushan City, I will treat my little brother well!"

"Okay!" Mo Hua was also very happy.

Fan Jin suddenly remembered something and shook his head, "No, it's better not to go to Gushan City. Wait for me someday.

If you can be transferred to Qianxue Prefecture or other surrounding prefectures as a magistrate, I will host a banquet for you, little brother.

Mo Hua felt comfortable for a moment, then his eyes flickered, "Fan Diansi doesn't want to stay in Gushan City?"

"Who wants to stay in that place where birds don't poop?" Fan Jin waved his hands, looking a little disgusted.

But Mo Hua looked deeply and saw something was wrong with his expression.

His expression was one of disgust, but deep in his eyes, there was fear, and even a trace of deep fear.

fear-

What is he afraid of?

What is there to be afraid of in Gushan City?

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Fan Jin did not want to mention the words "Gushan City" anymore, but changed the topic, looked at the ink painting, and said worriedly:

"Little brother, as someone who has been through it, I have to give you some advice. If you think it's useful, just listen to it. If you think it's useless, just treat it as nonsense."

"Fan Diansi, please speak." Mo Hua nodded.

Fan Jin said sincerely:

"In the later stage of your foundation building, the next step is to form elixirs. This natal magic weapon - you have to choose it carefully. Although you are not valued by the sect and have no family support, you must not be careless."

He originally wanted to use Mo Hua to establish a relationship with the elders of the sect behind him, but he was a warm-hearted person and had become familiar with Mo Hua, so he forgot about this problem and gave Mo Hua sincere suggestions.

Although this is recommended, ink painting is actually not necessary.

Fan Jin saw Mo Hua's indifferent expression and thought that Mo Hua didn't believe him and didn't take his words to heart, so he became a little anxious:

"Really, little brother, I've been here, I won't lie to you. I just suffered this big loss, and I thought at the time,

It's enough if you can form elixirs. If you can make magic weapons, that's fine. As a result, although the elixir is formed now, the magic weapon is not good enough, so I suffer losses everywhere——"

Mo Hua asked curiously: "Fan Diansi, what is your magic weapon?"

"hammer.'

"Your magic weapon is a hammer?"

"yes."

Fan Jin looked troubled.

"Therefore, when it comes to things like natal magic weapons, you must be very careful and choose the most suitable one. You must not try to save trouble."

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

He has been thinking about the issue of magic weapons for a long time. In fact, he doesn't care what Fan Diansi says. What he cares about is actually the matter of Gushan City.

Mo Hua wanted to know what happened in Gushan City that would make this Jindan Diansi feel afraid.

But before he could ask, Elder Xun Zixian called to him:

"Mo Hua, come and have tea."

"Oh, okay." Mo Hua agreed quickly.

Fan Jin also followed the call and saw that the person calling Mo Hua was actually an elder from the Taixu Sect. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary appearance and bearing. He was immediately shocked.

The status difference between the elder of the Eight Gates Jindan late stage and the early Jindan Diansi from this small place is a million miles away. They are really a bit "unattainable".

Fan Jin wanted to have some friendship with a calm face, but the gap was too big.

He didn't have the confidence to speak.

Just at this time, a Daotingsi executive came to him and said, "Fan Diansi, Gu Diansi is looking for you. The operation is about to begin."

Fan Jin nodded, "I understand." Then he clasped his fists towards Mo Hua, "Meeting each other means we are destined. I won't disturb you little brother anymore. Let's talk again next time we have a chance."

Mo Hua also clasped his fists and said: "The demon cultivator is cruel, Fan Diansi, be careful."

"Thanks for the reminder, little brother."

After Fan Jin finished speaking, he turned around and left, but he still felt it was a pity in his heart. What a great opportunity. If he had stayed a little longer and said a few more words, he might be able to establish friendship with the "big shot" of the Taixu Sect. .

"What a pity—"

Fan Jin took a few steps and couldn't help but look back.

At this time, Elder Xun Zixian asked Mo Hua to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said warmly: "This is a gift from a Taoist friend of mine. It's called Xueshangqing. Try it."

The tea leaves are like snow, the tea water is refreshing, and the tea flavor is fragrant.

Mo Hua picked up the tea cup, took a sip, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, Elder Zixian!"

Fan Jin saw this scene and felt like his head was exploding for a moment.

no-

wrong.

Aren’t disciples serving tea and water to the elders? Is there any reason for an elder to pour tea to his disciples?

What kind of style is this in Taixu Sect?

Moreover, the one who poured the tea was an elder of the late Jindan period who seemed to have a high status and profound knowledge.

At this time of major repair, he was afraid of being rude even when he said a good word. But I can personally pour tea for the little brother in front of me...——

Fan Jinren was dumbfounded and murmured in his heart:

"Who is this little brother?"

Then he suddenly remembered that the elder just now seemed to have read this little brother's name:

Ink painting.

"Ink painting——

Fan Jin frowned. He felt that the name was very familiar, as if he had heard it before. After thinking about it for a moment, his pupils trembled and he took a breath.

"Could it be————the legendary 'ink painting"——

"That - the 'little monster' from Taixu Sect?" "

Half an hour later, everything was arranged properly, and the battle to exterminate the Demon Sect officially began.

But this has nothing to do with ink painting.

Elder Xun Zixian drank tea with Mo Hua, following the order of Patriarch Xun. He was not only watching Mo Hua to prevent him from running around and causing trouble, but also protecting Mo Hua from making any mistakes.

Mo Hua just drank tea obediently, and at the same time looked far away, looking in the direction of the Demon Sect, observing the development of the situation.

Many Daotingsi cultivators, as well as the elders and disciples of Taixu Sect, gathered in the direction of the Demon Sect along the established route, like an undercurrent. At the same time, they formed a net, completely covering the Demon Sect's lair.

The storm is coming, and the war is imminent.

Yanluo Mountain, which is full of poisonous miasma, is becoming more and more dead.

Suddenly, a violent wave came, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the ground was shaking.

This is the formation outside the Demon Sect. When it was broken, it produced a violent explosion of spiritual power, causing vibration.

Then the shouting and killing sounded, straight through the sky.

The leading Jindan cultivators sacrificed their magic weapons one after another and killed towards the interior of the Demon Sect. Sword energy, magic, swords and armor collided with each other, and the power was agitated, fighting with the Demon Sect cultivators.

The sky, which was originally clear, gradually became bloody, intertwined with the thick miasma.

After the Jindan charge, the large army fought behind.

The Daoting Sidianshi led the Zhisi, and the Taixumen elders led the inner disciples to form a formation, like a meat grinder, killing the disciples of the Demon Sect in front of them one by one.

The five elements of spiritual power and the evil demon blood collided and intertwined, producing a strong explosion.

The broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and the blood and flesh were flying, which was extremely tragic.

The blood flowed into the river and seeped into the swamp, covering the entire Yanluo Mountain with a bloody curtain.

This process was quite long.

Thousands of monks fought to the death in the mountain forest and poisonous swamp, blood splattered, swords broke, spells flowed in the air, and hidden weapons floated on the ground. The scene was very grand.

I don’t know how long it took, but the battle calmed down a little.

Mo Hua knew that it was not the end of the siege, but that the Jindan elders and Daoting Sidiansi led the attack into the Demon Sect.

Sure enough, a moment later, a stronger vibration came.

This vibration split the mountains and cracked the rocks, and the scattered breath spread like wind and waves, causing the miasma of Yanluo Mountain to roll back and the mountains and swamps to churn.

At the same time, a violent, fierce, and terrifying roar like an ancient beast echoed in Yanluo Mountain, causing hundreds of demons to tremble and the righteous cultivators to panic.

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

"Is this a dragon roar?!"

Four-Elephant Azure Dragon Formation.-

Beside Mo Hua, Elder Xun Zixian, who was in the late Jindan period, heard this roar and his face changed.

"Evil Dragon-"