Asking about longevity

Xiaohuangzhou boundary, Nanyue City, Yan Jiaoxi, traitors, Lingshu Formation...

Mo Hua briefly sorted it out, glanced at Mr. Zhuang again, and asked in a low voice:

"Master, are you on your way to Nanyue City?"

He had wanted to ask before.

Yan Jiaoxi is kind to himself for enlightening others and introducing opportunities.

returning a Favour many times more.

Mo Hua wanted to find Yan Jiaoxi and see if there was anything he could do to help him.

At the same time, I am also a little selfish, I want to see what the first-grade twelve-line spiritual pivot formation looks like.

Whether you can learn it, whether you can learn it, and finally whether you can use it to hone your spiritual consciousness and make your spiritual consciousness reach the realm of thirteen lines.

But he didn't know where the sect Mr. Zhuang was going to was, and whether he was on his way.

If things don't go his way, he can't make his own decisions and change Mr. Zhuang's plan.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said: "It's not going smoothly."

"That's it..." Mo Hua felt a little regretful.

"But we can take a detour." Mr. Zhuang added.

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Won't this delay the journey?"

"No." Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "As long as you can learn the formation, it's not a delay."

Mo Hua felt warm in his heart.

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he sighed slightly:

"Furthermore, I also want to see what's so special about the Lingshu Formation passed down by the Great Lingyin Sect."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Now he was relieved, but at the same time he was also a little confused.

He always felt that Mr. Zhuang went out to travel just to teach him the formation...

Mo Hua frowned.

He had already had this doubt.

Along the way, Mr. Zhuang was in no hurry and said which sect he was going to, but he didn't seem particularly anxious.

Instead, I was teaching myself along the way how to calculate, how to deduce, how to find the ultimate formation, and how to understand the ultimate formation...

Moreover, even when you arrive at your destination, it is just to allow yourself to learn the formation.

What about himself?

What exactly does Master himself want to do?

Mo Hua secretly glanced at Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang's expression was leisurely and indifferent, incomprehensible and could not tell anything.

"I don't know what Master is thinking..."

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart.

If Master has any wish.

When my cultivation reaches a higher level in the future, I might be able to help my master realize it.

I just don’t know when that day will have to wait...

After all, he is still just a young monk in the Qi Refining Realm.

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

Mr. Zhuang didn't know what Xiao Mo Hua was thinking at this time. He just said to the old man who was driving the car:

"Take a detour to Nanyue City."

The old man pulled the reins, and Dabai hissed. He stamped his horse's hooves, turned his head, and walked onto another road leading to the border of Xiaohuang State...

The Xiaohuang state boundary is also the second-level state boundary of Lizhou.

Under the Heavenly Dao Formation, the highest level of cultivation that can be used is foundation building.

Lizhou belongs to fire and has strong fire energy.

To the north of Tongxian City, the climate is slightly better, with mountains, water, and luxuriant vegetation. However, it is hot all year round, especially in spring and summer.

The boundary of Xiaohuang State is located to the east of Lizhou, which is southerly and has a drier climate.

There are also plants and trees along the way, but they are much less numerous, mostly brown, and not densely grown.

Monks rely on mountains to eat mountains and water to eat water.

Most of the fairy cities on the path make a living by hunting monsters, and the most popular ones are mining cultivators.

The so-called mining cultivators are monks who mine.

There are also other local names, such as "stonemason", "masonry", "miner", "miner", etc.

The customs of monks in various places are different, and their teachings are also somewhat inconsistent.

Among these mining cultivators, there are also those who dig spiritual minerals, but they are very few.

The spiritual mines in Xiaohuang State either belong to Daoting or are occupied by some large families and sects.

Spirit mines are extremely important, and monks from their own faction usually dig them themselves. They are rarely assigned to miners from outside who are casual cultivators.

These mines are mines containing copper and iron.

The natural copper and iron in the cultivation world are extremely tough, and it requires a cultivator who is practicing physical training to spend a lot of effort to cut through them.

The mined copper and iron are used in industries such as weapon refining, construction, and alchemy.

Even the formation master's formation pen and spiritual ink are occasionally mixed with some copper powder or iron powder.

The border of Xiaohuang State is not rich in other products, but there are many mines.

Therefore, local casual cultivators make a living by selling their labor and digging mountains and mining.

Among all the professions of monasticism, although it has not been stated clearly, mining and repairing is also a "low-level profession" at the bottom, and only poor casual cultivators can do it.

It is not easy to dig a mine, and there are some special doorways inside.

Along the way, Mo Hua only took a few glances from a distance, but never saw it with his own eyes, so he wasn't very clear about it.

But in general, Xiaohuang State Border, as its name suggests, is a little more desolate.

Because of the desolation, there were more robbers on the road.

Often the carriage would be stopped by a few robbers before it had gone very long.

These robbers did not say anything like "I opened this mountain and planted this tree. I want to pass through here and leave money to buy the road."

Because the mountain was built by mining, there are no trees to plant in the desolate mountain.

They don't talk nonsense like this, but some real things, such as:

"Hand over the spirit stone", "leave the carriage and horse", "I can spare your life" and the like.

In this case, ink paintings will generally be treated differently.

Because the composition of the robbers is also very complex.

Some are really poor and can't open the pot at home. Their wives and children are starving to death, so they have no choice but to cut their faces with a knife in their hands.

Although Mo Hua felt that this was wrong, he would not criticize them harshly due to his livelihood constraints.

And these people also know how to measure things.

Although the words are harsh, most of them can be dismissed with a few spirit stones.

Often at the last moment, he was shouting cruel words such as: "Hand over the spirit stone and spare your life!"

Mo Hua gave them a few spirit stones, and they were immediately polite.

Some are probably extremely embarrassed, having not earned any spiritual stones for a long time, and even kneel down and kowtow, saying incessantly:

"Thank you, thank you little brother!"

These monks don't need much. A few spiritual stones and some coarse rice bran noodles are enough for the family to live for more than half a month.

They were not greedy either. After getting a few spiritual stones, they went back with relief.

Looking at it, Mo Hua felt dumbfounded and a little sad.

There are also some monks who simply love leisure and work, and want to rob their homes and make a fortune.

Mo Hua gave them several spiritual stones, but they were still not satisfied.

This way the ink painting will not be polite.

One by one with a fireball, he knocked them all down and let them lie on the ground and "reflect".

Indulging in leisure and work is accompanied by laziness in practice.

Therefore, this kind of robbers generally do not have high cultivation level.

He is used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and his martial arts and magic skills are all poor.

He is no match for ink painting.

Of course, there are also some "hard problems".

This kind of gangster can be regarded as the local "habitual bandit". They are organized but not strong, and have rules but not strict.

Even if there are more people, each one behaves evilly and has a greedy nature.

Relying on the strength of the crowd and looking at Mo Hua as a young monk, the lion opened his mouth.

Mo Hua gave them spiritual stones, but they felt it was not enough.

He also asked them to leave their carriages and horses behind.

What's even more outrageous is that they accidentally saw Bai Zixi and said:

"This little girl wants to stay!"

Several other robbers also looked salivating, "This little girl is good-looking. If she is sold in the city, she will probably be worth a lot of spiritual stones."

"It must be several hundred anyway..."

"Thousands of dollars for worthless things!"

Mo Hua was angry.

Dare to betray his little senior sister?

Bai Zisheng was even more angry.

He didn't waste any time, and directly drew out his spear. His light gold spiritual power surged, and his figure was ghostly, as if he were in a deserted land. He pierced the thighs of the current few robbers and made them kneel down.

Then he put away his spear and punched them one after another.

From shooting to punching, it only happened in the blink of an eye.

The robbers were in an uproar, and then became furious:

"What an arrogant brat!"

"Everyone come together!"

"Destroy them!"

“Sell them to human traffickers!”

…

Other robbers also swarmed up.

Some gathered around Bai Zisheng, and some came to draw ink.

Bai Zisheng was not afraid, his spiritual power surged, his fists were powerful, and he fought in all directions.

He was originally a child of a noble family, at the ninth level of Qi refining, and had excellent martial arts and Taoist skills. He often competed with Mo Hua on his body skills when he had nothing to do, so it naturally didn't take much effort to deal with these reckless robbers.

Although there were many of these robbers, they all fought independently. There was no coordination or structure among them, and they were gradually defeated one by one.

There were also a few people who made ink paintings.

Mo Hua was riding on the back of a big white horse, and with a tap of his fingers, fireballs flew out one by one, knocking down all the robbers who were rushing towards him.

There is no robber that cannot be eliminated with a fireball.

If it doesn’t work, try again!

Only one fish slipped through the net, taking advantage of the gap in the fireball technique to approach the area within a foot of the ink painting.

But before he could take action, Dabai kicked him and kicked him away.

The robber was kicked away like a sandbag, hit the mountain wall, and fell to the ground, his bones shattered.

Dabai rubbed his head against the ink painting, as if asking for credit.

Mo Hua also put his arms around Dabai's neck and said with a smile:

"Gather more grass today and give you extra food!"

Dabai "hissed" again, very satisfied.

In just one cup of tea, the group of robbers were completely defeated, falling to the ground and wailing.

A few tried to run away, but Mo Hua used the water prison technique to immobilize them, but Bai Zisheng caught up with them and shot them all down one by one.

Bai Zishengyou was puzzled, "You dare to take ideas from my sister?"

He also beat up some of the robbers he led.

Mo Hua thought for a while and felt that he should also stretch his muscles, so he took out the Qianjun Stick and started beating him together.

Although he wasn't beaten to death, he was beaten to death.

After the beating, Bai Zisheng saw their miserable appearance and said with some confusion:

"Isn't that a little too much?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "It's not a good thing, it's not too much."

Bai Zisheng nodded, "That's right."

Mo Hua raised his little index finger and concluded:

"On a small scale, this is called punishing evil and promoting good, and acting bravely; on a larger scale, this is called contributing to the stability of Xiaohuang State..."

Bai Zisheng was shocked and said:

"Mo Hua, you are really good at talking. With this kind of talking skills, if you really get into the Daoting Division, you will definitely do well."

I beat up a group of robbers out of personal anger, but I can still speak righteously.

Mo Hua said unhappily: "I'm honest, I always tell the truth..."

"We are all from the same school, why are you lying?"

…

Bai Zixi looked at the two bickering people, with a slight smile in her autumn eyes.