Asking About Longevity Chapter 141

 Chapter 141 Inquiry (fourth update)

 Amidst the sounds of pain from the evil cultivators, Zhang Lan and the others looked at Mo Hua with even more complicated expressions.

Mo Hua put Zhang Lan's sword on the ground and wiped it, but the blood was still there and had not been wiped off.

Zhang Lan sighed, reluctantly took the sword and returned it directly to the scabbard.

 “Okay, it's done now, you can go back.”

Then Mo Hua led the way, and Zhang Lan and the other three took turns dragging the evil cultivator down the mountain road.

 As for whether the evil monastery will be killed, they don't bother to care.

The fortune teller is great if you don't die, and you deserve to die if you die.

On the way, Situ Fang couldn't help but praise:

 “Mo Hua, your body skills are so powerful!”

 She was watching from the side just now, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

When I saw that Mo Hua could escape from the evil cultivator every time, I felt relieved and admired.

Mo Hua felt happy in his heart, but he still said modestly:

 “Where, just so-so.”

 “Who taught you?” Situ Fang asked.

 Zhang Lan coughed a few times.

Mo Hua glanced at him and said sternly: "An unknown, kind-hearted uncle who was passing by taught me..."

Situ Fang wondered: "There are still such people?"

She thought for a moment, then secretly said to Zhang Lan: "I looked at it, why does it look so much like your Zhang family's passing by?"

Zhang Lan choked and coughed a few more times. After a while, he recovered and said urgently:

 “Don't taint someone's innocence, what are you doing? Where is the resemblance?”

Situ Fang nodded, "It does seem a bit different. Your Zhang family's passing skills are not that great."

Zhang Lan was dissatisfied again, "Why is our Zhang family's passing water step not so powerful? This is..."

Situ Fang looked at him.

 Zhang Lan spoke weakly and said:

“It's...a little bit more powerful than our Zhang family's passing water step.”

 Zhang Lan was also confused.

The Zhang family has two sets of body movements, the falling flower and passing water step, the falling flower step and the passing water step.

He majored in Luohua Step, but he also knew the Flowing Water Step. He had also seen other monks from the Zhang family who specialized in the Floating Water Step use it, but none of them used it so well in ink painting...

So effortless, so confusing, and a little bit tricky...

 “How did I teach him?”

 Zhang Lan frowned, unable to remember, and muttered in his heart:

“What I taught him was the Water Step, right? It should be right...”

Zhang Lan's thoughts were confused on the side, while Mo Hua heard a faint "Thank you."

 He turned his head and saw Situ Xiu's eyes twinkling, but with a stubborn look on his face.

Obviously I wanted to say thank you, but I felt embarrassed, so my voice was similar to the sound of a mosquito.

He was confident and arrogant when he went up the mountain. He had been injured and bled several times, but now he looked much calmer.

Mo Hua nodded, somewhat pleased.

Sure enough, young people who experience setbacks will grow up.

 He forgot that he was even younger now, not even a teenager.

A few people were walking along the mountain road, and Zhang Lan was still struggling with the matter of passing by.

 He thought over and over again in his mind the scene of Mo Hua Shicai and the evil cultivator dealing with each other.

 Carefully compare the passing water steps in the ink painting with the differences in the passing water steps in his impression.

  The basic footwork is the same, but the changes in each line are more nuanced, and some movements are more concise, eliminating unnecessary movements. It seems that they have learned something from others...

 Why? It's obviously the same action, but the look and feel is completely different.

 Zhang Lan thought for a while and suddenly realized, "Is it divine consciousness..."

Because the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the spiritual power is controlled to the smallest detail, and the body skills are more erratic, detailed, and changeable.

The monks of the Zhang family are not good at formations and their spiritual awareness is not strong, so they have not learned the essence of this movement technique, so they feel that this movement technique is a bit mediocre.

 “It's over!” Zhang Lan felt cold.

When he taught the body technique to ink painting, he thought that ink painting was just a simple thing to learn and he would not be very good at it.

Even if you use it this way, others will take one look and forget about it.

 How well can a child who is born weak be able to learn body skills?

But I didn't expect that now I have not only mastered ink painting, but it is also ridiculously good, even better than the disciples of the Zhang family...

In the future, in the future, ink paintings will break out of some famous halls, and at the sight of others, they will say:

 “This is the Zhang family's fleeting step, and it's better than the Zhang family's!”

Where should the Zhang family put their face?

 Zhang Lan unintentionally added to the family's dark history. Zhang Lan's scalp felt numb.

It's fine if he is punished, but if he brings shame to the family, it's not as simple as kneeling in the ancestral hall or being imprisoned.

Zhang Lan took advantage of the two Situ's attention and quietly pulled Mo Hua's sleeves, and said solemnly:

 “Ten million! Ten million! Ten million, don't say I taught you!”

Mo Hua also has a serious face and pats his chest to assure:

 “Don't worry, I won't give you away!”

 Zhang Lan nodded, and when he thought about it, he realized something was wrong.

What does it mean to confess...it makes him the same as a criminal accomplice...

The people walked halfway and stopped on a hillside to rest for a while.

Mo Hua took out the beef and shared it with everyone.

The evil cultivator will not give it to him. He is not worthy of eating what his mother made.

Zhang Lan was eating the beef, which was spicy and delicious, and couldn't help but sigh:

“The beef in Mohua's house is really good, soft and chewy, and the stewing heat is really well controlled..."

Then Zhang Lan was stunned and suddenly remembered that Mo Hua seemed to have used a fireball just now?

The power is average, but the speed of the shot seems a bit fast...

 At least it is much faster than his spell.

 Zhang Lan looked at the ink painting meaningfully.

He originally thought that because Mo Hua's spiritual power was not strong, he would not be proficient in magic, but now it seems that it is hard to say...

 The Water Step combined with this fast and accurate fireball technique made Zhang Lan find it difficult to think about it.

 After eating, several people continued on their way.

 Before evening, we arrived at the foot of Dahei Mountain.

Mo Hua remembered something. He walked up to Xie Xiu and saw that he was awake, so he asked:

“A few days ago, did you hunt down a monster hunter in the mountains?”

 Xie Xiu snorted coldly and did not answer.

 “I want to ask you something.”

Xie Xiu glanced at Mo Hua with disdain.

Mo Hua lost his temper and turned around to pull out the sword from Zhang Lan's waist.

Zhang Lan was startled and stopped him quickly, "What are you doing?"

Mo Hua said: "He talks so hard, I'll break one of his legs again!"

Situ Fang persuaded in a low voice: "It's almost done, you have already cut him off."

Mo Hua said: "Only one has been cut off, but there are still two more!"

Situ Fang wondered: "If you are already dead, his life will probably be gone too."

Mo Hua said regretfully: "That can only be blamed on his bad fate."

Upon hearing this, the evil cultivator immediately said:

 “What are you asking, I'll tell you!”

Mo Hua was stunned.

Why is this evil cultivator suddenly so easy to talk to?

 If you practice evil, your eyelids will jump.

 He is not afraid of death.

 He can be killed by his enemies, be harvested and die, he can be convicted by the Tao Tingsi, and he can be sentenced to death.

 No matter what method the monk used to kill him, it actually didn't matter to him.

 But he must not die in the hands of a teenage boy!

He couldn't bear the humiliation of being killed by a brat who was only at the fifth level of Qi refining!

 “Then tell me.” Mo Hua said.

 “I'm not the one chasing you.”

"Then what?"

 “There will be no more.”

Mo Hua said slowly: "You said you weren't the one chasing him. That means you weren't the one chasing him. You saw someone chasing him."

 The evil cultivator remained silent.

Mo Hua wanted to draw his sword again, but Xie Xiu had no choice but to say:

“There are several monks who are chasing him.”

 “Where are your clothes and appearance?”

 “His appearance cannot be seen clearly, but he is wearing silver-white robes.”

The ink painting's gaze condensed, silvery white...

 (End of this chapter)

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