Asking About Longevity Chapter 149

Chapter 149 Storm (Second update)

 “Old Mo…Mo Shan, no, Brother Mo!” A demon hunter put his arm around Mo Shan's shoulder.

"You say, given our friendship, if I show off my old face again and ask your son to draw a formation for me, will he agree?"

Before Mo Shan could speak, a demon hunter next to him said:

 “You have a big face?”

 “At such an old age, don't think about relying on your reputation to make a living.”

 On one side, some people laughed and started cheering.

“Mo Shan, just tell me how many spiritual stones can draw this formation, let me have an idea.”

Mo Shan smiled bitterly and said, "I have to go back and ask my son. This formation shouldn't be that easy to draw."

 Everyone thought for a while and nodded.

 A formation that can block a blow from a late-stage first-level monster is indeed not that easy to draw.

Another demon hunter secretly said to Mo Shan: "Is your son not engaged yet?"

Mo Shan nodded, "He's still young."

“It's not too small, it's not too small. This kind of thing should be considered as soon as possible.”

 “What are your plans?”

The demon hunter chuckled and said, "I have a daughter who is pretty. How about we get married?"

“Mo Shan, don't listen to his farts, my niece is pretty.”

“Brother Mo, this kind of thing must not be rushed. If you ask me to wait a little longer, my daughter will be born next year...”

 “How old is your daughter? Shameless!”

Mo Shan watched them chattering and smiled helplessly.

Although there were twists and turns in this monster hunting, overall it went smoothly and didn't take too much time.

 After everyone came down from the mountain, they sold the monsters, divided the spiritual stones, and went home.

It is getting late, and the street lights are on one by one.

Mo Shan walked through the familiar streets, opened the familiar courtyard door, and returned home.

Liu Ruhua has already prepared the meal, and there are vegetables, beef and steaming rice porridge on the table.

While eating, Mo Shan asked Mo Hua: "Are there any formations drawn on the rattan armor?"

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua held a white steamed bun in one hand and stuffed the meat in his mouth, nodded and said:

 “I drew the Golden Armor Formation!”

“Golden Armor Formation? Is it higher grade than Iron Armor Formation?”

“Yes, the effect is much higher than the armored formation.”

Mo Shan thought for a moment and then asked:

“Some of your uncles in the demon hunting team also want to ask you to help draw this formation.”

 “Yes, but it will take a while.”

Mo Hua needs to spend time recently to learn a new first-grade formation. When his level of formation is stable, he can go back to draw the golden armor formation to improve his proficiency.

Mo Hua thought for a while and added: "If they want to draw the Golden Armor Formation, they need to prepare some gold-based pens and inks, and just give them some spiritual stones as they see it. Just treat it as payment for the hard work."

 After all, even casual cultivators are not rich.

Mo Shan felt relieved, smiled and said:

“I asked them to prepare first. After a while, when you are free, you can help them draw.”

 “Okay!” Mo Hua agreed, and then asked curiously:

“Dad, is this golden armor array on the rattan armor useful?”

 He wanted to know how effective the first-grade golden armor array was.

 Mo Shan was just about to say "it's easy to use", after all, even the late-stage first-grade Kui Mulang didn't tear this set of rattan armor apart.

 He has never worn armor stronger than this in his life.

 But when the words came to his lips, Mo Shan hesitated again.

 To say "easy to use" means that he encountered danger in the mountains.

 As for the dangers he encountered, in order not to worry his wife and children, Mo Shan never spoke out about it.

Mo Shan hesitated for a moment and said: "It should be easy to use, but the monster hunting went smoothly today, and I didn't encounter any danger. Let's talk about it next time."

Mo Hua nodded, feeling a little pity. But then I thought again, it's always a good thing that I didn't encounter any danger.

Whether it is a rattan armor or a golden armor formation, they are all designed to reduce the danger, but no matter how much the danger is reduced, the danger is still there.

 The best case scenario is that there is no danger.

Thinking like this, Mo Hua felt relieved and started eating happily.

As Mo Hua ate, he thought of another question: "Dad, how is Uncle Zhao doing?"

Mo Shan frowned, "It's not very good. I haven't woken up yet."

Lao Zhao went into the mountains and was chased by unknown monks. On the way to escape, he fell into a cliff and got entangled in branches, and was later found by Mo Hua with his spiritual consciousness.

 Lao Zhao, whose life was hanging by a thread, was able to survive. Otherwise, the situation would have been much worse.

 “Did the Qian family do it?”

 “There is no conclusive evidence, but it is almost certain.”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Did the Qian family pursue Uncle Zhao to vent their anger, or did they want to cover up something?"

“Elder Yu is investigating, but there are no clues. I guess this matter will be clear when your Uncle Zhao wakes up.” Mo Shan sighed.

Mo Hua was a little worried, "Then when will Uncle Zhao wake up?"

Mo Shan touched Mo Hua's head and said:

“Don't worry, Mr. Feng saw it and said that you can go and have a look if you have time in these two days.”

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

 On the second day of ink painting, I went to Xinglin Hall.

 Lao Zhao, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was placed in a side room of Xinglin Hall.

 Lao Zhao's wife is still pregnant and should not work too hard. She can only take some time to visit her husband every day.

Elder Yu often came over and often arranged for people to come over to help take care of Lao Zhao. However, although Lao Zhao was alive and well, he never woke up.

 When Mo Hua came, he found that Elder Yu was also there.

Elder Yu, who had a gloomy face at first, immediately became friendly and cheerful when he saw Mo Hua, "Mo Hua, you're here."

“Well, let me see Uncle Zhao.”

Mo Hua walked to the hospital bed and was a little worried when he saw Uncle Zhao still lying with a blank face. Then he asked Elder Yu in a low voice:

"Elder, have you found out anything about the Qian family?"

Elder Yu hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said:

"I sent someone to check. In the past month or so, someone from the Qian family has been sneaking into Daheishan. They are sneaky and do not know what they are doing."

Mo Hua frowned, "I've also gone into the mountains, and I don't think I've encountered them."

“Most of them went there secretly at night, and disappeared as soon as they entered the mountain. Naturally, they couldn't be encountered. Not only you, but other monster hunters didn't notice either.” Elder Yu explained.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Uncle Zhao met them?"

Elder Yu nodded, "When he went up the mountain that evening, he probably happened to meet someone from the Qian family, and he probably knew what the Qian family was doing, so the Qian family wanted to kill people and silence them..."

 Kill people and silence them!

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

 What on earth were the Qian family doing in Daheishan? They wanted to kill people and silence them to cover up their tracks?

At this time Mr. Feng came in, and Elder Yu and Mo Hua stopped talking.

Mr. Feng was holding a plate with elixirs, acupuncture and a small steaming stove on it.

“Grandpa Feng, what are you doing?” Mo Hua asked.

“I'll use acupuncture to clear the meridians and activate the medicine, and he will probably wake up.”

“Oh.” Mo Hua nodded frequently and looked at him curiously.

Mr. Feng fumigated the medicine in a stove to extract its properties, then used gold needles to quench the medicine and penetrate it into Lao Zhao's acupuncture points.

 Lao Zhao's skin gradually turned red, congestion oozed out, and some of the chaotic spiritual energy in his body gradually stabilized, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

 Everyone was overjoyed.

Elder Yu looked a little calmer, and just when he was about to comfort him to "have a good rest", his arm was suddenly held hard by Lao Zhao.

 Lao Zhao's breath was unstable and he could not speak.

But he still held onto Elder Yu tightly, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to say those words:

 “Daheishan…there is a spiritual mine!”

Hearing this, Elder Yu's pupils trembled.

 (End of this chapter)

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