Asking About Longevity Chapter 247

Chapter 247 Interrogation

　　Stealth!

Mo Hua has been coveting this skill for a long time.

　　When I first saw Diao Laosan using this technique, I wanted to learn Mo Hua.

Although Elder Yu said that he has a small Five Elements Spiritual Root and is not suitable for learning this magic, how can you know without trying it?

　　Previously, he thought that the hidden monk was hacked to death with a knife, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

But I didn't expect that he would appear again now. This is an unexpected surprise.

 Now that it has appeared, don't even think about running away.

Mo Hua has to ask for the secret of concealment no matter what.

He has now reached the seventh level of Qi refining, and his body skills are sufficient for the time being, but his spells are only fireball.

 The power is not as strong as the previous one, but more than the lower one. It can only be said to be quite satisfactory.

However, the ink painting spiritual root is not very good, and the skills do not add any bonus to spiritual power, so the power of the spell will not be very strong. Even if you learn another attack spell, it will be meaningless.

Mo Hua wants to learn some more practical spells.

 Hide is more suitable.

 The powerful spiritual consciousness can hide the breath and make it difficult for others to perceive, while the invisibility technique can hide the body shape and cannot be seen by others.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is strong, and if he learns the stealth technique, he can basically protect himself.

 Practice Taoism to seek immortality. Since you seek immortality, you must first live.

Diao Laosan's arm was broken by Yu Chengyi. He was sweating profusely in pain. Hearing this, he said angrily: "Don't even think about it!"

I have fallen into the hands of this kid again and again, and I want to kill him, so how can I give him the stealth technique?

Mo Hua snorted, "Don't toast and eat as a penalty!"

Diao Laosan gritted his teeth and refused to say whether he should live or die.

Mo Hua looked at him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and asked Yu Chengyi: "Uncle Yu, where is his storage bag?"

When a criminal cultivator is caught, regardless of whether he is alive or dead, the storage bag must be removed and marked.

Yu Chengyi rummaged around, took out a storage bag embroidered with blue water patterns, and threw it to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua poured out the contents of the storage bag.

 There are two spare daggers, one is a first-grade spiritual weapon and the other is not. It is probably just for makeshift use.

Several bottles of poison with names of poisons written on them, for smearing on daggers.

There are also several bottles of antidote. Although there is no writing on them, the colors of the bottles correspond to the poisons one by one.

There are also several books on exercises, Taoism, etc., but after a cursory glance at Mo Hua, they are all crappy stuff.

 There is no invisibility spell.

Mo Hua frowned, "Where did you hide the magic formula?"

Diao Laosan gritted his teeth and said, "You little bastard, I won't tell you!"

"You still dare to scold me?" Mo Hua raised his little eyebrows, drew out the Qianjun stick with his backhand, and said angrily: "Let's see if I don't smash your mouth!"

Yu Chengyi quickly stopped him, "No need to do anything, don't be tired."

 Ink painting is not a physical practice. If you are not good at physical training, you may really hurt yourself.

Besides, there are so many demon hunters here, so there is no need for him to take action.

 Several other demon hunters went up to beat Diao Lao San.

They had been guarding the spirit mines, and had seen many of their companions fall under Diao Laosan's vicious dagger. Naturally, they were full of resentment, and they just wanted to vent their anger.

When the beating was almost done, Yu Chengyi called to stop.

Mo Hua continued to ask: "Are you going to say it or not?"

Diao Laosan spit out a mouthful of blood and said softly: "If I tell you, can you let me live?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly: "What are you dreaming about in the Spring and Autumn Period?"

He raised two little fingers and continued: "You have only two choices. One is to be honest. We will send you to Daotingsi. Whether you live or die, it depends on how Daotingsi decides..."

"Second, if you don't tell me, I'll chop you to death right now. Anyway, you are a sinner, so your death will be in vain." Diao Laosan said coldly: "It's death anyway, why should I say it?" ?”

He knew very well that if the crime he had committed fell into the hands of Daotingsi, he would definitely die.

“One is likely to die, and the other is to die now. There is a huge difference.”

Mo Hua explained to him: "When you enter the Daotingsi, if you bribe the chief, you may not be sentenced to death. If you bribe the chief, you may be acquitted. At worst, if you bribe the jailer, you can try to escape..."

Diao Laosan rolled his eyes. If he had this ability and could bribe Dian Si, the head of the company, how could he be reduced to being a bandit?

I have long been able to become the patriarch of a family or the head of a sect, or even an elder at the worst.

Diao Laosan sneered in his heart but still refused to speak.

Seeing this, Mo Hua could only regret and said: "Then you should go on your way."

It is not a pity to die for these sins, but they will be pure after death. As for magic, he can think of another way, and it does not have to be concealment.

Mo Hua glanced at Yu Chengyi. Yu Chengyi nodded and ordered:

 “Drag him aside and hack him to death with a knife.”

A demon hunter came over, grabbed the chain with his big hand, and dragged Diao Laosan to the side of the woods.

Diao Laosan was dragged halfway and suddenly reacted: "I'm going to die now!"

 He ​​lived for more than a hundred years and thought about his death countless times, but he didn't care at the time.

Now when he was actually facing death, he realized the fear of death.

 Boundless panic engulfed him in an instant. His stubbornness to remain silent instantly collapsed, and his will instantly collapsed.

At this moment, he only thought about living one more day, or even one more hour.

 As long as it is not death now, death tomorrow, even death next hour, it is better than death now.

It is better to die in the Daotingsi than to be hacked to death with knives and thrown to feed monsters.

Diao Laosan hurriedly shouted: "I said! I said!"

Hearing this, Mo Hua perked up and said, "Wait a minute!"

The demon hunter dragged Diao Laosan back again and threw him in front of the ink painting.

Diao Laosan's expression was already pale and his breath was dying.

Seeing this, Mo Hua was puzzled and said: "It would have been better if I had just said no earlier. Why do you need to do this? If you get beaten too many times, you are a shameless person..."

Diao Laosan was so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Chengyi whispered to Mo Hua: "Say less and don't **** him off again."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and asked about the business: "Where is the secret of concealment?"

Diao Laosan was completely subdued. He had experienced the great fear of death and his anger dissipated. He said honestly:

"Among those Taoist books, there is one "Fire Flame Fist", pages 19 to 54, which record... the art of concealment."

Mo Hua rummaged through the contents of his storage bag again and found a copy of "Fire Fist" with old creases among a pile of Taoist books.

 After turning to page 19, I found that the contents of the preceding and following chapters were indeed very different.

At the beginning, it was a fire-based martial arts and Taoist method for body training, but after nineteen pages, it suddenly turned into a secret water-based spiritual practice.

 There is indeed a line of small words marked between the lines of the book:

  Concealment.

Mo Hua was overjoyed and glanced at Diao Laosan. He was worthy of being an old monk. His mind was indeed cunning. He hid precious spells and secrets in ordinary body-refining methods.

 It is dark under the lamp, so it is naturally not easy to be noticed.

Mo Hua contentedly put the "Flame Fist" containing the secret technique into his storage bag. Suddenly he frowned and thought to himself:

He hid the invisibility technique in "Fire Fist". Did he also hide other spells in another book?

 Mo Hua began to flip through other Taoist books, reading page after page, and finally he discovered something unusual.

 In a monastic martial arts book called "Quicksand Palm", there is another spell that Mo Hua has never heard of:

 Water Prison.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, buy one, get one free!

　　Thank you Zeyu An and An Ye Xingchen for the reward~

 (End of this chapter)

Chapter end