Chapter 272 Asking for directions
Between the cliffs, on the invisible road, Mo Hua walked cautiously.
After a cup of tea, Mo Hua finally walked to the opposite side.
Climbing up the opposite cliff, the moment your feet hit the ground, the surrounding fog suddenly became heavier and the miasma was so strong that it made you dizzy.
Mo Hua quickly took out two pills of Pi Miasma and drank them, using his spiritual power to refine the medicinal power, he felt a little better.
Looking around, I found that I was in a small forest with no one around.
Except that the fog is heavier and the miasma is more poisonous, it is no different from the inner mountains.
“Where are those sin cultivators? Are they not here?”
Mo Hua muttered in his heart.
Mo Hua walked around cautiously for a while, and found that the sunlight was obscured by heavy fog and the forest was misty. He could not tell his direction and no longer knew where he was.
The most important thing is that there is no trace of the monks at all.
Mo Hua sat on the ground, a little confused.
Did you guess wrong?
It shouldn't be…
Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly felt strange.
On the other side of the cliff, the sun is shining brightly, and the fog is not heavy at this time. But on this side of the mountain, separated by a stone road, why is the fog so deep?
There is not much difference in sunlight on both sides. Logically speaking, even if the fog is heavier, it will not be so dense.
Mo Hua let go of his consciousness, took a closer look, and suddenly frowned.
There is a faint intertwining of spiritual energy in the mist, like lines, condensed around it.
Ordinary monks may not be able to detect it, but the ink painting can tell at a glance that this is the formation pattern drawn by the formation master!
Ink painting suddenly realized.
The fog in the deep mountains is not so heavy to begin with. It is the array master's formation that is causing trouble, making the fog in the mountains so thick that it is difficult to see even one's fingers.
Mo Hua was refreshed. He followed the position of the formation pattern and found a big tree. He took out a dagger and cut open the bark of the tree.
The dry bark of the tree was cut open, and indeed there was a formation hidden inside.
The nine lines of the formation are a first-grade formation. The formations are mainly water-based, with some changes in the brushwork and a somewhat unfamiliar form.
I've never seen an ink painting before, but I guess it's a fog formation.
The function of the formation is to condense water vapor and make it float on the surface of the forest, forming a long-lasting mist.
The ink painting felt novel, and seeing no one around, he took out a pen and paper, followed the formation, and copied it stroke by stroke.
Generally, when learning formations, it is best to use formation diagrams.
There are detailed formation patterns on the formation diagram, including the order of writing and writing, the proportion of ink used, the type of formation pattern, the formation pivot structure, and other matters needing attention.
It is difficult to reversely deduce the painting method from the ready-made formation.
No matter how difficult it is, it is just an ordinary first-grade formation. The formation pattern is somewhat special, but it is also within the scope of the Five Elements formation, and it is nothing to Mo Hua.
After five or six times of ink painting, I have mastered seven, seven or eight, and I know the number in my mind.
Heavy fog can deceive people, but the formation is fixed and cannot deceive people, especially Mo Hua.
Not only in the bark of the tree, but also on the surrounding rocks and bushes, this formation is scattered here and there.
Based on the direction of the fog formation, he can roughly deduce the path in the fog.
As soon as he thought of this, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly opened up.
He doesn't need to worry about the fog. As long as he uses the fog formations in the fog as a signpost, he won't get lost.
The formation master who set up the fog array wanted to use the heavy fog to confuse the direction.
But the fog formation he laid allowed the ink painting to find its direction.
Mo Hua put away his paper and pen, let go of his consciousness, sensed the location of the fog array, and started walking into the deep mountains.
After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly thought that if others could set up formations, he could do it too.
In his storage bag, there are still some stone needles with the Sinan Formation painted on them, which were not used up by Neishan, and they happened to be laid out along the road at this time.
If something unexpected happens, you can know it in advance.
Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste.
It is better to be prepared in advance than to be caught off guard when in danger.
Mo Hua walked along the direction of the fog formation and inserted the Sinan stone needle in a hidden position.
As he walked, Mo Hua gradually became familiar with the road in the foggy forest.
But after walking for a long time, there was still no trace of Sin Cultivator.
Mo Hua frowned. Did he neglect something? Or are these sin cultivators hidden deep enough?
How about going back first? Come and see us next time?
While hesitating, the sound of footsteps suddenly reached his ears.
Mo Hua was startled. He saw that there were no rocks and no deep vegetation, so he could not hide. He took three steps and two steps at a time, and with the help of the passing water step, he walked directly upright to a big tree next to him.
Mo Hua lay down on a big branch, and then he realized that he had used the concealment technique. Most Qi Refining monks could not see him, and his spiritual consciousness could not detect him.
But it's always a good idea to be cautious when sailing a ship that lasts forever.
What if the person who comes is a foundation-building monk?
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the outlines of two figures in the fog were faintly visible, mixed with some vague conversations.
“Brother...it's this way, you didn't lie to me.”
“Don't worry, that's right.”
“This fog is too **** heavy... I walked for a long time...”
“If the fog isn't too thick, won't we be discovered?”
“…can I go in?”
“What? Don't believe me?”
When we got closer, we saw two monks, one fat and one thin, both of whom were in the late stages of Qi refining. Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't foundation building.
A monk in the Qi refining stage, even if he sees through his concealment skills, he will still have a way to deal with it.
What's more, monks in the Qi refining stage, unless they have foundation-building spiritual consciousness, can't see through his concealment technique at all.
Mo Hua looked carefully again and found that the fog was hazy and he couldn't see their faces clearly. However, he saw that they were dressed in different clothes, one had a high-pitched voice, the other was carefree, and they acted a little sneaky. They must not be good people.
“Is it a sinful practice?”
Mo Hua's eyes lit up. If it was a sin cultivator, there would be a clue.
Even if you are not a sin cultivator in the mountains, you must know the way in the mountains.
The two monks, fat and thin, walked side by side. Mo Hua stepped lightly onto the tree and followed behind them on tiptoe.
The two of them walked and chatted all the way, unaware that they were being followed.
The fat and thin monks walked around in the foggy forest. They looked at the map for a while and pointed out the mountain roads. After turning several mountain passes, they stopped in front of a big tree stump.
“Is this here?” asked the thin monk.
“Not bad.” The fat monk nodded.
“What's next?”
"wait."
“What are you waiting for?”
“Wait for the third watch at midnight.”
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but think of that sentence:
At midnight, ask for directions.
Apparently, they are from other places and want to join the sin cultivators in the mountains.
Mo Hua frowned, should he wait with them forever?
It was getting late, and he wanted to go back early.
But we have already reached this point. If we don't follow them, the clues will be lost. If we look for them in the future, we probably won't have this chance.
"Wait, then…"
Mo Hua then waited patiently.
At almost noon, the fat and thin monks were tired of waiting and felt hungry again, so they took out dry food and started eating.
The thin man took a few mouthfuls and couldn't help but sigh:
“It's dry and hard, like eating bird poop, it's so **** miserable!”
The fat monk glanced at him lightly and said, "It would be good to have some to eat, otherwise you still want to go to the Taoist prison and eat prison food?"
The thin monk said with a sneer: "I won't be able to eat more than a few meals in prison, and I guess I will have to eat decapitation meals."
The fat monk shook his head.
The thin monk suddenly said: "Brother, how many lives have you taken?"
The fat monk thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Only six."
The thin monk gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are great, I only have four."
After speaking, he started counting, "an old man over a hundred years old, a monk in his thirties, a female nun, and her child."
The fat monk was slightly surprised, "Do you count the child?"
"If you don't count, there are only three. I'm afraid I'll embarrass you, brother."
"It doesn't matter." The fat monk patted his shoulder, "Follow me from now on, go into this deep mountain, eat well and drink hot food, you will have everything you want, and no one will look down on you."
The thin monk was overjoyed, "Then I'll rely on my big brother!"
The fat monk took out a package from his arms. Inside was a piece of dried meat and a jug of wine.
“I kept this specially. We brothers met by fate and escaped from the hands of Daotingsi's lackeys. We traveled thousands of miles to reach this deep mountain. From now on, we will have all the hardships and joys. It's worth celebrating.”
The thin monk's eyes lit up, “Brother is still thoughtful.”
The two of them shared meat and drank wine. They were neither full nor drunk, but they were satisfied.
After eating, the fat monk realized that the third watch at noon had arrived. He suddenly frowned, pointed to one side and said:
“There seems to be something at the tree stump.”
The thin monk was slightly tipsy and was confused after hearing the words. He got up and stepped forward to check.
The fat monk quietly walked up behind the thin monk, and when he was unprepared, he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed him to the core with his sword.
While the thin monk was wondering, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a sword tip exposed on his chest. His heart had been pierced. Then the sword tip was withdrawn and blood spurted out.
He turned around slowly, with a look of disbelief on his face.
The fat monk looked cold and said, "Good brother, this meal of wine and meat is also a deprivation meal."
The thin monk's eyes were full of grief and anger, and he tried to struggle, but the fat monk grabbed his throat, pressed his backhand on the wooden stake, and cut off his head with a sword.
The head rolled down, blood splashed all over the floor, and the fat monk's clothes were also stained red.
The fat monk didn't care.
"We are all brothers. You drink my wine and eat my meat, and I lend you my head. It shouldn't be too much."
After speaking, he stepped forward, picked up the dead head, and threw it towards the dark mountain wall in the distance.
There was a sound of the head hitting the ground, and the mountain wall suddenly disappeared.
A **** and gloomy mountain gate appears, with three ancient characters on it:
Black Village.
Thank you Dark Night Star Morning for the reward~
This book is not considered Gou Daowenha.
The protagonist will be more cautious in doing things, but he will not be cautious for the sake of caution.
There is something that needs to be done, even if it is difficult or risky, the protagonist will work hard to do it.
There will be a recommendation in a few days, and there will be more updates then.
Finally, thank you for your support and wish you all a happy day~
(End of this chapter)
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