Asking About Longevity Chapter 318

Chapter 318 Provocation

The Qian family put pressure on Yan Jiaoxi and forced him to leave, and Tongxian Sect stopped teaching formations.

In this way, the Qian family can monopolize the formation, and Black Village can also use the formation to cover up their evil deeds.

The casual cultivators in Tongxian City, because they don't understand the formations, will never know what the evil cultivators have done using the formations...

The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more chilled he became, and he felt a little hesitant in his heart.

 Can the Qian family's conspiracy really be so far-reaching?

As Mo Shan was walking, he saw the ink painting suddenly stopped. He seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became more and more solemn, even showing a look of fear, so he asked worriedly:

 “Hua'er, what's wrong?”

Mo Hua came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "Dad, let's go find Elder Yu."

Mo Shan didn't know what Mo Hua was thinking of, but he guessed that he must have discovered something, so he nodded and said:

"good."

Mo Hua followed Mo Shan to the Yu family.

Elder Yu had just come back and was drinking tea leisurely in the hall. Hearing Mo Hua's arrival, he stood up with a smile. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Mo Hua's expression was solemn, and Mo Shan beside him was also looking serious.

Elder Yu was startled, his smile gradually faded, and he asked:

"what happened?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then expressed his guess.

The Qian family forced Yan Jiaoxi to leave, so that Tongxian Sect would no longer teach formations, so that Heishanzhai could use the formations to hide in the mountains and do all kinds of evil without being discovered.

Elder Yu frowned and tapped the table with his skinny fingers. He thought for a long time and then said slowly:

 “It's very possible, but it's a bit far-fetched…”

The Qian family's monopoly on formations may simply be to make profits from the formations, not necessarily to protect Black Mountain Village.

 This can only be regarded as a clue, not ironclad evidence.

Mo Hua nodded, "I also know it's a bit far-fetched, so I came to ask you."

 Elder Yu asked: “What do you want to know?”

“That day during the attack on Heishan Stronghold, you fought against the evil cultivators. Were there really no Qian family cultivators among them?” Mo Hua said.

Elder Yu's eyes narrowed, he thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said:

 “At least the heads of the family are not from the Qian family.”

Mo Shan also said: "I have not found any other evil cultivators in the Qi Refining Period who are from wealthy families."

 “Where is the big boss? Do you know who he is?”

Elder Yu shook his head, "His face is covered with black cloth and his face cannot be seen, but his aura is very unfamiliar. He doesn't even look like a local foundation-building monk in Tongxian City."

Mo Hua scratched his head and felt a little unsure again, "Did I guess wrong?"

 “Here's the problem.”

Elder Yu sighed, "If the Qian family is really behind the scenes and has something to do with Heishan Village, then it is impossible that there are no Qian family monks among the evil cultivators, and even among the heads of the family, there must be a Qian family foundation!"

 “Are there no exceptions?” Mo Hua asked.

Elder Yu sighed, "I have dealt with the Qian family for so many years, and I know their style of doing things very well. If they collude with Heishan Village, they will definitely find ways to get people in, slowly infiltrate and encroach, and occupy Heishan Village. For your own use.”

“And if Black Mountain Village was founded by the Qian family, the big boss, even if it's not Qian Hong, will be an elder of the Qian family.”

Mo Hua asked: "Will it be disguised or something like that?"

Elder Yu shook his head and said: "No matter how disguised you are, your spiritual power and aura will remain unchanged. I am very familiar with the Qian family's foundation builders. As long as I open my mouth, I will know what farts they are farting. It is impossible to admit their mistakes."

The ink painting was a little decadent. He thought he had discovered the connection between the Qian family and Heishan Village...

Elder Yu patted him on the shoulder and encouraged:

“The idea is good, but we still have to look for evidence. I will ask people to keep an eye on the Qian family to see if there is anything unusual about them.”

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

On the way home, Mo Hua asked Mo Shan:

“Dad, do you think it's the Qian family?”

Mo Shan nodded, "It's very similar."

“But, it seems like there really aren't any clues at all…”

The ink painting is a bit dejected.

Mo Shan mused: "Paper cannot contain fire, and there is no airtight wall in the world. If the Qian family is really related to Heishan Village, clues will be revealed sooner or later."

 He touched Mo Hua's head again and said warmly:

“Some things, it doesn't matter if you can't figure them out for the moment. As long as you pay more attention, you will eventually figure them out one day.”

Mo Hua felt better and nodded silently.

 In the next few days, while practicing ink painting and drawing formations, I was thinking about this issue, but there was no progress.

He was not discouraged. He kept his father's words in mind. As long as he paid more attention, he would eventually find clues.

　That day Zhang Lan came to Mo Hua again and said:

 “You have been more careful lately.”

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

 “Someone may want to cause trouble for you.”

Mo Hua frowned, "Qian family?"

  Could it be that he was suspicious of the Qian family and the Qian family knew about it, so the Qian family wanted to deal with him?

 “It's not the Qian family…it's still the Qian family…”

 Zhang Lan spoke vaguely.

Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously, "Uncle Zhang, are you drunk? Why are you talking so confusingly?" "What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't drunk yet!"

Zhang Lan glanced at Mo Hua, drank a large bowl of wine, and then said, "It's Qian Xing."

 “Qian Xing?”

Mo Hua was a little surprised. He hadn't heard anything from Qian Xing for a long time.

 “Isn't Qian Xing crazy?”

"He was just crazy for a while, but he won't be crazy for a lifetime." Zhang Lan said, "And he is the legitimate son after all. The Qian family has been looking for someone to cure him. After so long, he is finally cured."

Mo Hua held his chin and thought: "He shouldn't be so bad, but he still comes to trouble me, right?"

Zhang Lan glanced at Mo Hua with a half-smile, "What do you think?"

Mo Hua frowned.

 It seems...it's really hard to say.

 Qian Xing is used to bullying others, and he has a temper that requires revenge. Maybe he really won't let him go.

This kind of dandy usually only has a temper and no brains.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, his eyes brightened, and he whispered: "What if, if I kill him..."

Zhang Lan coughed and said with a complicated expression: "I am the Diansi of Daotingsi. Isn't it inappropriate for you to tell me this?"

 “I mean just in case.”

 “Not even in the unlikely event of success.”

Mo Hua sighed, "Uncle Zhang, you have changed. When you told me to harm Qian Xing..."

 Zhang Lan quickly covered his mouth, "I never gave you any advice!"

 “Okay, just forget it.”

Zhang Lan really couldn't do anything with ink painting, so he sighed:

"If he really causes trouble for you, just find someone to beat him up. As long as no one is killed, it will be difficult for the Qian family to explain otherwise."

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Okay!"

 In the next few days, Mo Hua began to wait for Qian Xing to come to his door.

If his guess is right, Qian Xing will definitely come to him.

 And Qian Xing did not disappoint him. One evening, at the foot of a mountain and on a fork in the road, Qian Xing and a few younger brothers blocked the ink painting.

Qian Xing has lost a lot of weight after not seeing him for a long time.

 Her face is paler, her cheekbones are higher, and her temperament is gloomy with a hint of madness.

 It seems that a lot has changed, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the resentment in his eyes and the hatred for the ink paintings.

Without a word of nonsense, Qian Xing directly ordered his younger brother:

 “Let's go together and destroy him first!”

This time, just to be on the safe side, he brought five younger brothers with him.

One with the ninth level of Qi refining, four with the eighth level of Qi refining, plus him, it is more than enough to deal with an ink painting with the seventh level of Qi refining.

Moreover, he specifically chose a secluded place where there were no demon hunters or other casual cultivators.

This time, he wanted to avenge his shame and make Mo Hua, the little bastard, kneel in front of him and beg for mercy.

As soon as Qian Xing finished speaking, several Qian family disciples took action one after another. The Qian family disciple at the ninth level of Qi refining took the lead and rushed towards the ink painting.

Mo Hua stood there with an expressionless face, neither dodge nor dodge. He raised his hand and fired a fireball.

  Fireball is dark in color, small in size, but extremely fast.

The disciples of the Qian family who were on the ninth level of Qi Refining didn't have time to hide, but they didn't bother to hide at this time.

 It's just a fireball spell.

He is a physical practitioner and has earth spirit roots. He has rough skin and thick flesh. He is not afraid of this small fireball technique at all. At most, he will suffer a small injury.

 And Master Qian is watching from the side. This is a good opportunity. He needs to show his bravery and leave a good impression on Master Qian.

So he directly used his chest to catch the fireball technique.

 The crimson fireball exploded with a strange wave.

 The hot and twisted spiritual power directly shredded his breastplate, cracked his chest, and evaporated the blood near his heart.

 Unbearable pain came.

The disciple of the Qian family who was on the ninth level of Qi Refining was caught off guard. He rolled his eyes and fell down with a plop.

 He rushes fast and falls quickly.

Several other Qian family disciples who were rushing forward suddenly stopped when they saw this, with fright in their hearts and expressions of disbelief on their faces.

This damn...is it fireball?

 A fireball spell knocked someone down?

The originally noisy foot of the mountain suddenly fell into dead silence.

 (End of this chapter)

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