Asking About Longevity Chapter 319

Chapter 319 Things are different now

 The disciples of the Qian family looked frightened, while the ink paintings looked normal.

He has the foundation-building consciousness, the stealth technique, and the water-passing step. Facing ordinary Qi-refining monks, he can advance and attack, and retreat and retreat. He is already in an invincible position.

 What's more, he also has spells and formations.

Now, he is no longer the little formation master who didn't know martial arts or practiced magic, and it was difficult to escape with his life.

So when Qian Xing picks up a fight, he can solve it himself without even calling for help.

Neither a murderous criminal cultivator nor a **** evil cultivator. There is no tacit understanding between them, and the attack is completely unorganized. It is very easy to deal with it.

And Mo Hua also wanted to try out the power of his fireball technique.

Since he learned this fireball technique, he has never used it in actual combat once.

　Now I've tried it, it's quite powerful.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, very satisfied.

However, Mo Hua then thought again, this fireball technique shouldn't be that powerful.

This idiot from the Qian family, who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining, is suffering from some illness. He does not dodge or evade, and even received this special fireball technique with his chest, and then he fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Mo Hua spared his life and did not take his life.

He didn't want to cause trouble for anyone, so as not to cause trouble for Zhang Lan and himself.

But these Qian family disciples are not good people either.

Today they can follow Qian Xing to bully a young monk like themselves, but tomorrow they may not be able to do anything wrong.

Even if there are no killers, some lessons are indispensable.

Mo Hua raised his hand and pointed, and began to condense the fireball technique again.

His spells condensed quickly and were released quickly. Within a moment, the fireballs flew out one after another.

 Some Qian family disciples were knocked down by Mo Hua's fireball technique before they understood what was happening;

 Some people understood and wanted to run, but it was too late. They were directly hit by the fireball and fell to the ground unconscious;

Some wanted to fight to the death and rushed towards Mo Hua with all their strength, but his body skills were obviously unable to move faster than Mo Hua's attack. His face was hit by the fireball spell, and he fell miserably;

 Some others had already run a long way, but were immobilized by Mo Hua's Water Prison Technique, followed by a Fireball Technique, and were knocked down directly...

fireballs were flying, wailing sounds were heard one after another, and the disciples of the Qian family fell to the ground one after another.

 Suddenly, only Qian Xing was left in the Qian family.

Qian Xing stood there stupidly, as if he was having a nightmare.

 What just happened?

The kid Mo Hua stood still, just raised his hand a few times and cast a few fireballs, and all the family monks he led fell down one by one.

 I want to get closer, but I can't get closer! I want to run away, but I can't!

 Qian Xing's expression changed drastically.

 When did Mo Hua, the little brat, become so scary? !

“Am I still crazy and haven't woken up yet? What I just saw was just my hallucination?”

“What I see in front of me is not an ink painting, but a monster in human skin?”

 Qian Xing's pupils trembled sharply, and he fell into deep self-doubt.

In a daze, Qian Xing looked up and saw Mo Hua smiling at him from a distance.

This smile is innocent and innocent, but it also has a hint of evil, and it is a bit frighteningly innocent.

Qian Xing screamed and fell to the ground. He climbed up a few times using his hands and feet, but could not get up.

 When he finally struggled to get up, he found that at some point, Mo Hua was standing silently in front of him.

Qian Xing shouted with a trembling voice: "Don't come over! Don't eat me!"

 The ink painting was slightly startled.

Qian Xing's madness seems to be cured, but it doesn't seem to be completely cured. Occasionally, he still has some symptoms. The fear from the dream still lingered in his mind, occasionally confusing him with reality.

Mo Hua wanted to say something, but suddenly he frowned, turned his hand and took out the Qianjun stick, and swung it "as powerful as a Qianjun".

The stick hit Qian Xing on the arm, breaking his forearm and knocking out the talisman in his hand.

 “Playing these little tricks in front of me?”

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing with a half-smile.

Qian Xing gritted his teeth and endured the pain, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you... Mo Hua?"

 He doesn't believe it!

 He only went crazy for a year or two, and when he woke up again, he found that the ink paintings were not the ink paintings he knew at all.

The kid who was strangled by his neck was actually able to play with him on his own!

As for him, he couldn't beat Mo Hua himself, and the disciples he called couldn't beat Mo Hua. Even the little tricks he played were seen through by Mo Hua at a glance.

How can this be?

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing doubtfully, "Didn't your father tell you not to mess with me?"

Qian Xing was angry and his face turned blue and purple for a while.

 His father told him.

 Even the first thing he did when he woke up was to be warned by his father:

 Don't mess with Mo Hua!

This not only did not dispel his idea, but deepened his hatred.

 He is a direct descendant of the Qian family, and his father is the head of the Qian family. He has always wanted to do whatever he wants in the one-third of an acre of land in Tongxian City.

Now he has fallen into the hands of a low-born monk time and time again.

What's more, his father, Qian Hong, the head of the Qian family, not only refused to help him seek justice, but even warned him not to cause trouble.

This made Qian Xing feel incredible.

 They are from the Qian family. When have they ever suffered from such cowardice?

The more his father prevented him from messing with Mo Hua, the more he wanted to kill Mo Hua to vent his hatred.

But now, Qian Xing finally understood why his father told him not to mess with Mo Hua.

 Because he really can't be offended…

 The expressions in the ink paintings made him unpredictable, and the methods of the ink paintings also made him fearful.

Especially the innocent smile with a hint of evil that day, Qian Xing felt chilled in his heart when he thought of it.

Mo Hua was holding Qianjun stick and looking at Qian Xing, wondering what he was thinking.

Qian Xing's face instantly turned pale, and he threatened sternly: "I am the legitimate son of the Qian family, you can't kill me!"

"Really?"

Qian Xing struggled to back away, unaware of the pain of his broken arm, and murmured: "Don't come over!"

Mo Hua's expression was pretending to be gloomy and he said: "I'll ask you a few questions. If you tell the truth, I won't kill you."

Although he had no intention of killing Qian Xing, he just wanted to scare him and ask some questions.

 Qian Xing gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and asked, "Can outsiders enter your Qian family?"

 “What outsider?”

"Not from the Qian family." Qian Xing said: "As long as there is a blood relationship, or some kinship, it will be fine, but the treatment is not likely to be good, and they will generally be classified as side branches."

 The side branch is basically the monks on the fringes of the family.

“Have you ever seen a stranger in your family?” Mo Hua asked again.

“There are many Qian family members, and I can't possibly know them all.”

“Is there any monk who doesn't look like your Qian family at first glance?”

Qian Xing frowned and said, "Why do you ask this?"

Mo Hua glanced at Qian Xing coldly, "Are you asking me?"

Qian Xing felt a chill in his heart, and then he remembered that his life was now in Mo Hua's hands. He was the only one who asked questions about himself, and he had no right to ask him anything.

Qian Xing said aggrievedly: "No."

Mo Hua looked carefully and said: "You just said that you can't know everyone in the Qian family. How can you be so sure that there are no outsiders?"

Qian Xing explained honestly: "You may not be able to tell the difference by appearance, but you can tell if you are not from the Qian family, whether you live in the Qian family all year round, and whether your behavior does not conform to the family rules. Even if an outsider wears Qian family clothes, you can tell. Every move he makes will appear out of place..."

Mo Hua's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little regretful.

If Qian Xing did not lie, and there were very few outsiders in the Qian family, then there should have been no evil cultivators, at least not on the surface.

“Then, do you monks from the Qian family practice any strange skills?”

Qian Xing was slightly startled, "A strange technique?"

“It means it can absorb people's spiritual power, **** people's blood, or take supplements, etc…”

Qian Xing sneered, "No matter how ignorant I am, I still know that these are evil skills and are prohibited by the Taoist order. How can the Qian family learn them?"

Qian Xing's tone was a bit strange.

Mo Hua hit him on the head with a stick and said displeasedly:

 “What are you sneering at? Pay attention to your attitude!”

 Mo Hua didn't activate the formation, so this stick wasn't very powerful, it just hurt a little.

Qian Xing gritted his teeth again, obviously unconvinced, but his tone was more respectful, and he said honestly:

“The Qian family rules prohibit the practice of evil arts. Those who violate it will have their genealogy written off, their surnames stripped away, and they will be expelled from the family forever.”

The ink painting is a bit unexpected, it's a bit unlike what the Qian family does...

However, this may also be a ban imposed by the Taoist court, and it was added on the surface. As for what happened behind the scenes, it is unknown.

Mo Hua asked again: "Have your Qian family done anything bad..."

Mo Hua was halfway through asking when he suddenly realized that the question was in vain.

 The Qian family does bad things every day.

 It would be strange if you don't do bad things.

Mo Hua then asked a few indirect questions, and Qian Xing answered them truthfully, and it seemed that he was not lying.

But the ink painting still found nothing. It could not prove that evil cultivators had entered the Qian family, nor could it prove that the Qian family had entered the Black Mountain Village.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly, and it seemed that he couldn't ask any more questions.

But that's right. Although Qian Xing is a direct descendant, he is still a dude. Even if the Qian family colludes with Heishanzhai, they will not tell Qian Xing about the matter.

Since he couldn't ask anything, Mo Hua could only let Qian Xing go and threatened:

 “I'll let you go this time, but next time you mess with me, be careful with your life!”

Qian Xing looked happy. He didn't expect that Mo Hua would really let him go.

 Qian Xing nodded quickly, and then ran towards Tongxian City regardless of his injuries or whether he was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing's back and shook his head.

 Qian Xing really doesn't treat people as human beings.

Not only did he not treat outsiders as human beings, he also did not treat them as human beings, even the disciples of the Qian family.

These disciples worked for him, but now they were seriously injured and fainted on the ground. He didn't even look at them and just ran for his life.

 He uses his power to bully others, looks fierce but feels weak inside, but he himself is a piece of shit.

How did the Qian family produce such a waste?

Mo Hua felt a little emotional, and suddenly his heart moved, and he remembered what Qian Xing said to him with a ferocious face:

"I just need to take him to the mountain... let the monster eat his flesh bit by bit, and let him die in pain..."

Mo Hua frowned.

Daheishan is dangerous and dangerous. Qian Xing doesn't look like he dares to enter Daheishan.

Furthermore, the Qian family are not monster hunters. They know **** people, but feeding people to monsters doesn't seem to be their style.

 Qian Xing was running desperately, but as he ran, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move.

There were light blue chains condensing around his body, completely locking him. Mo Hua dodged a few times and arrived in front of him.

Qian Xing said angrily: "You said you would let me go!"

 “Let me ask you one last question…”

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly, "When you came to trouble me, did you say that you would take me to the mountain to feed the monsters?"

 Qian Xing's expression changed, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"

“Have you done this before?”

Qian Xing hesitated and said, "No."

Mo Hua was a little surprised and asked: "Did someone else from the Qian family do it?"

Qian Xing was slightly frightened and shook his head, but his eyes were averted.

Mo Hua gradually became more confident and his eyes became sharper, "Have you seen the Qian family do this before?"

 Qian Xingqiang said calmly: "I, I didn't!"

 But his guilty look was simply trying to hide it.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "Who is feeding people to monsters?"

Qian Xing did not dare to look into Mo Hua's eyes. He looked around and said "no". Even if Mo Hua threatened him and said he would kill him, he would not dare to say anything.

Mo Hua couldn't ask the question. When his mind moved, he took a step back and said:

"You don't say who it is, but you have to tell me what kind of monster it is."

 Qian Xing looked panicked. He didn't dare to say who it was, but he was afraid that if he didn't say anything, Mo Hua would really take his life.

This place is remote and uninhabited, so it is easy for Mo Hua to attack him, but now it is also convenient for Mo Hua to attack him.

Qian Xing hesitated for a long time, and finally his fear of death took over, and he muttered:

 “It's...a pig.”

Mo Hua's eyes flashed, "What kind of pig is it?"

Qian Xing hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.

Mo Hua said slowly: "Isn't it a pig that is fat, big, silly, and covered in bloodstains..."

Qian Xing looked shocked and horrified:

"how do you know?!"

 (End of this chapter)

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