Asking About Longevity Chapter 385

Chapter 385 Clues

Sun Ze twitched the corners of his lips and said angrily:

 “Little devil, my Sun family will not let you go…”

Mo Hua showed no mercy and hit him on the head with a stick.

Sun Ze felt his forehead buzzing.

 “You can think about it before you speak.” Mo Hua reminded him.

Sun Ze gritted his teeth and became cruel. He thought that a good man would not suffer the loss in front of him, so he begged for mercy:

"Little brother, it was my fault. I was ignorant. I dare not teach you how to do things. You have a lot of skills. Please let me go."

Mo Hua naturally didn't believe what he said, but he didn't care either. Instead, he said:

“I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer them correctly, I'll let you go. Otherwise, you can let your father have another son...”

Mo Hua also tried to scare Sun Ze.

Sun Ze broke out in a cold sweat. His father didn't need to have another son. He already had two sons.

He is the eldest son. If he dies, the second oldest son will take over as the head of the family.

Furthermore, the second brother's formation level is higher than his, so his father will definitely be happy to see it happen, and at most he will cry a little hypocritically.

Sun Ze hurriedly said: "Master, if you ask, I will tell you anything!"

Mo Hua glanced at Sun Ze suspiciously and wondered why this man's bones were so soft.

 He was so honest even though he didn't even knock a few blows with a heavy stick.

“Then let me ask you, does your Sun family have an ancestral formation?”

Sun Ze's heart skipped a beat. This kid really had an idea for the formation that was passed down from his Sun family's ancestors.

Sun Ze nodded quickly and said, "Yes!"

"where?"

Sun Ze shook his head again, "No!"

Mo Hua knocked on him: "Is it there or not?"

Sun Ze reluctantly said:

“According to my father, the Sun family has this inheritance, but according to my father, the Sun family has no clues about the formation and cannot find this formation...”

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Did your ancestors not pass it on to you?"

Sun Zezheng didn't know how to answer.

Mo Hua suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, even if I pass it on to you, you are not worthy."

 Monopolize formations, exploit spiritual farmers, and use power to bully others.

Moreover, the level of formation skills is low. The Sun family does not even have a first-grade formation master. Even if they find the ultimate formation, they will not be able to learn it. It will just be a waste of natural resources.

Sun Ze felt ashamed, but he did not dare to refute. He just rolled his eyes and asked:

“Sir, what formation are you looking for?”

Mo Hua stared at Sun Ze and saw through his mind at a glance, "You want to ask me for clues? Do you think I will tell you?"

Sun Ze said with a sneer: "I don't dare, I don't dare."

But I cursed in my heart, how come this kid is so smart as a ghost...

Before he could finish cursing, he was hit with another stick on the head.

Mo Hua raised his small eyebrows and said coldly:

 “Are you scolding me in your heart?”

Sun Ze's head hurt, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he hurriedly said:

 “No, no, don't dare!”

“Then what else do you know about this formation?” Mo Hua asked again, while weighing the Thousand Jun Cudgel in his hand and threatening:

"You'd better tell the truth. If you hide anything and I find out, you will suffer the consequences. Once your answer satisfies me, I will let you go."

Mo Hua's kindness and power gave Sun Ze some hope.

 This process of asking questions has been tried several times by Mo Hua.

 Ask about the whereabouts of the concealment technique from Diao Laosan, and ask about the conspiracy of the ancestor of the Qian family from Qian Xing.

 When to hit a few times, when to ask something, and when to give a little hope. Ink painting has become quite skilled in grasping the rhythm.

Sun Ze heard that Mo Hua was going to let him go. He didn't really believe it, but he didn't dare not believe it.

If he didn't believe it, Mo Hua would use fireball to send him to death.

 He will also be the head of the Sun family in the future, and he will have many blessings to enjoy. He does not want to give up these wealth and honors to his second brother.

Sun Ze then poured out the beans, telling them all the things passed down by the ancestors of the Sun family and the descendants.

Sun Ze didn't know much, and Mo Hua didn't get any more clues, but at least he verified his conjecture.

The ancestor of the Sun family indeed hid the Jue Zhen in the spiritual field.

Rather than leave the formation in the Sun family or pass it on to the descendants of the Sun family.

I just don't know where exactly the ancestor of the Sun family hid the Jue Formation, how he hid it, and what formation methods he used...

Mo Hua turned over some things again and asked Sun Ze several times.

Sun Ze was dizzy and reluctantly answered.

Although there are some omissions of one sentence here and there, they are basically the same and there are no contradictions. This shows that what he said must be the truth.

 Ink painting will not embarrass him.

Sun Ze is the eldest son of the Sun family.

Although he is uneducated and unskilled, and bullies spiritual farmers, it is not easy to kill him now.

 Otherwise, the Sun family will definitely jump over the wall.

The head of the Sun family is a foundation-building monk, and now that the Sun family is in a position of power, it is better not to get things done easily.

 “You go.”

Mo Hua kicked Sun Ze.

Sun Ze forgot about his shame and anger, and instead asked doubtfully: "You really let me go?"

"What? You don't want to leave?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Do you want me to keep you for another meal and a beating?"

Sun Ze was startled and said quickly:

"I'm going, I'm going!" After saying that, Mo Hua didn't wait for anything else, he got up and limped back.

He didn't even look at the other Sun family monks.

This is very similar to Qian Xing, the dandy young master of the Qian family.

 A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

 Even though this "fellow Taoist" is a monk from their own family.

As Sun Ze ran, he glanced at the water in the spiritual field from the corner of his eye.

 His embarrassed figure was reflected in the water.

 His face was completely black and scorched, both arms were completely burned, and he looked quite miserable.

Sun Ze was in disbelief.

What kind of fireball technique did this kid use?

 Why is it so powerful?

What's even more disgusting is that this fireball technique almost exploded directly on his face, ruining his face.

Sun Ze wanted to curse Mo Hua a few words, but he felt a chill in his heart and suppressed the curse words in his heart.

 Don't scold!

In case of scolding, was noticed by the little ghost, and a fireball was killed directly, and it would be big.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

 He must rush back and tell his father about this.

 His father is Zhu Ji.

This kid is just refining qi. Even if the fireball technique is sharp, he is definitely no match for the foundation-building monk.

Sun Ze figured it out and ran even faster, wishing he could use both hands.

Mo Hua guessed that he would definitely look for his father, Sun Yi, when he returned.

Sun Yi is a foundation-building monk.

But Mo Hua has the skill of concealment. Even if he cannot be defeated, he can always escape.

If the Sun family really went too far and angered themselves, they would hide themselves and run to the Sun family, secretly draw a complex formation, and use the counter-spiritual formation to disintegrate, directly destroying their family leader.

 But it's not that far yet.

Mo Hua frowned again.

 Master, Puppet Lao and junior senior brother and junior sister are all at Sun's house.

 He is now at odds with the Sun family, and he doesn't know what the master will do.

Just as Mo Hua was thinking, he saw a carriage approaching in the distance.

 The driver is Pupolao, and the one pulling the cart is Dabai.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that nothing can be hidden from Master.

 Or perhaps, all this was within the master's expectations.

Dabai in the distance neighed when he saw the ink painting.

Mo Hua immediately went up to him and hugged Dabai's neck.

Then I met Mr. Zhuang and told Sun Ze about provoking him and beating him up, as well as about beating up seven or eight monks from the Sun family.

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "It's a small matter, it doesn't matter."

Mo Hua asked in a low voice: "Master, don't you think I'm reckless and don't know how to tolerate it?"

Mr. Zhuang said: "Tolerating when you are incapable is to be cautious, but to be tolerant when you are able is to be cowardly."

“I don't remember that I taught you not to fight back when hit or scolded.”

Mo Hua felt relieved and smiled.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink painting and said in a gentle tone:

"I will take you on a journey, and I will generally not interfere when things happen. You have to rely on yourself in everything."

“But if you do encounter danger, even if the sky falls, you will still be protected by your teacher. Just relax and do what you think is right.”

 “Well, Master!”

Mo Hua smiled and nodded.

Bai Zisheng on one side looked at the monks of the Sun family lying scattered in the spiritual field, feeling both regret and regret.

What I regret is that as a senior brother, I failed to protect my junior brother in time.

 It's a pity that for such a good fight, I arrived too late and didn't catch up.

Bai Zixi glanced at the ink painting for a few times and saw that he had consumed a lot of spiritual power, but had no injuries on his body and looked good. His face was flushed, so he nodded slightly.

Sun family residence.

Mr. Zhuang said goodbye to Sun Yi in advance, on the pretext that he wanted to visit Qianjia Town, and Sun Yi had no doubt that he was there.

 When Mr. Zhuang left and Sun Ze came back with a shameful face, Sun Yi finally understood why Mr. Zhuang left...

Sun Ze did not dare to hide anything, so he told what happened.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Yi was shocked and angry.

"What did you say?!"

 He smashed the table into pieces and his eyes widened:

“Eighty-nine monks from the Sun family were beaten into grandsons by a young boy like him?”

 (End of this chapter)

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