Asking About Longevity Chapter 498

Chapter 498 Who to feed?

As expected by Mo Hua, Zhang Quanquan was no match for Lu Chengyun.

Lu Chengyun's swordsmanship is profound and skillful.

Zhang Quan was still doing the same thing. He relied on his own transformation into a corpse and fought head-on with Lu Chengyun. Then he was stabbed into a honeycomb by the sword energy and fell to the ground dripping with blood.

This lack of strategy and simplicity in tactics make Mo Hua amazed.

 Mo Hua thought that Zhang Quan dared to fight Lu Chengyun head-on because he really had some tricks to keep him under control, but he didn't expect that he did it all with anger and a fearless spirit.

 Then he is really going to die...

Mo Hua looked at it and shook his head.

If he were really his ancestor, he would be so angry that he would lift the coffin.

  Secretly manipulating the iron corpse has helped him so much, but in the end, this one is still not up to par at all!

In this way, without Zhang Quan as a chess piece, I would not be able to trick Lu Chengyun to death...

 Ink painting is a little helpless.

 In the altar, Zhang Quan was dying.

His face was pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, or he knew he was going to die. He did not beg Lu Chengyun for mercy, but tried his best to say intermittently:

 “Where's my…my…picture?”

Lu Chengyun raised his eyebrows, "You mean, your ancestor's picture?"

 Zhang Quan coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly:

"good…"

Lu Chengyun shook his head, "It's mine now."

With an angry look on his face, he coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood and said slowly:

"Okay...I admit defeat, but...Brother Lu, considering the many things I have done for you over the years, before I die, let me take another look at...the ancestors of my Zhang family..."

Lu Chengyun's eyes were slightly focused, and he could not see his emotions, but he asked calmly:

 “Let's take a look, what can we do?”

 Zhang Quan looked ferocious and hissed:

“I, Zhang Quan, have been unfilial and have caused the Zhang family's bloodline to cease and the Zhang family's body path to be cut off. I want to kowtow to my ancestors and ancestors! Apologize!”

Lu Chengyun was slightly moved, nodded and said: "Okay!"

 He took out a scroll from his storage bag.

 The scroll is rolled up, the paper is old, and there are faint gray stains and footprints on it, which were stepped on by the ink painting...

 It is indeed the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family.

 Zhang Quan's eyes were excited.

Lu Chengyun slowly unfolded the picture.

 Zhang Quan's eyes were fixed on the picture in Lu Chengyun's hand.

Lu Chengyun was half-stretched, his eyes slightly cold. When Zhang Quan wasn't paying attention, he suddenly drew his sword and penetrated Zhang Quan's chest with the sword, killing Zhang Quan directly!

Zhang Quan glanced at the sword on his chest, then looked up at Lu Chengyun, with a look of disbelief on his face, and gritted his teeth and said:

 “Land dog thief, you...”

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Quan lost his breath and slowly fell to the ground.

Even after falling to the ground, Zhang Quan still stared at Lu Chengyun with eyes fixed on his face.

Lu Chengyun looked at the dead Zhang Quan with an indifferent expression. After a moment, he confirmed that he was dead and then said in a gentle tone:

“Brother Zhang, I'm sorry. I'm afraid you have other options. To be on the safe side, I can only let you die first…”

 “You don't have to worry about the Zhang family's affairs.”

 “I will worship this picture of the ancestors with ease.”

“In the future, I will adopt an adopted son and give him the surname 'Zhang', so that he can pass on the incense to your Zhang family.”

"Your Zhang family's corpse path will also be carried forward in my hands..."

After Lu Chengyun finished speaking, he used Zhang Quan's body to wipe off Zhang Quan's blood on the sword, then returned the sword to its sheath and walked to the altar.

In front of the altar, the nine-foot-tall and majestic Corpse King stands like a abyss.

With his consciousness moving, Lu Chengyun could feel that this corpse king was completely under his control, and that the more than twenty iron corpses around him were also under his control.

Lu Chengyun was no longer calm in his heart, and finally couldn't help laughing wildly:

"From now on, this corpse king who controls the corpses will only listen to my orders!"

“This monk from Nanyue City will dig mines for my Lu family from birth to death!”

“The entire Nanyue City will be under my control!”

 “The sky in this small wilderness state should also change!”

Lu Chengyun smiled and suddenly stopped. He thought of ink painting.

Now that Zhang Quan is dead, the only people who know about the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar are ink paintings.

The ink painting constructed the formation of tens of thousands of corpses, and I also saw the formation he painted on the bronze coffin.

 In the entire corpse mine, the person who knows the most secrets of the formation, besides him, is Mo Hua...

Lu Chengyun's eyes were uncertain, his consciousness was released, and his face changed slightly:

 “Why is this young gentleman missing?”

Mo Hua was startled, and quickly held his breath and concentrated his breath.

Lu Chengyun scanned the corpse mine with his spiritual consciousness, suddenly realized something, and began to scan the altar again. After a long time, he still found nothing...

 He frowned and said doubtfully:

 “Where have you been?”

At this time, I was hiding behind Lu Chengyun and peeked at his ink paintings all night, and I didn't even dare to express my anger.

Lu Chengyun thought about it for a long time. He had no clue and was a little irritable. He scanned the altar carefully with his spiritual consciousness.

But the altar was too big, and he had gone through a fierce battle, so after searching for it for a long time, he became somewhat unconscious.

Lu Chengyun stopped searching.

 If the search continues, it will be dangerous if the consciousness is exhausted and the Corpse King cannot be controlled, causing the Corpse King to lose control...

Lu Chengyun put away the visualization chart, ordered the corpse king to return to the bronze coffin, and ordered the iron corpse to return to the iron coffin. Then he dragged Zhang Quan's corpse and threw it into the empty coffin beside him.

Although Zhang Quan is dead, his corpse can still be used to refine corpses for oneself.

Lu Chengyun's eyes were slightly cold, then he looked around, not knowing what to think, he flicked his sleeves and left the altar.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

 Until Lu Chengyun had gone far away, with no sign of coming back.

Mo Hua then secretly left the altar, quietly returned to his room, got into bed and pretended to sleep.

If Lu Chengyun comes to check the room, he will say that he has been in the room and has not gone out, pretending not to know anything.

Lu Chengyun knew that he was good at concealment.

 To see through the concealment technique, spiritual consciousness is required.

 And Lu Chengyun had a fierce battle with Zhang Quan, which consumed a lot of his spiritual consciousness. He would most likely think that it was because his own spiritual consciousness was exhausted, so he didn't realize that he...

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then suddenly shook his head.

no.

Although it is possible to get past this excuse, it is still quite risky.

 And it's not what it used to be…

Now that Lu Chengyun has killed Zhang Quan, without Zhang Quan as a shield, Lu Chengyun will focus on himself.

Mo Hua's thoughts changed rapidly.

 Go and run!

You can't escape from the front, the natural boulder is the door, and there are two second-grade iron corpses guarding the door.

These two iron corpses are in a controlled state. They are weak and dare not get close enough to change the sequence patterns on their spiritual hub formations.

 If the monks outside attack the corpse mine and take advantage of the chaos to escape, it will probably be too late.

 The Corpse King was refined in advance, Lu Chengyun launched an attack in advance, and the crisis came in advance, so there was no time to wait.

Then the only option is to explode!

 “How to blow it up?”

 Written ink painting.

 You cannot use the Reverse Spirit Formation. The formation disintegrates and is extremely powerful. However, it is too special and can easily expose your trump card and make Lu Chengyun worry about it.

 The return of the Earth Fire Formation should be enough.

Deploy an underground fire formation at the entrance of the small hole dug by the little tiger. The stone wall there is thin, and it should be possible to blow up part of the corpse mine, and you can take the opportunity to escape...

With his mind made up, Mo Hua decided to give it a try, but before he could draw the formation, he was suddenly startled.

 His consciousness sensed that Lu Chengyun was coming.

Mo Hua quickly climbed onto the bed again, covered himself with a quilt, and pretended to sleep.

 A moment later, footsteps sounded outside the stone room.

This voice is very subtle, but it cannot be hidden from Mo Hua.

Lu Chengyun was pacing outside, wandering around for a few times, as if hesitating for something, before finally speaking, he said warmly:

 “Little Mr.…”

Mo Hua ignored him. Lu Chengyun shouted a few more times gently, like a gentle and polite old friend.

Mo Hua felt that his thoughts were a little sinister, as if he had some evil intentions, but there was no direct murderous intention. His thoughts moved slightly, so he got out of bed and opened the door.

Before opening the door, Mo Hua ruffled his hair, then went to open the door with a worried look on his face. When he saw Lu Chengyun, he pretended to be surprised and said:

“Master Lu, why are you here?”

 After speaking, Mo Hua rubbed his eyes, looking confused, pretending not to wake up.

Lu Chengyun was slightly startled and asked:

 “Sir, have you been in the room all this time?”

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "It's midnight, if I'm not in my room, where else can I be?"

 After that, he was a little dissatisfied and muttered in a low voice: "There is nothing interesting here..."

Lu Chengyun hesitated.

 For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Mo Hua was playing him or not.

 At such a young age, can he really have such a deep palace and such innocent and flawless acting skills?

Lu Chengyun frowned and remained silent.

Mo Hua asked tentatively again:

“Master, it's so late, what do you want from me?”

Lu Chengyun came back to his senses and suddenly smiled:

“Lu came to see Mr. Xiao this time because he wanted to fulfill his promise.”

"promise?"

Lu Chengyun nodded, "Didn't I tell you before? As long as the young gentleman helps me build the formation, I will teach you...that formation..."

 The ink painting is completely sleepless, and its eyes are shining:

"real?"

Lu Chengyun smiled and said: "I am the leader of a clan, so naturally I will not break my promise."

 Lu Chengyun promised Zhang Quan and showed him the picture of the ancestor. In the end, before opening the picture, he killed Zhang Quan with a sword. The image flashed through Mo Hua's mind.

Mo Hua cursed in his heart: I believe you are a ghost!

 But on the surface, he still pretended not to know anything, "Can I learn it now?"

Lu Chengyun shook his head, "We still need some preparations."

Mo Hua was confused, "Ready?"

Lu Chengyun sighed: "This formation... is extremely difficult. I have been studying it for decades before I have some success."

“And the most difficult part of this formation is the spiritual consciousness.”

 “The threshold of spiritual consciousness is too high...”

"The young gentleman is extremely talented, but after all, he is still young. With his current spiritual consciousness, I am afraid he will not be able to learn it. Therefore, before learning this formation, he needs to find a way to enhance his spiritual consciousness."

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then he was "shocked" and said: "Enhance your spiritual consciousness? Could it be..."

 “Not bad!” Lu Chengyun nodded, “The young gentleman has extraordinary vision, he should know...the visualization diagram!”

Mo Hua took a breath and said in disbelief:

“The master of the house actually has a visualization diagram in his hand?!”

Lu Chengyun nodded and said meaningfully:

 “This visualization picture has actually been seen by Mr. Xiao...”

 “I've seen it too?” Mo Hua looked confused.

Lu Chengyun said: "It's Zhang Quan's painting of the ancestors!"

Mo Hua opened his mouth wide, pretending to be surprised.

Although his expression was a little exaggerated, Lu Chengyun was trying his best to lure Mo Hua onto the hook, so he had no doubts for a moment.

Mo Hua thought for a while and blinked again:

“However, when I looked at that picture, my consciousness did not increase..."

Lu Chengyun showed an enigmatic smile, "That's young sir, your method is inappropriate."

 “Is there any other way?”

Lu Chengyun nodded and said gently:

 “Little sir, come with me...”

Mo Hua looked confused and followed Lu Chengyun honestly.

Lu Chengyun brought Mo Hua to a secret room, and there was an altar in the secret room.

The furnishings of this altar are simpler.

 There are three plates on the table.

 One for the hand bones, one for the foot bones, and the skull in the middle.

Candles were also lit on the altar.

 The candle is white, the firelight is dark green, and the candle oil is flowing, like human tears, dripping and condensing at the bottom of the stage.

In addition, there are some strange-shaped utensils and a white coffin.

These furnishings look very familiar to the ink paintings. They are almost exactly the same as the altar in the Walking Corpse Village where Zhang Quan used human consciousness as a sacrifice to enshrine the ancestor's picture.

Mo Hua looked "scared" and asked:

 “Master, this is...”

 “This is the altar.” Lu Chengyun said.

 Seeing that Mo Hua looked uneasy, he smiled slightly and said:

“This Patriarch Picture is a bit special. It requires burning incense as a memorial in order to open your eyes, see the true nature of the picture, understand the great principles in the picture, and enhance your spiritual consciousness.”

Lu Chengyun pointed to the white coffin on one side and said:

"I have lit the incense and laid out the sacrifices..."

 “I will provide you with the visualization picture next.”

“Before this, the young gentleman only needs to lie down in that coffin, with no worries and no regard for life and death, so that he can visualize the true meaning of this picture and enhance his spiritual consciousness..."

Lu Chengyun's tone was gentle, with a faint smile on his face, but the green candlelight was reflected in his eyes.

Mo Hua was a little scared, "Really...really?"

Lu Chengyun's voice was low, “Of course it's true…”

"But..." Mo Hua glanced at the coffin.

This coffin has the same shape as the one in the zombie village, but it is more exquisite and smaller.

　　Seems to be tailor-made for myself…

Mo Hua timidly said: "I, I don't want to go in..."

Lu Chengyun's face changed suddenly, his expression became ferocious, and he said in a deep voice:

"go!"

Mo Hua was startled.

Lu Chengyun smiled sinisterly, "Little sir, don't live up to my kindness!"

Mo Hua frowned and hesitated for a long time before slowly lying down in the small coffin under Lu Chengyun's cold eyes.

Lu Chengyun sneered, took out the coffin nails, sealed the coffin, and then solemnly took out the picture of Zhang Quan's ancestor and presented it respectfully.

 Incense smoke curled up and candlelight flickered.

Lu Chengyun saluted and muttered:

　　"Today I draw a picture, burn incense and pay tribute..."

“…The white bones should be used as offerings to the ancestors, and the human knowledge should be used as a feast.”

 “The founder of the Zhang family is here, the younger generation Lu Chengyun, worship!”

 Mo Hua was lying in the coffin. When he heard this, he immediately let out a cry of pain.

 He remembered that when Zhang Quan was making a human sacrifice, there was this movement in the coffin.

Of course, you have to scratch the coffin with your nails, scratching out the heart-breaking, painful, despair and suffering of all kinds of struggles.

 But ink painting is afraid of pain...

His little hands probably can't scratch it to make any noise.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then released the little tiger and asked the little tiger to scratch the coffin board for him.

The little tiger's claws fluttered the edge, and the coffin board really made a hearty sound of "squeak".

Mo Hua also shouted in cooperation:

 “It feels so uncomfortable!”

"ah!"

 “It's so painful! Let me out!”

 Lu Chengyun was indifferent.

 While shouting, there was gradually no movement or sound in the coffin.

Lu Chengyun stood there for a long time, then sighed and said regretfully:

“It's such a great talent. It's such a pity. The world of cultivation is dangerous and even the most gifted people will inevitably die young...”

Lu Chengyun shook his head and left the altar.

Mo Hua was lying quietly in the small coffin. Seeing that Lu Chengyun was gone, he patted his chest with his little hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he thought of the picture of the ancestors of the Zhang family on the altar at this moment, couldn't help but licked his lips, and muttered:

“Is he feeding me pictures, or is he feeding me pictures?”

  Forgot to say it, happy National Day everyone~

This chapter has more than 4k words, so I wrote it a little late~

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