Asking About Longevity Chapter 566

Chapter 566 Returning home

A hundred miles away from Tongxian City, there are lush mountains and forests and gurgling streams.

On the mountain road, a caravan of more than ten people, pulling several trucks of storage boxes, moved forward slowly.

Mo Hua was sitting in the caravan's truck, his calves dangling leisurely. While looking at the familiar but slightly unfamiliar mountain scenery nearby, he was thinking about his parents, acquaintances and friends in Tongxian City. He was excited and suddenly Somewhat uneasy about being close to home.

 From the border of Sanpin Dalishan Prefecture to Tongxian City.

The road was long and mountainous, and Mo Hua stopped and walked, visiting the formation masters and looking for formation methods along the way, which lasted for more than half a year.

 He is now fifteen years old.

 A first-grade formation master, with early stage cultivation of foundation building, fourteen lines of spiritual consciousness, spiritual thoughts that have changed in quality and become as condensed as mercury.

 Compared with when he left home, Mo Hua has grown a little taller.

The eyebrows are also a little longer, and there is a trace of heroism in the eyebrows.

It's just that the age of ten is still too young for a monk.

Mo Hua established his foundation early. Although he has experienced many things, he still looks like a pure and innocent child.

“Brother Mo, your master, I really don't worry about you traveling alone...”

 An old man in the caravan couldn't help but ask.

 Along the way, he asked this question at least seven or eight times.

 The old man is the owner of the caravan. He travels all over the country and sells some spiritual stones and elixirs to make a living.

His surname is Zheng, and he has stern eyes. Others call him Mr. Zheng.

Tongxian City is becoming more and more prosperous, and there are more monks and traders coming and going. Mr. Zheng's caravan bought some monastic goods and went to Tongxian City to sell them.

It was just that we were attacked by monsters along the way, and the formation on the car was broken.

When Mo Hua met them, he helped them build formations. They were all very simple formations. They were about four or five lines per grade, and they didn't even require a lift of hands.

 But Mr. Zheng was surprised.

This little monk, at such a young age, can actually repair the formation of five formations...

The future is bound to be limitless!

In order to express his gratitude to Mo Hua, Mr. Zheng gave Mo Hua a delicious meal. When he learned that Mo Hua's destination was Tongxian City, he gave Mo Hua a ride on the way.

Mo Hua was tired from walking all the way, so he happened to be lazy and hitchhiked.

 Eating, drinking and chatting with others along the way was not boring at all.

  Anyway, we are very close to Tongxian City, so we can't delay it for a few days.

 It's just that every time Mr. Zheng looked at the ink paintings, his expression was a little weird.

 At such a young age, and with such good talent in formations, his family can really rest assured and let him travel alone...

He would be reluctant to leave it on him.

Mo Hua then said softly: "When I was traveling, I was with someone, but now that I'm back, I'm alone..."

 When he said this, there was a trace of loneliness hidden in Mo Hua's eyes.

Mr. Zheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

In the high mountains, the caravan walked along the winding mountain road, step by step, towards Tongxian City.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the undulating Dahei Mountains in front of him, as well as the looming outline of Tongxian City hidden in the mountains and clouds in the distance, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

 “Anyway, we're almost home…”

 It has only been a few years since he left home.

A monk has a long life. A few years is not a long time, but to ink painting, it seems like a long time has passed...

Now, I am finally home.

Mo Hua feels a little sour in his heart.

A few days later and after traveling dozens of miles, Mo Hua met an acquaintance.

 They are the uncles of the monster hunter.

They were wearing iron armor, holding simple knives in their hands, with serious expressions on their faces. They were on full alert, chasing the monsters, and happened to encounter the caravan where Mo Hua was.

They were on the way to hunt down the monsters. They were wearing iron armor and sharp swords, their bodies were stained with blood, and they had murderous looks on their faces.

 When the other monks in the caravan saw this, they were also on guard and looked nervous.

Mr. Zheng also felt a little chilly.

It was their first time to do business in Tongxian City, and they were unfamiliar with the place. In a desolate place like Dahei Mountain, they could not help but feel uneasy when they encountered a demon hunter with blood on his knife and a solemn look on his face.

For fear of a disagreement, these demon hunters will kill people and steal goods...

They often encounter and hear this kind of thing when they travel all over the country.

 What's even more troublesome is that these demon hunters are obviously extremely powerful.

Although the caravan hired guards, these guards were only in the late stage of Qi refining, less than the ninth level.

It's okay to deal with ordinary **** thieves, but it obviously pales in comparison to the monster hunter in front of you who has profound cultivation, sophisticated spiritual weapons, rich fighting experience, and **** hands.

 Mr. Zheng was nervous in his heart, but he still tried his best to smile:

“Fellow Taoists, my surname is Zheng. I went to Tongxian City to do some small business. I hope you will be accommodating...”

He began to figure out in his mind how much toll he would have to pay so that he could cross the road safely and reduce losses and preserve his capital...

 The monster hunters did not speak.

 They are hunting monsters, and speaking softly is the rule for hunting monsters.

Seeing that they were silent, the smile on Mr. Zheng's face became stiffer and stiffer.

At this moment, a demon hunter accidentally glanced and saw a child with picturesque features in a caravan, looking at him with a friendly face and a smile.

He was shocked, his eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief:

 “Ink...ink painting?!”

 The demon hunters next to him all glared at him.

 “What are you doing? Are you surprised?”

“The sound is so loud, what should I do if it disturbs the wind-listening wolf?”

“You're an old demon hunter, why don't you know these rules?”

 “No…it's an ink painting!”

 “What kind of ink painting? Ink painting can't be done either…”

The demon hunter was stunned mid-sentence, "Ink painting?!"

 “You are stupid, Mo Hua is not...”

 Then he turned his eyes and saw the innocent ink paintings with smiles on their faces in the caravan.

Mo Hua waved to them and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Sun, Uncle Zhou...I'm back!"

Everyone was suffocated, and then looked ecstatic.

 “That's right!”

 “It's really an ink painting!”

 “Ink painting!”

 “Speak down, don't scare the wolf away...”

"Who cares about that broken wolf? It does whatever it wants..."

 The ink painting is a bit dumbfounding.

“Mo Hua, wait a minute, we'll pack it up and send you back to Tongxian City…” the demon hunters said enthusiastically.

Mo Hua glanced at them and saw that their swords and armors were all stained with blood. Although their eyes were firm, their faces were frosty. It was obvious that they had been chasing the monsters for a long time and had experienced fights. It was probably about to end.

Mo Hua then shook his head and said:

“Uncle, you go hunt monsters first, don't bother me, I'll just go back with the caravan.”

 “Go back to our house and I'll treat you to a drink!”

Mo Hua patted his chest and said.

 All the demon hunters laughed, but they were not pretentious.

 With the ability to draw with ink, there is really no need for them to send it.

“Okay, let's kill this wolf and go back. We also have some fresh demon meat, which we just killed. We'll bring it back for you to try.”

 The monster hunter smiled.

 “Yeah, yeah.” Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

 Then everyone separated.

Mo Hua waved his little arms and said goodbye to the uncles and uncles of the monster hunter.

 Mr. Zheng was in danger. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the ink painting with both gratitude and surprise in his eyes.

“Little brother, do you know these monster hunters?”

“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded and said, “They are all my uncles and uncles. When I went to Dahei Mountain before, they all took care of me. I'm very familiar with them...”

 Are you going to Daheishan?

 Mr. Zheng looked at the ink drawings on the little arms and legs and didn't know what to say.

However, it's good to be familiar...

 It's easy to get things done with acquaintances.

Mr. Zheng was very happy.

Lucky for me, I was lucky enough to meet this little brother. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known any monks well. It's hard to say what would happen if I met these demon hunters with their swords licking blood in this wilderness...

 Mr. Zheng is more polite to ink paintings.

Just as he walked further, he realized something was wrong again.

 The further you go, the closer you are to Tongxian City, and you will encounter more monster hunters.

 These demon hunters, without exception, were all shocked when they saw the ink paintings. They were shocked at first, and then they all had surprises on their faces.

　One moment I had a solemn look on my face, and in the next moment I was as happy as the Chinese New Year...

Mr. Zheng looked at the ink painting, opened his mouth, and said absently:

“Are you familiar with these monster hunters?”

How come all the monster hunters in the mountain know you?

Mo Hua nodded.

 But you are...too familiar...

Mr. Zheng is still a little unbelievable.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "I'm very popular!"

 Old General Zheng was doubtful and silently speculated in his heart.

This young monk's status is probably not ordinary. He is probably an elder of the demon hunting industry, or at least a child of a high-ranking person.

 Or, is he the young master of a big family in Tongxian City?

 Lao Zheng kept guessing all the way.

As everyone continued to walk forward, it was getting late.

The sun is approaching dusk, and the sunset is over the mountains.

Mr. Zheng flipped through the map, estimated the distance, and frowned, "It's a bit late. If we don't hurry up, I might have to spend the night in the mountains..."

 It would be dangerous to spend the night in the mountains...

In today's Dahei Mountain, a newly built mountain road extends from the deep mountain, to the inner mountain, and then to the outer mountain, leading directly to the fairy city.

 The monsters in the inner mountains are ferocious.

 The monsters in the mountains are more bloodthirsty, and occasionally there will be second-grade monsters.

It's okay during the day, but once it comes to night, if you stay in the mountains and encounter monsters, the night is dark and the mountains are dangerous. I'm afraid everyone will be beaten by the monsters.

 “Take a shortcut while it's still dark?”

 At least out of the mountains.

 Someone suggested.

Mr. Zheng thought for a moment and nodded, "We must get to Tongxian City as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams."

Mo Hua raised his head and looked around, and found that this place was located deep inside the Daheishan Mountains. The mountain road had been rehabilitated, and the mountain topography had also changed a little, which was a bit unfamiliar to him.

 Changes in mountain terrain…

It seems that when he disintegrated the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation, it was so powerful that it almost flattened most of the mountain, so the entire terrain changed.

Today the mountains are still the same mountains, but the mountains and rivers have changed in shape, and the roads are no longer the same.

 While doing the ink painting, I couldn't figure out the specific location.

 There was a merchant accompanying him and said:

“I've been to Tongxian City several times and know a shortcut, but it's a little late and I'm afraid I might encounter monsters…”

Mr. Zheng thought for a moment and sighed: "That's better than spending the night in the mountains. You can lead the way. Everyone be careful."

 “Okay, Mr. Zheng.”

So the merchant led the way, and the caravan turned into a small road.

 The path is an old mountain road.

 The ink painting has a vague impression, it seems to be the road leading to Tongxian City from outside Dahei Mountain a long time ago.

Now that there are fewer people walking around, it is gradually becoming deserted.

There are indeed some twists and turns along the way.

Some rocks have collapsed due to the massive disintegration a few years ago. People can cross, but it will take some trouble for vehicles and goods to cross.

 There are also monsters.

But most of them are only in the middle and late stages of the first grade.

 The guards in the caravan could handle it, so Mo Hua just reminded them in advance and did not take action.

Everyone worked together to kill a Kuimu wolf and a red-eyed sheep demon, and the road ahead became much smoother. Just as he was about to leave the mountains, Mo Hua's consciousness moved, his brows furrowed, and he said:

 “Stop.”

Old Zheng was startled. The other monks in the caravan were a little confused.

It is getting late, and Tongxian City can be vaguely seen in the distance. Stopping at this time will not waste time.

However, although the sound of the ink painting is tender, it has a faint and powerful momentum that people dare not ignore.

Especially along the way, all the demon hunters have a warm and kind attitude towards Mo Hua. This "popularity" cannot be underestimated.

"Little brother..." Mr. Zheng hesitated.

Mo Hua raised his finger and said "shush" to signal him to stop talking.

Mr. Zheng didn't know why.

Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness, peered for a moment, his face gradually became serious, and he murmured: "It's...a second-grade monster..."

Hearing this, Mr. Zheng's legs went weak and he said with a trembling voice:

 “Second…Second grade?”

 Other caravan monks also looked in shock, and then they all discussed:

"impossible…"

“A second-grade monster with extremely strong vitality, you can see it from a distance…”

 “We didn't find anything at all…”

Before they could finish speaking, they heard a suppressed and terrifying growl coming from the gloomy forest on the right.

This low roar contains evil energy and blood energy that makes people tremble.

 Everyone's faces instantly turned pale.

 It is a second-grade monster!

 A monster stronger than Establishment!

 A monster of this strength is enough to eat them all!

 At the speed of the second-level monsters, they can't escape even if they run!

Everyone drew their swords one after another, but the hand holding the handle of the sword could not help but tremble, and their faces were filled with despair.

At this moment, Mo Hua reminded:

"do not move!"

 Old Zheng also came to his senses, and immediately lowered his voice and said: "Put the knife away, don't show murderous intent, and don't look into the monster's eyes."

At this point, he could only pray that the beast was full and would not look down on them.

 As long as they don't offend this monster, there may be a glimmer of hope.

 Otherwise, today may be a memorial day for all of them.

 While everyone was on tenterhooks, the dark shadows of the trees swayed.

From the mountain forest, a demonic beast as tall as a person slowly walked out. It had dark brown pupils, mixed black and white lines on its body, and a "king" character on its head, which looked majestic.

 “Second-grade tiger demon…”

Mr. Zheng felt bitter in his heart.

 It's over…

It happens to be a powerful, bloodthirsty and ferocious tiger-like monster among the monsters...

 The tiger demon's appetite is very big.

 Everyone's face was as white as paper.

 Ink Hua was startled.

Big tiger?

 Why does it look so familiar...

Mo Hua looked at it intently for a few times, then suddenly he was stunned and suddenly realized.

This is...the big tiger that the second master raised to **** blood in the Black Village?

 In other words, the little kitten demon that I had fed Xiaoyugan?

 It's an acquaintance!

 No, it's a familiar “demon”!

The big tiger's gaze wandered among the crowd, and then it fixed on Mo Hua. He was stunned for a moment, then confused, and then seemed to recognize Mo Hua. His big eyes blinked, and the fierceness in his eyes disappeared.

It didn't seem to be looking for food, but it just felt a familiar smell, so I came to take a look.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he said quickly:

 “Mr. Zheng, give me those monster meats.”

 Old Zheng was stunned, "Demon meat?"

 “The two I killed before…”

Two monsters were killed on the road, a Kuimu wolf and a red-eyed sheep monster. Some materials were peeled off and some meat was left behind.

 “Oh, oh...okay!”

 Lao Zheng nodded repeatedly.

Mo Hua took the demon meat and said, "You go ahead, I'll feed it."

Mr. Zheng's expression was dull, “Hey…”

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "I'm familiar with this monster..."

Mr. Zheng opened his mouth wide, looked at the ink painting, and then looked at the terrifying second-grade tiger monster in front of him, feeling unbelievable in his heart:

 You say you are popular, but you...can't be considered "popular"...

 A second-grade tiger demon...

you…

 Mr. Zheng's mood was complicated and it was difficult to express it in words for a while.

Mo Hua waved his little hand at him, "Let's go quickly, or it will get dark..."

Mr. Zheng was eager to leave early, but he glanced at the ink painting and hesitated: "Well, little brother, you..."

 “Don't worry,” Mo Hua said.

This **** mountain is just like his yard.

At most, the yard has been renovated, and I couldn't tell the way for a while, so I was a little confused.

 Mr. Zheng looked at the sky, gritted his teeth and said, "Little brother, you are so kind and kind, I will repay you in return!"

“Our group will stay at the Lanzhi Inn opposite Fushan Tower...”

“Little brother, if you go into the city, you must go there to find me!”

 Lanzhi Inn?

Is it newly opened?

 Before Tongxian City, there seemed to be no such inn...

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I remember."

 Old Zheng bowed to Mo Hua, and the other monks also expressed their gratitude, clasped their fists at Mo Hua, and then walked cautiously towards the direction of Tongxian City.

That second-grade tiger monster actually ignored them and let them leave.

 This is a second-grade monster...

Mr. Zheng was a little unbelievable.

 He couldn't help but turn around, glanced at the ink painting, and said in shock:

"Who is this little monk..."

The caravan left and there was no one around except Mo Hua. The big tiger no longer looked ferocious. Instead, it ran around Mo Hua twice and gave him a "oow".

Mo Hua doesn't understand it, but he can roughly understand its meaning.

 It seems to be saying, "Follow me..."

Mo Hua has now established a foundation, his spiritual consciousness has changed qualitatively, and he is more sensitive to murderous intent. He did not sense murderous intent from the big tiger, so he thought there was no danger, so he used his body skills to follow behind the big tiger, in the gloomy Walking in the mountains and forests.

 The big tiger walked a few steps, looked back at the ink painting, and saw that the ink painting was following him, so he continued walking forward.

 In this way, the ink painting was brought to a cave.

The cave is empty and a little damp. It doesn't look like it is a permanent residence, but rather a temporary one.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

 A big tiger also engages in "three cunning rabbit burrows".

It won't really become a spirit...

The big tiger glanced at Mo Hua and signaled Mo Hua to wait here. It went deep into the cave without knowing what it was doing. After a while, it came back again with a dozen storage bags in its mouth.

These storage bags, some old and new, come in different shapes, and some are even very exquisite.

I don't know whether it picked it up or killed someone.

 It placed the storage bag in front of the ink painting.

Mo Hua was stunned for a long time, and then he slowly understood.

 This big tiger...is repaying a favor?

I have saved it twice, so it keeps it in mind, hoards these storage bags, and gives it to me as a gift when it meets me again?

While I was painting in ink, I felt a little moved.

He stared at the storage bags a few more times. Most of them were not ordinary storage bags, and their shapes were also different from those of the demon hunters. Mo Hua was relieved.

Mo Hua took out Kuimulang's monster meat and threw it to the big tiger.

The big tiger sniffed it and thought it was still fresh, so he sat down, covered the meat with his paws, and began to eat it "squeaking".

Mo Hua stared at the big tiger for a long time, feeling very strange.

 Xuanbai pattern, with the word "王" on the head.

He asked his father Mo Shan, Elder Yu, and other old demon hunters, but he had never heard of a tiger monster with such an appearance.

Mo Hua also asked Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang's eyes narrowed slightly. He obviously knew something, but he didn't say it clearly. He only said something like "It's a bit rare, but it's really not common...".

Mo Hua still doesn't know what kind of monster this is.

Moreover, it really doesn't seem to eat humans…

 Also very smart...

Mo Hua stared at the big tiger for a long time, shook his head, and had no idea.

 He looked out at the sky again, and then said to the big tiger:

“I'm leaving. I'll come back to see you in a few days and treat you to some dried fish…”

The big tiger clearly showed an expression of disgust, as if he felt that his majesty as a second-grade tiger was being despised by the ink painting.

But it didn't refuse either.

Mo Hua put away the storage bag and carried it on his body.

 After all, it was the big tiger's good intentions, but he was disrespectful.

 Moreover, Mo Hua is also very curious about what is in these storage bags and who belongs to them.

 After that, Mo Hua waved and said goodbye to the big tiger, and then set off alone, walking along the mountain road in the direction of Tongxian City.

 After leaving the mountains and reaching the inner mountains, ink painting becomes much more familiar.

 Some memories from the past also surfaced.

 Ling Mine, the Qian family, the big demon... and the things that happened when I followed my father, ran around the mountains little by little, got familiar with the Dahei Mountain, drew maps, and set up formations...

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

These things feel like they happened a long time ago, and they feel like they were just yesterday.

The sky was completely dark, and Mo Hua quickened his pace. Relying on his superb walking skills, he only took the shortcut and soon passed through the inner mountain and reached the outer mountain.

Along the way, monsters, miasma, poisonous swamps, and ink paintings were all avoided.

 After that, we trekked for several more hours.

By the time we arrived at Tongxian City, the night was already very dark.

The sky is dotted with stars, and Tongxian City is dimly lit.

Mo Hua slowed down his pace and walked. Suddenly, he was startled and found a familiar figure standing in front of the city gate.

 Gentle and gentle.

It seems that ever since she got the news from the demon hunter, she has been standing in front of the city gate and waiting, looking eagerly at the mountain road in the distance, expecting that little figure that she has been thinking about day and night to appear on the mountain road.

Even if the sun sets and the night falls on her body, she is still waiting silently.

 Waiting for his children to come home.

Mo Hua saw her, but she didn't see Mo Hua. She was still looking forward to it, but also a little anxious, looking into the distance worried about gain and loss.

Mo Hua's heart trembled and his eyes were a little hazy.

Like the wind, he ran towards the city gate.

 “Mother!”

Liu Ruhua trembled when she heard this voice, turned her head, and stared blankly at Mo Hua running towards her, feeling that she was in a dream for a moment.

When Mo Hua ran up to her, she saw that little face that, although a little strange, seemed haunting, with a smile on her face, but she couldn't help but shed tears.

Liu Ruhua hugged the ink painting tightly in her arms, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

 “Peace, I'm back...”

Liu Ruhua's voice had a tremor, but it was very soft, like a warm wind.

"Um."

Mo Hua's eyes were wet, he snuggled into his mother's arms and nodded.

 “Mom, I'm home.”

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