Asking about longevity

Lao Zhao was seriously injured and his breath was weak.

Everyone rescued him, fed him some elixirs to protect his heart, and then sent him down the mountain, knocking on the door of Xinglin Hall that night.

Mr. Feng took action and saved his life.

But his life was saved, and he was still awake.

According to Mr. Feng, he was killed by someone, chased for a long distance, exhausted his spiritual power, and lost too much blood, so he fell into a coma and could not wake up.

It needs to be adjusted slowly. Once the Qi and blood are warm and well maintained, you can wake up.

Fortunately, it was better to discover it early. If it had been later, it would probably have been too late.

When he heard that the person was rescued after being discovered by Mo Hua, Mr. Feng was stunned again, then smiled happily, touched Mo Hua's head and said:

"You kid, you are so lucky."

Mo Hua is a little embarrassed.

Lao Zhao's wife fainted several times due to excessive worries. When she heard that her husband was in a coma, he saved his life, her tense mind relaxed.

She took the time to thank Mo Hua and gave her a few Taoist robes made by herself, with two lines of small words embroidered on the collar:

Be safe and sound forever.

This is the most sincere blessing.

Liu Ruhua pulled her to talk in the room and comforted her softly. When she said goodbye and left, she looked much better.

There's just one more thing I care about when it comes to ink painting.

Mr. Feng said that Uncle Zhao was killed by someone, not by a monster.

Who in Tongxian City would kill a demon hunter in the late stage of Qi refining?

Mo Hua couldn't understand.

Elder Yu has already sent people to investigate. There should be some clues. Even if they cannot be found, when Uncle Zhao wakes up, he will probably know the truth.

However, Elder Yu and the others have to worry about this and have nothing to do with ink painting.

He did everything he had to do.

I just hope that Uncle Zhao wakes up soon and their family can be reunited.

After a period of time, Mo Hua spent more time on cultivation.

He would also spend an extra hour every day meditating, practicing, and refining spiritual stones.

In the practice of monks, what is more important is persistence. If you keep practicing every day, over time, things will come naturally.

You don’t need to practice for too long in a day, as long as you persist for an hour every day.

The time spent on ink painting is actually not very efficient, and not much spiritual power can be refined. But after all, the sixth level of Qi Refining was just a step away. Mo Hua wanted to work hard and get there as soon as possible.

A few days later, he really felt the threshold of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The ink painting was solemn, burning incense and bathing, preparing spiritual stones, concentrating carefully, and waiting for breakthrough.

Then it failed.

This threshold has not been crossed...

Mo Hua's face darkened, and he entered Daheishan again with his storage bag in hand.

Just let it go, he didn't bother to care about such nonsense as cultivating a breakthrough.

He'd better stock up on more demon blood and save it for practicing formations.

After Mo Hua entered Dahei Mountain, he found that there were fewer monster hunters in the mountain.

In the past, when he went into the mountains, he would meet many acquaintances for a long time, but now, after walking around for a whole day, he could only see one or two.

Mo Hua met a team of demon hunters he wasn't too familiar with, rubbed their demon blood, and treated them to beef. After asking them about it again, he found out the whole story.

Old Zhao was being hunted. Elder Yu was a little worried and sent people to investigate. He also asked everyone to stay away from Dahei Mountain in the past few days, so there were fewer monster hunters in the mountain.

Mo Hua frowned. There were fewer people, but more monsters.

Then it would be a bit dangerous for him to stay in the mountains.

If you are chased by monsters, there will be no one who can help you.

"Go down the mountain now?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head. His spiritual consciousness was already very strong now and was no weaker than the average monks in the late stage of Qi refining. When encountering monsters, he could detect them early and avoid being chased by them.

But when it’s time to be low-key, you should still be low-key.

Mo Hua smeared some grass juice on his clothes, stuck a few branches on his head, and smeared his face dirty.

In this way, the monsters can't smell his scent, and even from a distance, they can't distinguish his figure despite the grass and branches.

As for the clothes that are dirty, his mother will wash them for him when he returns home.

Mo Hua felt relieved and continued to "patrol the mountains" as planned.

Mo Hua held the compass and wandered around until noon. When he got hungry, he lay down in the grass and ate the beef made by his mother.

As he was eating, Mo Hua suddenly noticed something moving. He raised his head and looked through the cracks in the grass, and saw several monks walking towards them from a distance.

The way he is dressed does not look like a monster hunter.

Mo Hua's expression was stern, he lay down and secretly released his consciousness.

The consciousness can sense that there are three people arriving, two men and one woman. They are all in the late stage of Qi refining. Their spiritual power is relatively obscure and difficult to spy on, and they seem to be arguing about something.

Mo Hua pricked up his ears and listened curiously.

"...I've been looking for a few days and haven't found anything..." a man said intermittently.

"Be patient...that person is extremely cunning..."

"... Despicable and shameless... If I find him, I will cut him into pieces..." This was a woman's voice.

Who is talking about? It can't be Uncle Zhao...

Mo Hua held his breath and listened carefully.

The three of them were getting closer, and their voices became clearer. One of them had a faint voice, and Mo Hua always felt that it sounded familiar.

"...If you still can't find it, you can go back first." The man walking in front said.

"I'm not going back!" This was the woman's voice.

"Is this the ability of your Tongxian City Dao Tingsi, that you can't even find anyone?" Another man said, his voice was a bit strange.

"The thief is quite familiar with Daheishan. He is hiding in the mountains. If we look for him like this, it will be like finding a needle in a haystack."

"You have to find the needle in the haystack..."

"You are not local monks. You don't understand. Daheishan is full of monsters and extremely dangerous..."

"It's just a monster mountain on the border of the second-grade state. How dangerous can it be?"

"The ignorant are fearless..."

"Hmph, I'm not like you, who is timid! Whether it's a monster or a thief in this mountain, I will kill every one I see..."

The man walking in front suddenly stopped and sneered:

"Stop bragging. You've been spied on for a long time and you didn't even notice?"

"What did you say?"

"What peeps?"

The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly drew his sword, pointed at the grass where Mo Hua was hiding, and said coldly:

"Stop hiding, come out!"

The other two people were startled when they heard the words, and then a look of horror flashed in their eyes. They both took half a step back and stood up with their swords drawn. With solemn expressions, they followed the direction of the man's sword and looked over.

The rocks are rugged and the weeds are luxuriant, nothing out of the ordinary.

The more this happened, the more frightened they became.

The man holding the sword had a stern face and was wary.

If he hadn't accidentally used his spiritual consciousness and discovered a figure that was so blurry that it was almost invisible in the grass, they still wouldn't have known that the three of them were being spied on!

The three of them, monks in the late stage of Qi refining, were actually watched by that man with his spiritual consciousness without realizing it!

The stronger the spiritual consciousness, the deeper the cultivation level, coupled with the good concealment and cunning...

When the man holding the sword thought of this, his back felt cold.

Mo Hua, who was hiding in the grass, knew that he had been discovered, so he slowly stood up.

The three of them saw a slight movement in the grass, and then a thin figure appeared.

There were strange branches growing on his head, and he was wearing what looked like a monk's robe, but it was soaked in large amounts of grass juice, and his face was gray and black, making it difficult to see his face.

The spiritual power is also relatively weak, no, it should be that the aura is deliberately concealed.

"Is it a human? Or a monster?"

The man holding the sword became more and more nervous, his heart felt chilly, and he didn't know whether to take action or not.

Then he saw the thing that didn't know whether it was a human or a monster, waved to him, and said in a clear and cheerful voice:

"Uncle Zhang, long time no see!"

The man holding the sword was stunned.

He recognized this voice, and recognized this figure...

"Ink... ink painting?!"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded happily.

Zhang Lan was stunned, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.