Asking about longevity

Amidst the sounds of pain from the evil cultivator, Zhang Lan and the others looked at Mo Hua with even more complicated expressions.

Mo Hua put Zhang Lan's sword on the ground and wiped it, but the blood was still there and had not been wiped off.

Zhang Lan sighed, reluctantly took the sword and returned it directly to the scabbard.

"Okay, it's done now, you can go back."

Then Mo Hua led the way, and Zhang Lan and the other three took turns dragging the evil cultivator down the mountain road.

As for whether the evil cult will be killed, they don't bother to care.

If you don't die, your fortune will be great. If you die, you deserve it.

On the way, Situ Fang couldn't help but praise:

"Mo Hua, your body skills are so powerful!"

She was watching from the side just now and broke out in a cold sweat.

When I saw that Mo Hua could escape from the evil cultivator every time, I felt relieved and admired.

Mo Hua felt happy in his heart, but he still said modestly:

"Nowhere, just so-so."

"Who taught you this?" Situ Fang asked.

Zhang Lan coughed a few times.

Mo Hua glanced at him and said sternly: "I was taught by an unknown, kind-hearted uncle who was passing by..."

Situ Fang wondered: "There are still such people?"

She thought for a moment, then secretly said to Zhang Lan: "I looked at it, why does it look so like the passing of your Zhang family?"

Zhang Lan choked and coughed a few more times. After a while, he recovered and said urgently:

"You don't want to taint someone's innocence. What are you talking about? Where is the resemblance?"

Situ Fang nodded, "It does seem a bit different, your Zhang family's passing skills are not that great either.

Zhang Lan was dissatisfied again, "How come our Zhang family's fleeting steps are no longer so powerful? This is..."

Situ Fang looked at him.

Zhang Lan spoke weakly and said:

"It's...a little bit more powerful than our Zhang family's passing water step."

Zhang Lan was also confused.

The Zhang family has two sets of movements, the Falling Flower Step and the Floating Water Step.

He majored in the Falling Flower Step, but he also knew the Flowing Water Step. He had also seen other monks from the Zhang family who specialized in the Flowing Water Step use it, but none of them used it so well in Mo Hua...

So effortless, so confusing, and a little bit tricky...

"How did I teach him?"

Zhang Lan frowned, unable to remember, and muttered in his heart:

"What I taught him was the passing step, right? It should be right..."

Zhang Lan was confused in his thoughts, while Mo Hua heard a faint "Thank you."

He turned his head and saw Situ Xiu's eyes flickering, but with a stubborn look on his face.

I obviously wanted to say thank you, but I felt embarrassed, so my voice was similar to the sound of a mosquito.

He was confident and arrogant when he went up the mountain. He had been injured and bled several times, but now he looked much calmer.

Mo Hua nodded, somewhat pleased.

Sure enough, young people who experience setbacks will grow.

But he forgot that he was even younger now, not even a teenager.

A few people were walking along the mountain road, and Zhang Lan was still struggling with the matter of passing by.

He thought about the scene in his mind of Mo Hua just now and the evil cultivator dealing with each other over and over again.

Carefully compare the passing water steps in the ink painting with the differences in the passing water steps in his impression.

The basic footwork is the same, but the changes in each line are more nuanced, and some movements are more concise, eliminating unnecessary movements. It seems that they have learned something from others...

Why? It's obviously the same action, but the look and feel is completely different.

Zhang Lan thought for a while and suddenly realized, "Is it spiritual consciousness..."

Because his spiritual consciousness is strong enough, he can control his spiritual power to the smallest detail, and his body skills are more erratic, detailed, and changeable.

The monks of the Zhang family are not good at formations and their spiritual consciousness is not strong, so they have not learned the essence of this movement method, so they feel that this movement method is a bit mediocre.

"It's over!" Zhang Lan felt cold.

When he taught the body technique to ink painting, he thought that ink painting was just a simple matter to learn and he would not be very good at it.

Even if you use it, others will take one look and forget about it.

How well can a child who is born weak be able to learn body skills?

But I didn't expect that not only did I learn ink painting well now, but it was also ridiculously good, even better than the disciples of the Zhang family...

If ink painting becomes famous in the future, when others see it, they will say:

"This is the Zhang family's passing step, and it's better than the Zhang family's!"

Where should the Zhang family put their face?

Zhang Lan unintentionally added to the family's dark history.

Zhang Lan's scalp felt numb.

It would be fine if he was punished, but if he brought shame to the family, it would not be as simple as kneeling in the ancestral hall or being imprisoned.

Zhang Lan took advantage of the two Situ's not paying attention, quietly pulled Mo Hua's sleeve, and said solemnly:

"Never mind! Never mind! Never say it was me who taught you!"

Mo Hua also had a serious face, patting his chest and promising:

"Don't worry, I won't turn you in!"

Zhang Lan nodded, and when he thought about it, he realized something was wrong.

What does it mean to confess...it makes him look like a criminal accomplice...

Everyone walked halfway and stopped on a hillside to rest for a while.

Mo Hua took out the beef and shared it with everyone.

The evil cultivator won't give it to him. He's not worthy of eating what his mother made.

Zhang Lan ate the beef, which was spicy and delicious, and couldn't help but sigh:

"The beef in Mojia's house is really good. It's soft and chewy. The stewing heat is really well controlled..."

Then Zhang Lan was stunned and suddenly remembered that Mo Hua seemed to have used a fireball technique just now?

The power is average, but the speed of the shot seems a bit fast...

At least it's much faster than his spell.

Zhang Lan looked at the ink painting meaningfully.

He originally thought that because Mo Hua's spiritual power was not strong, he would not be proficient in magic, but now it seems that it is hard to say...

The combination of the Water Step and the fast and accurate fireball technique made Zhang Lan find it difficult even if he thought about it.

After eating, several people continued on their way.

Before evening, we arrived at the foot of Dahei Mountain.

Mo Hua remembered something. He walked up to Xie Xiu and saw that he was awake, so he asked:

"A few days ago, were you chasing a monster hunter in the mountains?"

The evil cultivator snorted coldly and did not answer.

"I'm asking you something."

Xie Xiu glanced at Mo Hua contemptuously.

Mo Hua lost his temper and turned around to pull out the sword from Zhang Lan's waist.

Zhang Lan was startled and stopped him quickly, "What are you doing?"

Mo Hua said: "He talks so hard, I'll break one of his legs again!"

Situ Fang persuaded in a low voice: "It's almost done, you've already cut him off."

Mo Hua said: "Only one has been broken, but there are still two more!"

Situ Fang wondered: "You are dead, so his life is probably gone."

Mo Hua said regretfully: "Then we can only blame him for his bad fate."

Upon hearing this, the evil cultivator immediately said:

"What are you asking, I'll tell you!"

Mo Hua was stunned.

Why is this evil cultivator suddenly so easy to talk to?

Evil cultivators will have their eyelids twitching.

He is not afraid of death.

He can be killed by his enemies, be harvested and die, be convicted by Dao Tingsi, and die by death penalty.

No matter what method the monk used to kill him, it actually didn't matter to him.

However, he must not die in the hands of a teenage boy!

He couldn't bear the humiliation of being killed by a brat who was only at the fifth level of Qi refining!

"Then tell me." Mo Hua said.

"I'm not the one chasing him."

"Then what?"

"No more."

Mo Hua said slowly: "You said you weren't the one chasing him. That means you were not the one chasing him. You saw someone chasing him."

The evil cultivator remained silent.

Mo Hua wanted to draw his sword again, but Xie Xiu had no choice but to say:

"There are several monks who are chasing him."

"What about your appearance?"

"You can't see his appearance clearly, but he is wearing a silver-white Taoist robe."

Mo Hua's eyes condensed, silvery white...