Asking about longevity

"I have issued an order. The disciples and elders in the sect are not allowed to have any contact with the Lu family for a month. We will make a decision based on what happens next..."

Head Zhao looked slightly solemn, and then glanced at Elder Su:

"Don't have too much contact with Lu Chengyun anymore. He's too scheming. You can't play with him..."

After Master Zhao finished speaking, he served tea to see off the guests.

Elder Su left the tea room and sighed slightly.

He had a good impression of Lu Chengyun before. They were both formation masters, and they got along very well. They drank tea together, talked about Taoism together, and even hung out together in Fengyue.

But he didn't expect that Lu Chengyun's gentle appearance hid such a dark city...

Sure enough, knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing hearts.

Elder Su sighed in his heart, and then thought of the ink painting again, feeling a little regretful.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have told Lu Chengyun all the information about Mo Hua, just to provoke Lu Chengyun's plan...

The more Elder Su thought about it, the more he regretted it. He couldn't help but look up at the mine, with a worried look on his face, and murmured:

"I wonder if Mr. Xiao Mo will be okay..."

"I wonder if we can have tea together again in the future..."

Elder Su sighed.

…

"Is everything going to be okay, little junior brother..."

Bai Zisheng sat under the big tree in the yard, frowning and a little worried.

"He hasn't been back for a long time. I've been so worried lately that I've lost my appetite."

Bai Zixi glanced at him helplessly:

"You think the food is unpalatable and you want him to come back to cook..."

Bai Zisheng said with a guilty conscience: "I am worried about his safety, cooking is only secondary!"

Bai Zixi glanced at him lightly and ignored him.

Bai Zisheng thought for a moment and then said:

"How about we rush in and rescue the junior brother?"

"There are not enough manpower." Bai Zixi shook his head.

"How many people are there now?" Bai Zisheng asked curiously.

Bai Zixi thought for a moment, blinked her beautiful eyes, and said:

"Not counting the Situ family and the Daoting, there are only five foundations and sixty Qi refinements."

Bai Zisheng was a little disappointed, "That's all...are they from our Bai family?"

"No, Aunt Xue Hua Lingshi hired her." Bai Zixi said.

"Where are our Bai family members?"

Bai Zixi glanced at him angrily, "There are no people from the Bai family. This is Lizhou. The Bai family is so far away and the time is so short. How can we make it in time?"

Bai Zisheng frowned and said:

"Then with such a small number of people, they are no match for the Lu family. How can we rescue Mo Hua?"

Bai Zixi's eyes were cold, and he thought briefly:

"There is no need to save him directly, as long as he takes action, the junior brother should be able to find a chance to escape by himself."

Bai Zisheng thought for a moment and nodded, "That's right."

This little junior brother of his is very clever, but also very bad-tempered. Although his cultivation level is a bit poor, he has many strange and bizarre methods.

He also knows the art of concealment, and he also knows how to pass through water.

He has extremely strong spiritual consciousness and is also proficient in formations.

Ordinary monks cannot detect him, and ordinary formations cannot stop him.

As long as there is a chance, he will definitely be able to sneak out...

Bai Zisheng breathed a sigh of relief and muttered:

"It should be fine..."

Bai Zixi nodded slightly and frowned slightly.

The smiling face painted in ink comes to mind.

She suddenly felt restless, and her fair and delicate little hands unconsciously fiddled with the little tiger in her hands.

…

In the bamboo room, the old man also said in a dull voice:

"There's not enough manpower."

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "Not enough."

The old man asked strangely: "Aren't you worried?"

"worry about what?"

The old man said with a dull voice:

"If we don't have enough manpower, how can we deal with the Lu family and resist the tide of corpses? You don't really expect that kid Mo Hua to solve this matter by himself."

Mr. Zhuang said: "That's impossible."

Mr. Zhuang raised his head, looked into the distance, and said slowly:

"Manpower sometimes runs out. Great achievements in this world are not the result of one person, and many things cannot be solved by one person..."

"Behind the heroes, there are many unknown people."

Mr. Zhuang looked emotional.

The old man frowned and said, "Say something useful."

Mr. Zhuang clicked his tongue and was speechless:

"Can't you wait until I finish saying these feelings?"

The old man said: "You have said it so many times that my ears have become calloused.

Mr. Zhuang was very disappointed and "criticized":

"Can't you learn from Mo Hua? When I told him these words, he listened very seriously!"

The old man said silently: "He is your disciple. He wants to give you face, but I don't need it."

"Okay." Mr. Zhuang sighed helplessly.

The old man looked blank, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Mr. Zhuang said bluntly this time:

"We don't have enough manpower. I'll just call some people to help."

The puppet boss showed an unexpected expression, "You shouted?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded.

The old man had a complicated look on his face and said silently: "You are alone, is there anyone who can help you?"

Mr. Zhuang was unhappy, "Why am I alone? I have three apprentices now!"

The old man ignored it and just frowned:

"Who do you ask for help?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled mysteriously.

He took out an ancient copper coin and gently threw it up. The coin rolled in the air, affecting the energy, and finally fell slowly, and fell into his white and slender palm.

The copper coin reverses and the heavenly secret changes.

A trace of vague Qi, pulling the cause and effect, ripples away.

The old man was startled, and then his eyes gradually became clear...

…

At the same time, west of the Xiaohuang state boundary.

In a remote fairy city, three monks were resting in an inn.

A skinny old man, a middle-aged monk, and a young man in white.

In front of them, simple wine and food were placed.

It's just that none of the three have any appetite.

The young man in white ate the unpalatable food in silence, the middle-aged monk drank wine to satisfy his hunger, and the skinny old man closed his eyes to recuperate.

After three rounds of drinking, the skinny old man suddenly opened his eyes.

His heart trembled, and he quickly took out the "Three Talents Easy to Count" copper coin, shook it for divination, and after one calculation, he looked shocked.

When the young man in white saw this, he was a little confused.

The middle-aged monk asked, "What's wrong?"

The skinny old man was a little distracted and murmured: "I actually... figured out the location of that person..."

The middle-aged monk got excited, crushed the wine glass, stared and asked:

"really?"

The skinny old man was still a little unbelievable, nodded and said:

"That's right! Three talents are easy to count copper coins...the hexagram is like this, there is nothing wrong with it."

"But..." The skinny old man was still a little confused and murmured:

"How could I figure it out? How could I figure it out? How did I figure it out...I...I don't have this ability..."

The middle-aged monk said matter-of-factly:

"A wise man will make a mistake after a thousand days of thinking. We have been thieves for a thousand days, and he has been guarding against thieves for a thousand days. No matter how careful we are, there will always be oversights, and the trick will be exposed. If you figure it out once, it is normal..."

The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed, "We must seize this opportunity!"

He threw two spirit stones on the table, then stood up immediately, "Without any further delay, let's set off now."

The skinny old man nodded, but still had some self-doubt.

As for the young man in white, his spirits perked up, and his eyes showed longing as he thought about the people he was about to meet.

The three of them immediately got on the road, following the guidance of the hexagrams and heading east of the border of Xiaohuang State.

Within a few days, the three of them arrived in front of Nanyue City.

The middle-aged monk asked: "Is this here?"

The skinny old man nodded, "That's what the hexagram says."

The middle-aged monk was silent for a moment and asked, "How do you say it?"

The skinny old man thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the city first and see the situation."

"Won't you alert the enemy?" The middle-aged monk was a little worried.

The skinny old man sneered, "What are you thinking about? When you thought about coming here, that person might have already known it. We are just trying our luck here to see if there are any clues and to see if that person wants to Meet us…”

The middle-aged monk looked stunned and couldn't help but muttered:

"Is it so mysterious?"

The skinny old man shook his head, with an expression that said, "A summer insect cannot speak of ice." Then he looked at the young man in white and warned:

"Young master, remember what I told you. You can take a look, but talk less and do less. The cause and effect here is too big for us to afford."

The boy in white looked slightly stern and nodded.

The three of them entered Nanyue City, settled at the inn, and did some research.

After inquiring, the three of them got together again, all looking a little confused.

"Why are there so many acquaintances?"

"The Xie family in Kunzhou, the Tu family in Lizhou, the Yuan family in Qianzhou..."

"Yindao Sect, Guijianmen, Wanzhen Mountain..."

"Have they all figured it out?" The middle-aged monk frowned.

The skinny old man thought for a moment and suddenly said:

"It turns out that it wasn't me who figured it out, it was everyone who figured it out, or maybe it was that person who made us all figure it out..."

The skinny old man suddenly felt much more at ease.

Tianji calculates this kind of thing. He is not afraid of your failure, but afraid of accidents.

Skills can't be calculated at best, so it's no big deal.

I'm just afraid that something unexpected will happen.

Things that could be calculated in the past suddenly cannot be calculated; or things that cannot be calculated in the past are suddenly calculated by you.

Then the trouble may be big...

Either someone interferes with the secret, or something unexpected happens.

The skinny old man knew his own weight. Seeing that everyone was here at this time, everyone had figured it out, which meant that his level was still the same as before. There was no change, so he had to feel at ease.

The skinny old man finally felt relieved.

Then he had some doubts:

"The human dragon has never seen its head and tail, but suddenly revealed this trace and attracted everyone here. What is the reason?"

Not only was the skinny old man confused, but all the monks gathered in Nanyue City also had this doubt.

But everyone searched for a long time and still found nothing.

The skinny old man didn't understand, so he let go of his consciousness and scanned Nanyue City.

There is nothing in Nanyue City.

He looked at the mines outside the city again.

Still found nothing.

"impossible……"

The skinny old man didn't give up. He put out three copper coins and did a calculation. As expected, he found something fishy.

The old man pondered for a moment, then used the magic technique, his eyes filled with blue light, stripped away the outer appearance, and glanced at the mine outside the city.

This glance made him look pale, frightened, and lost his voice:

"Zombie energy rising to the sky!"

"How many fucking zombies are there?!"