Chapter 141 Inquiry (Fourth Update)

Amid the pain of the evil cultivator, Zhang Lan and the other two looked at Mo Hua with more complicated eyes.

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

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

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

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

As for whether the evil cultivator would be killed, they didn't bother to care.

If he didn't die, it was a good fortune, and if he died, it was also his due.

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

"Mo Hua, your body movement is amazing!"

She was watching from the side just now, and she was also scared and sweating.

When she saw that Mo Hua could escape from the evil cultivator every time, she felt relieved and couldn't help but admire him.

Mo Hua was very happy, but he said modestly:

"No, it's just so-so."

"Who taught you?" Situ Fang asked.

Zhang Lan coughed a few times.

Mo Hua glanced at him and said seriously: "A passing, unknown, kind-hearted uncle taught me..."

Situ Fang wondered: "Is there such a person?"

She thought for a while, and then secretly said to Zhang Lan: "I see, why is it so similar to your Zhang family's Shi Shui Bu?"

Zhang Lan choked directly, coughed a few more times, and recovered after a long while, and said anxiously:

"Don't slander others' innocence, what Shi Shui Bu? How is it similar?"

Situ Fang nodded, "It seems that it is indeed a little different. Your Zhang family's Shi Shui Bu is not that powerful.

Zhang Lan was dissatisfied again, "Why is our Zhang family's Shi Shui Bu not so powerful? This is..."

Situ Fang looked at him.

Zhang Lan's tone weakened, and he said:

"It is... a little more powerful than our Zhang family's Shi Shui Bu. "

Zhang Lan was also confused.

The Zhang family has two sets of body movements, Falling Flowers and Passing Water, one set of Falling Flowers Step, and one set of Passing Water Step.

He mainly practices Falling Flowers Step, but he also knows Passing Water Step. He has also seen other cultivators in the Zhang family who specialize in Passing Water Step use it, but none of them use it as well as Mo Hua...

so skillful, so confusing, and a little tricky and weird...

"How did I teach him at that time?"

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

"Did I teach him Passing Water Step, right? That should be right..."

Zhang Lan was confused, and Mo Hua heard a faint mosquito-like "Thank you. "

He turned his head and saw Situ Xiu's eyes flickering, but his face was stubborn.

He wanted to say thank you, but he felt embarrassed, so his voice was almost as loud as 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, feeling a little relieved.

Sure enough, the boy who had experienced setbacks, will grow up.

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

As the group walked along the mountain road, Zhang Lan was still struggling with the issue of the Water Step.

He thought over and over again about the scene in his mind where Mo Hua was dealing with the evil cultivator.

He carefully compared Mo Hua's Water Step with the difference in his impression of the Water Step.

The basic steps are the same, but the changes in each line and movement are more subtle, and some movements are more concise, omitting unnecessary movements. It seems that he has learned something from others...

Why? They are obviously similar movements, but the perception is completely different.

Zhang Lan thought about it and suddenly realized, "Is it the spiritual consciousness..."

Because the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the spiritual power is controlled in detail, and the body movements are more erratic and subtle, with many changes.

The cultivators 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 body movement, and therefore they feel that this body movement is a bit mediocre.

"It's over! "Zhang Lan felt cold in his heart.

When he taught Mo Hua the body movement, he thought that Mo Hua would just learn it simply and it would not be very good.

Even if he used it, others would forget it after just one look.

How good could a child with congenital weakness learn the body movement?

But he did not expect that Mo Hua would not only learn it well, but also be a little outrageous, even better than the Zhang family disciples...

If Mo Hua becomes famous in the future, others will say:

"This is the Zhang family's Shi Shui Bu, and it is better than the Zhang family!"

Where would the Zhang family's face be?

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

Zhang Lan's scalp numbed.

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 and being put in solitary confinement.

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

"Don't say it was taught by me! Don't say it was taught by me! "

Mo Hua also looked serious and patted his chest to assure:

"Don't worry, I won't give you away!"

Zhang Lan nodded, then came to his senses and realized something was wrong.

What do you mean by giving you away... He sounded like an accomplice to a crime...

The group walked halfway and stopped on a small hill to rest for a while.

Mo Hua took out beef and shared it with everyone.

The evil cultivator didn't give it to him, as he didn't deserve to eat what his mother cooked.

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

"The beef in Mo Hua's house is really good, soft and chewy, and the control of the heat of stewing is really perfect..."

Then Zhang Lan was stunned, and suddenly remembered that Mo Hua seemed to have used a fireball spell 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 tricky even just thinking about it.

After eating, they 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."

When the evil cultivator heard this, he 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 you."

"Then what?"

"No more."

Mo Hua said slowly: "You said you were not the one chasing him. That means the person you were chasing was not you. 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 narrowed, silvery white...