Chapter 272 Asking for Directions

On the invisible road between the cliffs, Mo Hua walked carefully.

After a cup of tea, Mo Hua finally reached the other side.

After climbing up the opposite cliff, the moment his feet landed, the fog around him suddenly became heavier, and the miasma was so strong that it made people dizzy.

Mo Hua quickly took out two miasma pills and swallowed them, circulating his spiritual power and refining the medicinal power, and then he felt a little more comfortable.

Looking around, he found himself in a small forest, and there was no one around.

Except that the fog was heavier and the miasma was more poisonous, it was no different from the inner mountain.

"Where are those sinners? Are they not here?"

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

Mo Hua walked around carefully for a while and found that the sunlight was blocked by the fog, and the forest was hazy. He couldn't tell the direction and didn't know where he had walked.

The most important thing was that there was no trace of the cultivators.

Mo Hua sat on the ground, a little confused.

Did he guess wrong?

It shouldn't be...

Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly felt strange.

On the other side of the cliff, the sun was shining brightly, and the fog was not heavy at this time. But on this side of the deep mountain, there was a stone road between them. Why was the fog so deep?

The difference in sunlight on both sides was not big. Logically speaking, even if the fog was heavier, it would not be so thick.

Mo Hua released his spiritual sense and took a closer look, and suddenly frowned.

There was some spiritual power interweaving faintly in the fog, like lines, condensing around.

Ordinary cultivators might not be able to detect it, but Mo Hua could tell at a glance that this was the array pattern drawn by the array master!

Mo Hua suddenly realized.

The fog in the deep mountains was not so heavy. It was the array of the array master that made the fog in the deep mountains so thick that you couldn't see your fingers.

Mo Hua was refreshed. He followed the position of the array pattern and found a big tree. He took out a dagger and chiseled the bark.

The dry bark was chiseled open, and there was indeed a formation hidden inside.

The formation has nine patterns, and it is a first-class formation. The formation pattern is mainly based on water, with some changes in the brushwork and a somewhat unfamiliar form.

Mo Hua has never seen it before, but he guessed it should be a fog formation.

The function of the formation is to condense water vapor and make it float on the surface of the forest, forming a long-lasting fog.

Mo Hua felt it was novel, and seeing that there was no one around, he took out a pen and paper and copied the formation stroke by stroke.

Generally, it is best to learn the formation using a formation diagram.

There are detailed formation patterns on the formation diagram, including the order of strokes, the proportion of ink, the type of formation pattern, the structure of the formation hub, and other precautions.

It is relatively difficult to reversely deduce the painting method through the ready-made formation.

However, no matter how difficult it is, it is just an ordinary first-class formation. The formation pattern is a bit special, but it is also within the scope of the five elements formation, which is nothing to Mo Hua.

After drawing five or six times, Mo Hua mastered it and had a good idea in his mind.

The fog can deceive people, but the array is fixed and cannot deceive people, especially Mo Hua.

Not only in the bark, but also on the ground, rocks, and bushes around, this array is scattered.

According to the direction of the fog array, he can roughly infer the path in the fog.

With this thought, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly became clear.

He didn't need to care about the fog, as long as he used the fog array in the fog as a signpost, he would not get lost.

The array master who set up the fog array wanted to confuse the direction with the fog.

But the fog array he set up helped Mo Hua find the direction.

Mo Hua put away the paper and pen, released his spiritual sense, sensed the location of the fog array, and began to walk into the deep mountains.

After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly thought that if others could set up the array, he could do it too.

In his storage bag, there were some stone needles with the Si Nan Zi array drawn on them, which were not used up in the inner mountain, and they were just right to be set up along the road at this time.

If there is an unexpected situation, he can also know it in advance.

Everything is prepared, and nothing is prepared.

It is better to be prepared in advance than to be caught off guard when in danger.

Mo Hua walked along the direction of the fog array, and inserted the Si Nan stone needle in a hidden position.

As he walked, Mo Hua gradually became familiar with the road in the fog forest.

But after walking for a long time, he still didn't see any traces of the sin cultivators.

Mo Hua frowned. Did he neglect something? Or were these sin cultivators hiding deep enough?

Or should he go back first? Come back and see next time?

While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard footsteps.

Mo Hua was startled. Seeing that there were no rocks and grass around, and the grass was not deep, he could not hide. He took two steps at a time and walked vertically to a big tree beside him with the help of the Water Step.

Mo Hua lay on the branches of the big tree, and then he realized that he had performed the concealment technique. Ordinary Qi Refining cultivators could not see him, and his spiritual consciousness could not sense him.

But it is better to be safe than sorry. It is always right to be cautious.

What if it is a foundation-building cultivator?

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the outlines of two figures in the fog are also vaguely visible, mixed with some vague conversations.

"Brother... Is this the road? You didn't lie to me."

"Don't worry, it's right."

"This fog is too damn thick... I walked for a long time..."

"If the fog is not thick, won't we be discovered?"

"... Can we go in?"

"What? Don't believe me?"

...

When they got closer, they were two cultivators, one fat and one thin, both of whom were in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they were not in the foundation-building stage.

Even if a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage saw through his concealment technique, he would have a way to deal with it.

Moreover, a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage could not see through his concealment technique unless he had the foundation-building consciousness.

Mo Hua looked carefully again and found that the fog was hazy and he couldn't see their faces clearly. However, he saw that they were dressed in different clothes, one had a high-pitched voice, the other was carefree, and they acted a little sneaky. They must not be good people.

"Is it a sin cultivator?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up. If it was a sin cultivator, there would be a clue.

Even if you are not a sin cultivator in the mountains, you must know the way in the mountains.

The fat and thin monks walked side by side, Mo Hua stepped lightly onto the tree, and followed behind them on tiptoe.

The two of them walked and chatted all the way, unaware that they were being followed.

The fat and thin monks walked around in the foggy forest, looking at the map for a while, and pointing out the mountain roads for a while. After turning several mountain passes, they stopped in front of a big tree stump.

"Is this here?" the thin monk asked.

"Not bad." The fat monk nodded.

"What's next?"

"wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until midnight."

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but think of that sentence:

At midnight, I asked for directions.

Apparently, they were from out of town and wanted to join the sin cultivators in the mountains.

Mo Hua frowned, should he wait with them forever?

It was getting late, and he wanted to go back early.

But we've reached this point. If we don't follow them, the clues will be lost. If we look for them in the future, we probably won't have this chance.

"Wait, then……"

Mo Huabian also waited patiently.

It was almost noon, the fat and thin monks were bored with waiting, and felt hungry again, so they took out the dry food and started eating.

The thin man took a few mouthfuls and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's so dry and hard, it's like eating bird poop, it's so fucking painful!"

The fat monk glanced at him lightly and said, "It's good to have some to eat, otherwise you still want to go to Taoist prison and eat prison food?"

The thin monk said with a sneer: "I won't be able to eat more than a few meals in prison, so I guess I will have to eat decapitation meals."

The fat monk shook his head.

The thin monk suddenly said: "Brother, how many lives have you taken?"

The fat monk thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Only six."

The thin monk gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are great, I only have four."

After speaking, he started counting, "An old man over a hundred years old, a monk in his thirties, a female monk, and her child."

The fat monk was slightly surprised, "Do you count my child?"

"If you don't count, there are only three. I'm afraid of embarrassing you, brother."

"It doesn't matter." The fat monk patted him on the shoulder, "Follow me from now on, go into this deep mountain, eat well and drink hot food, have everything you want, and no one will look down on you."

The thin monk was overjoyed, "Then I'll rely on my big brother!"

The fat monk took out a package from his arms. Inside was a piece of dried meat and a jug of wine.

"I left this on purpose. We brothers met by fate and escaped from the hands of Daotingsi's lackeys. We traveled thousands of miles to reach this deep mountain. From now on, all the hardships will be rewarded. It's worth celebrating."

The thin monk's eyes lit up, "Brother is still thoughtful."

The two of them shared meat and wine. They were neither full nor full of wine, but they were satisfied.

After eating, the fat monk realized that the third watch at noon had arrived. He suddenly frowned, pointed to one side and said:

"There seems to be something at the tree stump."

The thin monk was slightly tipsy. Hearing this, he was confused and stood up to check.

The fat monk quietly walked up behind the thin monk, took advantage of his unpreparedness, and suddenly drew out his sword, stabbing him to the core.

While the thin monk was wondering, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a sword tip exposed on his chest. His heart had been pierced. Then the sword tip was withdrawn and blood spurted out.

He turned around slowly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The fat monk looked coldly and said, "Good brother, this meal of wine and meat is also a decapitation meal."

The thin monk's eyes were full of grief and anger, and he tried to struggle, but the fat monk grabbed his throat, pressed his backhand on the wooden stake, and cut off his head with a sword.

The head rolled down, blood splashed all over the floor, and the fat monk's clothes were also splashed red.

The fat monk didn't care.

"We are brothers. You drink my wine and eat my meat, and I lend you your head. It shouldn't be too much."

After speaking, he stepped forward, picked up the dead head, and threw it towards the dark mountain wall in the distance.

There was a sound of the head falling to the ground, and the mountain wall suddenly disappeared.

A bloody and gloomy mountain gate appeared, with three ancient characters on it:

Black cottage.

Thank you Dark Night Star Morning for the reward~

This book is not considered Gou Dao Wenha.

The protagonist will be more cautious in doing things, but he will not be cautious for the sake of caution.

If there is something that needs to be done, even if it is difficult or risky, the protagonist will work hard to do it.

There will be a recommendation in a few days, and there will be more updates then.

Finally, thank you for your support and wish you all a happy day~