Chapter 135 Encounter (Part 3)

Old Zhao was seriously injured and his breath was weak.

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

Mr. Feng saved his life.

But his life was saved, but he was still unconscious.

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.

He needs to be slowly adjusted, and he will wake up after his qi and blood are warmed up.

Fortunately, it was discovered early. If it was a little later, it would probably be too late to save him.

When he heard that the man was rescued by Mo Hua, Mr. Feng was stunned again, then smiled with relief, touched Mo Hua's head and said:

"You are a lucky child."

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed.

Zhao's wife fainted several times due to excessive worry. When she heard that her husband was unconscious but saved his life, her tense mind finally relaxed.

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

Be safe and long-lasting.

It was the most sincere blessing.

Liu Ruhua pulled her into the house to talk and comforted her softly. When she said goodbye and left, her expression was much better.

But Mo Hua was very concerned about one thing.

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

In Tongxian City, who would kill a monster hunter in the late stage of Qi Refining?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out.

Elder Yu had already asked someone to investigate, and there should be some clues. Even if they couldn't find any, when Uncle Zhao woke up, he would probably know the truth.

But these were the concerns of Elder Yu and others, and had nothing to do with Mo Hua.

He did what he should do.

He just hoped that Uncle Zhao would wake up soon and their family would be reunited.

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

He would spend an extra hour every day to meditate and refine spirit stones.

For cultivators, persistence is more important. If you practice every day without stopping, it will naturally come to fruition.

You don't have to practice for too long a day, just persist for an hour every day.

The extra hour Mo Hua spent was not very efficient, and the spiritual power he could refine was not much. But after all, the sixth level of Qi Refining was just a step away, and Mo Hua wanted to work hard to get through it as soon as possible.

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

Mo Hua took it seriously, burned incense and bathed, prepared spirit stones, and carefully concentrated his mind, waiting for a breakthrough.

Then he failed.

This threshold, he didn't get through...

Mo Hua's face turned black, and he entered the Great Black Mountain again with a storage bag.

He didn't care about such trivial matters as cultivation and breakthrough.

He should store more monster blood to practice formations.

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

In the past, he could meet many familiar people in the mountain in half a day, but now he could only see one or two after a day of wandering.

Mo Hua met a monster hunting team that he was not too familiar with, and he took their monster blood, treated them to beef, and asked them about it before he knew the whole story.

Old Zhao was being hunted by someone, and Elder Yu had some concerns. He sent people to investigate and asked everyone to go to Dahei Mountain less in the past few days, so there were fewer monster hunters in the mountain.

Mo Hua frowned. With fewer people, there were more monsters.

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

If he was hunted by monsters, there would be no one to help.

"Go down the mountain now?"

Mo Hua thought about it and shook his head. His spiritual awareness was very strong now, not weaker than that of ordinary cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining. If he encountered a monster, he would be able to find it early and would not be chased by it.

But it is necessary to be low-key.

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

In this way, the monsters could not smell his scent. From a distance, there were grass and branches, and his figure could not be distinguished.

As for the dirty clothes, his mother would help him wash them when he returned.

Mo Hua was relieved and continued to "patrol the mountain" according to the original plan.

Mo Hua held the compass and wandered until noon. He was hungry, so he lay in the grass and ate the beef made by his mother.

While eating, Mo Hua suddenly noticed some movement. He looked up through the grass and saw a few cultivators walking towards this side from a distance.

Judging from their clothes, they did not look like monster hunters.

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

His spiritual sense could sense that there were three people coming, two men and one woman, all of whom were in the late stage of Qi Refining. Their spiritual power was relatively obscure and difficult to spy on, and they seemed to be arguing about something.

Mo Hua pricked up his ears and listened curiously.

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

"Be patient... That man is extremely cunning..."

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

Who is it? It can't be Uncle Zhao...

Mo Hua held his breath and listened carefully.

The three of them were getting closer, and the voices were clearer. One of the voices sounded vaguely familiar to Mo Hua.

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

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

"This is the ability of you, the Dao Tingsi of Tongxian City, that you can't find anyone?" Another man said, his voice a little weird.

"That thief is quite familiar with the Great Black Mountain and is hiding in the mountain. We are looking for him like finding a needle in a haystack."

"We must find a needle in a haystack..."

"You are not local cultivators, so you don't understand that the Great Black Mountain is full of monsters and is extremely dangerous..."

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

"The ignorant are fearless..."

"Humph, I'm not like you, timid! Whether it's a monster or a thief in this mountain, I'll kill them all when I see one..."

The man walking in front suddenly stopped and sneered:

"Don't brag, you were spied on for a long time, but you didn't notice it?"

"What did you say?"

"What do you mean by spied on?"

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

"Don't hide, come out!"

The other two were stunned when they heard it, and then a look of horror flashed in their eyes. They all stepped back half a step and stood with their swords drawn, looking solemnly, looking in the direction where the man's sword pointed.

The rocks were rugged and the weeds were lush, without any abnormality.

The more so, the more frightened they were.

The man with the sword had a stern face and was on guard.

If he hadn't accidentally used his divine sense and found a vague figure in the bush that was almost unnoticeable, they would not have known that the three of them were being spied on!

The three cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining were spied on by that man with divine sense all the way without noticing it!

The stronger the spiritual consciousness, the deeper the cultivation, plus the good concealment, the cunning mind...

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

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

The three of them saw the bushes move slightly, and then a thin figure appeared.

There were strange branches on his head, and he was wearing a Taoist robe that looked like a monk, but it was stained with a large piece of grass juice, and his face was gray and black, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The spiritual power was also relatively weak, no, it should be deliberately concealed.

"Is it a human? Or a monster?"

The sword-wielding man looked more and more nervous, and felt a chill in his heart. He didn't know whether to take action.

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

"Uncle Zhang, long time no see!"

The sword-wielding man was stunned.

He recognized the voice and the figure...

"Mo...Mo Hua?!"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded happily.

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