Chapter 733 Report

"Dare you steal my pig?"

Mo Hua's voice was crisp and clear, with a touch of disdain.

Brother Duanjinmen knelt in front of him, feeling humiliated.

He had been blasted by formations, struck by swords and axes, and was poisoned. Now his body was covered in bruises.

But after all, it was the late stage of foundation building, and the foundation was not weak. Although the injury was serious, it was not fatal.

Moreover, his bones are pretty hard, so he cursed to himself:

"A bunch of little beasts!"

When Cheng Mo heard this, he slapped him with a big slap.

Brother Duanjinmen's mouth was bloody, his eyes were filled with hatred, his mouth was still hard, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Today, I fell into the hands of you little bastards. I admit defeat! But I will definitely get this debt back. Just wait."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

Are the bones so hard?

He asked doubtfully: "Aren't you afraid that we will kill you?"

Brother Duanjinmen sneered, "You don't dare to kill me."

Mo Hua was slightly startled and thought about it in his mind.

really……

I really can't kill him.

It would be fine if he was a sin cultivator, an evil cultivator, or a demon cultivator. But this man is a member of the Golden Gate, a disciple of one of the twelve sects in the Qianxue Prefecture. He has not committed any serious mistake prohibited by the Taoist law. I really want to kill him. Well, Duanjinmen will definitely raise an army to hold him accountable.

Daotingsi will not sit idly by and ignore it.

What's more, this is still in Demon Refining Mountain.

Although there are many monsters and monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain and the environment is dangerous, it is not an illegal place.

Mo Hua pondered silently.

When Brother Duanjinmen saw this, he became even more determined that Mo Hua did not dare to kill him, and his expression became more and more fearless.

"Kid, let me advise you, it's best not to offend me in breaking the Golden Gate. You have no idea how powerful I am in breaking the Golden Gate!"

Mo Hua curled his lips with disdain on his face.

What do the people kneeling on the ground look like?

"If Broken Golden Gate were really powerful, you wouldn't kneel in front of me now."

Brother Jinmen's chest tightened, his face twitched, and then he still had an unruly look on his face, with a dark sneer.

Cheng Mo couldn't stand his stinky look, so he said:

"Little senior brother, do you really not want to kill him?"

Mo Hua asked: "Do you want to kill him?"

Cheng Mo shook his head.

He just asked.

Although he is reckless, he is not stupid.

If he really kills him, he will be in big trouble, and it will be difficult to deal with Duanjinmen, Taixumen, Daotingsi, and even the Cheng family.

Just teach him a lesson.

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Strip him naked, hang him on a tree, and then draw a turtle bastard on him."

Brother Duanjinmen was startled, and then his expression changed drastically.

Such humiliation is worse than killing him!

"You little bastard, how dare you?!" Brother Duanjinmen said angrily.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and decided to tell him through actions whether he dared or not.

"Tie him up, hang him up, and draw a turtle."

"okay!"

Cheng Mo was not polite, and immediately took action, peeling off Senior Brother Jinmen's Taoist robe, tied him up with a spirit-binding rope, and prepared to hang him from the tree.

Brother Duanjinmen was furious, but was unable to resist, so he could only let the tall Cheng Mo do whatever he wanted. He was filled with shame and anger, and said bitterly:

"I won't let you go!"

"I will make you repay this humiliation a hundredfold!"

Mo Hua said kindly: "Then be careful next time. If you are so useless again and fall into our hands, I will make you kneel a hundred times, and then I will draw a hundred turtles on you."

Senior Brother Duanjinmen's eyes turned red, "You were despicable and attacked secretly, otherwise I would never have..."

Mo Hua was a little speechless, "You think this is just playing house, and are you still 'despicable and shameless'? Such a grown-up person, so childish, has practiced Taoism like a dog..."

"When you eat, you only grow a head, not a brain?"

"Furthermore, in terms of despicability, we can't compare to you in breaking the Golden Gate..."

"Relying on the power of numbers and being shameless, this is a monster that seduces the disciples of one generation."

"Let's just rob him. He was robbed by others. He was robbed by others. He couldn't be beaten. Now he was beaten to his knees..."

"It's okay to kneel down, but you were stripped naked, hung from a tree, and had turtles painted on your body..."

Mo Hua sighed, "I admit, I overestimate your disciples of Duanjinmen."

"Thanks to all the means I prepared, you are not even as good as the pig I killed before..."

Brother Duanjinmen immediately became furious and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hao Xuan reminded: "Don't say it again, little senior brother, he will be angry to death if you say it again."

Don't let the swords, guns, axes and sticks kill him by then, but just say a few words and make him angry to death.

When Daotingsi investigated, we couldn't explain it clearly.

"oh."

Mo Hua glanced at Senior Brother Duan Jinmen who was hanging on the tree, his face was pale, his chest was tight and he was short of breath. He could only see the air coming in but not the air coming out, and then he stopped talking.

But the ink painting still adhered to his promise, dipped his pen in spiritual ink, and drew a turtle on his chest.

This turtle is painted very realistically.

I am very satisfied with the ink painting.

Brother Duanjinmen rolled his eyes and fainted from anger.

"Is he dead?" Situ Jian asked.

Mo Hua sensed his breath and said, "Fortunately, he's not dead."

"It's good that you're not dead."

"Pack it up, you can leave."

"good!"

Then a few people started to search the storage bags like a storm, but halfway through the search, they suddenly realized a problem:

"Is the storage bag off limits?"

"Seems to be……"

Situ Jian muttered: "If you beat Duan Jinmen's disciple, Duan Jinmen is stingy. Although there will be resentment, it's nothing."

"But if you take their storage bags, you are robbing the monks, and it won't sound good if you tell them."

"Furthermore, if they still have the inheritance of Golden Gate hidden in their storage bags, such as the Golden Sword Control Technique or something like that, if we take their storage bags, they will definitely be relied upon by Golden Gate..."

"If Duanjinmen becomes shameless and insists that we steal their Sword Art of Suppression, it will not be easy..."

Several people discussed.

"Yes, yes!"

The guilty Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

Because he did steal Jinmen's Zhenpai Sword Technique.

The jade slip of the Broken Gold Sword Control Technique is now lying in his Nazi Ring...

Don't let "Xiaoqimen" know.

Mo Hua said: "We are all decent people. We don't do anything to rob our homes. We just take back what we deserve."

"I won't offend anyone unless they offend me."

"If anyone offends me, then he will strip off his clothes, hang them on a tree and draw a turtle!"

Cheng Mo and others nodded, "Senior Brother is right!"

After that, several people collected all the materials of the pig-headed demon into their bags, but all the storage bags belonging to the Jinmen disciples were returned to their original owners.

After packing up, Mo Hua and the others left the Demon Refining Mountain before the night was dark.

As for whether the disciples of Duanjinmen will be eaten by monsters in the future.

I don’t care about this ink painting.

Anyway, he did not kill the person, and they deserved to be eaten by the monster.

However, Mo Hua still had good intentions and gave each of them a healing elixir before leaving to prevent them from dying.

After Mo Hua left, after a while, the medicine began to dissipate, and the injuries of Duanjinmen's disciples improved, and they all gradually woke up.

Then they saw that the "wise and mighty" senior brother they had always admired so much was stripped naked and hung on a tree, with a turtle painted on his chest, looking like a clown.

All the disciples were stunned.

"Brother, you..."

Senior Brother Duanjinmen also woke up and said angrily: "Why don't you put me down quickly?!"

All the disciples immediately rushed to put the senior brother down.

"Brother, who did it?"

"Senior brother, I felt a headache, my eyes went dark, and I fainted. I didn't see anything..."

"I just feel that there are many figures. Are you surrounded by many people?"

Someone said with a solemn expression: "Even Senior Brother Jin is no match for him. After being humiliated like this, I'm afraid there will be more than one late-stage foundation-building monk on the other side..."

"Senior Brother Jin..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Senior Brother Duanjinmen surnamed Jin said angrily.

The words of these disciples pierced his chest one after another.

He felt humiliated and resentful, his chest was tight, and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

The night is already dark, the mountains and forests are desolate, and there are occasional monsters roaring.

The atmosphere in the mountains is becoming increasingly dangerous.

"Let's go back first. This debt must be recovered!"

Brother Duanjinmen’s eyes are full of evil.

The other disciples did not dare to speak and supported each other as they walked down the mountain.

After they all left, Xun Ziyou slowly walked out of the shadows on the dark hillside and sighed slowly.

It wasn't his turn to take action.

A senior fellow from Duanjinmen who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment and brought seven disciples who were in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment were treated like this.

Although the method was a bit harsh, it was still measured and he didn't really kill anyone.

But where did this child learn these methods?

She obviously looks fair and clean, well-behaved and smart, but how does she act? She looks so wilted and bad, full of bad water...

Xun Ziyou shook his head, and then thought to himself:

"But that's fine. I don't have the temperament to be bullied. If I'm really bullied, I can get back on my feet without the help of the sect elders..."

This is extremely valuable.

Do things in a square and round way, with principles and by “justifying the means”; with rules and regulations, but without tying yourself up…

Xunzi felt sad and a little lost.

"Senior Brother Xuan was extremely talented and upright back then, but maybe it was because he was too upright that he was easily overcome..."

"Maybe it would be better if he wasn't so upright..."

…

Mo Hua and his group just returned to the sect.

The next day, Mo Hua was just like a normal person, practicing and attending classes as usual.

Xun Ziyou glanced at Mo Hua secretly and saw that his expression was as usual, as if nothing happened last night...

He has never killed a mid-level second-grade pig demon.

He was not robbed by Jinmen Duan.

Not to mention robbing the Golden Gate, severely injuring one of their seniors who was in the late stage of foundation building, stripping off his clothes, hanging him on a tree, and painting a turtle...

Xun Ziyou was a little helpless.

This kid has too much heart.

I'm afraid he really killed those few disciples from Jinmen last night, but today he can come to class without changing his expression.

With such determination, he must be someone who does great things.

It means that you don’t know whether the great deeds you do are good or evil, between good and evil.

Xun Ziyou shook his head.

He turned around and left, heading straight to the Elder's Residence to visit Mr. Xun.

He always has to report these experiences.

But when they arrived at the Elder's Residence, Xun Ziyou unexpectedly found that Mr. Xun was stunned on the spot, holding a jade slip in his hand.

It seemed that he had discovered something surprising. Mr. Xun's expression was trembling and his hands were trembling.

Xun Ziyou rarely saw his ancestor's expression.

The ancestor has a long lifespan and a stern temperament, and his emotions and anger are not always expressed in his emotions. He is rarely like this now, with a look of shock on his entire face.

Something big must have happened...

Xun Ziyou didn't dare to go in, for fear of offending his ancestor, so he stuck the door like a wooden stake.

But inside the house, Mr. Xun was holding the jade slip, feeling as if he was in a state of turmoil.

The disciple sent to investigate the experience of ink painting came back today and just presented the jade slip.

In the jade slips, every word is shocking:

Tongxian City, ink painting.

It is said that when he was refining Qi, he was the master of building a first-grade five-element demon-slaying array, which killed the great demon Feng Xi and saved a city of monks.

Afterwards, the formation collapsed and perished together with the great demon Feng Xi.

According to rumors, when the formation collapsed, the nine heavens suddenly changed, and the heavenly calamity thunder descended on him, hovering over his head three times before returning, without hurting him at all...

…

There is a master whose origin is unknown.

He once traveled abroad and built a foundation when he returned.

Now he goes to Qianzhou to study alone.

All his achievements are engraved on the demon-suppressing stele, and monks from hundreds of miles around are praising his name...

Mr. Xun took a deep breath.

In the Qi Refining Realm, set up a large formation, kill the big monster, and avoid the catastrophic thunder!

These things are like fantasy, sounding like fairy anecdotes and monks' legends made up by storytellers, which are not trustworthy at all.

They have no idea what level of formation the great formation is.

I don’t even know what it means to build a large formation during the Qi refining period.

And the big demon...

That was the result of the evil transformation of the Great Dao, and it was a terrifying evil that dominated only one state.

It is even more nonsense to say that the calamity thunder can land without being injured.

The origin of the Tribulation Thunder comes from the Dao of Heaven, and contains the power of laws to obliterate everything.

Within the law, gods and ghosts can kill, and evildoers can also kill, let alone a mere monk in the Qi refining period.

These words, in the eyes of a powerful monk who has real experience in monasticism and understands the ins and outs of the Tao, seem very absurd.

However, the protagonist of these things...

It's ink painting.

Mr. Xun's heart trembled.

Mo Hua, this kid, has extraordinary spiritual awareness, and he knows it.

If your spiritual consciousness is super high, then theoretically speaking, it is possible to reach the Qi Refining realm and rely on your powerful spiritual consciousness to learn and build a large formation...

If you can build a large formation, you can fight against the big demon.

It is also possible for the great formation to collapse and die together with the great demon.

And the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder obliterates everything within the rules.

But transcendent spiritual consciousness means that it is outside the rules.

so……

It is not impossible for him to be unscathed by the thunderbolt.

So when you think about it, these ridiculous rumors... are actually reasonable?

Mr. Xun's pupils trembled slightly.

He suddenly realized that he had inferred a "fact" from his lifelong monastic knowledge that was obviously not in line with his monastic knowledge, but seemed to be reasonable?

For a moment, Mr. Xun was a little unbelievable.

He read the jade slip again, word for word.

Every time I read a word, my eyelids twitched.

After that, he noticed a line of words:

"There is a master whose origin is unknown..."

What kind of "master" can there be who can teach such a disciple?

Mr. Xun suddenly had a guess that made his scalp numb:

Could this mysterious "master" with unknown origins, identity, and mystery be just...

A figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Dressed in white, her face is extremely handsome. Between her brows, there is one part free and easy, three parts arrogant, three parts unruly, and one part natural and natural immortal aura.

A name that was deeply ingrained in my mind but almost never mentioned to anyone resurfaced:

Zhuang Daoling!

Mr. Xun took a breath of cold air and his heart trembled slightly.

Ink painting...

Are you that person's disciple? !

Mr. Xun felt cold sweat break out on his back.

It's not like he hasn't guessed this before.

Not long after Mo Hua entered the door, he felt something vaguely.

Although the appearance of the two is obviously different, the temperament is also very different. One is unruly and the other is delicate and cute. They are obviously different.

But that kind of transparent understanding, understanding of the essence of the formation, and affinity for the great road are almost the same.

A casual cultivator in a small fairy city will never have this natural temperament of harmony between heaven and man if no one guides him.

But...how is this possible?

Mr. Xun frowned.

That man's vision was surprisingly high, and his disciples were all extremely talented people. How could he accept such a young monk with a middle-to-low-grade spiritual root as his disciple?

Moreover, after this period of contact, Mr. Xun can be sure that this child does not know the Immortal Formation.

This doesn’t make sense…

This child has learned very well in terms of his understanding of battle tactics and his understanding of "Tao".

These are no ordinary pointers.

Being able to put in the effort to teach these things proves that the person wants to impart all his skills to this child.

But why, the most important Immortal Formation Style, is not taught at all?

If you don’t learn the Immortal Formation Style, you won’t enter the Immortal Formation Way.

How do you calculate that you have obtained the true inheritance of immortality?

Is it not too late yet...

Mr. Xun's pale brows furrowed, and then he sighed deeply.

In any case, if Mo Hua is really that person's disciple, this is really a huge cause and effect...

Mr. Xun was in a heavy mood for a moment, even slightly palpitating.

It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he was slightly startled and found a "wooden pile" stuck at the door.

"come in."

Mr. Xun calmed down and said calmly.

Xun Ziyou outside the door saw that the old ancestor had calmed down and there was no more oppressive atmosphere around him. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the house respectfully.

The Taoist boy came up to serve tea.

Xun Ziyou drank a sip of tea a little stiffly, then spoke in a low voice: "Old ancestor, you..."

He wanted to ask if something had happened to cause the old ancestor's mood to change so drastically...

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them tactfully.

Trouble comes from the mouth, the less you say, the less mistakes you make.

Mr. Xun was a little unhappy, "If you have something to say, just say it. You are all elders, and you are still nagging..."

Xun Ziyou felt bitter, so he whispered: "It's about Mo Hua..."

Who knew that when these two words came out, Mr. Xun's expression suddenly changed, and the powerful aura of the Cave Void Realm was revealed around him.

Xun Ziyou's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said:

"Grandmaster..."

Mr. Xun was slightly startled, then he restrained his breath and asked calmly:

"What happened to Mo Hua?"

Xun Ziyou sighed: "Nothing, just the matter you asked me to look after him. This child's methods are a little... unusual?"

Mr. Xun frowned slightly.

Xun Ziyou then told him everything he saw in the Demon Refining Mountain.

"The formation is very well drawn, and he has prestige among his fellow disciples..."

"Last night, he brought four fellow disciples to kill a second-grade intermediate pig demon. The formation used seems to be a special formation of "amplifying spiritual power". I have never seen it..."

"Later, there was a conflict with the disciples of Duanjinmen."

"Duanjinmen, a group of eight people, and one of them is in the late stage of foundation building, but they are no match at all."

"And his method of setting up the formation is also a bit incredible. It seems that he uses thoughts as a pen and the earth as a medium..."

Mr. Xun was stunned.

The formation to increase spiritual power, the method of drawing a formation on the ground...

These incredible methods are very similar to that person's handwriting.

With all these, Mr. Xun can now almost be sure that Mo Hua must be a disciple of Zhuang Daoling!

Mr. Xun was a little stunned for a moment, still unbelievable in his heart, and at the same time deeply puzzled.

Why did that person's disciple fall into my Taixu Sect?

Why not Qiandao Sect?

Xun Ziyou didn't know what Mr. Xun was thinking, and asked his own doubts:

"I have never seen these formations and the means of setting up the formation. Could it be that... you, the ancestor, taught him?"

Mr. Xun frowned and was about to deny it, but suddenly his mind changed.

Mr. Xun's eyes moved slightly, glanced at Xun Ziyou, and said meaningfully:

"Don't mention this matter to anyone."

He didn't say yes, nor did he say no.

But Xun Ziyou understood and thought he understood.

These formations and methods were indeed taught privately by the ancestor.

This kind of thing really can't be known to others, so as not to make people think that the ancestor is partial.

Although everyone knows that the ancestor is partial.

Xun Ziyou nodded and said, "Ancestor, don't worry, I will keep it a secret!"

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

"It's just..." Xun Ziyou was still a little confused, "Ancestral, do you know these things yourself?"

Whether it is the spiritual power amplification array or the spiritual consciousness array method, he has never seen the ancestor use it.

If the ancestor doesn't know, how can he teach?

Mr. Xun glanced at Xun Ziyou silently.

Xun Ziyou's heart tightened, and he immediately smiled and said, "The ancestor is knowledgeable and proficient in everything. I am short-sighted..."

Mr. Xun heard this and had no expression on his face.

Xun Ziyou was looked at by Mr. Xun, and felt like sitting on pins and needles for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Xun waved his hand and said, "Go and do your own thing."

Xun Ziyou was as if he had been pardoned, and immediately said:

"Then I will not disturb the ancestor, I will take my leave."

After that, Xun Ziyou did not want to stay for a moment, and immediately got up and left.

In the elders' residence, only Mr. Xun was sitting alone.

Mr. Xun was still thinking, and his expression changed several times.

If that person was really involved, then the secrets here would be unfathomable.

The water is too deep, and the cause and effect involved are too great...

Mr. Xun frowned, and then he was startled, his eyes gradually deepened.

Or, there is another possibility:

It is this "chance", which is too terrifying...

Thank you for inviting you to eat melons, --Le-Mo-Ling--, and Huang Xiaolou's rewards~

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