Asking about longevity

Yan Jiaoxi was a little shocked when he looked at the formation formed by the ink painting.

Mo Hua looked at Yan Jiaoxi and was equally shocked.

Yan Jiaoxi, who has a square face, deceives people without blinking an eye.

Not only did he lie and deceive Zhang Quan, he also covered for himself and dispelled Zhang Quan's concerns.

It is true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Mo Hua found that he had underestimated Yan Jiaoxi.

But will Yan Jiaoxi really help Zhang Quan spread the dust formation?

Mo Hua was a little curious.

If an array of dust manifestations was really set up in the zombie village, although he could still find a way to sneak in, it would take a lot of trouble.

Yan Jiaoxi prepared the "Chen Chen Formation" when he returned.

Mo Hua went back with him and understood immediately.

What Yan Jiaoxi prepared was not the Chenchen Formation at all, but a rather uncommon and not very useful one, the Five-Line Earth Formation.

When this formation is activated, there will be some dust, but there is no hidden effect at all.

It looks like it, but that's not the case at all.

Yan Jiaoxi relied on the fact that most of the monks in the zombie village were "formation blind", so he blatantly lied to them...

Mo Hua had a serious face and concluded in his mind:

Sure enough, we still need to read more, gain more knowledge, and learn more knowledge about Taoism.

If you lie to others so blatantly, no one will notice.

Otherwise, you will be taken as a fool and deceived without even realizing it.

Mo Hua was a little worried immediately.

It is risky for Yan Jiaoxi to do this.

Once discovered and Zhang Quan becomes suspicious and even holds a grudge, it will be difficult for Yan Jiaoxi to escape, and his life may be in danger.

Yan Jiaoxi took this risk to protect himself...

We must rescue Yan Jiaoxi as soon as possible, then destroy the zombie village, capture Zhang Quan, and steal his bell.

Mo Hua nodded, and then quietly left the zombie village without anyone noticing.

After leaving the zombie village, Mo Hua found Bai Zixi nearby.

Bai Zixi was hugging her knees, sitting under a stone, holding a branch in her delicate hands, drawing something on the ground. Occasionally she raised her head and glanced in the direction of the zombie village.

When Mo Hua approached invisible, Bai Zixi suddenly raised his head, looked at the empty place, and said in a gentle voice:

"Junior brother?"

The ink painting showed the figure, and he said doubtfully:

"Sister, can you see through my concealment technique?"

Bai Zixi shook his head, "I guessed.

Mo Hua obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't ask in detail. Instead, he turned his eyes and looked at the ground.

He remembered what the little senior sister had just drawn on the ground.

The ground is covered with a layer of soft soil.

What Bai Zixi just drew on it was a bunch of smiling little faces, one next to another, with eyes but no eyebrows, a mouth but no nose.

"Sister, what are you drawing?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Bai Zixi pointed at the ink painting, "You."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Me?"

"Yes." Bai Zixi nodded slightly and said, "Draw one every hour. Let's see how long you can make me wait."

Mo Hua was a little stunned. He was eavesdropping inside and it took a little longer without realizing it. He forgot that the young senior sister was still outside to answer him.

Then Mo Hua looked at the little face on the ground and whispered:

"I'm not that ugly either..."

Bai Zixi frowned slightly and said a little angrily:

"You think my painting is ugly?"

Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly, "Not ugly, not ugly."

Bai Zixi nodded with satisfaction and asked again:

"Have you asked everything?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and replied: "We have heard a few things, but they have been discovered. We can only find a way to strike first."

"OK."

Bai Zixi glanced at the ink painting, then erased all the little faces on the ground, and then said: "Let's go."

"Um."

Mo Hua nodded and looked at the ground before leaving.

There is a smiling face on the ground, with simple lines and natural brushwork, and the smile outlined at the corner of the mouth is innocent and simple.

Just looking at it makes people feel happy.

Mo Hua couldn't help but wonder, what was the young senior sister thinking about when she drew these little faces?

What expressions did she have when she drew these little faces?

Are they like these little faces, with smiles on their lips?

What does the little senior sister look like when she smiles?

Mo Hua was a little dazed.

"Junior brother?"

Bai Zixi turned around and saw Mo Hua standing still, so he shouted.

"oh."

Mo Hua came back to his senses, smiled with squinted eyes, used his skills, and followed immediately.

After leaving the zombie village, Mo Hua found Situ Fang.

Bai Zisheng had already told Situ Fang.

Situ Fang said: "I wrote a letter back to the family and informed Elder Jin about the matter. The family also agreed to destroy the zombie village..."

"The name of Daotingsi will be used for this matter, but the people actually called upon are the personnel of my Situ family."

Mo Hua nodded.

Daotingsi is worried about the manpower, and if they want to wipe out the zombie village, Daotingsi will definitely not have enough manpower.

But the Situ family...

Mo Hua asked again: "How many monks will the Situ family mobilize?"

"More than two hundred."

Mo Hua was slightly shocked, "So many?"

Nanyue City is just a small fairy city, and Situ Fang only came here to practice, but he was able to mobilize so many monks.

And this is not an ordinary monk, but a monk who is good at killing, can participate in annihilation, and is proficient in Taoism.

Situ Fang said: "I used my father's connections."

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Could it be possible that some troops have mobilized the masses..."

"There are more than two hundred monks, are you okay..." Situ Fang said.

"No," Mo Hua thought for a while and then said more straightforwardly:

"This matter is actually not good for the Situ family..."

Family traditions are also very different among families.

Some families are only interested in profit, exploiting and bullying others.

But there are also some families with upright family traditions, and the children in the family hate evil as much as hatred. Once the children in the family violate the ancestral precepts and do wrong, they will be severely punished.

What's worse, the family tree will be removed and the family will be expelled.

But even if the Situ family acted in an upright manner, it would be impossible for them to use so many manpower for such an irrelevant matter as the Nanyue City Walking Corpse Village.

Situ Fang hesitated and felt that there was no need to hide it, so he said to Mo Hua:

"It won't be of much benefit to the Situ family, but it will be of benefit to me."

There is something unclear about the ink painting.

Situ Fang explained:

"The status of a family disciple is not only based on cultivation and talent."

"The family disciple experience is actually a kind of assessment."

"Whoever performs well in the training, makes great contributions, and makes more achievements will be more valued, and his status in the clan will be higher in the future."

"This time it was my father who, for the sake of my future, used his connections and mobilized some family members."

"If we can make a contribution in wiping out the zombie village, the Situ family will skip the Daoting Division in Nanyue City and report directly to the Daoting."

Of course this is only part of the reason.

Situ Fang glanced at Mo Hua and the others.

His father's agreement was, to a certain extent, for the sake of Mo Hua and the others.

A promising formation master and two sons of a wealthy family, even if they don't deliberately win over each other, they still need to have a good relationship.

Thinking of this, Situ Fang felt a little ashamed and said:

"So I have selfish motives for this matter..."

Mo Hua nodded and understood, but didn't care. Instead, he said confidently:

"As long as you can destroy the zombie village, you have done something good and it is natural to get some benefits."

"Uncle Zhang Lan once told me that in this world, some people do bad things and gain benefits, but they are praised by others; some people do good things and get some benefits, but they are criticized by others..."

"This is definitely not right."

"People have selfish motives, so Sister Situ, there is no need for you to take this matter to heart."

Situ Fang was slightly startled when he heard this, and felt a little relieved, and then said in surprise:

"Zhang Lan also said such things to you?"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, trying to restore Zhang Lan's image:

"Uncle Zhang is not always idle, informal, and out of tune..."

Situ Fang hesitated.

Are you praising him or hurting him...

Then Situ Fang remembered something and frowned again:

"I just don't know how strong the zombie village is... I don't know if these two hundred monks from the Situ family can wipe it out."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit reluctant."

Situ Fang couldn't help but ask: "How do you know?"

"I went in and looked. I even counted how many coffins there were." Mo Hua said matter-of-factly.

Situ Fang was startled and hesitated to speak. After a while, he sighed helplessly:

"You are so brave."

His ability is really quite big.

You can even get into the village where corpses are cultivated to find out the details.

Situ Fang looked at the ink paintings at a young age, his eyes became more and more incredible.

Mo Hua didn't know what Situ Fang was thinking, but he clapped his fingers and counted the strength of the zombie village to Situ Fang:

"I figured it all out..."

"In the zombie village, there is only one foundation builder named Zhang Quan."

"But there are four or five iron corpses."

"These iron corpses are not as strong as the Foundation Builders, but their skin is as hard as iron. If they really fight, they will not be at a disadvantage."

"Besides, there are not many living people in the zombie village, only about two hundred."

"Some of them are robbers here. They bully the weak and fear the strong. They are easy to deal with."

"The rest are corpse cultivators..."

"The corpse cultivators who refine corpses have average cultivation and Taoist skills, just like Zhang Quan, but the tricky thing is that they can control corpses..."

"Once a corpse cultivator controls corpses, even if one person only controls two or three zombies, the strength of the zombie village will double or even triple, which will cause big trouble."

"In addition, there are formations in the village. These formations, although..."

Mo Hua wanted to say "not very clever", but then he thought that this formation was taught by strict teachers.

Yan Jiaoxi already has the strength of a first-grade formation master. In terms of ordinary second-grade states, this level of formation attainment is already quite impressive.

Mo Hua then changed his words and said: "Although... it is also very difficult. With the blessing of the formation, the entire stronghold will be easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we attack by force, there will definitely be many casualties..."

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The ink painting completely stripped away all the old people in the zombie village.

Situ Fang opened her mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

If she hadn't known Mo Hua, she would have almost thought that Mo Hua was the "owner" of the Walking Dead Village.

What on earth did this kid Mo Hua do?

Can you find out the zombie village so clearly?

But this must involve ink painting techniques or Taoist techniques. Situ Fang felt that it would be better not to ask.

For the sake of Mo Hua, the less people know about it, the safer it is, including yourself.

Then Situ Fang frowned again.

Based on this calculation, if you want to annihilate the zombie village, it will not only be "reluctant", but the chance of winning is probably extremely low.

Even adding the Nanyue City Tao Tingsi would not work.

And even if they win, I'm afraid it will be a tragic victory, and I don't know how many monks of the Situ family will be killed or injured.

Situ Fang couldn't bear it.

These monks were mobilized through his father's connections.

Although they are all qi refining monks, their lives during the qi refining stage are also lives.

In the future, it is possible for them to build a foundation, even cultivate a golden elixir, and become a help to the family.

If they were all buried here in the Walking Corpse Village...

Situ Fang frowned, and suddenly saw Mo Hua's relaxed expression, and said doubtfully:

"Is there anything else you can do?"

Mo Hua rolled his big eyes, smiled brilliantly, nodded and said, "Yes!"