After passing through the deep mountains, there are hundreds of miles away from Qingzhou City.
When you arrive in Qingzhou City, you will step into the Ganxuezhou area with half your foot.
The academic field is very popular and safer.
After that, based on the map, you can find the Gandao Sect and hold the order to enter the sect and worship it.
"Go to the sect..."
Mo Hua looked expectant.
Along the way, he was in a relaxed mood, brisk pace, and followed Boss Jiang and the others without any warning.
Eat and drink freely.
At night, I stayed in a dilapidated temple and house in the mountains and fields. I slept with my fill and wrapped myself in my small blanket, and slept peacefully.
Boss Jiang and his friends were on fire.
One of them looked at Mo Hua and sneered: "This kid is so big-hearted, like a fool, and he doesn't know anything..."
Boss Jiang glanced at him sternly, "Please keep your mouth alive!"
The man was scolded and lowered his head, but he still muttered: "This little fool can't hear it..."
Someone next to him shook his head, "This kid looks smart, but he is not very smart..."
"What's your scruples? You're so big, you're like this, maybe you're not as good as him..."
"If he is really conscientious, how can he be?"
"Okay!" Boss Jiang frowned.
Everyone shut up.
There was silence around, and the bonfire was burning.
The mountain breeze was cold at night, and everyone silently surrounded the fire and drank to drive away the cold.
Someone was watching from the outside, and his spiritual sense was constantly scanning, guarding against all the troubles.
By the middle of the night, it became quieter.
Mo Hua slept even harder, occasionally squeezing her mouth, not knowing what she was eating in her dream.
A big man looked at Mo Hua and said to Mr. Jiang:
"It's okay if this kid is stupid. He will not attract doubts along the way."
Boss Jiang nodded slightly.
The man thought about it and a layer of doubt appeared on his face, "Boss, can we make a smooth assignment?"
Boss Jiang also frowned, pressing his voice down, "We are the only one left, and if we fail, we will succeed..."
The big man said: "But we..."
Boss Jiang glanced at the ink painting from the beginning. Seeing that the ink painting was sleeping soundly, he said:
"It's dark under the light..."
"This time, the strongest team, the eight late-stage foundation building, with evil weapons and magical skills, were seen by the Dao Tingsi, and all were killed, and no one left."
"The remaining teams were either caught by the Gu family or wanted to be hunted by Daotingsi..."
"Now Daotingsi is chasing him too tightly, and he may even die..."
The big man said angrily: "Damn Dao Tingsi!"
Then he was puzzled again, "Daotingsi's group of wine bags are so difficult this time?"
Boss Jiang glanced at him, "How can you get a real 'wine bag' if you can get into Daotingsi? It's just that there is no benefit and you don't want to take action..."
"Once there is a stake in the world and there is a lot of money, they will be real 'hawks'..."
"This transaction is of great importance. Daotingsi is not only related to interests, but also oily and fat, so he will do his best..."
The big man whispered: "We are not opponents of Daotingsi and the Gu family in the early stage of foundation building..."
Boss Jiang looked at him coldly, "I am the early stage of the Jindan, and I am not their opponent."
The big man was speechless.
Boss Jiang sighed, "So, we chose the second-rank state boundary and walked this way..."
"It's okay, we are just in the early stage of foundation building. If our cultivation level is higher, it will be eye-catching. I'm afraid we will be exposed halfway and will be slaughtered by Dao Tingsi or Gu family..."
The man was still scared.
Practicing Taoism really depends on your fate.
Sometimes, the higher the cultivation level, the better, the higher the cultivation level, the faster the death may be...
"Boss, can we really... deliver this trip?"
Boss Jiang said in a deep voice: "Mr. Tu has done it. As long as you listen to him, although you will be shocked along the way, there will be no danger..."
The three words "Mr. Tu" seem to be very heavy.
The big man felt a little relieved.
Boss Jiang said again: "After this transaction, you will earn a lot of spiritual stones. At that time, brothers will buy some elixirs and spiritual objects and practice in seclusion. You can at least improve one or two realms."
"When the limelight passes, we will return to our old business..."
When the big man heard this, his eyes lit up and just smiled:
"So many spirit stones, it's too hard to practice in seclusion..."
Boss Jiang saw his thoughts at a glance, kicked him and cursed: "Stop visiting the kilns, something unpromising..."
The man laughed apologetically, disagreed, glanced at the Mohua again and asked:
"What about this guy? I sold it together?"
Boss Jiang nodded, "I've thought about it. There are several joints outside Qingzhou City. When you get there, you can make a profit as much as you can..."
...
As the two chatted, the night was too dark and their tiredness became stronger, so they closed their eyes and rested.
In the sea of ​​consciousness, while practicing formations, eavesdropping on the ink paintings of the "story", he frowned.
“Several batches…”
"Mr. Tu..."
“Buy and sell…”
It seems that there are more than a group of these human traffickers, and they are probably still a big group.
Even the demon cultivators inside...
I just don’t know if the teams of demon cultivators I met on my way were also engaged in the “trafficking monks” business.
And "Mr. Tu"...
Who is this Mr. Tu?
Is there any danger if you "calculate"?
How to calculate it?
He can also use Tianji to deduce the calculation method? Or is there any treasure like Tianji Lock?
Ink painting was a little confused and said:
"What should I do next?"
"Catch all this group of 'human traffickers' who trafficked monks in one go?"
Mo Hua shook her head.
I am just in the early stage of building a foundation, so how can I have this ability...
Moreover, this is Qianzhou, not the second-grade Daheishan Prefecture, with high-level monks everywhere.
I have no power, no background, and no acquaintances, and no one will give me a guarantee.
Not qualified to deal with this kind of thing.
"Forget it, protect yourself first..."
When we were about to arrive in Qingzhou City, we found an opportunity to sneak away.
The most urgent task is to join the sect.
This is the main thing, and you cannot waste time on other things.
At most, after arriving in Qingzhou City, I reported to Daotingsi. After that, Daotingsi was worried about what happened later. He could not take care of so much as a foundation-building cultivator...
But the "Mr. Tu" who can calculate and calculate can be paid attention to later...
Mo Hua remembered the three words "Mr. Tu", and then continued to practice the formation on the Taoist stele.
When I woke up the next day, Mo Hua continued to rush along with everyone.
I traveled for a few more days and was less than a hundred miles away from Qingzhou City.
Mo Hua felt it was time to leave.
The world is big, and the beginning is big.
I don't have time to play with them.
But when he walked to a forest and was taking a rest for a while, Boss Jiang suddenly took out an iron bracelet and handed it to Mo Hua, and said coldly:
“Bring it with you.”
Mo Hua was stunned, "What is this?"
"Don't worry, just bring it with you."
Boss Jiang's tone was indifferent.
The other monks also looked at the ink painting and smiled gloomyly.
Mo Hua said "fear": "I...I won't bring..."
A big man sneered: "You can't help..."
"Aren't you... going to take me to find my master?"
Mo Hua said stutteringly, and quietly let go of his spiritual sense, preparing to find a corner, take advantage of his unpreparedness, slip away with the passing steps, and then use the hidden technique to mix into the grass.
The first-grade concealment technique has a slightly worse effect.
But I was small and confused by the grass, and it was enough to get rid of these people.
These human traffickers don’t know the thoughts of Mo Hua.
Boss Jiang smiled gently, but looked hypocritical and smiled without any smile:
"If you bring this bracelet, we will take you to find your master..."
"Really?"
Mo Hua looked simple, but she was already secretly lucky, and her heels floated slightly.
What else did Boss Jiang want to say, suddenly a big man in the crowd sneered:
"Look for the master?"
"Little fool!"
"Whoever is so idle that he will take you to find your master who doesn't know where he died..."
The surroundings were quiet for a while.
The expression on Mo Hua's face gradually faded away, her eyes were slightly cold, and a trace of dark shadow appeared in her eyes.
However, these changes were only a moment, and disappeared in a flash, and no one noticed them.
Boss Jiang's eyes looked like a sword and suddenly looked at the big man.
The big man shut up in disappointment.
Boss Jiang looked at Mo Hua and said gently:
"Little brother, they are unrestrained, don't mind..."
"We are going to take you to see your master."
"This bracelet is a spiritual weapon, which not only protects you but also prevents you from getting lost. We can't find you, so you can bring it with you... It's for your own good..."
Boss Jiang's tone was gentle, but his eyes were cold and he could not be refused.
Mo Hua thought for a while and nodded, "Okay!"
Mo Hua took the bracelet and wore it on her white and tender wrist.
Boss Jiang was relieved. Looking at the ink painting, it was like looking at a lamb.
"Let's go..."
Boss Jiang led the way, and everyone laughed sinisterly and followed him forward.
Mo Hua walked behind and looked at everyone silently, as if he was watching a group of dead people.
...
The ink paintings that followed were peaceful and peaceful.
Boss Jiang was a little strange, but thinking that he had brought the iron bracelets, the young monk couldn't make any sense, so he didn't care much about it.
I traveled for more than a hundred miles and arrived at a restaurant in the evening.
This place is only a few dozen miles away from Qingzhou City.
This restaurant is open in the wild, with wooden eaves of thatched huts and are quite spacious, but there are no diners to eat.
There was a fat shop in the restaurant and a thin waiter. When he saw Boss Jiang and others, his eyes were fixed and he asked with a smile:
"What do you eat?"
Boss Jiang said in a deep voice: "Don't eat."
The shop owner said: "Why accommodation?"
Mr. Jiang said: "Can you live in someone here?"
The store owner breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:
"Old people can't live, small ones."
Boss Jiang nodded, "Then you can't stop, just add some wine and meat."
The shop owner said: "Okay!"
The conversation between the two was a bit strange.
Mo Hua thought about it and realized that these people belonged to the same group.
This store is also a human trafficker, disguised himself as a lurking here, connecting with monks like Boss Jiang and other monks, and selling young monks like himself.
Everyone sat down at the restaurant.
The store served the food and food, then toasted Boss Jiang and asked in a low voice:
"Is it done?"
Boss Jiang nodded.
The shop owner glanced at the ink painting and frowned:
"It's him? Is he at the wrong age..."
Boss Jiang shook his head, "No, this is a cheap one that I picked up along the way. How could he let him follow him..."
“…Don’t worry, everything is right…”
The store owner then felt relieved, "That's good..."
Boss Jiang asked again: "When will people come?"
"After an hour..."
"Where are the Gu family members?"
"Go out of the city..."
"Daotingsi..."
"Someone stares at it, within a radius of 10 or 20 miles, there are no lackeys..."
Boss Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Okay!"
The others also looked much more relaxed.
They were sleeping all the way, worried. Now that the deal is finally over, they can earn enough spirit stones and live a good life for a few years, or even more than ten years.
The store served wine and meat.
Everyone was hungry all the way and couldn't help but eat, but they drank relatively restrainedly.
At the last moment, obviously I don’t want to miss things.
The ink painting was also divided into a small bowl of spiritual flesh, and he ate it while thinking.
"One hour..."
"Who is coming?"
"If it is a golden elixir, I probably won't be able to escape. If the foundation is built, it will be more troublesome once there are more people..."
"It seems like I'll make plans early..."
Mo Hua ate a bite of the meat, then threw the bowl, frowned and said, "It's so unpalatable..."
The other monks looked over and looked bad.
"Boy, what are you quarrel?"
Mo Hua said: "The meat is too bad and it is too bad to cook, it is not as delicious as I have..."
The fat shop owner was furious, "What nonsense, this is my ancestral craft!"
Mo Hua said disdainfully: "Then your ancestors are not very good..."
"you……"
The fat shop owner was so angry that his face turned red. Boss Jiang held him down and signaled him to be calm, "What are you concerned about with a child..."
At this time, it is better to have less than more things.
Boss Jiang looked at the Mo Hua and said, "If you don't like it, just do it yourself."
Anyway, it was the last meal, so it was nothing to let the child follow his wishes and eat something delicious.
Boss Jiang said silently in his heart.
Mo Hua said happily: "Okay!" Then he got up and went to the kitchen.
Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting silently.
The kitchen is in the restaurant, closed everywhere, and the ink paintings are also equipped with iron bracelets, which cannot be escaped horizontally and vertically, not to mention that there are more than a dozen people staring at them.
However, in order to avoid a problem, Boss Jiang still ate meat and drank wine while releasing a trace of spiritual consciousness, paying attention to the movements in the kitchen.
The ink painting is really stewing meat.
The ingredients in this restaurant are actually all spiritual meat, with fewer categories, but the meat quality is good.
Obviously, these people are doing unethical activities, but they live a life of eating and drinking delicious food.
Spiritual flesh is very expensive. Mo Hua doesn’t eat much on weekdays and can’t bear to eat it, but now there is no need to be polite...
Mo Hua picked some good meat and put it in the pot to cook it. Then he followed the recipe that his mother taught him, controlled the heat, put the spices, stewed out the taste of the meat, and blended it with the spices...
The mysterious sight of Boss Jiang also noticed it.
However, it would be strange if his spiritual sense of strength could be kept in mind.
After adjusting the ink painting, reduce the heat and simmer slowly.
Then, several bottles of spiritual ink were taken out from the "Nuzi Ring".
His storage bag was "confiscated" by Boss Jiang, saying that it was temporarily kept for him.
I don't care about ink paintings either.
He put all the key things in the "subborne ring" given to him by his master. This is not visible to others and is very safe.
Now, he has to remove the iron bracelet on his wrist first.
The ink painting took out the spiritual ink, then pointed it at the fingertips, used his spiritual sense to control the ink, condensed the array pattern on the bracelet, and untied the iron bracelet locked in his hand.
This iron bracelet has the effect of suppressing spirits and tracking.
Daotingsi also has similar spiritual weapons, which are used to lock sins and practice.
This iron bracelet is troublesome, there is a formation on it.
But that's good, the formation drawn on it.
For ink painting, as long as it is a problem with formation, it is not a problem.
That's why he honestly wore this iron bracelet.
"I want to use this formation to trap me, I'm a little bit "showing off"..."
Mo Hua hummed softly in her heart.
The formation on the iron bracelet is solved and the effect is lost.
After that, the business is...
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright, and there was a phantom, and her pupils were pitch black. A strange "Tao Robe" was also covered with a layer of strange "Tao Robe".
His spiritual consciousness poured out like a tide.
The spiritual ink also floated up from the bottle, condensed into lines, fell into the ground, melted into the soil, like thin silk, or blood snake, secretly winding, crawling layer by layer to layer outside...
It was getting late and the twilight was dim.
Everyone didn't know that there was something terrible, winding on the ground, like a spider weaving a web, connecting layer by layer, and forming step by step...
...
The flesh is delicate and the cooking time is not long.
Soon, the meat was cooked.
He served it in a bowl with a big face and held it outside, and he was alone, eating meat and drinking soup, and eating it happily.
The others looked at him silently.
I was surprised that this little kid really knows how to cook, but also was a little surprised that the dishes made by this little kid seem to smell good.
But none of them disturbed the ink painting.
It seems that no matter how good the ink painting is, it is a bowl of "dead rice".
The child who sold it doesn’t know who the buyer is and what he bought it for...
Either it is used for raising, or it is used for enslavement, or it is used for alchemy, talisman, or weapon refining...
It’s hard to say whether it’s life or death.
So it is no problem to say that it is "dead-headed rice".
Mo Hua finished eating a large bowl of meat, her belly was full, and after drinking the soup, her body was warm.
He poured a glass of wine from the table, held it in his hands, walked to Boss Jiang and toasted Boss Jiang.
Boss Jiang was a little surprised.
Mo Hua held the wine bowl and said seriously:
"Along the way, thank you for your care. I would like to greet you all and give it to you!"
Ink painting picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one go.
Boss Jiang laughed, but sneered in his heart. However, he still picked up the wine bowl, but after drinking it halfway, he suddenly realized that Mo Hua said something wrong...
Send you guys to the road?
What road to go?
Boss Jiang was stunned.
However, Mo Hua took advantage of the fact that he toasted and attracted everyone's attention, he quietly shattered a bag of spirit stones and activated the formation with his divine thoughts.
The spiritual power fluctuations spread.
Boss Jiang knew something was wrong, his eyes were sharp and he looked at Mo Hua suddenly.
He stretched out his big hand and wanted to grab Mo Hua, but Mo Hua's body was suddenly wrapped in a cloud of water mist, invisible and erratic.
When Boss Jiang grabbed it, he seemed to have grabbed a cloud of water mist, and it was hazy and empty.
When I looked at it again, the Mo Hua had already floated away and stood in the corner.
The graceful body is like a stunning geese, and the body is like a passing water, both real and illusory.
"What kind of body technique is this?!"
Boss Jiang was frightened and wanted to chase him again. Suddenly, he glanced at him and his eyes twitched.
At some point on the ground, dense, profound bright red patterns suddenly appeared. The dusk color set off, and the redness was dazzling. The spiritual power flowed between them, like flowing magma, wrapping them all in it!
"Killing formation?!!"
Boss Jiang's heart trembled and his eyes were horrified.
Questions about updates...
Although it is updated every day, the number of words is actually similar to that of two updates a day.
Because I don't want to be out of context, I don't know what to do.
When I write a long article later, I will become more tired and more anxious as I write it. So I can only adjust slowly and not write it too hard, making myself numb.
The prerequisite for updating the rhythm is that I can ensure that I complete the book according to the outline.
Limited energy, cannot be overdrawn.
When my mentality is good and I will add more to my writing.
Some book friends think that writing slowly, and I feel sad, but it is really not easy to write...
If I really feel it is too slow, I can only bear the pain with tears in my eyes and advise everyone to raise it first~
Very sorry (ashamed).
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Chapter completed!