"really?"

Mo Hua was speechless, "When did I lie to you?"

You lied to me a lot.

Gu Changhuai said heartily.

But now is not the time for gossip, so Gu Changhuai asked: "Where are you now?"

Ink painting: "I am in a small fishing village."

"A small fishing village by the Yanshui River?" Gu Changhuai frowned, "Why are you there?"

"It's a long story. I'll explain it in detail when we meet," Mo Hua said.

The summons was spoken too slowly.

Moreover, he still has to think carefully about what can be said and what cannot be said.

"Okay!" Gu Changhuai pondered for a moment and said: "I am still studying at the Daoting Division in Qianzhou. I can't get away for the time being. After I finish handling the matters at hand, I will go find you tomorrow morning."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

After the chat, Mo Hua put away the order and squatted on the big tree at the head of the village, meditating alone.

This matter is still too big and involves many forces.

It's okay to fish in troubled waters by yourself, but if you want to know everything, you still don't have the ability.

Even the old man who kept the water prison gate, Zhou Quanquan, was beyond his capabilities.

After much thought, I still had no choice but to ask Uncle Gu.

But there is a problem here.

Mo Hua himself trusted Uncle Gu very much.

Although he has a bad temper, looks stinky, sometimes speaks harshly, and is not gentle and considerate at all, he is indeed a good person.

But that may not be the case for the old man at Water Prison Gate.

He was extremely wary of the monks of Daotingsi. If he knew the identity of Uncle Gu, Daotingsi Diansi, he might not be willing to cooperate.

"Forget it, let's talk about it then..."

Ink painting of the heart.

Furthermore, the old man may not be a good person, and what he said may not be entirely true.

When the time comes, call Uncle Gu over. With Uncle Gu as the Jin Dan Dian Si, he might be able to ask more questions.

After that, Mo Hua began to meditate with his eyes closed, sinking his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, and seize the time to practice formations on the Taoist monument.

Now that he has nineteen lines of spiritual consciousness, he can learn more formations, so he must make full use of every minute and breath.

Only by learning more formations and honing your spiritual consciousness to the extreme will you be able to learn more formations for yourself in the future.

Until dawn, dawn breaks in the east.

Mo Hua opened his eyes, took a long breath, and stretched.

Then, taking advantage of the rising sun and the purple energy coming from the east, Mo Hua took out the spirit stone, practiced for a while, and then began to wait for Gu Changhuai.

In the small fishing village, the fishermen also got up one after another and started a hard day.

Mo Hua sat on the big tree and waited for a while. Feeling a little impatient for no reason, he wrote:

"Uncle Gu, when will you come over?"

There was no response from the other party.

After a while, Gu Changhuai replied, seemingly helpless: "The new Diansi is a bit tricky and I can't get away for the time being. I'll be there in two hours."

"Okay, remember to hire a bigger carriage." Mo Hua said.

"good."

From then on, Mo Hua could only wait patiently.

But as he waited, he suddenly realized a problem:

That old man from the water prison gate won't run away, will he?

We met by chance, no relatives, even though he told me so many past events, he might not really trust me.

"Got to see..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

He did not delay, but got up directly, followed the path Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi took last night, came to the barren mountain, climbed up the mountain wall lightly.

When we arrived in front of the cave, the dense killing formation was still there.

But when Mo Hua's consciousness swept away, he found that the cave was empty, with no human breath at all.

"People ran away..."

Mo Hua sighed.

But thinking about it, it’s not too surprising.

This old man from the Water Prison Sect has lost his family and is being hunted down. He is surrounded by enemies and cannot easily believe in himself.

It's just that his hall was darkened and he was facing a sign of death. If he ran away, his life would probably be lost.

"Want to chase?"

Mo Hua thought about it and decided to forget it.

Since he didn't believe in himself, he didn't bother to meddle in his own business and save him.

The fate of others must be respected.

Damn people are going to die.

Mo Hua wanted to leave immediately, but halfway there, he suddenly frowned.

"wrong……"

Mo Hua turned around, let go of his consciousness, glanced around, and couldn't help but stare, "Someone else has been here..."

There are traces of crushing on the weeds, which are the footprints of many people.

There is a mixed aura of spiritual power remaining nearby. The aura is very light and contains all five elements, but the cool water has more spiritual power.

This is the breath of man.

The spiritual consciousness of ink paintings is transformed into Taoism. After the spiritual thoughts are close to the gods, they are very sensitive to this kind of breath.

He walked to the cave.

Even though it was bright, it was still dark inside the cave.

Mo Hua hesitated for a while, but still did not walk in rashly. Instead, he took out a little tiger and let the little tiger explore the way. During this period, no murderous intention was triggered, and then he walked into the cave lightly.

The cave is narrow and the walls are dilapidated.

There are blood stains in the cave, as well as some broken spiritual weapons, empty pill bottles, blood-stained clothes, etc...

The old man has gone.

Judging from the traces, he left in a hurry, as if he sensed that someone was coming to kill him, so he had to leave early.

"The pursuer is here?"

The expression in the ink painting moves slightly, the eyes suddenly become deep, the pupils are dark, and lines of cause and effect appear at the same time.

After a while, he used the invisibility technique to hide his figure. After leaving the cave, he followed a direction and walked deeper into the mountain.

This mountain is a barren mountain, with only some weeds and trees, no monsters, and no other minerals.

The fishing cultivators nearby only make a living by fishing and rarely go to the mountains.

The deeper you go, the more desolate it becomes.

But precisely because of the desolation, people's spiritual power and karma are more vivid.

Mo Hua followed the Qi movement and walked towards the mountain. I don't know how long he walked when suddenly there was movement in front of him.

Mo Hua took a closer look and saw seven or eight monks besieging an old man.

That old man was none other than Yu Canghai from Water Prison Sect.

The other seven or eight people were dressed in different styles, but all had their faces covered. They had fierce murderous intentions, and their cultivation levels were between the late stage of foundation building and the peak of foundation building.

They did not fight head-on, but were using wheel battles to consume the old man at Water Prison Gate.

Yu Canghai, who was already seriously injured, was besieged by several people at this time. Under constant consumption, his face became as white as a sheet of paper.

Among the seven or eight monks, one of the leaders shouted:

"Old man, if you are about to die, why don't you surrender yourself early to avoid suffering unreasonable pain?"

Yu Canghai's breath was unsteady and his voice was trembling, but he still said angrily:
To be continued...