Chapter 135 Encounter (third update)


    Lao Zhao was seriously injured and his breath was weak.


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


    Mr. Feng took action and saved his life.


    But my life has been saved and I haven''t woken up yet.


    According to Mr. Feng, he was killed by someone, and was chased from a long distance, exhausted his spiritual power and lost too much blood, so he fell into a coma and could not wake up.


    It is necessary to be conditioned slowly and you will wake up after the qi and blood are well nourished.


    Fortunately, I discovered it earlier, and it would be a little later, so I guess I would be unable to recover.


    After hearing that the person was discovered by Mo Hua and was rescued, Mr. Feng was stunned again, then smiled with relief, touched Mo Hua''s head and said:


    "You kid, you are so lucky."


    Ink painting is a little embarrassed.


    Lao Zhao''s wife fainted several times due to excessive worry. She heard that although her husband was in a coma, she saved her life. Her tense mind then relaxed.


    She took the time to thank Mo Hua and gave her several Taoist robes she made with her own hands, with two lines of small characters embroidered on the collar:


    Peace and peace, long-lasting.


    It is the most sincere blessing.


    Liu Ruhua pulled her to speak in the room and comforted her softly. When she said goodbye and left, her expression became much better.


    But there is one thing that I care about ink painting.


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


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


    I can’t figure it out.


    Elder Yu has asked someone to go to investigate, and there should be some clues. Even if it cannot be found out, when Uncle Zhao wakes up, he will probably know the truth.


    However, Elder Yu and the others are worried about these things, and they have nothing to do with ink paintings.


    He did everything he should do.


    I just hope that Uncle Zhao will wake up early and their family will be together.


    After that, Mo Hua spent more time practicing.


    One more hour a day will be spent on meditation and cultivation and refining spirit stones.


    The most important thing for monks to practice is to persist. They practice every day and accumulate over time, and naturally they will come naturally.


    You don’t have to practice for too long a day, just stick to it for an hour a day.


    The time when ink paintings are too much, the efficiency is actually not high, and the spiritual power that can be refined is not much. But after all, the sixth level of Qi refining is just one step away. Mo Hua wants to work hard and step over earlier.


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


    Ink paintings are serious about their work, burn incense and bathe, prepare spirit stones, concentrate carefully, and wait for a breakthrough.


    Then it failed.


    This threshold has not been passed...


    Mo Hua''s face turned black and she carried the storage bag and entered Daheishan again.


    If you practice and break through such things, let it go, he is too lazy to care about it.


    He should stock up on more demon blood and keep it for the formation.


    After the ink painting entered Dahei Mountain, I found that there were fewer demon hunters in the mountains.


    In the past, he could meet many acquaintances when he entered the mountain in half a day. Now, after walking around for a day, he can only see one or two.


    Mo Hua met a demon hunting team that was not too familiar. He rubbed their demon blood, invited them to eat beef, and inquired again before he found out the whole story.


    Old Zhao was chased and Elder Yu was a little worried and sent someone to investigate, and asked everyone to avoid going to Daheishan in the past few days, so there were fewer demon hunters in the mountains.


    Mo Hua frowned. There were fewer people, and there were more monsters than monsters.


    Then it would be a little dangerous if he stayed in the mountains.


    If you are chased by a monster, there is not even a person who can help.


    "Go down the mountain now?"


    Mo Hua thought about it and shook his head. His spiritual sense is already very strong now, not weaker than ordinary late-stage cultivators in Qi Refining. When he encounters a monster, he can discover it early and not be chased by the monsters.


    But you should be low-key, but you should still be low-key.


    Ink painting applied some grass juice on the clothes, a few branches were inserted on the head, and the face was dirty.


    In this way, the monster could not smell his scent. From a distance, there were grass and branches, and he could not tell his figure.


    As for the clothes that are dirty, my mother will help him wash them when she goes back.


    Mo Hua felt relieved and continued to "pave the mountains" according to the original plan.


    Mo Hua held the compass and swayed until noon. When she was hungry, she lay in the grass and ate the beef made by her mother. As he was eating, Mo Hua suddenly noticed something was going on. He looked up and looked through the crack of the grass and saw several monks walking towards him from afar.


    Looking through, it doesn’t look like a demon hunter.


    Mo Hua''s expression frightened, she lay down and secretly released her spiritual sense.


    There are three people who can sense the arrival of the spiritual consciousness, two men and one woman. Their cultivation is all in the late stage of Qi refining, and their spiritual power is relatively obscure and difficult to peek, and it seems that they are arguing about something.


    Ink painting pricked up his ears and listened curiously.


    "…I have been searching 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 to pieces..." This is the voice of a woman.


    Who are you talking about? It''s not Uncle Zhao...


    Mo Hua held her breath and listened carefully.


    The three of them were close to each other and their voices became clearer. There was a vague sound among them, and Mo Hua always felt familiar.


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


    "I won''t go back!" This is the woman''s voice.


    "This is the ability of your Tongxian City Daotingsi. You can''t find someone?" Another man said, his voice a little sarcastic.


    "The thief is quite familiar with Dahei Mountain and hides in the mountains. It is like looking for a needle in a haystack."


    "You have to take out the needle in a haystack..."


    "You are not local monks, and you don''t understand. The monsters in the Great Heishan Mountain are everywhere, and they are extremely dangerous..."


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


    "The ignorant is fearless..."


    "Hmph, I''m not you, I''m afraid! Whether it''s a monster or a thief in this mountain, I''ll kill each other..."


    The man walking in front suddenly stopped and sneered:


    "Stop bragging, I''ve been peeping for a long time but haven''t noticed it?"


    "What did you say?"


    “What peep?”


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


    "Stop hiding, come out!"


    The other two were both stunned when they heard this, and then a look of horror flashed in their eyes. They both stepped back and drew their swords, with a serious expression and looked at the point of the man''s sword.


    The rocks are rugged and the wild grass is lush, and there is no abnormality.


    The more this happens, the more shocked they are.


    The man holding the sword had a cold face and was wary.


    If he hadn''t used his spiritual sense by chance and found a vague figure in the grass, they wouldn''t know that they were being spyed on by others!


    The three cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining were unaware of it and were peeped all the way by that man with his spiritual sense!


    The stronger your spiritual sense, the deeper your cultivation. In addition, you are good at concealing and have a treacherous mind...


    The man holding the sword thought about this and his back felt cold.


    Huhua, hiding in the grass, knew that she had been discovered, so she stood up slowly.


    The three of them saw the grass 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 he was stained with large pieces of grass juice, and his face was gray and black, so he couldn''t see clearly.


    The spiritual power is also relatively weak, no, it should be because of deliberately concealing the breath.


    "Are you a human? Or a monster?"


    The man holding the sword looked even more nervous and felt chilled, not knowing whether to take action.


    Then he saw something that was not known to be a human or a monster, waved to him, and said with a crisp and cheerful voice:


    "Uncle Zhang, long time no see!"


    The man holding the sword was stunned.


    He heard this voice, and he recognized this figure...


    “Ink…ink painting?!”


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded happily.


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


    (This chapter ends)