Chapter 141 Inquiry (Fourth update)
Amid the pain of the evil cultivator, Zhang Lan and the other two looked at Mo Hua even more complicated.
Mo Hua put Zhang Lan''s sword on the ground and wiped it, but the blood was still there and it was not wiped off.
Zhang Lan sighed, but had no choice but to take the sword and return it directly to the scabbard.
"Okay, it''s over now, you can go back."
Then the ink painting led the way, while Zhang Lan and the other two took turns to drag the evil cultivator down the mountain road.
As for whether the evil cultivators will be beaten to death, they are too lazy to care.
Fortune-telling is great if you can’t die, and you deserve it if you can’t die.
Situ Fang on the road couldn''t help but praise:
"Mo Hua, your body skills are so powerful!"
She was watching from the side just now, and she was scared and sweated.
I felt relieved when I saw that Mo Hua could avoid it from the evil cultivator every time, and I couldn''t help but feel amazed.
Mo Hua felt happy in her heart, but she still said modestly:
"Where, that''s normal."
"Who taught you?" Situ Fang asked.
Zhang Lan coughed a few times.
Mo Hua looked at him and said sternly: "A passing, unknown, kind-hearted uncle taught me..."
Situ Fang was puzzled: "There are still such people?"
She thought for a while and then secretly said to Zhang Lan: "I look at it, why is it so similar to the way your Zhang family is?"
Zhang Lan choked directly, coughed a few more times, and then recovered for a while, and said anxiously:
"Don''t you be tainted and innocent. What''s the way to go? Where are you like?"
Situ Fang nodded, "It seems that it is a bit different. The way you Zhang family is not very powerful."
Zhang Lan was dissatisfied again, "Why is the passing steps of our Zhang family not so powerful? This is..."
Situ Fang looked at him.
Zhang Lan''s tone became weaker and said:
"It''s... a little bit better than the passing steps of our Zhang family."
Zhang Lan was also confused.
The Zhang family has two sets of body movements: falling flowers and falling water, one set of falling flowers and the other set of moving water steps.
He majored in the fallen flower step, but he could also do it. He has also seen other monks in the Zhang family who specialize in the practice of the fallen water step, but none of them are used as such ink painting...
So ease, so confusing, and a little tricky and weird...
"How did I teach him?"
Zhang Lan frowned, couldn''t remember it anymore, and muttered in his heart:
"What I taught him was Shuibu, right? It should be right..."
Zhang Lan was confused while Mo Hua heard a soft mosquito and flies, "Thank you."
He turned his head and saw Situ Xiu''s eyes flashing, but his face was stubborn.
I obviously wanted to thank me, but I felt embarrassed, so my voice was similar to a mosquito.
When he went up the mountain, he was confident and arrogant. He had suffered several injuries and bleeding several times. At this time, he looked much more calm.
Mo Hua nodded, feeling a little relieved.
Sure enough, a teenager who has experienced setbacks will grow up.
But he forgot that he is younger now and can''t even be a teenager.
Several people walked along the mountain road, and Zhang Lan was still struggling with the passing things.
He thought about the scene where Mo Hua had just dealt with the evil cultivator in his mind over and over again.
Cleanly compare the steps of the ink painting, which is different from the steps of the ink painting in his impression.
The basic footwork is the same, but the changes in each action are more meticulous, and some movements are more concise, eliminating unnecessary movements. It seems that I have learned something from others...
Why? It’s obviously the same action, but the impression is completely different.
Zhang Lan thought about it and suddenly realized, "Is it a spiritual consciousness..."
Because the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the spiritual power is controlled in a subtle way, and the body movements are more erratic and detailed, and change a lot.
The monks of the Zhang family are not good at formations and have weak spiritual consciousness, so they have not learned the essence of this body technique, so they will feel that this body technique is a bit mediocre.
"It''s over!" Zhang Lan felt cold.
When he taught his body skills to ink painting, he thought that ink painting was just a simple learning and would not be much better.
Even if you use it this way, others will forget it if you take a look.
How good can a child with congenital frailty learn body skills?
But unexpectedly, not only did I learn ink painting well, but I was a bit outrageous, and even better than the disciples of the Zhang family...
In the future, if ink paintings make a name for themselves, others will say:
"This is the Zhang family''s pace, and it is better used than the Zhang family!"
Where should the Zhang family put their face?
Zhang Lan accidentally added a touch to the family''s dark history. Zhang Lan''s scalp was numb.
It’s okay if he was punished, but if he shamed his family, it wouldn’t be like kneeling in the ancestral hall, and it’s as simple as being in custody.
Zhang Lan took advantage of Situ and the other two not paying attention and quietly pulled the sleeves of La Mohua and said with a serious expression:
"Ten million! Ten thousand! Ten thousand, don''t say I taught it!"
The ink painting also has a serious face, and pats her chest to ensure:
"Don''t worry, I won''t give you up!"
Zhang Lan nodded, and after reminiscing, he realized something was wrong.
What does it mean to confess? He is like a criminal accomplice...
Everyone walked halfway, stopped on a small hill and rested for a while.
Mo Hua took out the beef and gave it to everyone to eat.
The evil cultivator won''t give it to him, and he is not worthy of eating what his mother made.
Zhang Lan was eating the beef, which was spicy and delicious, and couldn''t help but sigh:
"The beef at the ink painter is really good, soft and chewy, and the stew is so well controlled..."
Then Zhang Lan was stunned and suddenly remembered that Mo Hua seemed to have used fireball techniques just now?
The power is average, but the speed of the attack seems to be a bit fast...
At least it is much faster than his spells.
Zhang Lan looked at the ink painting meaningfully.
He originally thought that the spiritual power of ink painting was not strong and he would definitely not be able to master any magic, but now it seems that it is hard to say...
Zhang Lan thought it was difficult to think about it.
After eating, several people continued to rush.
Before evening, I arrived at the foot of Daheishan Mountain.
Mo Hua remembered something, and he walked to the evil cultivator and saw that he was awake, he asked:
"A few days ago, did you chase a demon hunter in the mountains?"
The evil cultivator snorted coldly and did not answer.
"What are you asking?"
The evil cultivator glanced at Mo Hua contemptuously.
Mo Hua''s little temper came to his senses and turned around and wanted to pull out the sword on Zhang Lan''s waist.
Zhang Lan was startled and quickly stopped him, "What are you doing?"
Mo Hua said: "He is stubborn, I will break another leg!"
Situ Fang whispered, "It''s almost OK, you''ve cut him off."
Mo Hua said: "One has only been broken, and there are two more!"
Situ Fang said in a difficult situation: "You have cut off, and his life will probably be gone."
Mo Hua said regretfully: "That can only be blamed for his bad luck."
When the evil cultivator heard this, he immediately said:
"What do you ask, I''ll say!"
Ink painting was stunned.
Why is this evil cultivator suddenly so easy to talk to?
Evil cultivators have straight eyelids.
He is not afraid of death.
He can be killed by his enemies, killed by Caipu, convicted by Daotingsi, and sentenced to death.
No matter what means the monk killed him, he actually doesn''t care.
However, he must not die at the hands of a teenage brat!
He was killed by a little ghost at the fifth level of Qi refining, and he could not bear this humiliation!
"Then tell me." Mo Hua said.
"I didn''t chase him."
"Then what?"
"Not after that."
Mo Hua said slowly: "You said you were not chasing him, that is, the person you are chasing is not you. You see someone chasing him."
The evil cultivator kept silent.
Mo Hua was going to draw his sword again, so the evil cultivator had to say:
"Several monks are chasing him."
"Where are you wearing a look?"
"I can''t see clearly, but I''m wearing a silver-white Taoist robe."
The ink painting''s eyes condensed, silver-white...
(This chapter ends)