Chapter 566 Returning Home


    A hundred miles away from Tongxian City, the mountains and forests are lush and the streams are gurgling.


    Above the mountain road, a caravan with more than ten people was dragging several trucks of storage cargo boxes and moving forward slowly.


    Mo Hua sat in the caravan''s truck, her calves swaying leisurely, looking at the familiar but slightly unfamiliar mountain scenery nearby, while thinking about her parents, as well as her acquaintances and friends from Tongxian City. She was excited and suddenly felt a little nervous about being close to home.


    From the third-grade Dalishanzhou border to Tongxian City.


    The road was long and the road was long. The ink painting stopped and stopped. I visited the formation master along the way and searched for formations. I walked for more than half a year.


    Now he is fifteen years old.


    First-grade formation master, with early stage cultivation of foundation building, fourteen-line spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual consciousness changes qualitatively, condensed like mercury.


    Compared with when I left home, the ink painting grew a little taller.


    The eyebrows and eyes also opened a little, and there was a hint of heroic spirit in them.


    However, at the age of a teenager, it is still too young for a monk.


    Ink paintings built the foundation early again. Although they experienced many things, they still looked like a innocent child like uncensored jade.


    "Brother Mo, your lord, I really don''t worry about you going out alone..."


    An old man in the caravan couldn''t help asking.


    Along the way, he asked this question at least seven or eight times.


    The old man is the owner of the caravan, who travels around the world and sells some spiritual stones and pills to make a living.


    His surname is Zheng, and his eyes are vigorous, and others call him Mr. Zheng.


    Tongxian City is becoming more and more prosperous, and there are more monks and vendors trading. Mr. Zheng’s caravan bought some Taoist goods and specially sold them to Tongxian City.


    But I was attacked by monsters along the way, and the formation on the car was broken.


    When Mo Hua met, he helped them practice the formations. They were all very simple formations, with about one-grade four or five patterns, which was not even a matter of raising hands.


    But Mr. Zheng was surprised.


    This young monk, at a young age, can actually repair the formation of five formation patterns...


    The future will inevitably be limitless!


    In order to be grateful to Ink Painting, Mr. Zheng invited Ink Painting to have a delicious meal. When he learned that the destination of Ink Painting was also in Tongxian City, he took Ink Painting along the way.


    Mo Hua was tired of walking all the way, so she just happened to be lazy and took a ride.


    Eat and drink all the way, and there are people chatting, which is not boring.


    Anyway, it is already very close to Tongxian City, and it will not take a few days to delay.


    But every time Mr. Zheng looked at the ink painting, his expression was a little incredible.


    At such a young age, his formation talent is so good. His elders are really relieved to let him go out alone...


    He can''t bear to let it go if he put it on his body.


    Mo Hua whispered: "When I was traveling, there were people with me. Now when I come back, I am the only one..."


    When I said this, there was a hint of loneliness hidden in Mo Hua''s eyes.


    Mr. Zheng nodded and didn''t ask much.


    Among the mountains and ridges, the caravan walked step by step along the winding mountain road to Tongxian City.


    Mo Hua looked up and looked at the undulating Dahei Mountains in front of her, and the outline of Tongxian City hidden in the mountains and clouds in the distance, faintly breathing a sigh of relief.


    "Anyway, it''s almost home..."


    It took only a few years since he left home.


    The lifespan of a monk is long, and it is not long for several years, but for ink paintings, it seems like a long time has passed...


    Now, I finally go home.


    The heart is slightly sour.


    After a few days, after walking for dozens of miles, Mo Hua met an acquaintance.


    They are several uncles of the demon hunter.


    They were wearing iron armor, holding a simple sword in their hands, and were solemn and on guard, chasing the monster, and just happened to meet the caravan where Mo Hua was.


    They were chasing the monsters, with iron-armored sharp blades, blood on their bodies, and murderous looks on their faces.


    Seeing this, the other monks in the caravan were all on guard and looked nervous.


    Mr. Zheng also felt a little cold.


    This is their first time to go to Tongxian City to do business. They are not familiar with the place. In a desolate place like Daheishan, they can''t help but feel uneasy when they meet a demon hunter with blood on their swords and a solemn expression on their faces.


    For fear that if you have any disagreement, these demon hunters will kill and rob...


    They often encounter and hear such things.


    What''s even more difficult is that these demon hunters are obviously extremely strong.


    Although the caravan hired escorts, these escorts were in the late stage of Qi Refining, and were less than nine levels.


    It is okay to deal with ordinary thieves, but it is obviously pale in front of the demon hunter who has deep cultivation, excellent spiritual weapons, rich fighting experience, and has blood in his hands.


    Mr. Zheng was nervous, but he still tried his best to laugh:


    "My fellow Taoists, my surname is Zheng, I went to Tongxian City to do some small business. I hope you can be compatible..."


    He began to think in his heart how much to pay for the travel fee to pass through safely and reduce losses and protect the capital...


    The demon hunters did not speak.


    They are chasing monsters and saying little is the rule of hunting monsters.


    Seeing that they didn''t say anything, the smile on Old Zheng''s face became more and more stiff.


    At this moment, a demon hunter accidentally glanced at him and saw a picture-like child in a car in the caravan, looking at him with a friendly face.


    He looked shocked, his eyes widened, and shouted in disbelief:


    “Ink…ink painting?!”


    The demon hunter next to him all glared at him.


    "What are you doing? Shocked?"


    "What should I do if the sound is so loud? I startled the Wind Wolf?"


    "Old demon hunter, why don''t you know these rules?"


    “No…it’s ink painting!”


    "What kind of ink painting? Ink painting can''t..."


    The demon hunter was stunned when he was halfway through his words, "Mo Hua?!"


    "You are stupid, Isn''t it..."


    Then in a blink of an eye, he also saw the innocent and innocent ink painting in the caravan with a smile on his face.


    Mo Hua waved to them and smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Sun, Uncle Zhou...I''m back!"


    Everyone was suffocated and then looked ecstatic.


    "You read that right!"


    “What a ink painting!”


    “Ink painting!”


    "Word it low, don''t scare the wolf away..."


    "Who cares about that broken wolf? It does whatever it wants..."


    Ink painting is a little funny and hilarious.


    "Mo Hua, wait, let''s clean up, and I''ll send you back to Tongxian City..." The demon hunter said enthusiastically.


    Mo Hua looked at them and saw that they were covered with blood on their sword armor. Although their eyes were firm, they were covered with wind and frost. It was obvious that they had been chasing monsters for a long time and had experienced fighting. They were probably about to end.


    Mo Hua shook his head and said:


    "Uncle, you guys hunt monsters first, don''t bother me, just follow the caravan back."


    "Let''s go back to our house, I''ll invite you to drink!"


    Mo Hua patted her small **** and said.


    The demon hunters laughed, but they were not pretentious.


    With the ability to paint ink, they really don’t need to give it to you.


    "Okay, we slaughtered this wolf and went back. There were some fresh monster meats, all of which were just killed. I will take them back for you to taste."


    The demon hunter smiled.


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.


    Afterwards, everyone separated.


    Mo Hua waved his little arm and said goodbye to the uncles and uncles of the demon hunter.


    Mr. Zheng was shocked and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Looking at Mo Hua''s eyes, he was both grateful and surprised.


    "Little brother, do you know these demon hunters...?"


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "They are all my uncles and uncles. When I entered Daheishan before, they all took care of me and were very familiar with me..."


    You entered Daheishan?


    Mr. Zheng looked at the ink paintings of his little arms and legs, and didn''t know what to say.


    But, it''s so familiar...


    Acquaintances are easy to do.


    Mr. Zheng was glad in his heart.


    Fortunately, I met this little brother, otherwise I would not have a familiar monk. In this wilderness, I met this group of demon hunters who were licking blood on their swords. It is hard to say what happened...


    Mr. Zheng is even more polite to ink painting.


    Just when he walked forward, he realized something was wrong again.


    The further you go, the closer you get to Tongxian City, you will encounter more demon hunters.


    And these demon hunters, when they saw the ink painting, were shocked at first, and then all looked surprised.


    The moment before, he looked solemn, and the spring breeze turned into rain in a flash. His happiness was just like the New Year...


    Mr. Zheng looked at the ink painting, opened his mouth, and said in a loss of spirit:


    "Are you familiar with these demon hunters...you know all of them?"


    The demon hunters all over the mountain know you how come they are.


    Mo Hua nodded.


    But you are too familiar with it...


    Mr. Zheng was still a little unbelievable.


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "I have a good relationship with people!"


    Veteran Zheng was skeptical and silently speculated in his heart.


    This young monk probably has a very small identity, and he is probably the elder of the Demon Hunter, or at least a senior child.


    Or is it the young master of the big family in Tongxian City?


    Mr. Zheng guessed all the way.


    Everyone continued to move forward, and it became late.


    The sun is approaching dusk, and the sunset is filled with the mountains.


    Mr. Zheng frowned as he frowned while frowned, "It''s a bit late. If you don''t hurry up, I''m afraid I''ll spend the night in the mountains at night..."


    Spending overnight in the mountains is dangerous...


    Now in Daheishan, a newly built mountain road extends from the deep mountains to the inner mountains, and then to the outer mountains, leading to the immortal city.


    The monsters in the inner mountain are fierce.


    Monsters in the deep mountains are even more bloodthirsty, and there will be accidental second-grade monsters appearing.


    It''s okay during the day, but once you stay in the mountains at night, you will encounter monsters. The night is dark and the mountains are dangerous. I''m afraid everyone will be slaughtered by monsters.


    "Before the day is not dark, take a shortcut?"


    At least out of the deep mountains.


    Someone suggested.


    Mr. Zheng thought for a moment and nodded, "You must arrive at Tongxian City as soon as possible so as not to have too many dreams."


    Mo Hua looked up and looked around. He found that this place was located inside the deep mountains of Dahei Mountain. The mountain road had been rested and the mountain had changed a little, which was a little unfamiliar with him.


    Mountain changes...


    It seems that when he disintegrated the Five Elements Demon Demon Formation, it was too powerful and almost flattened most of the deep mountains, so the entire terrain changed.


    Nowadays, the mountains are still the same, but the mountains and rivers are different, and the road is not the same.


    Ink painting for a while, I couldn''t figure out the specific location.


    A vendor who accompanied him said:


    "I came to Tongxian City several times and knew a shortcut, but it was a bit late. I''m afraid I''d encounter monsters..."


    Mr. Zheng thought for a moment and sighed, "That''s better than spending the night in the deep mountains. You can lead the way, everyone should be careful."


    "Okay, Mr. Zheng."


    So the vendor led the way and the caravan turned into the path.


    The small road is the old mountain road.


    Ink paintings have a vague impression, as if it was a long time ago, the road leading to the immortal city from outside Daheishan Mountain.


    Now that there are few people leaving, they are gradually abandoned.


    There are indeed some twists and turns along the way.


    Some rocks collapsed a few years ago and collapsed. People can pass through it, but it takes some trouble to pass through vehicles and goods.


    There are monsters.


    But most of them are only in the middle and late stages of the first-class.


    The guards in the caravan were able to deal with it, so Mo Hua just reminded them in advance that he did not take action.


    Everyone worked together to kill a Kui Mulang and a Red-eyed Sheep Demon. The road ahead was much smoother. As he was about to leave the mountains, Mo Hua''s spiritual sense moved, his brows frowned, and he said:


    "Stop."


    Old Zheng was stunned. The other monks in the caravan were a little confused.


    It was getting late, and Tongxian City could be vaguely seen in the distance. Stopping at this time would be a waste of time.


    But although the sound of ink painting is tender, it has a faint momentum of powerlessness that makes people dare not ignore it.


    Especially along the way, all demon hunters are enthusiastic and kind to the ink painting, and this "popularity" cannot be underestimated.


    "Little brother..." Mr. Zheng hesitated a little.


    Mo Hua raised his fingers and whispered, indicating that he should not speak.


    Mr. Zheng didn’t understand why.


    The ink painting''s spiritual sense was released, and after peeping for a moment, his face gradually became solemn, and he murmured, "It''s... a second-grade monster..."


    Old Zheng''s legs became weak when he heard this and said in a trembling voice:


    “Second…second grade?”


    The other caravan monks were also shocked and then they discussed:


    "impossible…"


    "The second-grade monster has extremely strong blood and can be seen from afar..."


    "We didn''t find it at all..."


    …


    Before they finished speaking, they heard a depressed and terrifying roar coming from the gloomy mountains and forests on the right.


    This low growl contained evil spirits and terrifying blood.


    Everyone''s faces turned pale in an instant.


    It is a second-grade monster!


    A monster stronger than foundation building!


    Such a powerful monster is enough to eat all of them!


    And at the speed of the second-grade monster, they can''t escape!


    Everyone drew their swords one after another, but the hand holding the hilt couldn''t help trembling, and their faces were filled with despair.


    At this moment, Mo Hua reminded:


    “Don’t move!”


    Old Zheng also came to his senses and immediately lowered his voice, "Put away the knife, don''t show murderous intention, don''t look at the eyes of the monster."


    Now, he could only pray that this monster was full and looked down on them.


    As long as they don’t anger this monster, there may be a glimmer of hope.


    Otherwise, today would probably be the day of worship for all of them.


    While everyone was worried, the shadow of the black swayed.


    From the mountains and forests, a monster that was taller than a person slowly walked out, with dark brown pupils, mixed with mysterious white patterns on its body, and a word "king" above its head, which was majestic.


    "Second-grade tiger demon..."


    Mr. Zheng felt bitter in his heart.


    It''s over...


    It is among the monsters, the powerful, bloodthirsty and ferocious tiger monsters...


    The tiger demon has a very big appetite.


    Everyone''s faces were as white as paper.


    But ink painting was stunned.


    Big tiger?


    Why do you look so familiar...


    Mo Hua looked at him carefully for a few seconds, and suddenly became stunned and realized.


    This is... the big tiger raised by the second head of the house to **** blood in the Heishan Village?


    That is, the little cat monster I had fed dried fish?


    He is an acquaintance!


    No, it’s a familiar “monster”!


    The big tiger''s eyes were wandering around the crowd, and then they were frozen on Mo Hua. There was a moment of surprise, then doubt, and then it seemed as if he recognized Mo Hua. His big eyes blinked, and the fierce intention in his eyes faded away.


    It seems that it is not coming to forage, but just feels the familiar atmosphere, so come and take a look.


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and he hurriedly said:


    "Old Zheng, give me those demon flesh."


    Old Zheng was stunned, "Demon flesh?"


    "The two I killed before..."


    Two monsters were killed on the road, one was Kui Mu Wolf and the other was red-eyed sheep demon. Some materials were peeled off and some meat was also left behind.


    “Oh, oh… OK!”


    Old Zheng nodded repeatedly.


    Mo Hua took the demon flesh and said, "You guys go first, I''ll feed it."


    Old Zheng''s expression was stiff, "Hey..."


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "I''m familiar with this monster too..."


    Old Zheng opened his mouth wide, looked at the ink painting, and then looked at the terrifying second-grade king tiger demon, and he couldn''t believe it in his heart:


    You said you have a good relationship with people, but you... shouldn''t be considered a "personal relationship"...


    Second-grade tiger demon...


    You...


    Mr. Zheng was in a complicated mood and it was difficult to express it in words for a while.


    Mo Hua waved his hand at him, "Go away quickly, otherwise it will be dark..."


    Zheng Laoba didn''t have to leave early, but he looked at Mohua and hesitated: "That little brother, you..."


    "Don''t worry," Mo Hua said.


    This Daheishan is the same as his yard.


    At most, the yard has been renovated, and I can’t tell the difference between the road and it’s a little bit different.


    Mr. Zheng looked at the sky and gritted his teeth and said, "Little brother, I will repay you with great kindness!"


    "Our business will settle in Lanzhi Inn opposite Fushen Building..."


    "If you enter the city, you must go there to find me!"


    Lanzhi Inn?


    Newly opened?


    Before Tongxian City, there seemed to be no such inn...


    Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I remember."


    Mr. Zheng bowed to Mo Hua, and the other monks also showed gratitude, clasped their fists at Mo Hua, and then walked carefully towards Tongxian City.


    The second-grade tiger demon really ignored them and let them leave.


    This is a second-grade monster...


    Mr. Zheng was a little unbelievable.


    He couldn''t help but look back, looked at the ink painting, and said in shock:


    "Who is this little monk?"


    …


    The caravan left, except for the ink painting, there was no one around, and the big tiger was no longer fierce, but ran around the ink painting twice and "whistled" at him.


    I can’t understand the ink painting, but I can also roughly understand its meaning.


    It seemed to be saying, "Come with me..."


    The mohua has now built a foundation, and his spiritual consciousness has changed, and he has become more sensitive to the perception of murderous intent. He did not sense the murderous intent from the big tiger, and it seems that there is no danger, so he used his body skills and followed the big tiger and walked in the gloomy mountains.


    The big tiger walked a few steps, looked back at the ink painting, and saw that the ink painting followed, and continued to walk forward.


    In this way, I kept bringing the ink painting into a cave.


    The cave is empty and a little damp, not like it has lived for a long time, but like it has lived for a temporary period.


    Ink painting was a little surprised.


    A big tiger also creates "crawling rabbit three holes".


    It won''t really become a sperm...


    The big tiger looked at the ink painting and signaled that the ink painting was waiting here. It drilled into the depths of the cave and didn''t know what to do. After a while, it came back again, holding about a dozen storage bags in its mouth.


    These storage bags are new and old, with different shapes, and some are even very exquisite.


    I don’t know if it picked it up or killed someone.


    It puts the storage bag in front of the ink picture.


    Mo Hua was stunned for a long time before she slowly understood.


    This big tiger...is he repaying his kindness?


    If you have saved it twice, it will keep it in your heart, stocking up these storage bags, and when you meet it again, give it to yourself as a gift?


    The ink painting was a little moved for a moment.


    He stared at the storage bag for a few more times. Most of them were not ordinary storage bags, and the shape was different from that of the demon hunter, so I felt relieved.


    Mo Hua took out Kui Mulang''s demon flesh and threw it to the big tiger.


    The big tiger sniffed it and felt it was quite fresh, so he lay down, covered the flesh with his claws, and started eating it "huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


    Mo Hua stared at the big tiger for a long time and felt it was very novel.


    The mysterious white pattern has the word "king" on the head.


    He asked his father Mo Shan, Elder Yu, and other old men from demon hunters, but he had never heard of such a tiger monster.


    Mo Hua also asked Mr. Zhuang.


    Mr. Zhuang''s eyes were slightly conspicuous, and he obviously knew something, but he didn''t say it clearly, only saying things like "It''s a bit rare, it''s really not common..."


    I still don’t know what kind of monster this is.


    Moreover, it really doesn''t seem to eat people...


    Very smart...


    Mo Hua stared at the big tiger for a long time, shook her head, but had no clue.


    He looked out at the sky again and said to the big tiger:


    "I''m leaving. I''ll come to see you again in a few days and invite you to eat dried fish..."


    The big tiger clearly showed a disgusting expression, as if he felt that his majesty of the second-grade big tiger was despised by Mo Hua.


    But it did not refuse.


    Mo Hua put away the storage bag and put it on her body.


    After all, he is the kindness of the big tiger, but he is disrespectful.


    Ink paintings are also very curious about what they have in these storage bags and who they belong to.


    After that, Mo Hua waved his hand and said goodbye to the big tiger. Then he set off alone, walking along the mountain road towards Tongxian City.


    After leaving the deep mountains and reaching the inner mountains, ink paintings become much more familiar.


    Some past memories have also emerged.


    Lingmine, Qian family, big demon... and the fact that I followed my father to run around the mountains little by little, familiar with Daheishan, draw maps, and set up formations...


    Ink painting couldn''t help but feel a little moved.


    These things felt like they were yesterday after a long time.


    The sky was completely dark, and the ink painting accelerated its pace. Relying on the exquisiteness of the passing steps, he only took the shortcuts and quickly passed through the inner mountain and reached the outer mountain.


    Along the way, monsters, miasma, poisonous swamps, and ink paintings avoided them.


    After that, I traveled several hours.


    By the time we arrived at Tongxian City, the night was already dark.


    The sky is full of stars, and the lights of Tongxian City are vague.


    Mo Hua slowed down and as he walked, he was stunned. He found a familiar figure standing in front of the city gate.


    Gentle and soft.


    It seems that since she got the news from the demon hunter, she has been waiting in front of the city gate, looking forward to the mountain road in the distance, looking forward to the small figure she had been thinking about day and night on the mountain road.


    Even though the sun sets and the night falls on her body, she is still waiting silently.


    Waiting for his children to come home.


    Mo Hua saw her, but she didn''t see Mo Hua. She still looked expectant and anxious, looking at the distance with anxiety.


    Mo Hua''s heart trembled and his eyes were a little hazy.


    He ran towards the city gate like the wind.


    "Mom!"


    Liu Ruhua heard this sound and her body trembled. She turned her head and stared at Mo Hua running towards her, feeling like she was in a dream.


    When Mo Hua ran to her, she saw the picture. Although she was a little strange, her little face was full of dreams, her face was smiling, and tears couldn''t help but flow.


    Liu Ruhua hugged the ink painting tightly in her arms, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in this world.


    "Peace, come back..."


    Liu Ruhua''s voice was trembling, but it was very gentle, like a warm and warm wind.


    "Um."


    Mo Hua''s eyes were wet, and she snuggled in her mother''s arms and nodded.


    "Mom, I''m back home."


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    (This chapter ends)