Chapter 579 Sending Brother to the Road
After passing through the deep mountains, there are hundreds of miles away from Qingzhou City.
Arriving in Qingzhou City is equivalent to stepping into the Ganxuezhou community with half of your foot.
The academic style is very high and safer in the academic field.
After that, you can find the Gandao Sect according to the map, and you can 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 by the way.
At night, I stayed in a ruined temple in the mountains and fields, and slept peacefully when I ate, wrapped myself in my small blanket.
Boss Jiang and his men were roasting on fire.
One person glanced at Mo Hua and sneered, "This kid is so big-hearted, like a fool, he doesn''t know anything..."
Boss Jiang looked at him sternly, "Please keep your mouth!"
The man was scolded and lowered his head, but he still muttered, "This little fool can''t hear it..."
A few people next to him shook their heads, "This kid looks smart, but he is not very scheming..."
"What''s the scheming? You are so big, you are the same, maybe not as good as him..."
"If he is really scheming, what''s the point?"
"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, drinking to drive away the cold.
Someone was watching from the outside, and his spiritual sense was scanning from time to time, guarding against all the changes.
In the middle of the night, it became quieter.
Mo Hua slept even harder, occasionally smacking 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. Take him with him, and he will not be suspicious along the way." Mr. Jiang nodded slightly.
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Boss Jiang sighed, "So, we chose the second-rank state realm and walked this way..."
"Fortunately, we are just in the early stage of foundation building. If our cultivation level is higher, it will be eye-catching. I''m afraid that it will be exposed halfway and will be slaughtered by the Dao Tingsi or the Gu family..."
The big man was still scared.
Practicing Taoism really depends on your life.
Sometimes, the higher the cultivation level, the better, the higher the cultivation level, the faster the death...
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The big man felt a little relieved.
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In the sea of ??consciousness, while practicing formations, eavesdropping on the ink paintings of the "story", but frowned.
"Several batches..."
"Mr. Tu..."
"Buy and sell..."
"It seems that there are more than one group of these human traffickers, and they are probably still a big group.
Even the demon cultivators in it... I just don’t know if the teams of demon cultivators I met on my way are also engaged in the "trafficking monks".
And "Mr. Tu"...
Who is this Mr. Tu?
"Counting" is a surprise or not?
How to calculate it?
He can also use the method of derivation of Tianji? Or are there treasures like Tianji Lock?
Mo Hua said in a little confused again: "What should I do next?"
"Catch all this group of ''human traffickers'' who trafficked monks?"
"Mo Hua shook her head.
I am just in the early stage of building a foundation, so how can I have this ability... ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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, find an opportunity and 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 would report to Daotingsi. Daotingsi would worry about what happened next. I wouldn’t be able to control so much... But the “Mr. Tu” who can calculate and calculate can be paid attention to it later... Mo Hua remembered the three words “Mr. Tu” and then continued to practice formations on the Taoist stele.
When I woke up the next day, Mo Hua continued to rush along with everyone.
After traveling for several days, it was less than a hundred miles away from Qingzhou City.
Mo Hua felt it was time and it was time for him to leave.
The world is big, and it’s a big deal to get started.
I don’t have time to play with them.
But when he walked to a forest and was taking a break for a while, Boss Jiang suddenly took out an iron bracelet and handed it to Mo Hua, and said coldly: "Take 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 in a "scared" and said, "I...I won''t take you..."
A big man sneered, "You can''t help..."
“Don''t you... want to take me to find my master?"
Mo Hua said in a stutter, and quietly let go of his spiritual sense, preparing to find a corner, take advantage of the unpreparedness, slip away with the passing steps, and then use the hidden technique and mix into the grass.
The first-grade concealment technique has a slightly worse effect.
But I am small in size, and using the grass to confuse my vision is enough to get rid of these people.
These human traffickers don’t know the thoughts of Mo Hua.
Boss Jiang smiled gently, but looked at the hypocrisy and didn''t smile: "You bring this bracelet and 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 Master?"
"Little fool!"
"Who is so idle that he will take you to find your master who doesn''t know where he died..."
"Around him was 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 again in a flash, and no one noticed them.
Boss Jiang''s eyes were like swords 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 take 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 put it on her white 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 in front, 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.
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The ink paintings afterwards are peaceful and peaceful. Boss Jiang was a little strange, but thinking that he had brought the iron bracelets with him, the young monk couldn''t make any sense, so he didn''t care much.
I walked 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, which are quite spacious, but there are no diners to eat.
There is 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:
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Mo Hua thought about it and realized that these people belonged to the same group.
This shop is also a human trafficker, disguising himself as he lurks here, joining 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 store 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 the person come?"
“After an hour…”
"Where are the Gu family members?"
“Get out of the city…”
“Daotingsi…”
"Someone stared at it, within a radius of 10 or 20 miles, there were 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 coming to an end, 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 were drinking more restrainedly.
At the last moment, obviously I don’t want to mislead 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 the 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 took 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 quarreling?"
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, "It doesn''t suit your appetite, 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 covered 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.
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, this group of people are doing unethical activities, but they live a life of eating and drinking.
Spiritual flesh is very expensive. I don’t eat much in Mohua on weekdays and can’t bear to eat it, but now I don’t have to be polite...
Mo Hua picked some good meat and put it in the pot to cook it. Then, according to the recipe that my mother taught her, controlled the heat and added spices to stew the meat out, and blended it with the spices...
The ink painting also noticed the peeking of Boss Jiang’s spiritual sense.
But 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.
Ink painting doesn’t care.
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.
Take the ink painting, then point your fingers, use your spiritual sense to control the ink, condense the array pattern on the bracelet, and untie the iron bracelet locked in your hand.
This iron bracelet has the effect of suppressing spirit 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 drawn on it.
But it’s good that the formation is 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, but I''m a little bit "showing off"..."
Mo Hua snorted softly in her heart.
The formation on the iron bracelet is solved and the effect is lost.
After that, the matter is...
Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly bright, and there was a phantom, and her pupils were pitch black. A layer of strange "Tao Robe" was also covered with a magical incarnation of the divine thought in the sea of ??consciousness.
His spiritual consciousness poured out like a tide.
And 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...
The sky is getting late and the twilight is 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...
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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 enjoying himself.
Others looked at him silently.
I was surprised that this little kid really knows how to cook, but I was also a little surprised that the dishes made by this little kid seem to smell good.
But they didn''t bother with 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, I don’t know who the buyer is, what he bought it for...
Either used for raising, or enslavement, or used for alchemy, talismans, or tools...
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 so full that she drank the soup, and 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 should I take?
Boss Jiang was stunned.
But 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 the ink painting, but the ink painting''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 ink painting was already floating away and stood in the corner.
A graceful like a terrifying geese, and the body is like a passing water, both real and illusory.
"What is this... what kind of body technique?!"
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.
?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, I will become more tired and more anxious as I write it. So I can only adjust slowly and not write too hard, making myself numb.
??The prerequisite for updating the rhythm is that I can ensure that I finish writing this book according to the outline.
??The energy is limited and cannot be overdrawn.
??When I have a good mentality and good condition, I will add more to write.
Some book friends think that writing slowly, and I feel sad, but it is really not fast...
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~
??I am very sorry (shamed.jpg).
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(This chapter ends)