Chapter 808 The Traitor


    In addition, there is another issue that is more concerned about ink painting.


    During the break, under a cool big tree in Lian Yaoshan.


    Mo Hua looked around and saw that there was no one else, and then he whispered: "Does you two be captured into the Ten Thousand Demons Valley mean that you are in your sect..."


    Mo Hua paused and pressed the sound even lower, "...Is there a traitor?"


    Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu both had a complicated expression.


    After a while, Linghu Xiao also whispered: "Elder Shangguan will not let me tell the public, but..."


    But ink painting is not an outsider either.


    What''s more, the ink painting book knows everything about Wan Yao Valley clearly.


    Linghu laughed and continued, "Elder Shangguan...he suspected that some disciples, even elders, in the sect, had secretly communicated with other sects and sold out the information of their disciples."


    "He said he had reported to the ancestor. The ancestor was furious and would investigate it secretly inside Chongxu Sect, so that I would keep my mouth shut and not leak the news."


    Mo Hua nodded.


    What is the specific situation, it is hard to say now.


    It is possible that there will be a complete traitor in the Xu Sect, betraying the sect and seeking personal gain.


    It is also possible that simply because Linghu Xiao is so talented that some old-school elders are jealous and afraid, they betray the news of Linghu Xiao and want to use someone else''s hand to get rid of this promising sword genius.


    If Linghu Xiao can grow up and lead the way, it will naturally be a good thing for the Xu Sect.


    But sometimes, the interests of the sect are not in the interests of some elders.


    Some people just want to lie on the sect and **** blood.


    Whether the sect has grown stronger is of little significance to them. Once the sect declines, they will change their courses and change their power to attract them.


    Ink painting looked at Ouyang Mu again.


    Ouyang Mu looked a little confused.


    "That day, I really didn''t know anything..."


    "I just practiced normally in my disciple''s residence, and I was a little sleepy. I slept for a while. When I woke up, I found myself in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."


    "Before this, did you contact suspicious people?" Mo Hua asked.


    Ouyang Mu thought about it and shook his head.


    "Have you ever taken pills?"


    "Yes." Ouyang Mu nodded, "but they are all elixirs for normal practice, such as Peiyuan Pill and Gathering Pills."


    Mo Hua frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered something, "Are these elixirs yours?"


    "Some of them are mine, and some are..." Ouyang Mu thought for a while, and suddenly was stunned, "It was given to me by Senior Brother Ma..."


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.


    Sure enough...


    That day, he met the senior brother Ma of Tai''amen and Xiao Mutou walking together, saying that he was entrusted by Senior Brother Ouyang Feng to give Xiao Mutou some elixirs, spiritual weapons and jade slips for practice.


    At that time, he felt that there was a faint evil spirit on this "Senior Brother Ma".


    At first he thought that it might have been unintentionally involved.


    Now it seems that this Senior Brother Ma may have a problem.


    "Where are those elixirs?" Mo Hua asked.


    "I''ve left it to my brother."


    "Senior Brother Feng?"


    "Well," Ouyang Mu replied, "After I returned from Wan Yao Valley, my brother went to my room and took away some things, saying he wanted to check it out."


    Mo Hua nodded.


    Senior Brother Feng is mature and steady, and has a delicate mind. Obviously he has discovered something.


    Since that''s the case, he is not easy to intervene.


    Moreover, this is a matter between Tai Amen and Chongxu Sect and it has nothing to do with him, a disciple of Tai Xu Sect. After all, he is not a junior brother of Tai Amen and Chongxu Sect.


    After class, the disciples will hunt monsters freely.


    Ouyang Mumu is not very familiar with his fellow disciples.


    Linghu laughed out loud and was not very sociable.


    So this Tai''amen''s direct descendant and a genius from the Xusect, he became a group of disciples from the Taixusect.


    The elders of Taiamen and Chongxu Sect could only sigh when they saw it, but they could do nothing.


    …


    A few days later, Mo Hua accidentally met Song Jian in the Demon Refining Mountain.


    This is also the first time Mo Hua has seen Song Jian since Wan Yao Valley.


    Song Jian didn''t change much. He wore a golden broken golden door robe and a precious spiritual sword. He had fair skin and looked like a slim face.


    The one who changes is his follower.


    The situation has been turbulent in the past few days.


    After the Wan Yao Valley incident, the Jin family stepped down, the Song family took office, and began to reshuffle, excluding the Jin family monks and support the Song family''s power, thus gradually controlling the right to speak in the Jinmen.


    The Jin family is in decline, and the Song family is different from the past.


    Song Jian, as the core direct line of the Song family, was also a "son of the hero" in the Wan Yao Valley Rebellion, and was naturally highly valued.


    Now that he goes out, the number of followers is almost twice that of the previous one.


    Even some other branches of the Jin family were willing to be his "follower" in order to survive and try to please him in every way.


    Song Jian is now out and is extremely majestic.


    However, when seeing the ink painting, Song Jian''s majestic style couldn''t help but restrain himself. His expression was a little complicated for a moment, and he wanted to speak but stopped.


    “Ink…”


    Before he could speak, other disciples of the Duan Kinmen sneered:


    "The boy from Taixu Sect in front! He is ungrateful and dares to block Mr. Song''s words."


    "Yes, don''t let go, be careful we will let you go with it..."


    “Get out of here quickly!”


    Song Jian''s followers said arrogantly.


    The ink painting has a subtle expression.


    Taixu Gate broke through the Wan Yao Valley and brought the Jin family down so that the Song family could rise to power.


    But the Song family''s attitude towards the Taixu Sect seems to be no different from that of the Jin family.


    Not only the upper level of Duanjin Gate, but also the disciples of Duanjin Gate below.


    What''s more, they did evil and made trouble in the Demon Refining Mountain. Almost all of them were beaten by the disciples of the Taixu Sect who Mo Hua used the formation to "fully armed" the Taixu Sect, so they were quite hostile to the Taixu Sect.


    At this time, when they saw the ink painting wearing the Taoist robe of Taixu, they naturally had bad eyes.


    But they don’t know who the ink painting is.


    Ink painting hides behind the scenes and hardly shows up.


    Therefore, these disciples of the Duanjin Sect did not know that the "master behind the scenes" they suffered at the hands of the Taixu Sect was the little cultivator in front of them.


    When they met at this time, they only thought Mo Hua was a disciple of Taixu Sect and shouted at him.


    The temper of ink painting is not that good either.


    He has never been beaten up by the disciple of Duanjin Gate.


    Just as he was considering whether to call people to teach these disciples of the Broken Kinmen who were blind.


    Song Jian suddenly said, "Ink painting!"


    He pulled out a sword, pointed at Mo Hua and sneered:


    "You offended me and ruined the sword embryo that I had been raising for eighteen years to cast my natal magic weapon. I remember this account clearly. Today I will avenge this sword!"


    The dog legs beside them shouted:


    "Why do you need the young master to take action personally when dealing with such a small guy?"


    "I just need to take a little action to cut it under the sword!"


    "This is a small mess of Taixu Sect, you can hold it with your backhand. I am willing to work hard for the young master and avenge this sword!"


    "Young Master, I''m willing to take action!"


    Song Jian''s eyes were cold, "Where is my revenge that you can interfere?"


    The gangsters said again, "Yes, the young master said yes."


    "This little devil must be not the enemy of Mr. Song!"


    Who knew that he had flattered him and slapped his hooves.


    Song Jian''s face was slightly red and he was embarrassed and annoyed.


    "Shut up!"


    "Yes, yes..." a group of people responded.


    Song Jian said: "You stay here, I will be with this..."


    Song Jian looked at Mo Hua, his tone was a little unnatural, "I will decide the winner with this little devil, and then I will fight back to the sect."


    “Affect the order.”


    Everyone said one after another.


    Song Jian looked around and pointed his sword at a small forest, and said coldly to Mo Hua:


    "I don''t want to win without force, so I am in this mountain forest, one-on-one, no one else interferes with each other, and fight to the death!"


    Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay."


    Afterwards, the two of them entered the mountains and forests one after another.


    A group of Duanjinmen followed Song Jian''s instructions and stayed outside, but they were puzzled and looked at each other.


    Someone frowned and said, "Why do you have to do this forever? If there is a grudge, let''s go together and take this kid down?"


    "really…"


    Someone sneered: "So, Mr. Song is a fool."


    When Song Jian was not here, some people lost their respect and became arrogant.


    What they cling to was Song Jian’s status, not Song Jian.


    When it comes to personal abilities, they all feel that they are no worse than Song Jian, but they are just from different backgrounds.


    "It is also possible..." Another disciple smiled, "It was Mr. Song who was afraid of losing and was blind, so he found a place where no one was going to compete. Even if he was defeated by the little devil, he would not be embarrassed in public."


    "Young Master Song, you won''t really lose..."


    "Lost to that little kid?"


    "What''s impossible?"


    "No matter what, it''s not that the little ghost''s blood and spiritual power are weak in that way. If the young master can lose, it would be too useless..."


    Everyone laughed gloatingly.


    In the mountains and forests.


    Song Jian walked to a secluded place, put the sword into the sheath, found a big stone and sat down, and sighed.


    Mo Hua was a little confused, "Don''t you fight?"


    Song Jian said speechlessly: "I can''t beat you, how can I fight?"


    If it were before, he would have a little bit of arrogance in his heart, and felt that with his own strength, he could defeat Mo Hua and avenge his "Broken Golden Sword" that was tortured to the point of a sword in Mo Hua''s hands.


    But when he came back from Wan Yao Valley, he completely gave up this idea.


    You can''t beat it, you can''t beat it at all.


    Not to mention fighting, if he really starts, he may not even know where the ink painting is.


    What''s more, in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, Mo Hua saved his life...


    Song Jian hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed deeply and said in an almost inaudible voice:


    "Thank you, thank you..."


    Mo Hua asked: "What?"


    Song Jian was angry and embarrassed and said, "Thank you!"


    "Oh..."


    "So, are you here to thank me? Thank you for saving your life in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley?" Mo Hua said.


    “That’s right…”


    After Song Jian finished speaking, his expression changed and he became silent again.


    Mo Hua observed his expression and looked slightly, and said curiously: "Do you... have something to worry about?"


    "No." Song Jian had a stern face.


    Ink painting naturally doesn’t believe it.


    "If you have any worries, you can tell me. Although I may not help you, I should be able to give you some advice."


    Song Jian didn''t want to say it, but when he looked up at the ink painting, he saw the clear and deep gaze of the ink painting. He felt that it was nothing wrong to say it.


    Moreover, except for ink painting, he felt that no one could say anything else.


    Especially things related to Wan Yao Valley...


    Song Jian looked a little lonely and said slowly:


    "I found that my parents don''t actually care about my life or death..."


    Mo Hua was stunned, "Why do you say that?"


    Song Jian said: "When I was in Wan Yao Valley, I had a little finger cut off and gave it to my parents, but there was no movement at all."


    "Jin Gui said, my parents are weighing the pros and cons, and whether to save me. If the cost is too high, I would rather die. They shed some tears and could live a good life in their hearts. Forget it, the Song family is not the only son."


    "I didn''t believe these words from Jin Gui at first..."


    "But when I returned from Wan Yao Valley, I found that although my parents were happy, they were not as ecstatic as I thought..."


    "They did know early on that I was trapped in the Wan Yao Valley, but they didn''t do anything. Even the elders of the Song family knew about it, but they didn''t know what the trade-offs they had gone through, but in the end they seemed to be planning to put me..."


    Song Jian looked ugly, "...I''m going to be an abandoned son..."


    "Abandoned son?"


    Ink painting is a bit unexpected.


    "Well," Song Jian murmured, "they were thinking about something, and even my parents, got some benefits from it, so they were not very concerned about my life and death."


    "I came back alive, and it seemed that for them, it was just an unexpected surprise, even..."


    Song Jian''s eyes were cold, "...I''m more like a ''gift''."


    Ink painting frowned.


    Within the aristocratic family, he had long heard of the cruelty and indifference based on the trade-offs of interests.


    But this kind of thing happened to Song Jian, and he really didn''t expect it to happen before.


    "How many brothers do you have?" Mo Hua asked.


    "There are two brothers," Song Jian said, "I am the youngest, but my talent is far less than that of two brothers. I am not as hard-working as them in practice, and I am not as cruel as theirs in doing things..."


    Song Jian pointed out outside the woods, "Besides, I can''t convince everyone."


    "Now that the Song family has become more powerful, I have too many dogs around me, and I can''t drive them away, but I actually know that they look down on me."


    He had lived a comfortable life in the past and never thought about these things.


    But in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, I walked through the **** mouth of the knife with fear, and I could see many questions naturally.


    “No one in this world can rely on it…”


    "The sect is unreliable, the family is unreliable, the parents are unreliable, the brother is unreliable, let alone those bunch of bad legs."


    Song Jian looked a little confused.


    Mo Hua thought about it and patted Song Jian on the shoulder, "So, you can only rely on yourself."


    Song Jian looked indifferent, "I know I rely on myself, but... I can''t rely on myself either..."


    "It''s okay," Mo Hua said generously, "I''ll help you."


    Song Jian looked at the ink painting silently, and felt that this sentence was very inconsistent.


    You are a disciple of the Taixu Sect, who is not a relative or a reason, and for no reason, help me, a disciple of the Kinmen Break?


    Mo Hua said, "Did I save you?"


    Song Jian nodded, "That''s what..."


    "Do we have a life-long friendship?"


    “Only, it’s…”


    Song Jian hesitated.


    "Isn''t that all," Mo Hua said, "The long road, searching up and down must be an extremely long process. The most important thing is to have ''like-minded'' fellow Taoists who can help each other and benefit each other!"


    "I have saved your life, don''t you believe me?"


    Song Jian hesitated a little, "But...we have different positions."


    “What is your position?”


    “The sects are different…”


    "What does this have to do with you?" Mo Hua said with a puzzled look on his face, "You are not the head of Duanjin Sect, but just an ordinary disciple. Why do you do with this leisure?"


    "But my Song family...after all, it is the Song family of Duanjinmen, and I am a disciple of the Song family..."


    Before Song Jian finished speaking, Mo Hua sighed:


    "What does this have to do with you?"


    "You are a disciple of the Song family, but at the critical moment, you will still be sold by the Song family. You have said that the family is unreliable. Your parents and their three sons may not be able to treat you in peace, and they may not always take you to heart. What they weigh in when they encounter problems is also beneficial."


    "Since that''s the case, what are you worried about?"


    Song Jian was a little confused by ink paintings.


    "But you destroyed my natal sword embryo..."


    Ink painting: "A mere natal sword embryo..."


    Song Jian said angrily: "What is a ''just'' natal sword embryo? I have carried this sword embryo since I learned swords and have been warmed up until now. It took eighteen years to stay inseparable! Eighteen years!"


    The more Song Jian thought about it, the more angry he became, the more painful his heart became.


    Mo Hua sighed again and asked, "What are the demands of our monks for the rest of our lives?"


    Song Jian was stunned by Mo Hua''s questioning, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Eternal Life?"


    "Yes! Eternal Life!" Mo Hua asked again, "How many years is Eternal Life?"


    Song Jian frowned, "I have lived forever, so I naturally live with the world. How many years will I care about?"


    "Not bad!" Mo Hua said again, "So, your lifelong pursuit is immortality, living with the world, living for tens of millions of years, and still need to care. Is this just eighteen years of warming the sword embryo?"


    Song Jian was a little stupid.


    He suddenly felt that the ink painting seemed to make some sense...


    Since your purpose is to become an immortal, to live forever, to live forever.


    Then the eighteen years of warming the sword embryo is just a blink of an eye. Why bother to mind?


    Mo Hua patted Song Jian on the shoulder again, "So, look at him for a long time and don''t care about the gains and losses in front of him, otherwise he will be narrow-minded and it will be difficult to reach the peak of the road..."


    Song Jian couldn''t help but nodded.


    But he still had some concerns, "You said you help each other, how can you help each other? I will not betray the Song family, nor will I betray the Kinmen."


    "I didn''t let you betray..." Mo Hua said, "That''s right, we communicate some information with each other. I want to know what information. Tell me that you are in trouble, and I''ll help you solve it."


    "On the surface, you are still the core disciple of Duanjin Sect. You are the direct descendant of the Song family. You are incompatible with me, Taixu Sect. But behind the scenes, we cooperate with each other and make progress together."


    "In this way, both of them have a way out, and in the future, there will be an extra way out of life."


    "What do you think?"


    Song Jian thought about it carefully and couldn''t help but feel that the proposal of ink painting was very good.


    It is definitely not possible to make him betray his family or sect.


    But it is naturally better to seek a strong helper for yourself in secret.


    All kinds of Wan Yao Valley are in Song Jian''s mind again.


    He sighed silently in his heart.


    As for monks of the same realm, ink painting is really too powerful...


    Not that kind of strength, but a kind of tricky and weird and incredible strength.


    It makes people confused at all.


    If he is the enemy of ink painting, he has no confidence.


    But if he is a "complice", he will feel much more at ease.


    "good…"


    Song Jian nodded silently, and felt relieved.


    What else Mo Hua wanted to say, but suddenly he heard someone calling his name outside the forest, and he said, "Remember, if you have any problems in the future, I will go to Lian Yao Mountain to find me."


    "Yeah." Song Jian responded.


    After that, Mo Hua put a few fireballs on the open space.


    Song Jian was slightly stunned, and then immediately understood, and also used his spiritual power to slash many swords at the nearby big tree, creating a scene after the war.


    Then the two walked out of the forest one after another, one after another on guard.


    Outside the forest, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and others were shouting Mo Hua''s name while confronting the disciples of Duanjin Gate.


    Seeing that the ink was drawn and it was safe and sound, Cheng Mo and the others felt relieved.


    Mo Hua wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, pointed at Song Jian and sneered:


    "Young man, I want you to look good next time!"


    Song Jian was stunned, and then sneered, "This time you are lucky. I will tear you to pieces next time I meet you!"


    Then he snorted coldly and shook his head away with an arrogant look on his face.


    Cheng Mo couldn''t stand his appearance, and immediately said angrily: "Good boy, I''m talking wildly, can I not chop you?"


    "Okay, OK," Mo Hua stopped him, "It''s getting late, it''s time to go back."


    "Senior Brother, are you okay?" Situ Jian asked.


    "It''s okay, how could I have something to do in the Demon Refining Mountain?" Mo Hua said.


    Situ Jian thought for a while, nodded and said, "That''s right."


    After that, both sides left.


    The forests became quiet again.


    Except for Mo Hua and Song Jian, no one knew about the agreement they had reached secretly.


    Because this was during the "teaching" of the sect, Elder Xunziyou did not stare at the ink painting, so he knew nothing about this.


    On the way back, Mo Hua thought silently in her heart:


    "There is a traitor in Tai''amen, and the Chongxumen has a traitor. Now in Duanjinmen, it is equivalent to a ''traitor''."


    I was still inserted into it myself.


    The better Song Jian does, the more convenient it will be for him to act in the future.


    "If only one day he can become an elder, that''s great..."


    As soon as I thought about this, Mo Hua was suddenly stunned and couldn''t help but think:


    "Song Jian, this kid, will not be able to become the head of Duanjin Gate in the future..."


    ?Please a book of my friends’ fairy tale~


    ??I love to eat small fish fillets "The Way to Swallow the Heavenly Fairy"


    He Chuan looked at the world with extremely abundant spiritual energy in the secret realm, his eyes were extremely firm.


    ??The heaven and earth are not kind, and I regard all things as straw dogs. This is the heaven and earth that I can swallow.


    ??The immortal way is not kind, and it is a bottleneck for all ages. I can also swallow this immortal way!


    ??We cultivators are already moving against the will of heaven.


    ??From devouring all things, cultivate the power of devouring and rule the world!


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    (This chapter ends)