Chapter 816 Old Revenge (Add to the White Silver Alliance for the Big Wood Platinum Jinyu~)


    Words are powerless.


    Only by holding a sword in your hand can you have the right to speak.


    The sharper the sword in your hand, the more confident you speak.


    Nowadays, the cave is covered with killing formations, and the mohua is even more confident to speak.


    "You come out."


    Ink painting said lightly.


    The person in the cave didn''t know what the ink painting did outside, but he could feel a vague sense of murderous intent and a sense of uneasy oppression.


    "Fellow Taoist, I''m not to hide it. I''m seriously injured and my legs are inconvenient, so it''s really not convenient to go out..."


    "If you don''t dislike me, why not go into the cave and have a lecture?"


    Mo Hua snorted coldly in her heart.


    He didn''t go in.


    This person''s origin is unknown and the danger in the cave is unknown, so the idiot will rashly enter.


    "I won''t go in, you come out."


    Ink painting said firmly.


    "Fellow Taoist, I am really too seriously injured and have difficulty moving. Please forgive me..." The old voice in the cave said with a hint of apology.


    Mo Hua shook her head and said indifferently:


    "I don''t listen to excuses, reasons, and explanations. I only give you five breaths and give you two choices. Within five breaths, either you come out by yourself or I blow up the cave and force you out."


    When the person in the cave heard this, he felt deeply regretful.


    "I actually encountered an ''old fried dough stick'' who didn''t get into the oil and salt. It was really difficult to deal with..."


    The ink painting outside the cave has begun to count.


    From five to one, no matter who the monk in the cave was, he was ready to blow it up directly.


    Time is precious, he doesn''t want to waste it.


    “Five, Four…”


    The person in the cave felt the decisiveness of the Mo Hua, and immediately changed his expression and said, "Wait, fellow Taoist, I have something to say..."


    "three…"


    "Okay, I''ll go out now!"


    The old voice in the cave said repeatedly.


    Mo Hua stopped counting, and at the same time, he looked at the cave with a cautious expression. The spiritual power in his body was circulating. A wisp of spiritual power was transported to his fingertips, and he was about to throw the fireball if he had disagreement.


    The other two spiritual powers were used to the soles of the feet, and whenever there was something wrong with the preparation, they would immediately leave.


    After a while, there was a rustling sound from the cave, as if someone had stood up, and then a shallow footsteps sounded, accompanied by the sound of bamboo sticks tying the ground.


    The sound is getting closer and closer.


    In just a few breaths, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.


    As soon as the moonlight shone, Mo Hua roughly saw his appearance clearly.


    The man in the cave is an old man, thin and short, with a gloomy expression under the moonlight and a gloomy look.


    At this time, he was leaning on a bamboo stick, his breath was unstable and his steps were frivolous. He was indeed injured.


    While the ink painting was looking at the old man, the old man also saw the ink painting, and his expression was gloomy and he was obviously shocked.


    Although I felt that the monk outside the cave might not be old when I listened to the sound, the old man was still a little unbelievable when he saw Mo Hua''s face with his own eyes.


    A person who acts without leaking his body and speaks without getting into the salt is such a tender little devil?


    And it depends on the aura of cultivation, but it is not in the middle stage of foundation building.


    Even if the spiritual power is weak, it is only a low-level person in the middle stage of foundation building.


    The old man couldn''t help but feel angry.


    It is really outrageous to think that I am a great golden elixir, and I am forced to such an extent by a foundation-building devil!


    The old man still wanted to move forward, but Mo Hua said, "Okay, don''t move."


    The old man stopped and looked around, only to find that he seemed to be in the middle of layers of killing formations, and his eyelids immediately twitched.


    Second-grade high-level formation!


    In the formation, there is a fearful murderous intent flowing.


    The anger in the old man''s heart suddenly disappeared, his attitude became gentle, and he said to Mo Hua, "Okay."


    People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.


    Although he didn''t know how this middle-stage little devil in the foundation building stage set up so many high-level second-grade killing formations in such a short period of time.


    But the killing formation is the killing formation.


    The formation does not reason.


    Even in the third-grade state realm, a Jindan monk would not want to be "baptized" by so many second-grade high-level killing formations for no reason.


    What''s more, this is still in the second-grade state realm, and its cultivation is limited.


    And now, he is seriously injured and has been running for days, like a candle in the wind.


    The old man looked gloomy and raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the ink painting, and asked:


    "I don''t know who my friend''s surname is, where is his inheritance, and who is respected by his teacher?"


    Mo Hua shook her head, "I ask, you answer!"


    Now this old man is standing in the middle of his killing formation, and his initiative is in his own hands. How could he give him a chance to ask questions?


    The old man''s face twitched and nodded, "Okay."


    "What''s your surname?" Mo Hua asked.


    The old man''s expression remained unchanged, "My husband''s surname is Zhao."


    "Where is the name?"


    "The single name is the word ''sea''."


    "Aren''t you from Qianxuezhou?" Mo Hua asked with a slightly condensed look.


    "Young friend said it well," replied the old man, "I am a third-rank Zhao family monk west of Qianxuezhou and south of Yunzhou. He served as the elder in the clan..."


    Zhao Hai, a third-rank elder of the Zhao family.


    Mo Hua nodded slightly.


    This old man is similar to himself. He just lies and doesn’t have to draft a draft when bragging.


    His surname is definitely not Zhao.


    It''s not called "Zhao Hai".


    As for the third-rank elder of the Zhao family south of the Yunzhou border, such things that are 100,000 miles away are just nonsense, and ink paintings cannot tell the truth at the moment.


    "Elder Zhao." Mo Hua bowed.


    The old man also bowed his hand and returned the greeting, "I don''t know if my friend''s surname is right, can I..."


    "I haven''t finished asking yet." Mo Hua said.


    The old man was stunned and had to say patiently:


    "My friend, please ask."


    Mo Hua stared at the old man who called himself "Elder Zhao" and asked, "Who hurts you?"


    The old man sighed, "For some reason, a group of evil cultivators suddenly attacked me. I was caught off guard and was seriously injured."


    "Oh." Mo Hua nodded, without commenting, and asked again:


    “Why do you need to teach…”


    Mo Hua paused, and did not say the names of Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi, but pretended not to know each other and said, "...Why should we teach those two children the skills and magic?"


    "My friend, do you know those two children?" the old man said in confusion.


    Mo Hua looked at him silently without saying a word.


    Meaning, I asked, you answered, you are not qualified to ask questions yet.


    The old man''s eyelids twitched slightly, and then he sighed and said with emotion:


    "I am healing my wounds in this cave, thanking these two children with a sincere heart and giving water and food. Such a character is really rare. I thought to pass on some of my Zhao family''s inheritance to these two children, which can be regarded as a cause and effect and a good relationship."


    Mo Hua nodded, but said in his heart:


    Nonsense again...


    Children from poor families always have something to eat when they are not hungry, so they usually eat it themselves, so they will keep it for you.


    As for the good cause and effect, it is even more nonsense.


    Do you know what cause and effect is? What is a good fate?


    The old man looked at the expression of the ink painting, and was unable to tell whether he believed it or not, so he asked softly:


    "My friend asked, I answered it all, I don''t know if it''s okay..."


    Mo Hua nodded, "Since you said that, I won''t make things difficult for you. I will remove these formations."


    The old man breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to return to the cave.


    Mo Hua looked at him, and suddenly his eyes narrowed and said in a deep voice:


    "You are from the Jail Gate!"


    As soon as the three words "Shuiguan Gate" came out, the old man''s pupils shook, and then his fingers flashed slightly, and three water needles rushed towards the ink painting at an extremely tricky angle.


    Mo Hua had long noticed the murderous intent.


    This old guy had the intention to kill from the beginning.


    The moment the old man took action, Mo Hua used his vanishing steps, and with his clever steps, he sideways and avoided this sinister killing move.


    What agile body movement!


    The old man saw that he had been dormant for a long time missed the blow, and then his body shook and wanted to **** it up.


    But the ink painting pointed from the air, and the water vapor condensed, the cage came, and tied the old man to a solid shape.


    But the next moment, the old man''s body flashed with blue light, and the water flowed vigorously, and he easily broke free from the water prison technique of ink painting.


    After breaking free from the water prison, the old man looked shocked:


    Water prison technique? !


    Moreover, the water prison technique has been practiced so proficiently.


    He looked at Mo Hua in disbelief and asked, "Who are you?"


    After the ink painting landed, he stood firm and said with a firm expression:


    "You are indeed from the Marital Gate..."


    Water prison technique comes from the Water Jail Gate, which is the unique skill of the Water Jail Gate.


    So far, only two people are unable to stay trapped.


    One is Shui Yanluo, and the other is this old man.


    The water hare must be related to the water sect.


    And this old man, now seems to be the descendant of the Water Jail Sect. The old man stared at the ink painting with his changing expression, and he couldn''t tell whether the ink painting was an enemy or a friend for a while.


    "A real senior from my master once saved the descendants of the Yu family and received the secrets of the water prison technique, so I also learned this magic."


    Ink painting is concise and concise.


    But the old man heard the four words "real senior" and felt a stern.


    Real person is the name of feathering.


    There is a real senior in the master''s sect, so this little devil may have a big origin.


    Even if it is not a top sect, it should at least be at the level of Qianxue Hundred Sects.


    The Water Jail Sect was once prominent, but that was a thousand years ago. Now it is in a down-and-out situation and is completely incomparable.


    The old man''s attitude towards ink painting was a little more respectful.


    "Since I have such a connection, I am abrupt and just started to do it rashly. Please forgive me, brother. But..."


    The old man looked solemn, "I would like to ask my brother not to pursue the matter about the Hunter Gate. This matter is too much involved and cannot be investigated by my friend."


    Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, "Someone is chasing you?"


    The old man''s expression sank, "I said, please don''t want this..."


    "I can help you." Mo Hua said.


    "Help me?" The old man was stunned, then his face looked ugly, "Do you know how deep the water is here?"


    Mo Hua nodded, "I probably know a little."


    The old man sneered.


    The child with a yellow mouth is not aware of the world''s strength. You can also involve the past of the Water Jail Gate?


    If you intervene rashly, you will be afraid that you will die without a place to bury yourself.


    Mo Hua said: "In my sect, there are ancestor Dongxu, seniors of real people, and many elders of Jindan, who all have a lot of friendship with me."


    "I also have acquaintances in the aristocratic family, and I also have friends."


    "Tell me the matter, maybe I can help you, but if you don''t say it..."


    Mo Hua looked at the black line vaguely tangled above the old man''s seal hall, and said confidently: "You may not live for two months!"


    The old man was completely shocked by the ink painting.


    He didn''t expect that the young monk in front of him would have such a wide connection.


    The key is that when he said these words, he showed a calm temperament.


    If you weren''t really capable and have connections, you would never be able to brag like this.


    This son is likely to be a child of a large family and a sect...


    No offense.


    Moreover, this young boy was right.


    The old man himself knew that if he hid like this, he would be desperate in no time.


    And his long wish has never been achieved...


    The old man looked confused and finally sighed, "Okay, my friend wants to know what he wants to know, even if I know, I will tell you everything."


    "If a friend is willing to help afterwards, it is naturally the best thing to do; if you don''t want to help, please leave safely and don''t tell me whereabouts."


    "Okay!" Mo Hua nodded.


    Although this old man, he is barely honest.


    "You are not surnamed Zhao, right?" Mo Hua said.


    The old man clasped his fists: "My friend, please forgive me. I met by chance, so it is natural that I cannot tell my true name."


    "Your surname is also Yu?"


    The old man was silent for a moment and nodded, "Yes, my surname is Yu, and my name is Yu Canghai."


    “Yu Canghai…”


    Mo Hua remembered it silently and asked again: "Who is chasing you?"


    The old man sighed, and a grimacing hatred appeared on his face: "It''s... Guishuimen..."


    "Guishuimen?"


    Ink painting was slightly stunned.


    He didn''t expect that there was something about Guishuimen in it.


    But it''s wrong...


    Mo Hua frowned, "You saw with your own eyes that the disciples of Guishuimen were chasing you?"


    The old man shook his head and said, "Guishuimen will not take action personally. They are hiding in the dark. The one who really pursues me is some of the desperate evil cultivators hired by Guishuimen."


    Mo Hua''s pupils shrank slightly, "Do you have any evidence?"


    The old man sneered, "What other evidence is needed? The current senior management of Guishuimen is the traitors of the Water Jail Sect back then. They betrayed the Water Jail Sect and surrendered to the Daoting. After the Water Jail Sect was destroyed, they stole the inheritance of the Water Jail Sect, changed their appearance, replaced it with the "Water Jail Sect" and became one of the twelve-stage Guishuimen today!"


    "There is a deep blood hatred between Guishuimen and my water sect! In order to cover up the scandals of that year, the evil animals of Guishuimen wished to kill all the descendants of my water sect!"


    The ink painting looked as usual, but his heart was shocked.


    He didn''t know that there was still this past incident between Guishuimen and the Suimen Gate.


    So, what about the Yujia Shui Village, and Guishuimen is also manipulating it?


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart:


    "The relationship between aristocratic sects is indeed complicated. If you don''t dig it yourself, you don''t know that there are so many involvements in it."


    Then Mo Hua frowned again and said, "When the Water Jail Gate was destroyed a thousand years ago, the circulating saying was... Your Water Jail Gate was "the entire sect was deviled". Is this really true?"


    The old man said, "Of course it is impossible. This is framed, it is framed!"


    The old man''s tone was very firm.


    Ke Mohua asked him what was going on.


    The old man hesitated and couldn''t explain clearly.


    I probably understand the ink painting.


    He probably didn''t know that he was just maintaining the reputation of the sect with the idea of ??"his own sect must be innocent."


    After all, that happened more than a thousand years ago. He couldn''t live for so long, and it was even more impossible to know clearly.


    "The sect of the water sect is broken. Shouldn''t it be all jailed? Why are there still successors?"


    Ink painting said curiously.


    The old man sighed, "The tree falls and the money is scattered. A sect has lush branches and leaves. There are so many elders, disciples, and in-laws who are married to various aristocratic families. They are deeply involved, so how can they really be cleared up."


    "That is, the main leader, elders and disciples of the inner sect, catch them, kill them, and just have an explanation."


    "Many other monks who have been married and have **** with me will do a little bit of care to the top and ask for some care. Even the Dao Court will only turn a blind eye and will not really pursue it to the end."


    "Some monks in our Yu family survived..."


    The old man looked lonely, "But even though that is the case, we can only escape, conceal our identities, and dare not return to Qianzhou..."


    Mo Hua asked, "Then why are you back?"


    "Because..." The old man''s expression was covered with a layer of sadness, "I''m almost dead..."


    "I was wandering outside and my life was not easy. Later, I suffered a great disaster. The Yu family''s bloodline was almost gone..."


    "I saw that my bloodline was about to be cut off, and no one could pass on the Taoist priest sect. I really had no choice but to take the risk and return to Qianzhou, hoping to find out if there were any descendants of the Yu family who were lost to that year based on clues."


    “There is no way out, and I really found it…”


    The old man looked unhappy, but instead was covered with a deeper layer of pain.


    The pupils of ink painting shrank.


    The four words "Yujia Water Village" came to my mind again.


    Then he looked at the old man with a hint of unbearableness and sympathy.


    What happened later? Mo Hua''s mind moved slightly and probably knew about it.


    The old man found the Yujia Water Village, but because of this, he exposed the fact that the Yujia Water Village was a descendant of the Water Jail Sect.


    It may not even be known to the people from Yujiashuizhai.


    Otherwise, some of the water-based Taoist laws of their ancestors would not even leave their names.


    And this old man, he found the descendants of the Yu family and the person who had a blood relationship with him.


    But it was also because of him that...


    Yujiashui Village was destroyed.


    The old man looked sad and desperate.


    He obviously knew what he had done.


    He wanted to pass on the Taoist tradition, but he did not expect that he would be extinct more completely.


    The battle for Taoism is cold and cruel.


    The old man felt a little cramped in his heart for a moment and vomited a mouthful of blood.


    Mo Hua took out a pill and handed it to him, "Is this also done by Guishuimen?"


    The old man took the elixir from Mo Hua, but did not take it, but gritted his teeth and said:


    "It must be Guishuimen!"


    "It must be these beasts!"


    "One day, I will make them pay their blood debts and blood, so that they will die without a burial place, and use their flesh and blood to pay tribute to the ancestors of my water sect!"


    Ink painting is silent.


    The old man said something a bit like a demon cultivator.


    But do not persuade others to be good without the suffering of others.


    If you fall to the same situation as him, you may be more vicious than him.


    "You haven''t told Dao Tingsi about this?" Mo Hua asked again.


    Unexpectedly, when the old man heard this, he suddenly looked ferocious, his face was sarcastic, and his voice sneered like a night owl:


    "Guess... Why can Guishuimen know my identity? Why can I find my trace? Why can I destroy the entire Yujia Shui Village in silence?"


    The pupils of Mo Hua shook and the heart became cold.


    “You mean…”


    The old man sneered, "If it is dirtier than it is, the dirtiest place in the world is probably Daotingsi..."


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