Asking About Longevity: Chapter 444 Attack the stronghold
Chapter 444 Attacking the Stronghold
Yan Jiaoxi was a little shocked when he looked at the formations drawn in ink.
Mo Hua looked at Yan Jiaoxi and was equally shocked.
With a square face and strict teaching skills, he can deceive people without blinking an eye.
Not only did he lie and deceive Zhang Quan, he also covered himself and dispelled Zhang Quan's concerns.
It is true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.
Mo Hua found that he had underestimated Yan Jiaoxi.
But will Yan Jiaoxi really help Zhang Quan spread the dust formation?
The ink painting is a bit curious.
If an array of dust manifestations is really set up in the zombie village, although I can still find a way to sneak in, it will take a lot of trouble.
Yan Jiaoxi prepared the "Chenchen Formation" when he returned.
Mo Hua went back with him and understood it at a glance.
What Yan Jiaoxi prepared was not the Chenchen Formation at all, but a rather uncommon and not very useful five-line earth formation.
When this formation is activated, there will be some dust, but there will be no hidden effect at all.
Looks like it, but it’s not the case at all.
Yan Jiaoxi relied on the fact that most of the monks in the zombie village were "formation blind", so he blatantly deceived them...
Mo Hua’s little face was serious, and he concluded in his heart:
Sure enough, we still need to read more, gain more knowledge, and learn more knowledge about Taoism.
If you lie to others so blatantly, no one else will notice.
Otherwise, you may be deceived by others without even realizing it.
Mo Hua was a little worried immediately.
It is risky for Yan Jiaoxi to do this.
Once discovered and Zhang Quan suspects and even holds a grudge, it will be difficult for Yan Jiaoxi to escape, and his life may be in danger.
Yan Jiaoxi took this risk to protect himself...
Yan Jiaoxi must be rescued as soon as possible, then destroy the zombie camp, capture Zhang Quan, and steal his bell.
Mo Hua nodded, and then quietly left the zombie village without anyone noticing.
After leaving the zombie village, Mo Hua found Bai Zixi nearby.
Bai Zixi was hugging her knees, sitting under a stone, holding a branch in her delicate hands, drawing something on the ground. Occasionally she raised her head and glanced in the direction of the zombie village.
When Mo Hua was approaching invisibly, Bai Zixi suddenly raised his head, looked at the empty place, and said in a gentle voice:
“Junior brother?”
The ink painting showed the figure, and he said doubtfully:
“Senior sister, can you see through my concealment technique?”
Bai Zixi shook his head, "I guessed."
Mo Hua obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't ask in detail. Instead, he turned his eyes and looked at the ground.
He remembered what the little senior sister had just drawn on the ground.
The ground is covered with a layer of soft soil.
What Bai Zixi just drew on it was a bunch of smiling little faces, one next to another, with eyes but no eyebrows, a mouth but no nose.
“Senior sister, what are you drawing?” Mo Hua asked curiously.
Bai Zixi pointed at the ink painting, "You."
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Me?"
"Yeah." Bai Zixi nodded slightly and said, "Draw one every hour. Let's see how long you can let me wait."
Mo Hua was a little stunned. He was eavesdropping inside and it took a little longer without realizing it. He forgot that the young senior sister was still outside to answer him.
Then Mo Hua looked at the little face on the ground and whispered:
“I’m not that ugly either…”
Bai Zixi frowned slightly and said a little angrily:
“You think my painting is ugly?”
Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly, "Not ugly, not ugly."
Bai Zixi nodded with satisfaction and asked again:
“Have you asked about everything?”
Mo Hua thought for a while and replied: "We have heard some information, but they have been discovered. We can only find a way to strike first."
"OK."
Bai Zixi glanced at the ink painting, erased all the little faces on the ground, and then said: "Let's go."
"Um."
Mo Hua nodded and looked at the ground before leaving.
There is a smiling face on the ground. The lines are simple and the brushwork is natural. The smile outlined at the corner of the mouth is also innocent and simple.
Looking at it makes people feel happy.
Mo Hua couldn’t help but wonder, what was the young senior sister thinking about when she drew these little faces?
What expressions did she have when she drew these little faces?
Are they like these little faces with a smile on their lips?
What does it look like when little senior sister smiles?
The ink painting is a bit dazed.
“Junior brother?”
Bai Zixi turned around and saw Mo Hua standing still, so he shouted.
"oh."
Mo Hua came back to his senses, smiled with squinted eyes, used his skills, and followed immediately.
After leaving the zombie village, Mo Hua found Situ Fang.
Bai Zisheng has already told Situ Fang about the matter.
Situ Fang said: "I wrote a letter back to the family and informed Elder Jin about the matter. The family also agreed to destroy the zombie village..."
“The name of Daotingsi will be used for this matter, but the people actually called upon are the personnel of my Situ family.”
Mo Hua nodded.
Daotingsi's manpower is not at ease, and if they want to wipe out the zombie village, Daotingsi will definitely not have enough manpower.
But the Situ family...
Mo Hua asked again: "How many monks will the Situ family mobilize?"
“More than two hundred.”
Mo Hua was slightly shocked, "So many?"
Nanyue City is just a small fairy city, and Situ Fang only came here to practice, but he was able to mobilize so many monks.
And this is not an ordinary monk, but a monk who is good at killing, can participate in annihilation, and is proficient in Taoism.
Situ Fang said: "I used my father's connections." Mo Hua wondered: "Could it be that some troops are mobilized..."
“More than two hundred monks, are you okay...” Situ Fang said.
“No,” Mo Hua thought for a while and then said more straightforwardly:
"This matter is actually not good for the Situ family..."
Family traditions are also very different among families.
Some families are only interested in profit, exploiting and bullying others.
But there are also some families with upright family traditions, and the children in the family are jealous of evil. Once the children in the family violate the ancestral precepts and do wrong, they will be severely punished.
What's worse, the family tree will be deleted and the family will be expelled.
But even if the Situ family behaves in an upright manner, it is unlikely that they would use so many manpower for such an irrelevant matter as the Nanyue City Walking Corpse Village.
Situ Fang hesitated for a moment and felt that there was no need to hide it, so he said to Mo Hua:
“It’s not very good for the Situ family, but it’s good for me.”
There is something unclear about the ink painting.
Situ Fang explained:
“The status of a family disciple is not only based on cultivation and talent.”
“The experience of family disciples is actually a kind of assessment.”
“Whoever performs well in the training, makes great contributions, and makes more achievements will be more valued, and his status in the clan will be higher in the future.”
“This time it was my father who, for the sake of my future, used his connections and mobilized some family members.”
“If they can make a contribution in wiping out the zombie village, the Situ family will skip the Daoting Division in Nanyue City and report directly to the Daoting.”
Of course this is only part of the reason.
Situ Fang glanced at Mo Hua and the others.
His father agreed to it, to a certain extent, for the sake of the three people in Mo Hua.
A promising formation master and two sons of a wealthy family, even if they don't deliberately win over each other, they still need to have a good relationship.
Thinking of this, Situ Fang felt a little ashamed and said:
“So I have selfish motives for this matter…”
Mo Hua nodded and understood, but he didn’t care, but said confidently:
“As long as you can wipe out the zombie village, you have done something good and it is natural to get some benefits.”
“Uncle Zhang Lan once told me that in this world, some people do bad things and get benefits, but they are praised by others; some people do good things and get some benefits, but they are criticized by others..."
“This is definitely not right.”
“People have selfish motives, so Sister Situ, there is no need for you to take this matter to heart.”
Situ Fang was slightly startled when he heard the words, and felt a little relieved. Then he said in surprise:
“Zhang Lan has also said such things to you?”
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, trying to restore Zhang Lan’s image:
“Uncle Zhang is not always idle, careless, and out of tune...”
Situ Fang hesitated.
Are you praising him or hurting him...
Situ Fang then remembered something and frowned again:
“I just don’t know how strong the zombie village is... I don’t know if the two hundred monks from the Situ family can wipe it out.”
Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit reluctant."
Situ Fang couldn't help but ask: "How do you know?"
“I went in and looked, and I even counted how many coffins there were.” Mo Hua said matter-of-factly.
Situ Fang was startled and hesitated to speak. After a while, he sighed helplessly:
“You are so brave.”
His ability is really not small.
You can go into the village where Zhi cultivates Zhi and find out the details.
Situ Fang looked at the ink paintings at a young age, his eyes became more and more incredible.
Mo Hua didn’t know what Situ Fang was thinking, but he counted the strength of the zombie village to Situ Fang with his fingers:
“I’ve figured it all out…”
“In the zombie village, there is only one foundation builder, Zhang Quan.”
“But there were four or five iron corpses.”
“These iron corpses are not as strong as Zhuji, but their skin is as hard as iron. If they really fight, they will not be at a disadvantage.”
"Besides, there are not many living people in the zombie village, only about two hundred."
“Some of them are robbers here. They bully the weak and fear the strong, so they are easy to deal with.”
“The rest are corpse cultivators…”
“The corpse cultivators who refine corpses have average cultivation and Taoist skills, just like Zhang Quan, but the tricky thing is that they can control corpses..."
“Once the corpse cultivator controls the zombies, even if one person only controls two or three zombies, the strength of the zombie village will double or even triple, which will cause big trouble.”
“In addition, there are formations in the village. These formations, although..."
I originally wanted to say that the ink painting was "not very clever", but then I thought that this formation was taught by a strict teacher.
Yan Jiaoxi already has the strength of a first-grade formation master. For ordinary second-grade states, this level of formation attainment is already quite impressive.
Mo Hua then changed his words and said: "Although... it is still very difficult. With the blessing of the formation, the entire mountain stronghold is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we attack by force, there will definitely be many casualties..."
…
The ink painting has completely stripped away the old bottom of the zombie village.
Situ Fang opened her mouth wide, not knowing what to say.
If she hadn't known Mo Hua, she would have almost thought that Mo Hua was the "owner" of the Walking Dead Village.
What did this kid Mo Hua do?
Can you find out the zombie village so clearly?
But this must involve the technique of ink painting or Taoism. Situ Fang felt that it would be better not to ask.
For the sake of ink painting, the less people know about it, the safer it is, including yourself.
Then Situ Fang frowned again.
With this calculation, if you want to wipe out the zombie village, it will not only be "reluctant", but the chance of winning is probably extremely low.
Even adding Nanyue City Tao Tingsi will not work.
Moreover, even if they win, I'm afraid it will be a miserable victory. I don't know how many monks of the Situ family will be killed or injured.
Situ Fang couldn't bear it.
These monks were mobilized through his father's connections.
Even though they are all Qi refining monks, their lives during the Qi refining period are also fate.
In the future, it is possible for them to build a foundation, even cultivate a golden elixir, and become a support to the family.
If they were all buried here in the Walking Corpse Village...
Situ Fang frowned, and suddenly saw the ink painting's relaxed expression, and said doubtfully:
“Is there anything else you can do?”
Mo Hua rolled his big eyes, smiled brightly, nodded and said, "Yes!"
(End of this chapter)