MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 680 "Black Hand"

 Chapter 680 “Black Hand”

 In the small woods on the banks of the Yanshui River.

 The dragon crossing the river, covered with scars, was kneeling on the ground.

 Cheng Mo and the other two men faced each other with solemn expressions.

The proud-looking young man in gold-threaded brocade clothes sneered to himself, and he was followed by six or seven young monks, all of whom had unkind expressions.

This young man in golden clothes and the young monks around him are all monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Mo Hua crouched in the tree invisibly. After thinking for a while, he still didn't reveal himself rashly.

Cheng Mo was sneak attacked by the young man in gold. Although he blocked the sword light, his blood was still surging, and he couldn't help but said angrily:

 “Who are you?”

 The young master in golden clothes said contemptuously: "You don't deserve to know."

Cheng Mo couldn't see how arrogant he was, and was about to scold him again. Suddenly Taixuling was shocked. He took it out and looked at it, and saw a word on it:

"Master Jin, killing them would be dirty, so we will break a few of their ribs and humiliate them..."

“So what if we break the Golden Gate? What we are doing is offering a reward from the Dao Tingsi, and we are following the order of the sect. Do you still want to rob it by force?”

But if the person who killed was a monk from an aristocratic family or a disciple of the sect, then the matter would not be so easy to resolve.

Mo Hua, who was hiding in the tree, was stunned.

 The young master in golden clothes was stunned for a moment, and his face trembled.

He glanced at the kneeling Dragon Crossing the River indifferently, and snorted coldly, "Keep our 'prey' here, and then apologize to me, and then I can forget the past and let you leave, otherwise..."

He felt that this sword energy was so familiar. It turned out that he had obtained it from Boss Jiang, the Duanjin Gate's sword technique - Duanjin Yujianjue.

 He is still practicing it himself...

They looked at each other, exchanged opinions with their eyes, and nodded slightly.

"You are a member of a noble family, and so are we. You have a sect, and so do we! What? Do you still want to kill us in this wilderness?"

 This is made from ink paintings.

It's just that he is not a sword cultivator. The Broken Gold Sword Qi he temporarily repaired was too weak, just like a "fake". It was completely different from the sharp sword Qi in the hands of the golden-clothed monk just now. I didn't think of it for a moment. …

Although he has never learned many distinctive sword techniques, he still knows a thing or two about them.

  There are many ways to escape guilt.

Beside the golden-robed young master, a young monk flattered him and said:

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would kill him if he wanted to. Even if the Tao Tingsi came to the door, he would just push the loser out to take the blame.

Yang Qianjun snorted coldly and looked sharply:

Mo Hua's eyes glanced over the group of young men in gold, with a thoughtful expression.

Situ Jian's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "It's Duanjinmen. That sword energy just now is Duanjinmen's Duanjin Sword Control Technique."

Cheng Mo was still not afraid, Yang Qianjun held a spear in his hand, and Situ Jian also said proudly:

Mr. Jin’s smile was a little distorted, and there was a light golden sharp sword energy floating on his body. “Don’t blame me for being rude and discipline you for your sect...”

Situ Jian and others also received it.

The young man in gold sneered, "You are offering a reward, but we are not?"

“You fart! You’re staring at a fart! I obviously want to grab the credit and give you face... No, I want to put gold on your **** that looks like a ‘face’!”

 There was also someone beside him who echoed with a strange tone:

“Yes, let these fledgling boys know that you need to be discerning when you go out to hang out, and you must not offend people you shouldn’t offend…”

 “Broken Golden Gate…”

"We have been keeping an eye on this **** for several days. We had him cornered and were waiting to close the net. We never thought that you little **** would step in and capture him first. You take the credit for our efforts, do you think it’s because you little brats don’t know how to behave?”

The young man in gold, who was called "Master Jin", nodded and said condescendingly:

"Well, I am not a narrow-minded person..."

Situ Jian practiced swordsmanship and knew a lot about the more prominent swordsmanship sects in Qianxue Prefecture.

 “You little bastard, you’re looking for death!”

Seeing them confusing right and wrong, Cheng Mo cursed:

 The young man in gold blushed and looked embarrassed.

“Even if they go back and complain, they will lose face.”

"Walk."

He was born in a humble family and was also a leader in the sect. When had he ever been so humiliated, his eyes could not help but look a bit cold.

The young man in gold clothes became more and more arrogant when his identity was revealed.

 Broken the Golden Gate?

 No wonder…

He really didn’t dare…

"Oh? You recognize my Broken Golden Sword Qi from Broken Golden Gate, so you have some knowledge."

He flicked his sleeves, pointed at Duan Jianglong and said:

Mr. Jin also saw their tokens and frowned, "Are you disciples of the Taixu Sect?"

  Cheng Mo and the others usually wear ordinary clothes when they go out to do tasks, and do not wear Taixu Sect's Taoist robes.

Although Mr. Jin guessed that they were disciples of a sect, he did not know which sect they were disciples from at first.

Cheng Mo held his head high, "Yes, you know I'm afraid."

Mr. Jin sneered, "It's just Taixu Gate, not one of the four major sects. Do you think you'll be afraid if we break the Golden Gate?"

 “Besides…”

Mr. Jin gave a meaningful smile and said, "Your Taixu Sect has loose rules, your disciples do not strive for advancement, and your swordsmanship is not as good as yours every year. You are no longer worthy of being ranked among the Eight Gates."

“If this continues, sooner or later, I will destroy the Golden Gate to replace it…”

Cheng Mo scolded: "You golden straw bag, you are so wishful thinking, dreaming about your mother's Spring and Autumn Dream!"

 A stern look gradually appeared in Mr. Jin’s eyes.

Situ Jian immediately held Cheng Mo down and whispered:

 “Don’t cause too much trouble, let’s go first.”

Cheng Mo reluctantly shut up.

The people on the opposite side were numerous and powerful, and their cultivation levels were high. They were obviously Duanjinmen disciples who were one year above them. It was indeed unwise to have a head-on conflict at such a disadvantage.

Cheng Mo kicked the River Crossing Dragon on the ground again, and then the four of them gathered together, holding the spiritual weapons in their hands, keeping an eye on Mr. Jin and his party, and slowly retreated out of the forest.

Seeing that they were about to go far away, a disciple of Jin Gongzi beside him asked:

 “Sir, would you like to...”

Mr. Jin looked indifferent and said, "Those from the Taixu Sect can't be moved casually. It's really making a big fuss. Breaking the Golden Gate can't protect us, unlike those small sects..."

The man cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

 After that, Mr. Jin and his party just stood there with disdain, watching Cheng Mo and the others leave.

Cheng Mo and the others walked out of the woods and got further away, all looking a little angry.

 “The **** who broke the Golden Gate!”

 “How shameless!”

“They took advantage of the strength of their numbers and snatched the people we worked so hard to capture.”

 “Six hundred points of merit!”

 Cheng Mo felt a pain in his body.

Situ Jian and the others also sighed.

 After so much effort, the meritorious service that was finally achieved was just gone.

Yang Qianjun was a little skeptical, "Didn't we accept this mission? How did the people at Broken Golden Gate know about it?"

“They didn’t accept the mission and wanted to arrest the person directly and send them to Daotingsi in exchange for a reward?”

“Or did he just happen to be passing by, and he suddenly thought that we were easy to bully, so he just started to rob us?”

Cheng Mo and others all shook their heads, looking confused.

Situ Jian was suddenly startled: "Where is the ink painting?"

 He looked around, thinking that Mo Hua was hiding around him, so they couldn't see it, so he shouted softly:

 “Little senior brother~”

 But the surroundings were empty and there was no one.

Hao Xuan took out the Taixu Ling, glanced at it, raised his head and said, "Senior brother asked us to leave first and wait for him at the ferry. He will come back to us later."

Cheng Mo wondered: "What did he do?"

Hao Xuan shook his head.

 How could he guess what the little senior brother was thinking?

 “Are we going to the ferry?” Cheng Mo asked.

Situ Jian thought for a while and couldn't guess what Mo Hua wanted to do. He shook his head and said:

"We'll wait here. It's not far from the woods. If Mo Hua is in danger, we can still provide support."

“There are many people in Duanjinmen, but even if there is a conflict and they arrest us, they will never dare to kill us. At most, we will only suffer a little.”

"But if Mo Hua is alone and caught by them, it will be hard to say..."

Although Mo Hua is also a disciple of Taixu Sect, his apparent background is that he is just a casual cultivator and has no family to rely on.

Those who broke the Golden Gate may not have any scruples.

 Cheng Mo and others nodded solemnly.

 …

In the small woods, Mo Hua was still lying on the big tree, leaning his head and looking down secretly.

It is getting late, the setting sun has set, the glow has converged, and the light in the forest has become darker.

 Cheng Mo and others left. Except for Crossing the River Dragon, only the "Jin Gongzi" and a group of "husband and dog friends" around him were left in the forest.

Mr. Jin kicked the dragon crossing the river over with one kick, then stepped on it, looking indifferently and said:

“You evil beast, you are full of evil, did you know you would be here today?”

With blood in his mouth, Dragon Crossing the River sighed, "You are a waste of the sect, you are a sanctimonious beast, how dare you bully grandpa..."

Mr. Jin exerted force on his feet. Dragon Crossing the River groaned and swallowed the rest of the curse words into his throat.

Several other Duanjinmen disciples also looked angry.

"Young Master, there is no need to chat with this beast, crush his throat, destroy his meridians, and throw him into the Taoist Office to receive the reward."

“How dare you insult me ​​and break the Golden Gate? I don’t know how to write the word ‘death’?”

Mr. Jin kicked Jiang Long again, "You evil beast, tell me! Where are your other accomplices?"

 The dragon crossing the river spat a mouthful of blood, but did not speak.

Mr. Jin frowned and ordered the disciples around him: "Scatter around and search to see if there are any accomplices of this evil beast nearby."

 “Yes, sir!”

Others took the order and gradually dispersed in groups of two or three.

The forest instantly became quiet, leaving only the domineering Mr. Jin and the scarred Dragon Crossing the River.

 The pale darkness of night filled the air, covering the forest. Mr. Jin looked around the empty forest with gloomy eyes. His consciousness scanned back and forth several times before he withdrew his foot from the dragon crossing the river and threw him a light red pill.

"have eaten."

The Dragon Crossing the River took the elixir and swallowed it, and his complexion improved instantly.

The ink painting hidden on the tree was startled when he saw it, and he softly said "Oh~" in his heart.

 “These two people… actually know each other…”

Mr. Jin couldn’t help but frown and said, looking at the embarrassed look of Dragon Crossing the River, “What a waste!”

The dragon crossing the river wants to say something else.

Mr. Jin then said: "Wait a minute."

 He casually took out two formation flags, waved his sleeves, and nailed the formation flags to the ground like darts.

On the formation flag, spiritual power circulated, and an inconspicuous pale white barrier rose, covering Mr. Jin and Guojiang Long.

 Sound isolation array?

Mo Hua blinked and muttered in his heart:

 “Quite cautiously…”

However, playing this little trick in front of yourself is a bit out of line.

With a sweep of his consciousness and a little calculation in his mind, he was able to find the gaps in spiritual power between the flow of formations and see through the flaws in the formations.

 Powerful and obscure spiritual consciousness instantly penetrated the barrier of the sound isolation array.

 The two men, Crossing the River and Long, were still unaware.

 They are talking "privately".

 “…waste!”

“…It’s not that I’m incompetent, it’s just those little devils who are too weird…”

“It’s both a fishing net and a formation…”

“When I wasn’t paying attention, I was caught in a net, fished out to the shore, and dragged into the forest, where I was besieged by those brats..."

“It’s not that I was careless, but that they acted too carefully.”

Guojianglong said: "I guess they must have someone who has given instructions. This person is hiding in the dark, planning secretly, insidious and despicable, with sophisticated methods..."

"Okay!" Mr. Jin said scornfully, "If you miss, you miss. Don't make excuses for yourself. It's not your first day out here."

Mr. Jin’s face was gloomy, “It’s really bad. Do you think the ‘young gentlemen’ will listen to your explanation?”

Mo Hua was startled.

 Young Masters?

 Why is there still a young master?

 And they are also young men?

 This Mr. Jin is not the real Master?

When Dragon Crossing the River heard the words "Young Masters", his face turned pale and his eyes were frightened.

"Yes... I was careless. I accidentally fell into the trap of those little brats and almost ruined the affairs of the young masters."

 “It’s me who is stupid...”

 The dragon crossing the river was frightened and frightened.

Mr. Jin nodded with satisfaction, but after a moment, he frowned again, "How did these sect brats find you?"

The Dragon Crossing the River looked bitter, "I don't know either..."

He practices the White Wave Technique and can move freely in the water, making waves and being lawless.

Unexpectedly, for some reason today, someone caught me, set an ambush, and dragged me from the river to the shore.

The Dragon Crossing the River recalled the incident in detail, and his heart sank, "Could it be that... someone is targeting me?"

Mr. Jin also looked ugly, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said:

 “Not quite like…”

 “If someone is really targeting you, they won’t send a few kiddies to catch you.”

“Most likely they accepted the reward from the sect to earn some merit... But if they can catch you, these little brats are quite capable.”

Mr. Jin sneered, then looked at Jiang Long indifferently and scolded:

“I asked you to keep a low profile and just kill someone. How can you be found out by the Daotingsi if your hands and feet are not clean?”

“If not, how could these sect brats catch you on the head?”

The Dragon Crossing the River was helpless, "I didn't want to either. I just wanted to cut their boat, drag those people into the water, and let the water monster eat them..."

"Unexpectedly, the man surnamed Lin actually carried the 'water-avoiding beads' with him. Several water monsters couldn't kill him. I had no choice but to use the three shark hooks to tear out his throat, leaving traces. Discovered by Daotingsi..."

 Ink painting's expression moved.

 The one with the surname "Lin"?

Among those six people, whose surname was "Lin" the young master of the family who died?

Mo Hua silently wrote down the last name, and then heard Mr. Jin over there continue:

"There has been a lot of buzz recently. I will send you to Dao Prison later, and you will 'die' inside. Dao Tingsi will close the case and seal your file. When the storm subsides, you can change your face and name." , continue to work for 'Master'..."

 The dragon across the river said: "Thank you very much, Mr. Jin, but..."

Mr. Jin said in a deep voice: "Speak."

The Dragon Crossing the River lowered his voice and said uneasily:

 “Why is the situation... so bad recently?”

“Those brothers who had shed their blood, one or two, were either caught or killed, or they were like bereaved dogs and did not dare to show their heads…”

“I can count on both hands the number of people who can still breathe and walk on the road now…”

“Even the ‘Venerable’...the Venerable who is one step away from the golden elixir and whose magic is terrifying, he..."

The dragon crossing the river looked horrified and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Mr. Jin looked serious and said with stern eyes:

“Mr. Tu guessed that we were being plotted against…”

"In so many years, there has never been any trouble, and there has never been any news. However, in just over a year, the bloodthirsty people have lost more than half of their lives one after another..."

“…They all had dirty hands and feet and left clues behind, so they were targeted by Daotingsi. Then Daotingsi issued a mission, and the disciples of the sect were responsible for arresting them in exchange for merit.”

"What's even more strange is that the person who issued the reward in this process was Daotingsi, and the people who accepted the reward were ordinary sect disciples, and they may not have known anything about it."

 “And on the surface, there are no clues.”

Mr. Jin’s tone was slightly cold:

"So I guess... there must be an invisible, huge 'black hand' manipulating all of this secretly..."

Mr. Jin is decisive.

 The ink painting on the tree couldn't help but look down at his white and tender hands and blinked in confusion.

The Dragon Crossing the River looked pale and his voice was hoarse as he asked:

“We can’t find out who the ‘mastermind’ is?”

Mr. Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, "Mr. Tu didn't say anything, but I already have a candidate in mind..."

Mo Hua was curious and couldn't help but pricked up his ears.

Mr. Jin said in a deep voice: "It is very possible that this person is Daoting Si Dian Si..."

Mr. Jin paused for a moment, his eyes sharp:

 “…Gu Changhuai!”

Mo Hua was stunned.

Mr. Jin continued: "The Gu family has served in the Daotingsi for generations. They have a pedantic temperament and are not from the same group as us."

"This Gu Changhuai is a direct descendant of the Gu family. He is a cultivator of gold elixirs. He is withdrawn, moody and unpredictable."

"And his cultivation and Taoism are all top-notch, and his strength should not be underestimated."

"Even Master Huo, who possessed forbidden arts and was considered invincible under the second-level golden elixir, died in the hands of Gu Changhuai!"

Mr. Jin’s eyes were filled with anger and fear.

“This Gu Changhuai, even if he is not the ‘mastermind’, is certainly an extremely important ‘chess piece’ in the hands of the man behind the scenes!”

 “This person must be our life and death enemy!”

The Dragon Crossing the River also believed it and nodded solemnly.

 I don’t know what to say in ink painting…

Mr. Jin glanced at the dragon crossing the river and said calmly:

"You remember my words, you must act with caution during these days."

"These days are different from the past. We can no longer leave any loopholes. If you get burned, implicate the young masters, and ruin major events, you won't even be able to die happily."

The Dragon Crossing the River pursed his lips and nodded tremblingly.

Mr. Jin was still worried and warned again:

 “Also...be stricter with your mouth.”

"No matter who asks, you can't say a word. If the question is pressing, you can just..."

Mr. Jin pointed his fingers together, crossed his neck, and signaled to the dragon crossing the river.

 The dragon crossing the river turned pale.

Mr. Jin patted him on the shoulder and said:

“Physical death does not mean real death. If you have seen some things, you should also understand..."

 The dragon crossing the river looked frightened and remained silent.

Mr. Jin nodded with satisfaction, "Remember what I said..."

There was movement outside the woods, and it seemed like someone was coming.

Mr. Jin flicked out two sword energy from his fingers, smashing the two soundproof formation flags into pieces, and then kicked the Dragon Crossing the River down with one kick.

 The dragon crossing the river fell to the ground and pretended to be unconscious.

 After a while, the Duanjinmen disciples who had just been sent to search around came back and said respectfully:

 “Sir, there are no traces of this evil beast’s companions around.”

Mr. Jin showed displeasure, and after a moment he sighed and said:

"That's all, it's enough to catch this one. Find two people and **** this 'dragon crossing the river' to Daotingsi, and we will share the reward equally."

 All the disciples of Duanjinmen looked happy, cupped their hands and said:

 “Thank you, sir!”

Mr. Jin nodded slightly, glanced at Guo Jianglong with disdain, and then walked away haughtily.

The other disciples followed him, except for two people, who set up the "unconscious" Crossing the River Dragon and escorted him to Daotingsi.

After a while, everyone in the grove left, and everything was quiet.

Mo Hua, who had been invisible all this time, jumped down from the big tree and left without anyone noticing.

He originally wanted to go directly to the ferry to meet Cheng Mo and the others, but he didn't want to leave the woods. Not long after walking, he met Cheng Mo and the others.

 Cheng Mo and the four of them were lying in ambush in the grass, staring at the grove with bright eyes, as if waiting for him.

 The ink painting feels slightly warm in the heart, and then the body shape appears.

Cheng Mo and the others were startled and asked one after another:

“Mo Hua, are you okay?”

 “I’m fine.” Mo Hua said.

 Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then Cheng Mo asked: "Are we... going back to the sect now?"

He looked a little disappointed, and Situ Jian and the others also looked a little gloomy.

　　People were robbed, and the original 120 points of merit per person were gone.

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "Don't be in a hurry, you can't go in vain."

 Everyone was startled and couldn't help but look at the ink painting.

Mo Hua said confidently: "A gentleman does not wait overnight for revenge. If they dare to rob us, we will rob them now!"

 (End of this chapter)