Chapter 272 Asking for Directions

Mo Hua walked carefully on the invisible road between the cliffs.

After a cup of tea, Mo Hua finally reached the other side.

After climbing up the opposite cliff, the moment his feet landed, the fog around him suddenly became heavier, and the miasma was so strong that it made people dizzy.

Mo Hua quickly took out two miasma-repelling pills and swallowed them, circulating his spiritual power and refining the medicinal power, and then he felt a little more comfortable.

Looking around, he found himself in a small forest, and there was no one around.

Except that the fog was heavier and the miasma was more poisonous, it was no different from the inner mountain.

"Where are those sinners? Are they not here?"

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

Mo Hua walked around carefully for a while and found that the sunlight was blocked by the fog, and the forest was hazy. He couldn't tell the direction and didn't know where he had walked.

The most important thing was that there was no trace of the cultivators.

Mo Hua sat on the ground, a little confused.

Did he guess wrong?

It shouldn't be...

Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly felt strange.

On the other side of the cliff, the sun was shining brightly, and the fog was not heavy at this time. But on this side of the deep mountain, there was a stone road between them. Why was the fog so deep?

The difference in sunlight on both sides was not big. Logically speaking, even if the fog was heavier, it would not be so thick.

Mo Hua released his spiritual sense and took a closer look, and suddenly frowned.

There was some spiritual power interweaving faintly in the fog, like lines, condensing around.

Ordinary cultivators might not be able to detect it, but Mo Hua could tell at a glance that this was the array pattern drawn by the array master!

Mo Hua suddenly realized.

The fog in the deep mountains was not so heavy. It was the array of the array master that made the fog in the deep mountains so thick that you couldn't see your fingers.

Mo Hua was refreshed. He followed the position of the array pattern and found a big tree. He took out a dagger and chiseled the bark.

The dry bark was chiseled open, and there was indeed a formation hidden inside.

The formation has nine patterns, and it is a first-class formation. The formation pattern is mainly based on water, with some changes in the brushwork and a somewhat unfamiliar form.

Mo Hua has never seen it before, but he guessed it should be a fog formation.

The function of the formation is to condense water vapor and make it float on the surface of the forest, forming a long-lasting fog.

Mo Hua felt it was novel, and seeing that there was no one around, he took out a pen and paper and copied the formation stroke by stroke.

Generally, it is best to use a formation diagram to learn the formation.

There are detailed formation patterns on the formation diagram, including the order of strokes, the proportion of ink, the type of formation pattern, the structure of the formation hub, and other precautions.

It is relatively difficult to reversely deduce its painting method through a ready-made formation.

However, no matter how difficult it is, it is just an ordinary first-class formation. The formation pattern is a bit special, but it is also within the scope of the five-element formation, which is nothing to Mo Hua.

After drawing it five or six times, Mo Hua mastered it and had a good idea in his mind.

The fog can deceive people, but the array is fixed and cannot deceive people, especially Mo Hua.

Not only in the bark, but also on the ground, rocks, and bushes around, there are scattered arrays of arrays.

According to the direction of the array, he can roughly infer the path in the fog.

With this thought, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly became clear.

He didn't need to care about the fog, as long as he used the array in the fog as a signpost, he would not get lost.

The array master who set up the array wanted to confuse the direction with the fog.

But the array he set up helped Mo Hua find the direction.

Mo Hua put away the paper and pen, released his spiritual sense, sensed the location of the array, and began to walk into the deep mountains.

After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly thought that if others could set up arrays, he could do it too.

In his storage bag, there were still some stone needles with Si Nan Zi arrays drawn on them, which were not used up in the inner mountain, and they were just right to be set up along the road.

If there is an unexpected situation, he can also know it in advance.

Everything is prepared, otherwise it will be useless.

It is better to be prepared in advance than to be caught off guard when in danger.

Mo Hua walked along the direction of the fog array, and inserted the Si Nan stone needle in a hidden position.

As he walked, Mo Hua gradually became familiar with the road in the fog forest.

But after walking for a long time, he still didn't see any traces of the sin cultivators.

Mo Hua frowned. Did he neglect something? Or are these sin cultivators hiding deep enough?

Should I go back first? Come back and see next time?

While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard footsteps.

Mo Hua was startled. Seeing that there were no rocks and grass everywhere, and the grass and trees were not deep, he could not hide. He took two steps at a time and walked vertically to a big tree beside him with the help of the water-passing step.

Mo Hua lay on the branch of a tree, and then he realized that he had used the art of concealment. Ordinary Qi-refining cultivators could not see him, and his spiritual sense could not sense him.

But it is always better to be cautious than to be safe.

What if it is a foundation-building cultivator?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the outlines of two figures in the fog were vaguely visible, mixed with some vague conversations.

"Brother... This is the road, you didn't lie to me."

"Don't worry, it's right."

"This fog is too damn thick... We've been walking for a long time..."

"If the fog is not thick, won't we be discovered?"

"... Can we go in?"

"What? Don't you believe me?"

...

When they got closer, they saw two cultivators, one fat and one thin, both of whom were in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were not in the Foundation Establishment stage, it would be fine.

Even if a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage saw through his concealment technique, he would have a way to deal with it.

Moreover, a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage could not see through his concealment technique unless he had the foundation building consciousness.

Mo Hua looked carefully again and found that the fog was hazy and he could not see the faces of the two people clearly. However, he saw that the two people were dressed differently, one had a shrill voice and the other had a willful voice, and they acted a little sneaky. They should not be good people.

"Could it be a sinner?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up. If it was a sinner, then there would be a clue.

Even if it was not a sinner in the deep mountains, he must know the way in the deep mountains.

The fat and thin monks walked side by side, and Mo Hua stepped down the tree lightly and followed behind them.

The two walked and chatted all the way, not realizing that they were being followed.

The fat and thin monks wandered around in the mist forest, looking at the map and pointing out the mountain road. After turning a few mountain passes and walking in front of a big tree stump, they stopped.

"Is it here?" asked the thin monk.

"Yes." The fat monk nodded.

"What should we do next?"

"Wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait until midnight."

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but think of the sentence:

At midnight, ask for directions.

It seems that they are from other places and want to seek refuge with the sinners in the mountains.

Mo Hua frowned. Does he have to wait with them?

It's getting late, and he wants to go back early.

But it has come to this point. If we don't follow them, the clues will be cut off. If we look for them again in the future, we probably won't have this chance.

"Wait..."

Mo Hua also waited patiently.

It was almost noon. The fat and thin monks were bored waiting and felt hungry, so they took out their dry food and started eating.

The thin man ate a few bites and couldn't help but spit out:

"It's dry and hard, like eating bird shit, it's really fucking painful!"

The fat monk glanced at him lightly, "It's good to have something to eat, otherwise you still want to go to the Taoist prison to eat prison food?"

The thin monk smiled and said, "You can't eat prison food for a few meals, I guess you will have to eat the last meal of execution."

The fat monk shook his head.

The thin monk suddenly asked, "Brother, how many lives have you taken?"

The fat monk thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "About six."

The thin monk gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are really awesome. I only have four."

After that, he counted, "An old man over a hundred years old, a monk in his thirties, a female monk, and her child."

The fat monk was slightly surprised, "Do you count the child too?"

"If not, there are only three. I'm afraid it will embarrass you, brother."

"It doesn't matter." The fat monk patted his shoulder, "Follow me in the future, into this deep mountain, you can eat delicious food and drink spicy food, you can have whatever you want, and no one will look down on you."

The thin monk was overjoyed, "Then I'll rely on you, brother!"

The fat monk took out a package from his arms, which contained a piece of dried meat and a pot of wine.

"I left this here on purpose. We brothers met by chance, and we escaped from the hands of Daotingsi's lackeys. We traveled thousands of miles to this deep mountain. It's worth celebrating after all the hardships."

The thin monk's eyes lit up, "Brother is really thoughtful."

The two of them shared the meat and drank wine. They were not full, nor did they have enough wine, but they were satisfied.

After eating, the fat monk found that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. He suddenly frowned and pointed to one side and said:

"There seems to be something at that tree stump."

The thin monk was slightly drunk and was puzzled when he heard this. He stood up and went forward to check.

The fat monk quietly walked behind the thin monk, took advantage of his unpreparedness, and suddenly drew his sword, stabbing him through the heart with one sword.

While the thin monk was puzzled, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a sword tip exposed in front of his chest. His heart vein had been pierced, and then the sword tip was pulled out, and blood gushed out.

He turned around slowly, with an unbelievable look on his face.

The fat monk looked cold, "Good brother, this meal of wine and meat is also the last meal of execution."

The thin monk's eyes were filled with grief and anger. He wanted to struggle, but the fat monk grabbed his throat, pressed his backhand on the wooden stake, and cut off his head with a sword.

The head rolled down, blood splattered all over the ground, and also splattered the fat monk's clothes red.

The fat monk didn't care.

"We are brothers. You drink my wine and eat my meat. It shouldn't be too much for me to lend you my head."

After saying that, he walked forward, picked up the head that was still open in death, and threw it towards the dark mountain wall in the distance.

The head fell to the ground with a sound, and the mountain wall suddenly disappeared.

A bloody and gloomy mountain gate appeared, with three ancient characters on it:

Black Mountain Village.

Thanks for the reward from Dark Night Starry Morning~

This book is not a Gou Daowen.

The protagonist will be more cautious in doing things, but will not be cautious for the sake of being cautious.

If there is something that needs to be done, even if it is difficult or risky, the protagonist will try his best to do it.

There will be a recommendation in a few days, and I will update more at that time.

Finally, thank you all for your support, and I wish you all happy every day~