The demon hunter began to search the mountain at night, but Mo Hua did not go there.
Neither Mo Shan nor Elder Yu would let him go.
Because there may be a conflict with the Qian family, it is dark and windy at night, and it will be more dangerous in Daheishan.
Although Mo Hua wasn’t afraid, he didn’t want to take risks, so he just stayed at home and practiced the formation.
Early the next morning, Mo Shan came back, looking tired and stained with rain and dew, but there were no injuries and no signs of having been touched.
“Didn’t find it?” Mo Hua asked.
Mo Shan nodded, “The Qian family hides it very deeply, there is no trace at all.”
“How about taking me there tonight.”
Mo Shan frowned, “It’s very dangerous.”
Mo Hua said: “I will stay in the camp and not go out.”
“Then what are you going to do?” Mo Shan was a little confused.
Mo Hua chuckled and said, “We’ll know when the time comes.”
Mo Shan thought for a moment and agreed.
With the body skills of ink painting, as long as there is no melee with the Qian family, facing a situation where the sword has no eyes and the spiritual power is flying around, just staying in the outer mountain is enough to protect oneself.
The sky is getting dark, and the Daheishan Mountains are hazy and covered with a layer of black gauze.
Ink Hua followed the demon hunter up the mountain. The mountain was so dark that he could not see his fingers.
Only the cold and wet mountain wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the howls of monsters are heard in the distance.
Mo Shan took Mo Hua to a camp, closed the door, lit a lamp, took out a fur blanket, and wrapped Mo Hua into a small rice dumpling.
“It’s cold in the mountains at night, don’t freeze.”
Mo Hua revealed his little head from the blanket and nodded.
“Be careful and try not to go out. If you encounter danger, just set off your fireworks and a demon hunter will come over.”
Mo Shan warned him tirelessly.
Mo Hua nodded again, “Don’t worry, Dad, I’m familiar with Waishan.”
He hunted monsters and drank blood, looked for spices, mined ores, gathered herbs, and made maps, countless times.
In his eyes, the mountains outside are almost the same as his own yard.
Although Daheishan is more dangerous at night, Mo Hua’s spiritual consciousness is also strong, so as long as he is careful, there will generally be no big problems.
What’s more, there are many demon hunters in the outer mountains, all looking for traces of the Qian family, and they have many acquaintances.
Mo Shan shook his head with a smile and touched Mo Hua’s little head, “I’m leaving first, be careful with yourself.”
After Mo Shan left, Mo Hua opened the storage bag, took out the compass of Sinan’s mother formation and put it aside.
After that, he let go of his consciousness, checked the surroundings, and confirmed that there was nothing unusual. Then he took out his pen and ink and drew a new formation on the camp gate.
The formation is a complex formation that includes a solid earth formation, which can strengthen the earth and stone and make the gate more indestructible.
After all, Mo Hua was going to spend the night in the camp.
As a formation master, you can feel at ease only if you stay in the formation you draw.
Mo Hua thought silently.
Then he took out the beef and fruit stuffing and ate and drank while using the light to learn the Yipinjiu pattern formation while looking at the Sinan mother formation compass with his peripheral vision.
Just spent the night peacefully.
Nothing happened.
Early the next morning.
After searching the mountain all night, Mo Shan, who looked exhausted, felt somewhat uncomfortable when he saw Mo Hua, who was well fed and drunk, and calm and relaxed.
“Are you coming again tomorrow night?” Mo Shan asked.
Mo Hua nodded, “It’s coming.”
In this way, on the second and third nights, Mo Hua followed Mo Shan into Dahei Mountain and stayed in the camp for one night.
But still nothing happened.
Until the fourth night, when Mo Hua was holding a small blanket, eating lamb, and reading the array book, a light spot suddenly appeared on the side of the Sinan Mother Array compass.
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up.
coming! Showed off!
When monks from the Qian family go into the mountains, they can avoid the monster hunters, but they may not necessarily be able to avoid the monsters.
As long as you encounter monsters, there will definitely be a battle.
It’s just that this kind of battle doesn’t necessarily happen every day, so you need a little patience and wait and see.
Today, this rabbit ran into Mo Hua’s arms.
Mo Hua spread out the map, looked at Sinan’s mother formation, and quickly determined the location.
It is a small hill at the junction of the outer mountain and the inner mountain. It is very desolate and rarely visited by monks.
Mo Hua turned off the lights, packed his things, and left the camp.
The moonlight outside was hazy, the trees in the mountains were heavily shadowed, and everything as far as the eye could see was dark.
Mo Hua closed his eyes and raised his consciousness to the extreme.
The surroundings turned from pitch black to white in an instant.
After a while, Mo Hua opened his eyes and walked in one direction.
There was a demon hunter there, carefully searching the mountain.
Mountain God Lin Mao, the demon hunter was concentrating on searching the mountain, when he suddenly noticed a small hand patting his shoulder, which scared him so much that he almost lost his soul.
Mo Hua quickly shushed and shouted: “Uncle Wu.”
The demon hunter calmed down after hearing Mo Hua’s voice, but his heart was still pounding.
“Mo Hua, oh… stop, you scared me to death.”
Mo Hua was confused, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder. Could this be scary…
We are all adults, can’t we be more stable?
The demon hunter came back to his senses and whispered: “Why are you here? Didn’t your father ask you to stay in the camp?”
“I’m looking for my dad.” Mo Hua said.
“Oh.” The demon hunter nodded and said, “Your father is on the mountain rock.”
“Thank you Uncle Wu.”
The demon hunter surnamed Wu looked at the ink painting and said worriedly: “The night is dark and windy, and the mountains are dangerous. Do you want me to send you there?”
Mo Hua shook his head, “No, I can do it. Uncle Wu, please do your work.”
The demon hunter nodded, “When you encounter danger, just shout and I will come over.”
Mo Hua thanked him again, and then walked towards Dashanyan.
After Mo Hua left, the demon hunter continued to search the mountain. Suddenly he was startled: “Why is there no sound at all when Mo Hua walks?”
It was as if his feet were not touching the ground and something was holding him up to walk.
And just now, why didn’t he notice Mo Hua at all when he came over?
Whether it was consciousness, breath or sound, he didn’t notice it…
When the cold wind blows in the mountains, the trees make a gloomy sound.
The demon hunter felt a chill in his heart, and he couldn’t help but shudder again.
“Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore. If I think about it again, I will really scare my soul away…”
The demon hunter shook his head hard, concentrated his attention, and began to continue searching.
On the other side, the ink painting is rushing forward.
A faint spiritual power, like water patterns, rested on the soles of his feet.
This way, the body is light, makes no noise, and is faster.
When Mo Hua arrived at the mountain rock, he let go of his consciousness, and sure enough, he found traces of his father Mo Shan not far away on the left.
Mo Shan was also looking for clues carefully, and suddenly he felt something. He raised his head and saw a small figure walking towards him.
“Hua’er?”
“Dad.” Mo Hua walked to Mo Shan’s side in a few steps.
“Didn’t I ask you to stay in the camp?” Mo Shan was a little worried.
“I see.”
Mo Shan was stunned, “What do you know?”
“I know where the spiritual mine is!”
(End of chapter)