A hundred miles away from Tongxian City, the mountains and forests are lush and the streams are gurgling.

Above the mountain road, a caravan with more than ten people was dragging several trucks of storage cargo boxes and moving forward slowly.

Mo Hua sat in the caravan's truck, her calves swaying leisurely. While looking at the familiar but slightly unfamiliar mountain scenery nearby, she was worried about her parents, as well as her acquaintances and friends from Tongxian City. She was excited and suddenly felt a little nervous about being close to home.

From the third-grade Dali Shanzhoujie to Tongxian City.

The road was long and the road was long. The Mo Hua stopped and stopped, visited the formation master along the way and searched for the formation. It took him half a year.

He is fifteen years old now.

First-grade formation master, with early stage cultivation, fourteen-line spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual consciousness changes qualitatively, condensed like mercury.

Compared to when I left home, the ink painting grew a little taller.

The eyebrows and eyes also widened a little, and there was a hint of heroic spirit in them.

However, at the age of a teenager, it is still too young for a monk.

Ink paintings have built the foundation early. Although they have experienced many things, they still look like a innocent child like uncensored jade.

"Brother Mo, your lord, I really don't worry about you going out alone..."

An old man in the caravan couldn't help asking.

Along the way, he asked this question at least seven or eight times.

The old man was the owner of the caravan, traveling around the world and selling some spiritual stones and pills to make a living.

His surname is Zheng, and his eyes are strong, and others call him Mr. Zheng.

Tongxian City is becoming more and more prosperous, and there are more monks and vendors trading. Mr. Zheng’s caravan bought some Taoist goods and specially sold them to Tongxian City.

But he was attacked by monsters along the way, and the formation on the car was broken.

When Mo Hua met, he helped them practice the formations. They were all very simple formations, with about one-grade four or five patterns, which was not even a matter of raising hands.

But Mr. Zheng was surprised.

This young monk, at a young age, can actually repair the formation of five formation patterns...

The future will inevitably be limitless!

In order to be grateful to Ink Painting, Mr. Zheng invited Ink Painting to have a delicious meal. When he learned that the destination of Ink Painting was also in Tongxian City, he carried Ink Painting along the way.

Mo Hua was tired of walking all the way, so he just happened to be lazy and took a ride.

I ate and drank all the way, and there were people chatting, so it wasn't boring.

Anyway, it is already very close to Tongxian City, and it will not take a few days to delay.

But every time Mr. Zheng looked at the ink painting, his expression was a little incredible.

At such a young age and so talented in formation, his elders are really relieved to let him go out alone...

He wouldn't be willing to let it go if he put it on him.

Mo Hua said softly: "When I was traveling, there were people with me. Now when I come back, I am the only one..."

When I said this, there was a hint of loneliness hidden in Mo Hua's eyes.

Mr. Zheng nodded and didn't ask much.

Among the mountains and ridges, the caravan walked step by step along the winding mountain road to Tongxian City.

Mo Hua looked up and looked at the undulating Dahei Mountains in front of him, and the mountains and clouds hidden in the distance, looming in the outline of Tongxian City, silently breathing a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, I'm almost home..."

It took only a few years since he left home.

The lifespan of a monk is long, and it is not long for a few years, but for ink paintings, it seems like a long time has passed...

Now, I finally went home.

The heart of the ink painting is slightly sour.

After a few days and after traveling for dozens of miles, Mo Hua met an acquaintance.

They are some uncles of the demon hunter.

They were wearing iron armor, holding a simple sword in their hands, and were solemn and alert, chasing the monsters, and just happened to meet the caravan where Mo Hua was.

They were chasing the monsters, with iron-armored sharp blades, blood on their bodies, and murderous looks on their faces.

Seeing this, the other monks in the caravan were all on guard and looked nervous.

Mr. Zheng also felt a little cold.

This was their first time to go to Tongxian City to do business. They were unfamiliar with their lives. In a desolate place like Daheishan, they couldn't help but feel uneasy when they met a demon hunter with blood on their swords and a solemn expression on their faces.

For fear that these demon hunters would kill and rob...

They often encounter and hear such things.

What's even more difficult is that these demon hunters are obviously extremely powerful.

Although the caravan hired guards, these guards were only less than nine levels in the late stage of Qi Refining.

It is okay to deal with ordinary thieves, but it is obviously pale in front of you with a deep cultivation, excellent spiritual weapons, rich fighting experience, and blood-carried demon hunter.

Mr. Zheng was nervous, but he still tried his best to laugh:

"My fellow Taoists, my surname is Zheng. I went to Tongxian City to do some small business. I hope you can be compatible..."

He began to think about how much travel fee to pay to pass through safely and reduce losses and protect the capital...

The demon hunters didn't speak.

They are chasing monsters and saying little is the rule of hunting monsters.

Seeing that they didn't say anything, the smile on Old Zheng's face became more and more stiff.

At this moment, a demon hunter accidentally glanced at him and saw a picture-like child in a car in the caravan, looking at him with a friendly face and smiling.

He shook his eyes widened and shouted in disbelief:

"Ink...Ink painting?!!"

The demon hunter next to him glared at him.

"What are you doing? Shocked?"

"What should I do if I am alarmed that Tingfeng Wolf?"

"Old demon hunter, why don't you know these rules?"

"No...it's ink painting!"

"What kind of ink painting? Ink painting can't..."

The demon hunter was stunned when he was halfway through his words, "Mo Hua?"

"You are stupid, Isn't the Mohua..."

Then in a blink of an eye, he also saw the innocent and innocent ink painting in the caravan with a smile on his face.

Mo Hua waved to them and smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Sun, Uncle Zhou...I'm back!"

Everyone was stunned and then looked ecstatic.

"That's right!"

"What a ink painting!"

"Ink painting!!"

"Who said quietly, don't scare the wolf away..."

"Who cares about that broken wolf? It does whatever it wants..."

The ink painting is a bit funny and hilarious.

"Mo Hua, wait, let's clean up, and I'll send you back to Tongxian City..." The demon hunter said enthusiastically.

Mo Hua looked at them and saw that they were covered with blood on their sword armor. Although their eyes were firm, they were covered with wind and frost. It was obvious that they had been chasing monsters for a long time and had experienced fighting. They were probably about to end.

Mo Hua shook his head and said:

"Uncle, you guys hunt monsters first, no need to worry, I'll go back with the caravan."

"Let's go back to our house, I'll invite you to drink!"

Mo Hua patted her little chest and said.

The demon hunters laughed, but they were not pretentious.

With the ability to paint ink, they really don’t need to give it to you.

"Okay, we slaughtered the wolf and went back. There were some fresh monster meats, all of which were just killed. Take them back for you to taste."

The demon hunter smiled.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.
To be continued...