In addition, there is another issue that ink painting is more concerned about.

During class break, under a shady big tree in Demon Refining Mountain.

Mo Hua looked around and saw no one else, then whispered: "You two were arrested in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, does that mean that in your sect..."

Mo Hua paused and lowered his voice, "...Is there a traitor?"

Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu both had complicated expressions.

After a while, Linghu Xiao also whispered: "Elder Shangguan didn't let me tell anyone, but..."

But ink painting is not an outsider either.

What's more, Mo Huaben knows everything about the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Linghuxiao continued: "Elder Shangguan... suspects that some disciples and even elders in the sect have secretly communicated with other sects and betrayed information about their own disciples."

"He said that he had reported it to the ancestor. The ancestor was furious and the Chongxu Sect would conduct a thorough investigation secretly. He asked me to keep my mouth shut and not let the news leak out."

Mo Hua nodded.

It's hard to say what the specific situation will be now.

It is possible that an outright traitor has appeared within Chongxu Sect, betraying the sect and seeking personal gain.

It is also possible that it was simply because Linghuxiao was so talented that some old-school elders were jealous and fearful, so they betrayed the information about Linghuxiao and wanted to use others' help to get rid of this promising swordsman genius.

If Linghu Xiao can grow up and take the lead, it will naturally be a good thing for Chongxumen.

But sometimes, the interests of the sect are not in line with the interests of some elders.

Some people just want to lie on the sect and suck blood.

It doesn't mean much to them whether the sect is growing stronger or not. Once the sect declines, they will just change their tune and find another force to attract them.

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu again.

Ouyang Mu looked a little confused.

"That day, I really didn't know anything..."

"I was just practicing normally in the Disciples' Residence. I felt a little sleepy and took a nap. When I woke up, I found myself in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."

"Have you come into contact with anyone suspicious before this?" Mo Hua asked.

Ouyang Mu thought for a while and shook his head.

"Have you ever taken any pills?"

"Yes." Ouyang Mu nodded, "But they are all elixirs used for normal practice, such as the Peiyuan Pill and the Spirit Gathering Pill."

Mo Hua frowned slightly and suddenly remembered something, "Are these pills all your own?"

"Some of them are my own, and some..." Ouyang Mu thought for a while, and suddenly he was startled, "Senior Brother Ma gave them to me..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

really……

That day at the foot of the mountain, he met Senior Brother Ma from Tai'amen walking with Xiao Mu. He said that he was entrusted by Senior Brother Ouyang Feng to send some pills for practice, spiritual weapons and jade slips to Xiao Mu.

At that time, he felt that there was something vaguely evil about this "Senior Brother Ma".

At first he thought he might have contracted it accidentally.

Now it seems that this Senior Brother Ma may have a problem.

"Where are those pills?" Mo Hua asked.

"I left it all to my brother."

"Senior Brother Feng?"

"Well," Ouyang Mu replied, "after I returned from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, my brother went to my room, took away some things, and said he wanted to check."

Mo Hua nodded.

Senior Brother Feng is mature and steady, and has a delicate mind. Apparently he has also discovered something.

In this case, it's not easy for him to interfere.

Moreover, this is an internal matter within Tai'amen and Chongxu Sect, and has nothing to do with him, a young disciple of Tai'anmen. After all, he is not a junior fellow apprentice of Tai'amen and Chongxu Sect.

After the class, the disciples will be free to hunt monsters.

Ouyang is dull and doesn't have a good relationship with his classmates.

Linghuxiao is lonely and not very gregarious.

So this one, a direct descendant of the Tai'amen and a genius of the Chongxu Sect, got mixed up with the disciples of the Taixu Sect.

The elders of Tai'amen and Chongxumen could only sigh when they saw it, but they were helpless.

…

In the next few days, Mo Hua was in the Demon Refining Mountain and unexpectedly met Song Jian.

This was also the first time Mo Hua met Song Jian since the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Song Jian has not changed much. He is wearing a golden Broken Golden Gate Taoist robe and a precious spiritual sword. He has fair skin and a pretty face.

What has changed is his followers.

During these days in Kinmen, the situation was turbulent.

After the incident in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the Jin family stepped down and the Song family came to power. They began to reshuffle the cards, squeeze out the Jin family monks, and support the Song family's power, thereby gradually controlling the right to speak in Duanjinmen.

The Jin family has declined, and the Song family is no longer what it used to be.

As for Song Jian, as the core direct descendant of the Song family and the "child of a hero" in the chaos in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he was naturally highly regarded.

Now when he goes out, the number of followers is almost twice as many as before.

Even some members of the Jin family, in order to survive, are willing to be his "followers" and try to please him in every possible way.

When Song Jian goes out now, he is extremely impressive.

However, seeing the ink paintings, Song Jian's majestic demeanor couldn't help but restrain himself a little. His expression was a little complicated for a while, and he hesitated to speak several times.

"ink……"

Before he opened his mouth, other disciples of Duanjinmen sneered:

"That boy from the Taixu Sect in front! He doesn't know what's good and what's good, and he dares to block Mr. Song's way."

"That's right, if you don't get out of the way, we'll make you walk around without food..."

"Get out of the way quickly!"

Song Jian's followers all said with arrogance.

The expression in the ink painting is subtle.

The Taixu Sect destroyed the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and caused the Jin family to step down, so that the Song family could take over.

But the Song family's attitude toward Taixu Sect seems to be no different from that of the Jin family.

This is not only true for the upper levels of Duanjinmen, but also for the disciples of Duanjinmen below.

What's more, they were doing evil and causing trouble in the Demon Refining Mountain, and almost all of them were beaten by Taixu Sect disciples who were "fully armed" with formations by Mo Hua, so they were quite hostile to Taixu Sect.

When they saw Mo Hua wearing Taixu Sect Taoist robes, they naturally looked at him unkindly.

But they don't know who Mo Hua is.

Ink painting hides behind the scenes and rarely shows up.

Therefore, these Duanjinmen disciples did not know that the "mastermind" behind the losses they suffered at the hands of Taixumen was the young monk in front of them.

When they met at this time, they just thought Mo Hua was a young disciple of the Taixu Sect and yelled at him.

Mo Hua's temper isn't that good either.

It’s not like he hasn’t beaten the disciples of Duanjinmen.

Just when he was thinking about whether to call someone to teach these blind Jinmen disciples a lesson.

Song Jian suddenly said: "Ink painting!"

He pulled out a sword, pointed at the ink painting and sneered:

"When you offended me, you destroyed the sword embryo that I had nurtured for eighteen years and used to cast my natal magic weapon. I remember this account clearly. Today I will avenge this sword!"

The losers next to them shouted:

"Why should the young master take action personally to deal with such little things?"

"I only need to make a slight move to kill him with my sword!"

"This little bastard from the Taixu Sect can be easily controlled with a backhand. I am willing to do my best for you and avenge this sword!"

"Master, I am willing to take action!"

Song Jian's eyes were cold, "How can you interfere with my hatred?"
To be continued...