"Do we have a life-long friendship?"

"That's right..."

Song Jian hesitated.

"Isn't that enough," Mo Hua said, "It's a long road, and searching up and down must be an extremely long process. The most important thing is to have 'like-minded' fellow Taoists who can help each other and achieve mutual benefit!"

"I've saved your life, but you still don't believe me?"

Song Jian hesitated, "But... we have different positions after all."

"What position?"

"The sects are different..."

"What does this have to do with you?" Mo Hua asked with a puzzled look on his face, "You are not the leader of Duanjin Sect, you are just an ordinary disciple. What are you doing with your leisure time?"

"But my Song family... is the Song family of Duanjinmen after all, and I am a disciple of the Song family..."

Before Song Jian finished speaking, Mo Hua sighed:

"What does this have to do with you?"

"You are a disciple of the Song family, but at the critical moment, you will still be sold by the Song family. You have said it yourself, the family is unreliable. Your father and mother have three sons, and a bowl of water cannot be leveled, so they may not always let you go.

In their hearts, what they weigh in every situation is their own interests."

"In that case, why are you so worried about yourself?"

Song Jian was "fooled" by the ink paintings and was a little confused.

"But, you destroyed my natal sword embryo..."

Ink painting: "Just a natal sword embryo..."

Song Jian said angrily: "What do you mean by a 'mere' natal sword embryo? I have carried this sword embryo with me since I was learning swordsmanship, and have been raising it till now. It has taken me eighteen years, and we are inseparable! Eighteen

Year!"

The more Song Jian thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more his heart ached.

Mo Hua sighed again and asked: "What do we monks want to ask for in our lifetime?"

Song Jian was stunned by Mo Hua's question. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Eternal life?"

"Yes! Immortality!" Mo Hua asked again, "How many years does immortality last?"

Song Jian frowned, "You're already immortal. Naturally, you live as long as heaven and earth. Why do you care about how many years?"

"That's right!" Mo Hua said again, "So, your lifelong pursuit is to live forever, to live as long as heaven and earth, to live for tens of millions of years. Do you still need to care about this mere eighteen years of warming up the sword embryo?"

Song Jian was a little stupid.

He suddenly felt that what Mo Hua said seemed to make sense...

Since my goal is to become an immortal, live forever, and live forever.

So the eighteen years of warming up the sword embryo only lasted a moment, so why should we care about it?

Mo Hua patted Song Jian's shoulder again, "So, you should take a long-term view and don't care about the immediate gains and losses. Otherwise, you will be narrow-minded and it will be difficult to reach the peak of the great road..."

Song Jian couldn't help but nodded.

But he still had some concerns, "You said we help each other, but how do we help each other? I will not betray the Song family, nor will I betray Duanjinmen."

"I didn't ask you to betray..." Mo Hua said, "It's just that we exchange some information. I want to know what information. You tell me if you are in trouble, and I will help you solve it."

"On the surface, you are still the core disciple of the Duanjin Sect and a direct descendant of the Song family. You are at odds with my Taixu Sect, but behind the scenes, we cooperate with each other and make progress together."

"In this way, both sides leave a way out, and when trouble occurs in the future, there will be an extra way to survive."

"What do you think?"

Song Jian thought about it carefully and couldn't help but feel that Mo Hua's proposal was very good.

It would definitely not be possible for him to betray his family or sect.

But secretly, it would be best to seek a powerful helper for yourself.

Everything about the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons came to Song Jian's mind again.

He sighed silently in his heart.

As far as monks of the same realm are concerned, Mo Hua is really too strong...

Not that kind of strong in terms of combat power on paper, but a kind of cunning, weird, and incredible strength.

It's completely confusing.

If he were an enemy of ink painting, he would have no confidence at all.

But if he is an "accomplice", then he will feel much more at ease.

"good……"

Song Jian nodded silently and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Mo Hua wanted to say something else, but suddenly he heard someone calling his name outside the mountain forest, and he said: "Remember, if you have anything to do in the future, come to the Demon Refining Mountain to find me."

"Yeah." Song Jian responded.

After that, Mo Hua cast a few fireballs on the open space.

Song Jian was slightly startled, but then he immediately understood and activated his spiritual power. He slashed many swords at the nearby big tree, creating a scene like that after a big battle.

Then the two of them walked out of the forest, one behind the other, on guard against each other.

Outside the mountain forest, Cheng Mo and Situ Jian were shouting Mo Hua's name while confronting the disciples of Duanjinmen.

Seeing that the ink painting was finished and safe, Cheng Mo and others felt relieved.

Mo Hua wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, pointed at Song Jian and sneered:

"Pretty face, I want you to look good next time!"

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "You are lucky this time. Next time we meet you, I will cut you into pieces!"

Then he snorted coldly, shook his head and walked away with an arrogant look.

Cheng Mo couldn't stand his appearance, so he said angrily: "Good boy, are you talking arrogantly, do you think I won't kill you?"

"Okay, okay," Mo Hua stopped him, "It's getting late, it's time to go back."

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Situ Jian asked.

"It's okay. How could anything happen to me in Demon Refining Mountain?" Mo Hua said.

Situ Jian thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right."

After that, both parties left separately.

The forest became quiet again.

Except for Mo Hua and Song Jian, no one knew about the agreement they had reached secretly.

And because this was during the "teaching" period of the sect, Elder Xun Ziyou did not stare at the ink paintings, so he knew nothing about this matter.

On the way back, Mo Hua thought silently in his heart:

"There is a traitor in Tai'amen, there is a traitor in Chongxumen, and now there is a traitor in Duanjinmen."

Or he was inserted into it by himself.

The better Song Jian gets along, the easier it will be for him to do things in the future.

"It would be great if one day he could become an elder Dangdang..."

When he thought of this, Mo Hua was suddenly startled and couldn't help but think:

"Song Jian, this boy, will never be able to become the head of Duanjinmen in the future..."
Chapter completed!