The rising sun is rising.

In the mountains and fields with green mountains and clear waters.

The sky is blue and high, and the mountains and forests are as lush as screens.

The stream is gurgling.

Two figures walked one after another.

The person in front of him was tall and thin, wearing a ill-fitting Taoist robe, and his movements were stiff and weird, like a doll holding a thread.

The person behind him is small in shape, with picturesque eyebrows and light steps.

These two people are the intrigue Taoist and Mo Hua.

They had been walking for a night and then walked for a morning.

The foolish Taoist walked slowly and seemed to be in a hurry.

There was no choice but to follow the ink painting at his pace and follow it slowly.

The person he followed was a traitor...

The insidious Taoist is cruel and treacherous.

He is very scheming and good at bewitching people's hearts.

The great demon Feng Xi of Tongxian City and the Taoist corpse king in Nanyue City are all planned by the evil Taoist.

Just now, the 20 golden elixir demon cultivators were slaughtered by him as "the demon of the Taoist heart".

Mo Hua followed him, feeling nervous at first and very nervous.

But after walking for a long time and night, I became numb, felt relieved, and gradually got used to it.

He thought about it and felt that he should be safe for the time being.

Although he did not know the intention of the foolish Taoist, since he wanted to take him to see his master, he would definitely not kill him before he saw him.

Moreover, he should not "sorrow a demon" to himself.

Once the "Dao Heart Plants Demon", the master will definitely see it, and he will know that he is no longer his little disciple, and the demonic Taoist will have no handle.

Ink painting breathed lightly.

At least before meeting the master, I should be "intact".

As for the future, it's hard to say...

But let’s talk about it when you see the master first.

Mo Hua sighed again.

He wanted to see his master again, otherwise he would be afraid that he would never see his master in his entire life...

But he didn't know what secret the master was carrying, how many people and forces were calculating his master.

Now the Demon Cult sets up a killing game.

All the ancestors in the Yuhua Realm took action.

The golden elixir that once was unattainable in his eyes is now like leeks, emerging everywhere.

His "master" was a demonic Taoist, who planted demons with the heart of Taoism, and cut more than twenty of them in one crop.

In this situation, foundation building is also an ant.

Not to mention, my own little qi refining.

Now that Dalishan Mountain is full of demon cultivators, with his own ability, he cannot return to Lishan City, cannot break the soul refining banner, cannot enter the Five Elements Mountain Protection Formation, and cannot see his master.

Only by following the intrigue Taoist can you get in.

The ink painting nodded slightly.

The demon Taoist wanted him to lead the way and went to find his master.

He also wanted this master to "protect" him and go back to see his master.

Although my uncle will kill himself.

But at present, as long as you follow him, no one else can kill him.

After all, he is the "Taoist" of the Demon Sect who can make a debut...

I thought of seeing my master again.

The pace of ink painting has also become much lighter.

The foolish Taoist walking in front of him had a slightly condensed look.

He didn't know what Mo Hua was thinking.

At the beginning, he looked a little nervous.

But after walking for a while, he seemed to figure out something, and followed him with a relaxed look on his face.

It's like...is he visiting me?

This little guy... is so brave...

Does he not know who he is?

The demonic Taoist did not speak a word, but still walked in front of him.

Mo Hua followed behind her with her little hands on her back.

As I walked, Mo Hua felt a little bored.

He, the "master" is limping and walking too slowly...

In this way, you will get the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Mo Hua wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of making his master angry.

But after walking for a while, he finally couldn't help it, so he walked closer and asked in a low voice:

"Master, aren't you in a hurry?"

"You are walking a little slower..."

"If this continues, my master will be caught by those demons..."

"Don't you go quickly?"

...

The fiendish Taoist stagnated, but did not answer, but continued to move forward.

Seeing that he didn't respond, but was not angry, Mo Hua felt relieved and became a little bolder.

"I guess I didn't ask the point, so my master disdained to answer..."

Mo Hua picked some other questions:

"Master, what do you want to do when you go to find your master?"

"Master, do you have a bad relationship with your master?"

"Master, aren't Taoist very powerful?"

"Master, will you definitely die if you see the Daoxin Demon seed?"

"Master..."

...

Ink paintings are nagging, and they are like little talkative, and they keep talking.

The demon Taoist finally couldn't help it, stopped, turned his head, and looked at Mo Hua with his dark pupils.

Mo Hua immediately shut up honestly.

After that, I had nothing to say and passed by a small mountain village.

The mountain village is sparsely populated, and on weekdays, they should be living here by poor scattered cultivators, who make a living by plantings. They are relatively remote and do not be disturbed.

On the right side of the roadside, there is a small noodle restaurant.

Between the green mountains and clear waters, the fragrance of the noodles wafted out.

The ink painting stopped.

The evil Taoist walked away and found Mo Hua stopped, turned his head, and looked at him with empty and cold eyes.

"I'm hungry and can't walk..." Mo Hua said truthfully.

He walked for a day and a night.

He is not physically practicing and has weak physical strength. He was originally nervous, so he didn't feel tired all the way.

Now that I think about it, I smell the fragrance again, and I feel hungry and can no longer walk.

The intriguing Taoist looked at the ink painting and his expression became complicated.
To be continued...