Asking About Longevity

Chapter 86 Treatment

 Zhang Lan frowned.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt that the less he wanted to admit it, the more likely it was that it was the truth.

The formation couldn't have been drawn by ink painting, right? Then this person was also made by ink painting?

Although Mo Hua only has the fourth level of Qi Refining, since he has started to learn the complex formation, his formation level is not low. It shouldn't be difficult for him to draw a formation to blow up someone.

Zhang Lan thought for a while and wiped away all traces of the formation, then thought about when to go to Mo Hua to ask for a pot of wine and ask the matter clearly.

Mr. Feng didn’t want to say anything when he saw the ink painting, and he didn’t force it. He just warned:

"Not to mention other places, here in Tongxian City, I am still a bit thin-faced. If someone really bullies you and you can't resist, you must tell me."

“Yes, so every time after a fight, whether we take advantage of it or not, Master will punish us.”

Mo Hua chuckled and said, "It's not a big deal. Let's forget about it."

Mr. Feng watched Mo Hua grow up, but he was still partial. After hearing what Mo Hua said, his attitude toward Dazhu and the others softened. He mixed some herbs and asked them to rub them on the wounds, and also gave them some pills for internal use. , can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

Mo Hua said helplessly: "Grandpa Feng, I ran away, but I didn't run away."

Mo Shan comforted his wife in a gentle tone, with only a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

"Well," Liu Ruhua nodded, "I'm still a little worried... Mo Hua has always been well-behaved, so he shouldn't conflict with others."

"You are born with this frailty. It is not suitable to fight with others. If it is unavoidable, you should find a way to run away as soon as possible, so as not to hurt your life."

“I’ll ask someone tomorrow to see what happened. Don’t worry. Even if something happens, I’ll still be there.”

 It's just a pity that the formation wasn't powerful enough to kill the kid from the Qian family.

"The injury is not serious, but it is a sign of damage. It won't heal in a day or two. Master must not be able to hide it." Dazhu said dejectedly.

 “Yeah.” Dazhu nodded, but still a little uneasy.

At this time, in the weapon refining shop, Dazhu and the others were being punished by Master Chen to kneel in front of the hall.

 “This boy Mo Hua is still not very good at his studies...” Zhang Lan murmured.

Mo Hua said: "Qian Xing is bullying others. You are fighting because you are helping me. Master Chen is not an unreasonable person and should not blame you."

Mr. Feng doesn't like children who cause trouble, and he was originally unwilling to treat them. Mo Hua said that he was being bullied, and Dazhu and the others came to help, so he was injured.

"If Master Chen still wants to blame you, just tell him that I can help with any formations that the weapon refiner needs to draw in the future, as long as it's not too difficult."

 “It’s just,” Dazhu hesitated, “won’t you suffer a loss?”

He comes from a noble family and has seen many dandies since he was a child, so he despises Qian Xing, a family member who relies on the family name to bully others and dominate others. He feels that they not only waste the family's resources, but also ruin the family's reputation.

 “Yes, beat him!” Several disciples also followed suit.

Mo Hua and Dazhu and the others said goodbye. Seeing Dazhu and the others looking sad, they asked, "Are you seriously injured?"

 He has no psychological burden on favoritism.

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

Mo Hua said gratefully, touched his neck and found that after applying the ointment given by Mr. Feng, it felt cool and cool and no longer hurt, so he said goodbye: "It's getting late, I'm going home first, I'll come next time Let me give you a taste of the sweet-scented osmanthus wine made by my mother!"

Mo Shan comforted his wife and said: "Mo Hua is a boy. It is right for boys to take responsibility. If he doesn't say anything, it means he can handle it. It shouldn't be a big deal. Don't ask him."

 He didn't mention Qian Xing's matter so as not to worry his mother.

Of course, Mo Hua, who was bullied, was still alive and kicking, with only a few scratches on his skin, while the person who bullied him had been blown into a state of disgrace... It was better not to talk to Mr. Feng about this kind of thing.

Dazhu was very happy, "From now on, if that little **** Qian Xing comes to trouble you again, we will help you beat him up!"

Liu Ruhua was sitting by the lamp sewing clothes with deep thoughts. When Mo Shan came back, she said to her husband:

"Hua'er was injured, but he didn't say anything and even covered the wound, not wanting me to see it. But I am his mother, how could I not see it..."

Mr. Feng waved his hand and said, "Go back early, don't let your mother worry."

"Really?" Dazhu's eyes lit up and he asked someone to draw a formation. It would cost a lot of spiritual stones, and the master felt very distressed every time. If Mo Hua can help in the future, Master will definitely be happy.

 When Mo Hua’s family was in trouble before, many people took care of them.

“My dad often tells me that neighbors and friends should take care of each other. If you help me, I will help you. Where will I suffer?” Mo Hua patted his chest and said.

Dazhu whispered: "Mo Hua, you are so proud that you can persuade Mr. Feng. I was injured in a fight before. No matter what the reason was, I didn't dare to come to Mr. Feng for fear that he would blame me."

Mo Shan was very happy when he learned that Mo Hua was drawing formations for others, and he often told Mo Hua this. He also said that he would help within the scope of his ability. The life of the low-level casual cultivators was difficult, so they lived by caring for each other.

“Master Chen?” “Yes, master has told us time and time again not to cause trouble or fight. Fighting will cause casualties. It costs spiritual stones to treat your own injuries, and you have to pay spiritual stones to others…”

Several disciples said one after another.

Mr. Feng frowned and said, "Who in Tongxian City is so ignorant that he would bully even a child like you?"

The Qian family is too powerful, so if you can, try not to provoke them. If you really can't avoid it, then let's do it. Fortunately, the Qian family didn't know that they had used a formation to injure Qian Xing, so they shouldn't cause trouble for Mo Hua in the short term.

Mr. Feng looked at the injuries to Dazhu and the others, and then looked at the ink paintings. He saw that the ink paintings were just superficial injuries, and he felt relieved.

Mo Hua said: "Mr. Feng has a kind heart. If there is something wrong with you, he will definitely take care of you. If he doesn't treat you, then he knows that you are not in serious trouble."

 In Xinglin Hall, Mr. Feng treated the injuries of Dazhu and the others.

 After everyone separated, Mo Hua went home, had dinner, talked to his mother for a few words, and then went back to his room to continue looking at the formations.

 “Hmm, thank you, Grandpa Feng!”

Dazhu nodded doubtfully, but if Mo Hua hadn't brought him with him, they would not have dared to come to Mr. Feng no matter what.

Master Chen held the stick in his hand and his face was as heavy as water.

"Okay, now you are bolder, your wings are stronger, you are fighting with others, and even Daotingsi is alarmed. If I hadn't heard about this from others, and you are still kept in the dark, you are Don’t you take me as your master seriously?”

 (End of this chapter)