Asking About Longevity

Chapter 92 Harsh words (fifth update)

Mo Hua didn't know a lot of things that happened behind the scenes, and he thought they were well hidden from his parents.

It wasn’t until a few days later that Mo Shan and his wife prepared some gifts and asked Mo Hua to go with them to give them to Master Chen that he realized that he had not hidden them.

"The passing rain leaves traces, and the passing geese leave their voices. Uncle Zhang is right, as long as something happens, there will always be clues. If you don't know, someone will know." Mo Hua sighed silently.

Mo Shan did not blame Mo Hua. He felt that a man should act responsibly and be able to hide things in his heart without saying anything to others.

Although Mo Hua is young, he is able to resolve himself when in danger and remains calm afterwards. He is considered courageous and responsible. Thinking of this, Mo Shan feels a little relieved.

Some people peek with malicious intent, like a poisonous snake lying in the grass, with sinister eyes. Some should just follow orders and stare at the ink paintings to keep track of the ink paintings.

"Don't think that you can sit back and relax because someone is protecting you. I want you to repay a hundred times the humiliation I suffered. When the time comes, you won't be able to die happily!"

 The meat of the buffalo demon is not expensive. What is expensive is the effort of marinating it and the spiritual stones it costs to stew it in the stove. If you really have to spend Lingshi to buy it, it won't be cheap. Besides, Master Chen is reluctant to spend Lingshi to buy it. He has so many places to use Lingshi.

Mo Hua came out of Mr. Zhuang's place and was about to go home. As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, he met Qian Xing.

 What does it mean to have so many pairs of eyes staring at...? Who is staring?

"The alchemist in Tongxian City was unwilling to treat Qian Xing's injury. The Qian family spent a lot of spiritual stones and hired several first-grade alchemists from outside. It took two months of hard work to cure Qian Xing's injury. I heard that just The elixir was refined in dozens of furnaces, and I don’t know how many spiritual herbs were consumed." Zhang Lan clicked his tongue.

Master Chen got a big vat of wine and smiled from ear to ear.

Mo Hua saluted and thanked several nearby demon hunters. After receiving kind responses, he went home.

There are also some that are relatively cold and obscure, and can only be vaguely perceived in ink paintings, not clearly.

Moshan’s family of three sent gifts to the weapon-making shop.

He usually likes to drink a few sips, but he can't bear to part with it. He drinks it one cup at a time. He wants to drink more, but he feels sorry for the spiritual stone. He should drink sparingly from the current vat of wine, he could drink it for a long time.

There were several large pieces of bison meat in the gift. They were from the two bison monsters killed in Moshan. They selected the meat from the thighs and then marinated it after Liu Ruhua spent several days stewing it.

Although I’m not familiar with some of them, I’ve seen them all once or twice. There are also some whom I have never seen before. Mo Hua doesn't recognize them, but they seem to recognize Mo Hua. When they see Mo Hua looking at them, they will smile and signal.

Wouldn't it be better to be a dandy? Just eat, drink and have fun every day. You don't have to run around for a living or worry about spiritual stones. Sure enough, if life is too easy for people, they will want to commit suicide.

They thought Mo Hua didn't notice it, but Mo Hua had been drawing formations for so long, and his spiritual consciousness was much deeper than that of monks at the same level. They had already clearly understood this kind of undisguised prying.

  Qian Xing looks very bad after not seeing him for a few months - of course, anyone who is hit by the ground fire array will not look good.

In addition, there are also some views that are kind and not shy. Mo Hua noticed that when they looked over, they would say hello to Mo Hua. Because they are all familiar faces, either uncles and aunts from the neighborhood, diners in restaurants, or monster hunters in the monster hunting team.

Zhang Lan drank the wine in one gulp, then stood up and said, "I'm leaving. You don't have to worry too much about this. With so many pairs of eyes staring at you, the Qian family doesn't dare to do anything. But Qian Xing is a dandy." Besides, it’s a bit sinister, so you should pay attention to it, just in case.”

"You will encounter it sooner or later," Zhang Lan said. "Not everyone in this world treats people as human beings."

"Then take care of yourself, don't die first." Mo Hua couldn't help but said after looking at his miserable appearance.

The monks who stared at Mo Hua did not take action yet. Just when Mo Hua suspected that they had given up, Qian Xing actually found Mo Hua himself.

Qian Xing also knew what was right and said in a low voice: "Wait for me." Then he left with a few Qian family disciples.

Mo Hua shook his head. Looking at him like this, he probably refused to die.

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

"You rejected his request, which made him angry. In the end, he was blown up like that. He lay in bed for two months and spent so many spiritual stones to cure it. The most important thing is that he was embarrassed and humiliated. No matter who hurts him, if you are the initiator, he will remember it on your head in the end." Zhang Lan explained to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua felt both vigilant and warm in his heart.

 After two months of calm, Zhang Lan found the ink painting again and said, "Qian Xing's injury has been cured."

Although Qian Xing was angry, he did not dare to take action. Although this place was at the foot of the mountain, there were monks passing by, and most of them were monster hunters.

This means that this monk's spiritual consciousness may be stronger than Mo Hua's, so his realm is much higher than Mo Hua's. He is probably a monk in the late stage of Qi refining.

 “Be careful,” Zhang Lan reminded.

Mo Hua wanted to ask, but Zhang Lan had already left.

Dazhu and the others were all shocked. They had never seen so much meat in their entire lives. They were so greedy that their mouths watered and they couldn't even wipe it off.

“There are so many spiritual stones...” Mo Hua was very sorry. It was a waste to use so many spiritual stones to save Qian Xing.

"He was the one who made things difficult for me in the first place. If we really want to say it, he himself is the initiator. Doesn't he just think about his own problems?" Mo Hua said displeased.

After that, Mo Hua went to Mr. Zhuang to learn the formations, help others repair the formations, or go shopping in the market. On the way back and forth, he could always feel the eyes of some monks.

 Zhang Lan originally meant this when he said "so many pairs of eyes are staring"...

“A direct descendant of the family, who has been pampered since childhood, will inevitably have an extreme temperament. He will not feel that he is at fault, and it is others who are at fault. I have seen many such people..."

Mo Hua frowned and touched a stack of formations in his storage bag, as well as the spiritual liquid and spiritual stones that he had prepared according to Zhang Lan's instructions to eliminate traces of confusion. He thought to himself: Qian Xing, you are the best. Don't come, otherwise your parents may never see you again.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart. After all, he can be regarded as a person who has experienced life and death. Why is his mentality still so bad? He can be so angry just by saying something casually.

Liu Ruhua was worried, distressed, and a little bit resentful in her heart, but she didn't blame him in words. She just squeezed Mo Hua's face hard and took it out as a way to vent her anger.

Zhang Lan played with the wine glass in his hand, "What's more, if he wants your life and you don't give it to him, he will think that you are disobeying him and become angry."

Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "Qian Xing may not know that I hurt him. Will he still cause trouble for me?"

 “Is it cured?”

His body was still covered with bandages in some places, his face was disfigured, and he no longer waved the broken gold-sprinkled fan in his hand. He had a terrifying expression as if he wanted to eat the ink painting.

 Qian Xing's expression began to become distorted again.

Mo Hua was eye-opening, "Is there really such a person?"

Such a lot of bison meat, even if the young men in the weapon making shop have big appetites, it is enough for them to eat for more than a month.

At this time, on the mountain road behind him, Bai Zixi, who was about to look at Mo Hua's back, frowned slightly. After a moment, he opened his white teeth and said softly: "Aunt Xue, check and see what happened."

Aunt Xue, who was standing behind Bai Zixi, nodded.

 (End of this chapter)