Asking about longevity

After they separated, Mo Hua returned home and found Elder Yu the next day and told the matter.

When Elder Yu heard about "silver white Taoist robes", everyone was furious.

"It must be those bastards from the Qian family!"

Elder Yu held his waist with his hands, stood in the room, and scolded the Qian family from eldest to youngest, top to bottom. The words were vulgar and not heavy-handed, which made Mo Hua amazed...

Elder Yu was scolding him so much that he realized that Mo Hua was standing aside, looking at him with widened black eyes.

Elder Yu was a little embarrassed and said silently:

"When I was angry for a moment, I forgot that Mo Hua was still here. I have to be more careful next time and don't lead a good boy to bad things..."

Elder Yu coughed and said:

"Pretend you didn't hear what I just said."

"oh."

Mo Hua nodded, but silently wrote down Elder Yu's curse words in his heart for reference.

It's not a good idea to curse, but if you do, you can't lose.

"Elder, have the Qian family done a lot of bad things?" Mo Hua asked again.

Elder Yu was about to say something, but he stopped and said:

"This is an adult matter, you don't have to worry about it."

He turned around and muttered secretly: "...the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The ancestor of the Qian family is a bastard, and there are not many good things to be found down there... It is really a nest of rats in the smelly ditch... …”

As he spoke, Elder Yu started to curse again without knowing it.

Mo Hua couldn't laugh or cry.

It is true that people in the Qian family wear silver-white robes, but that does not mean that those who wear silver-white robes must be monks from the Qian family.

It was better for Elder Yu to investigate this matter, and Mo Hua left it alone.

Two days later, after Zhang Lan finished dealing with the evil cultivator, he spent his own money to treat Mo Hua to the Lingshan Restaurant on North Street. Situ Fang is also there.

Lingshan House is owned by the An family, and Mo Hua has some friendship with An Xiaopang, the young master of the An family, and helped him draw formations. He has been here before and asked the shopkeeper how to make the stove, but he has never eaten here.

After all, the meals cooked by Lingshan Restaurant are all filled with spiritual energy, so they are very expensive.

However, Zhang Lan is not short of spiritual stones, and Mo Hua is not polite to him.

"Thank you for catching that evil cultivator this time. Eat more." Zhang Lan pointed at the table full of dishes.

Situ Fang nodded frequently on the side, "Eat more. If it's not enough, you can order more."

Mo Hua's cheeks were bulging and he asked: "Where is the big brother named Situ Xiu?"

"He went back to resume his life."

"Oh." Mo Hua responded. He actually didn't care, so he just asked casually.

Mo Hua devoured his food, while Zhang Lan drank wine leisurely and didn't move his chopsticks much.

He has been tired of eating these spiritual meals since he was a child. Although the spiritual energy is abundant, the taste is mediocre and he doesn't like to eat them much.

In my heart, I felt that it was Mo Hua's bison meat, which was fragrant and spicy, making it even more delicious when eaten.

Situ Fang felt that Mo Hua looked particularly delicate and cute with his little cheeks puffed out while eating, so he just held his cheeks and watched Mo Hua eat.

There was a table full of chicken, duck, and fish of unknown species, and only Mo Hua was eating.

Mo Hua actually felt that the food was not as delicious as his mother's food, but these meals were too expensive and it would be a bit of a waste if he didn't eat them.

But after Mo Hua filled his stomach, there were still many dishes on the table.

Zhang Lan said: "I'll ask the shopkeeper to pack it up and take it back to you later."

Then he took out another storage bag and handed it to Mo Hua:

"There are one hundred spiritual stones in here, which are for you."

When Mo Hua was happy, he was about to reach out and take it, when he suddenly frowned and whispered:

"Some are to eat, and others are to be taken. You are not looking for me because of something, so you are bribing me..."

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Lan sighed helplessly, "I treat you to dinner because you have been a big help. This spiritual stone is a reward from Daotingsi."

"That's it."

The ink painting was accepted with peace of mind.

Zhang Lan added: "I mentioned it to the headmaster. Originally, the Dao Tingsi would give you other rewards, but most of these rewards were false, flashy, and easy to get into trouble."

Mo Hua was a little curious, "What trouble will it cause?"

"These evil cultivators may not be alone. Some have accomplices, some have fellow sects, and some even have sects. Once Dao Tingsi rewards you, they may seek revenge on you."

Zhang Lan picked up the cup and took a sip of the wine, "So, the apparent merit is attributed to Daotingsi, and I asked them to give you more spiritual stones. After all, spiritual stones are more real to you."

Mo Hua nodded in agreement: "Yes, making a fortune silently is the best way!"

Zhang Lan thought for a while and then said: "There is one more thing. Mr. An wants to see you."

"Mr. An's family?"

Mo Hua frowned, and then he understood with a flash of inspiration, and whispered to Zhang Lan:

"That evil cultivator, is it the girl from the An family who takes supplements?"

Zhang Lan took a breath, "How did you know?"

"Didn't you let something slip that day? You couldn't possibly explain it to the An family..."

Zhang Lan interrupted: "I didn't say anything!"

Mo Hua looked at him meaningfully, which gave Zhang Lan a headache.

This kind of thing cannot be leaked...

Seeing the two of them talking in low voices, Situ Fang frowned and said, "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Lan immediately said: "I didn't say anything." Then he winked at Mo Hua and said secretly, "I'll treat you to a meal next time."

Mo Hua then said: "Uncle Zhang didn't say anything."

Situ Fang glanced at the ink painting, and then looked at Zhang Lan suspiciously.

Zhang Lan felt uncomfortable, so he stood up and started packing Mo Hua.

Afterwards, the two came to An's house with their ink paintings.

The owner of the An family is engaged in the business of spiritual meals, and he pays attention to the beauty, fragrance, and feeling of being at home.

The An family is not as domineering as the Qian family. The pavilions and pavilions in the family are mainly gorgeous and comfortable, light and luxurious, restrained and not so ostentatious.

I looked around at the ink paintings along the way.

He was not interested in Anjia's decorations, only in the formations arranged by Anjia.

Ever since he entered the door, he had been staring at the formations on the door wall and studying the formations on the ground.

Some formations were more obvious and could be seen at a glance, while some were obscure or more complicated, and he had to infer them based on the formation patterns or spiritual power characteristics.

Mo Hua looked at it with gusto, but the accompanying Anjia guards were nervous inside.

They feel that the ink painting is not like a guest, but like a visitor.

If you do a good job during the day, you will come to steal your home at night.

The key is that although Mo Hua is young, his eyes are clear and somewhat profound, as if he can see through the walls, wood and stone at a glance and see through the inner formation.

He even muttered softly about "solid earth formation", "golden stone formation", "fire formation"...

Tell them all the formations they used to set up their walls, floors, and roofs...

What kind of guests are these?

Anjia's guard felt bitter.

But they are guests, so they can't say anything.

Fortunately, Mo Hua arrived in the living room in just a short while.

Several guards also breathed a sigh of relief. They saluted an old man in the living room and then left respectfully.

In the exquisite and elegant living room, an old man sat.

Mo Hua secretly looked over and saw that his beard and hair were all white, his face was red, and his face was a little majestic, but his expression was very kind. He guessed that this was Mr. An, the actual leader of the An family.