Asking about longevity

As long as Mo Hua doesn't ask questions, there's nothing to be afraid of.

The man in green became calm again, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never show off for nothing next time.

Especially for the cute and well-behaved little monk in front of him, holding a book in his hand and reading, before showing off, you should at least see clearly what book he is holding.

"Uncle, are you an array master?" Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.

"No, what are you doing as a formation master when you have nothing to do?" The man shook his head.

"You're not an array master, but you still know so much. You're so awesome." Mo Hua praised sincerely.

"It's not bad, these things are very simple and don't matter." The man in green said with a guilty conscience.

"Then can I still ask you something in the future?" Mo Hua said.

"no!"

The man panicked and blurted out the words of rejection. Then he felt it was inappropriate and explained seriously:

"Uncle, I am also very busy and may not be free. Besides, Taoism always pays attention to inheritance. Tao should not be taught lightly. You and I are not relatives. It is not convenient for me to say more about the knowledge of these formations..."

"Besides, I may not be able to answer it..."

The man added silently in his mind.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed, but he could still ask the Bai brothers and sisters and Mr. Zhuang, so he didn't care too much.

Mo Hua opened "Preliminary Interpretation of the Complex Formation" and continued to read the following content.

The man in Tsing Yi was a little afraid that Mo Hua would ask him something if he didn't understand, so he had nothing to say and said, "Where is your father?"

"Went up the mountain to hunt monsters."

"Monster hunting? How many monks nearby make a living by hunting monsters?"

"Yes, the land here is not fertile and there are not many products. Only monsters are rampant, so most monks make a living by hunting monsters." Mo Hua said, and then asked curiously: "Uncle, what do you do?"

"I work in Daotingsi." The man replied.

Mo Hua opened his mouth and turned out to be Dao Tingsi...

The Daoting unified the nine states and was the largest force in the cultivation world. It was somewhat similar to the imperial court in a feudal dynasty. It had the most powerful power. The most powerful monks in the nine states gathered in the Daoting.

Daoting is located in Daozhou in the center of Kyushu. It is the center of the cultivation world. The other states have Daoting divisions, which manage specific matters, including spiritual stone taxation, civil engineering and water conservancy, cultivation of various industries, and legal punishment and prisons.

In other words, it is the "iron rice bowl" and "eating the royal grain"!

Needless to say, the status of a Daoting monk is a lifelong dream for many monks, even if they only serve in the Daoting Division under their jurisdiction.

Mo Hua's surprised look was very helpful to the man, and he felt that he had saved some face.

"Then you come here to drink, are you being lazy?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

The man in green corrected him: "This is called understanding the human geography and monks' customs within the borders of this state."

"Oh," Mo Hua looked a little perfunctory, obviously not believing it. Aren't you afraid that the head of Daotingsi will blame you? "

The man chuckled lightly, "It doesn't matter, I pretended not to have heard what he said."

Mo Hua nodded, "I understand."

"What do you understand?" the man asked curiously.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "If I guessed correctly, you must be a disciple of the family."

The man raised his eyebrows, and Mo Hua continued: "I guess the family is still young. When they come to Tongxian City, they either make mistakes and are released, or they are sent to our small place for training, and then go back after a while."

The man asked in shock, "Can you see this?"

Mo Hua curled his lips, pointed to the nearby diners and said: "There are many diners coming from north to south here. When eating and joining in the fun, they chat about all kinds of gossip. The children of the family can come here and talk. Just those kinds of things.”

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at Mo Hua and said, "Looking at your well-behaved face, I didn't expect you to be quite clever."

Mo Hua chuckled, and then asked in a low voice: "What mistake did you make and were kicked out of the clan?"

"What nonsense!"

The man was a little annoyed.

"What's that for?" Mo Hua asked.

The man sighed and said rather pretentiously:

"I won't hide it from you. I just have a better family background, higher talents, and more handsome looks. Some women from famous families, when they saw me, secretly promised to marry me as a Taoist companion. I don't think so. If you feel annoyed, just come out and hide for some peace and quiet..."

Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously.

"You do not believe?"

"I don't believe it." Mo Hua nodded.

"Why don't you believe it?"

"When I look at you, my heart secretly promises you, street storytellers no longer make up such nonsense words, and they can no longer deceive people. Erhu's father was deceived by a woman like this. As a result, he abandoned his wife and son, and was People cut their waists and no one knows where they are buried.”

The man in green: "..."

"So if a woman tells you that she is secretly attracted to you just by looking at you, then she is definitely lying to you, so you should be careful."

The man in green had a dull look on his face.

"But there is another possibility." Mo Hua said.

"What's possible?" the man couldn't help but ask.

"It's just that you always give up, playing with other people's feelings, and then you don't want to be responsible for marrying someone else, so you run out and hide..."

The man almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, "What is it about starting a mess and then giving up? What about playing with emotions? How old are you, and what is going on in your little head?"

"Although I have little experience, I have read many stories." Mo Hua said plausibly, "The cultivation world is dangerous. If you know more, you will not be easily deceived in the future."

The man was angry and funny, "You little kid, what you say is really interesting."

Mo Hua looked serious, "Uncle, I am doing this for your own good. As the saying goes, listen to others and eat enough."

Zhang Lan had mixed feelings in her heart, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Ink painting."

"Mo Hua?" The man looked at Mo Hua's fair face and delicate eyebrows, and felt that he really lived up to his name.

"Uncle, what's your name?" Mo Hua also asked.

"Zhang Lan."

"Scumbag?" Mo Hua repeated.

Zhang Lan choked on a sip of wine and coughed for a long time before gritting his teeth and correcting:

"Zhang! Lan! Zhang changed his ways, turned the tide! He is not a scumbag!"

"No, no, why are you so loud?" Mo Hua muttered.

Zhang Lan felt that he was really confused. Why should he compete with a child? He took out a jade pendant from his storage bag and threw it to Mo Hua, "This is for you."

Mo Hua shook his head, "No reward for no merit, I can't take your things."

"You treat me to a drink and I'll give you a jade pendant. Keep it and I'll come play with you next time."

Zhang Lan waved his hand and was about to leave when he suddenly turned back and asked, "Let me confirm, what is your cultivation level?"

"It's the fourth level of Qi refining!"

There is still a bit of pride in ink painting.

Is there only the fourth level of Qi refining...

Zhang Lan sighed.

Thinking of the rematch just now, forget it, my head hurts just thinking about it, Zhang Lan waved his hand and ran away.