Asking about longevity

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 Mo Hua, right? Then this person was also blown up by Mo Hua?

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

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

He has no psychological burden on the matter of favoritism.

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 be domineering. He feels that they not only waste the family's resources, but also ruin the family's reputation.

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

"This kid Mo Hua is still not good at academics..." Zhang Lan murmured.

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

Mr. Feng didn't like children who caused 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.

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 shape... I still didn't want to talk to Mr. Feng about this kind of thing.

Mr. Feng watched Mo Hua grow up, but he was still biased. 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.

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

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, he knows that you are not in serious trouble."

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.

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

"Your frailty is innate. You should not fight with others. If it is unavoidable, you should find a way to run away as soon as possible. Don't hurt your life."

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

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

Mo Hua chuckled and said: "It's not a big deal, just let it pass.

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."

"Yeah, thank you Grandpa Feng!"

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!"

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

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

"The injury is not serious, but it's a serious injury. If it doesn't heal in a day or two, Master must not be able to hide it." Dazhu said dejectedly.

"Master Chen?"

"Yes, Master has repeatedly told us not to cause trouble and not to fight. Fighting will cause casualties. It will cost you spiritual stones to treat your own injuries, and you have to pay spiritual stones to others..."

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

Several disciples said one after another.

Mo Hua felt a little sorry. Dazhu and the others fought with Qian Xing and the others because they were helping him. If Qian Xing hadn't been so aggressive, the fight wouldn't have been like this.

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."

"Yeah." Dazhu nodded, but still a little uneasy.

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

"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.

"It's just," Dazhu hesitated, "won't you suffer a loss?"

"My father 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.

Mo Shan was very happy when he knew that Mo Hua was drawing formations for others, so he often told Mo Hua this, and 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.

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

But Dazhu was very happy, "In the future, if that little bastard Qian Xing comes to trouble you again, we will help you beat him up!"

"Yes, beat him!" Several disciples also followed suit.

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

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

The Qian family is too powerful, so try not to provoke them if you can. 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.

Liu Ruhua sat alone and sewed clothes under the lamp 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. He didn't want me to see it, but I'm his mother, how could I not see it..."

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."

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

"I will ask someone tomorrow to see what happened. Don't worry. Even if something happens, I will still be there."

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

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.

Master Chen held the stick in his hand, his face 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?”