Elder Yu cursed Qian Hong loudly again.
Qian Hong, whose mentality was unbalanced, finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to take action desperately. At this moment, the monks from Daotingsi came.
Elder Yu sent someone to notify Dao Tingsi in advance, fearing that the Qian family was ignorant of what was going on.
There were more than ten people from the Daoting Division, headed by the highest-ranking chief, as well as the deputy chief and several officers, including Zhang Lan.
Daotingsi's appearance means that the matter has been settled.
Qian Hong had no choice but to retreat bitterly with his Qian family disciples, but he looked resentful and didn't seem to want to give up.
He glanced at Elder Yu with a cold look, then passed his gaze from Mo Hua to the other demon hunters, thinking in his mind.
Who is the formation master among the demon hunters who made him suffer so much?
All the demon hunters present were suspects, but the teenage Mo Hua was the first one he ruled out.
In Qian Hong's understanding, a formation master who can draw a first-grade formation, even if his beard and hair are not all white, is already in his middle years, and his cultivation level is at least the ninth level of Qi Refining.
No matter his age or level of cultivation, ink painting is not enough to catch his eye.
Seeing that Qian Hong's eyes were not on Mo Hua, Elder Yu ignored it and let him guess.
"Guess, if you can guess this, I swear, I will treat others with courtesy from now on and never curse anyone again in my life!"
Elder Yu said silently in his heart.
Not to mention whether Qian Hong could guess it, even now that he knew that Mo Hua could draw a first-level formation, he still felt like he was dreaming. If Mo Hua hadn't drawn the formation so many times in front of him, he wouldn't have dared to believe it.
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A ten-year-old first-grade formation master is simply unbelievable.
Qian Hong couldn't guess it even if he thought hard about it.
The Qian family left, and Elder Yu was discussing matters with the head of the Daoting Division.
Zhang Lan glanced at it and saw the ink painting again, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Mo Hua, why is it that whenever something happens to this kid, you are always there...
There was so much excitement and I never missed it once.
Mo Hua also saw Zhang Lan and blinked at him, his big black eyes twinkling.
Zhang Lan shook his head, feeling helpless.
After Elder Yu finished talking with the boss, he looked happy, and then asked everyone to go home and rest first, and talk about the rest later.
Mo Hua and Mo Shan went home.
Liu Ruhua was clearing away the dishes at the door of the restaurant, looking at the intersection from time to time, with an expression of both expectation and anxiety.
After a while, Mo Shan appeared at the intersection holding Mo Hua's little hand.
Liu Ruhua quickly put down the dishes in her hands, hurried out of the door, faced Mo Hua, and held Mo Hua tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Mo Hua was a little embarrassed and said with a red face: "Mom, I'm fine."
Only then did Liu Ruhua look at the ink painting carefully. He felt relieved when he saw that there was no injury on the ink painting and he looked good, just a little thinner.
Then she felt a little distressed, "You will definitely not be full after staying in there for so long. Have you finished all the things Mom prepared for you?"
Mo Hua patted the empty storage bag and said, "All eaten!"
Liu Ruhua nodded and said, "You are young, so you should eat more."
"Yeah." Mo Hua agreed.
Liu Ruhua looked at the ink painting carefully again, and then said with a warm smile:
"Are you hungry? Mom made a lot of delicious food for you."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he said in a clear voice: "Mother is so kind!"
Liu Ruhua smiled as brightly as a flower, and led Mo Hua into the restaurant.
Mo Shan, who had been left alone, stood there and shook his head helplessly.
Mo Hua had a delicious meal, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and lay on the bed again and fell asleep.
During these days of guarding the mine, although he did not engage in many direct battles, he used magic to sneak attacks and drew formations to deal with the enemy, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.
Now that I'm back home, I'm free from worries and can naturally have a good sleep.
Liu Ruhua took some wild fruits and cakes to feed Mo Hua. When he entered the room, he saw Mo Hua sleeping soundly, with bulging cheeks. He didn't know what he was eating in his dream, so he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
She put the wild fruits on the table and tucked Mo Hua into the quilt. She couldn't help but glance at her son a few more times before walking away quietly.
After Mo Hua woke up, he rubbed his eyes and realized that it was already dark. He heard someone talking in his ears. When Mo Hua walked into the living room, he saw Elder Yu and Yu Chengyi discussing something with Mo Shan.
When Elder Yu saw Mo Hua, he waved pleasantly and asked him to come over.
Mo Hua was a little confused, "Elder, what are you talking about?"
Elder Yu said: "We are talking about the spiritual stone."
"Can I listen too?"
Elder Yu nodded, "You have your share too."
Mo Hua moved a small stool and sat on it. Elder Yu said:
"This time we have finished digging the spirit mine, but the spirit stones in the spirit mine are dirty and irregular, and cannot be used directly. They need to be delivered to the Daoting Division and exchanged for Daoting's standard spirit stones at a certain ratio. These spirit stones do not have
Impurities, refining specifications, can be circulated, and can also be used for cultivation..."
"Of course, Daoting will take a commission here, and Daotingsi will also need to draw some spiritual stones for preparation. Even so, what we can get our hands on will be a huge batch of spiritual stones."
"According to the merit, these spiritual mines will be distributed in four equal shares of A, B, C and D on a monthly basis to all demon hunters for their cultivation and daily use."
"Among them, Mo Shan has a first-class meritorious service. Spiritual stones and ink paintings will be distributed according to the first-class shares. You are also a first-class person."
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Am I also a first-class person?"
Elder Yu nodded and said: "Originally, I should give you more, but after all, your family already has two first-class shares, so it's hard to give you more."
In Elder Yu's heart, the achievements of ink painting are far more than first-class.
Whether it is using fireball to repel the Qian family's spiritual cultivators, forcing the hidden monks to act, or using formations to help them defend and escape, it is all crucial to the outcome of this battle.
However, according to the tradition of monster hunters, at most the first-class share can only be given, and Elder Yu could not make an exception.
Mo Hua didn't care too much, he was already very happy with the first-class share.
After all, although he hid behind and used spells and drew formations, it was everyone who was fighting head-on.
The demon hunters were bleeding, injured, and desperate.
Mo Hua just stepped in to help.
Mo Hua then thought of something again, his face a little lonely, "There must be many people who died this time..."
Elder Yu touched Mo Hua's head and said, "Deaths and injuries are inevitable, you don't have to worry about it."
Mo Hua understood in his heart, but he was still a little sad.
Elder Yu said: "Everyone is destined to die. He will die due to birth, old age, illness and death, he will die if he encounters disasters, and he will die when hunting monsters. In comparison, they died guarding the spirit mine, and their families can also receive more compensation. This is already
This is the best result.”
Mo Hua nodded silently.
Elder Yu looked at the ink painting and sighed: "Suffering is inevitable. Demon hunters have been through this for so many years, and people always have to look forward."
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Elder, I understand."
Elder Yu was somewhat relieved and said nothing more.
Mo Hua understands that the root of all suffering comes from weakness.
If he is strong enough, the Qian family will not be afraid at all. If his formation is strong enough, the Qian family will also be vulnerable.
As long as the formation is powerful enough...
Mo Hua's eyes were firm and he said silently in his heart:
"One day, within my formation, there will no longer be any bloodshed or casualties among monks!"
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Chapter completed!