You can eat and drink openly, and the ink painting will naturally be accepted.
The next day at noon, Mo Hua went to the banquet.
Commander Yang seemed to have hired a lot of people, including Dao Tingshi, Dao Bingshi, and many demon hunters.
Mo Hua's father Mo Shan also went, but he went early and went with Elder Yu. I guess there are still some things to discuss.
Mo Hua practiced the formation several times, then calculated for a while to resume the formation before leaving, so he went a little later, but it should have happened to be the start of the table.
Mo Hua was walking on the road, but he happened to meet Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan swayed reluctantly, looking like he was in the same direction as him.
Mo Hua said hello. Zhang Lan heard someone calling him. When he saw that it was Mo Hua, he became interested and got together with Mo Hua.
Mo Hua asked, "Uncle Zhang, are you going to have a free meal too?"
Zhang Lan corrected: "It's a gift to the banquet, not a free meal!"
"You can say that."
Zhang Lan obviously disagreed, but then he thought that going to a banquet and having a free meal seemed to be similar.
At noon, the streets were quite lively.
The two of them walked around and walked.
Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked quietly:
"Is there any new news in Heishan Village?"
Zhang Lan was a little surprised and said, "What do you want to know?"
"Didn't the second in command be arrested? Did he say anything?"
Seeing that the surroundings were noisy and no one listened to them, Zhang Lan lowered his voice and said to Mo Hua:
"The second chief was bloodthirsty and had already lost his mind. He only responded to a few names and did not know anything else. He had asked for more than ten days, but he didn't ask anything."
Ink painting was a little disappointed.
Zhang Lan raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice: "Are you still doubting something?"
Mo Hua let go of his spiritual sense and confirmed that he was safe, so he also whispered:
"I suspect there is someone behind Heishan Village..."
Zhang Lan's eyes were slightly condensed, but his expression was not surprising.
Mo Hua was stunned: "Uncle Zhang, do you think so too?"
Zhang Lan nodded, "The Heishanzhai is too powerful, and it has been entrenched for so long, and it is almost impossible without the support of local forces."
Mo Hua said directly: "Can it be the Qian family?"
Zhang Lan asked: "Then do you know what the Qian family has done?"
Mo Hua thought hard for a while and shook her head.
He would think about it when he has time these days, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't find out what the Qian family had to do with Heishanzhai.
The Qian family had no spiritual stones between Heishan Village, and there were no evil cultivators hiring Heishan Village to kill people. There were no monks hiding the Qian family in the Heishan Village.
Zhang Lan said: "When encountering such a thing, anyone can doubt it. Even if it is Dao Tingsi, Elder Yu, or even me, Zhang Lan, you have to try to guess..."
"But when making a final conclusion, you must be cautious and have a basis, otherwise it will be easy to make a mistake."
Mo Hua knew that Zhang Lan was giving advice to him, so he nodded seriously, "Uncle Zhang, I remember."
This kid is really a little bit...
Zhang Lan nodded slightly, feeling relieved and a little uncomfortable.
If this continues, he will almost have nothing to teach ink painting, and naturally there is nothing to show off in front of ink painting.
It seems that we have to build the foundation soon, otherwise, let alone in front of Mo Hua, even in front of Yang Jiyong, he would almost be unable to raise his head...
Zhang Lan sighed in his heart.
Mo Hua didn’t know what Zhang Lan was thinking, but she was still struggling with the matter of Heishanzhai:
"Who else might it be if it's not the Qian family? What collusion has been with Heishan Village? What did you do to Heishan Village?"
As the ink painting walks, thinking.
As they walked, the two of them walked to the Lingchen Building.
Mo Hua temporarily put down the questions in her heart and went upstairs with Zhang Lan.
This farewell banquet was very sumptuous, there were many people coming, and most of them were acquaintances of ink painting.
Mo Hua was no longer restricted. After sitting down, everyone moved their chopsticks and started eating happily.
Commander Yang sat next to the ink painting and asked quietly during the meal:
"Ink painting, how are you thinking about it? Do you want to enter the Dao Bing Department?"
Mo Hua looked at his father Mo Shan.
Commander Yang said again: "I asked Brother Moshan, and he said it was all up to your will and he would not interfere."
Zhang Lan muttered, "I am so sad, I am so thick-skinned!"
Commander Yang said: "This is a great future..."
"What is the good future for the Dao Bingsi?"
"It's better than your Daotingsi..."
The old palm of Dao Tingsi, who looked at his eyes and nose, looked at his heart, pretending that he didn't hear anything, but he couldn't help but cough.
Commander Yang realized that he had a little silence and apologized to the old master:
"I mean Zhang Lan is not good, it has nothing to do with Daotingsi, so the chief officer doesn't have to mind."
The old Zhangsi didn't say anything, Zhang Lan retorted:
"The surname of Yang, in front of the Zhangsi, I will give you some face. Don't force me to shake out your embarrassment..."
"Do you think you have nothing to do with embarrassment? Who is afraid of who?"
The two started to quarrel again.
Fortunately, there were many guests during the meal, and everyone was cheering and changing cups, so the atmosphere overall looked quite harmonious.
Mo Hua heard what the two of them quarrel at first, but later she found that they were all trivial matters. And when she was hungry, she started eating on her own, regardless of them.
Commander Yang quarreled with Zhang Lan for a while, then he remembered that he was just quarreling with Zhang Lan and almost forgot about the serious matter.
He looked at the ink painting with bright eyes again.
Mo Hua was having a lot of fun eating. When he saw Commander Yang's eyes, he felt that he was short-speaking and was not easy to refuse, so he said politely:
"Uncle Yang, I still have to learn the formation. When my formation is successful, I will consider whether to enter the Daoting Army."
Ink Painting thought that Commander Yang was not very happy, but he didn't expect his eyes to lit up and exclaimed:
"It should be like this! The formation master is dedicated to the Tao and study the formation. This is the right way. Don't be anxious to join the Taoist military department. Even if you have successful formations in the future and are unwilling to enter the Taoist military department, it's no big deal..."
Commander Yang smiled kindly and said:
"Just join my Yang family directly..."
Zhang Lan sneered and spat, "I'll get drunk like this after a few glasses of wine? What daydreams are you? To join the Zhang family, where is your turn?"
"My Yang family is a big family..."
"I'm not the Zhang family?"
"I won't care about you."
"I'm willing to be the same as you?"
...
The two started arguing again.
Mo Hua sighed helplessly, and began to concentrate on eating his own meal again.
To be continued...