Author: Guanxu
Looking at the outstanding temperament of Aunt Xue, Zhang Lan couldn't take his eyes away.
Mo Hua looked at him with even more disgust.
Zhang Lan coughed, adjusted his appearance, looked at Aunt Xue, and said with a serious but somewhat flattering face:
"I'm Zhang Lan, I wonder if this Taoist friend..."
Aunt Xue ignored him and said directly to Mo Hua: "Mo Hua, we are waiting for you in front." After saying that, she took Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi away, leaving Zhang Lan standing there alone in a daze.
The extremely flattering expression was still frozen on his face.
Mo Hua's eyes became a little sympathetic when he looked at Zhang Lan. He wanted to pat Zhang Lan on the shoulder, but he was not tall enough and couldn't take the picture, so he could only pat his waist and said:
"People will always experience setbacks, Uncle Zhang, please be more open-minded..."
These words of comfort were spoken in his childish voice, but they did not bring any comfort at all.
Zhang Lanyu explained to himself: "I look good, my cultivation level is not low, and I have the etiquette and demeanor of a disciple from an aristocratic family. Why is she not willing to say a word to me?"
Although Mo Hua couldn't stand his narcissistic look, he felt that what he said made sense.
"Maybe Aunt Xue also heard your name as 'scumbag', so she avoided you? Why don't you try changing your name?" Mo Hua suggested.
Zhang Lan looked at the ink paintings with a speechless expression.
Mo Hua comforted him a few more words, and Zhang Lan didn't take what had just happened to his heart. After saying a few more words, Zhang Lan left with a look of regret.
Mo Hua found Aunt Xue and the three of them and continued shopping for a while. They waited until it was almost half-way before going home.
Bai Zisheng returned with a full load and stuffed a bunch of things for Mo Hua. There were many strange and weird things that Mo Hua didn't want.
Mo Hua also bought some gifts for his parents. The one he bought for Liu Ruhua was a fire hairpin. He bought it the day before yesterday. The workmanship was much better than the one he gave before.
The formation inside the hairpin was erased by the ink painting, and I drew a new one with more formations.
For this reason, before he returned home, he specially asked Master Chen to help him take apart the hairpin. After redrawing the formation, he asked Master Chen to reinstall it.
What he gave to Mo Shan was a jade pendant, which he also disassembled and redrawn a miasma-clearing formation. After activating the formation, the poisonous gas or miasma in the mountains can be eliminated to a certain extent, but the range is not large.
Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua were very happy, not only because of the gift from Mo Hua, but also because the gift contained the formation drawn by Mo Hua himself.
After the hustle and bustle of the Monster Hunting Festival passed, Tongxian City became quiet, and the monks lived their lives as usual.
Mo Hua is no exception. He needs to improve his cultivation and learn many things about formations.
That day, Mo Hua came home from Mr. Zhuang's place and was walking on the street. While pondering Mr. Zhuang's teachings, he was thinking about what other formations he needed to learn. As he was walking, he was suddenly blocked by a group of people.
Mo Hua looked up and saw a thin young man in brocade clothes, shaking a paper fan sprinkled with gold, and a flirtatious look standing in front of him.
"Master Qian?"
Qian Xing, the youngest son of the head of the Qian family.
The Qian family is the most powerful and wealthy family in Tongxian City. Qian Xing is the son of the head of the family, and he is the youngest among the direct lineage, so he is the most favored.
Qian Xing was the youngest and did not consider inheriting the family business, so he only had to think about eating, drinking and having fun. The only interaction between Mo Hua and him was when he was in Tongxian Sect, and he wrote a few formation lessons for him.
"What's up?"
Qian Xing smiled kindly and said, "I do have something, and I need to ask you for a favor."
"What's the matter?" Mo Hua always felt that he didn't have any good ideas.
Qian Xing coughed lightly and said, "On the night of the Monster Hunting Festival, I happened to bump into you. There was a little girl with a veil behind you. Do you recognize her?"
The little girl with the veil? Is she talking about Bai Zixi?
"We know each other..."
Qian Xing was overjoyed, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, "Call her out, we can get to know each other and make friends."
On the night of the Monster Hunting Festival, Qian Xing also mingled among the family disciples and saw the little girl behind Mo Hua from a distance. Although she was still young and wore a veil, she had such an unworldly temperament. After taking a look at it, he couldn't help it.
Can not forget.
He asked people to inquire about the little girl's origins, but there was no news, so he thought of starting with ink paintings. He and his followers have been looking for ink paintings for the past few days, and now he finally met her.
"I'm not familiar with it, so I can't name it." Mo Hua said perfunctorily.
Qian Xingdao: "You go shopping together and say you don't know each other well. I don't believe it. Don't worry, as long as you agree, I won't treat you badly. Do you want a spiritual stone or a spiritual weapon?"
Mo Hua said calmly: "What if I don't agree?"
The smile on Qian Xing's face gradually faded, "I'm giving you face."
Your face is worthless, no one will pick it up if you throw it on the ground...
Mo Hua didn't intend to pay attention to him, and just said: "I'm going home, can you let me go?"
"Step aside?"
Qian Xing was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Go and ask, in this Tongxian City, others have always given way to me, young master, and no one has dared to let me give way!"
Qian Xing's expression became gloomy:
"I say it again, call that little girl out and let me get to know her, and I won't hold you responsible for your offense just now. Otherwise, I will make your parents regret giving birth to you and let you suffer in this world for nothing!"
Mo Hua's eyes gradually became unkind, and he said disdainfully:
"If you want to regret it, your father must regret it first. He gave birth to such a useless person like you, who will be embarrassed in the world for nothing!"
Who doesn't know how to curse? Since Qian Xing spoke first, Mo Hua became rude.
Mo Hua felt that he just cursed an ordinary word, but Qian Xing's reaction was beyond his expectation.
Qian Xing's expression turned pale and gradually became distorted.
The surrounding area suddenly became quite quiet.
The group of boys behind Qian Xing were also a little distracted for a while. They had been following Qian Xing's arrogance for so long, and this was the first time they saw someone dare to scold Qian Xing in public.
Mo Hua was also a little stunned.
He didn't seem to be cursing anything, so why did he break his defense now?
If he can't bear this, then he wants to curse out the curse words brewing in his stomach and vomit blood directly if he is too excited?
Sure enough, people who are pampered have a fragile Taoist heart...
Qian Xing's blood suddenly surged, his eyes were red, and there were even bloodshot eyes. With trembling fingers, he pointed at the ink painting and roared ferociously:
"I want him dead! I want him dead!"
Mo Hua frowned, would he kill someone after being scolded for a few words?
Qian Xing was furious, but the younger brother behind him hesitated, "Master, do you really want to be beaten to death?"
Qian Xing stared at him with blood-red eyes, "He dies or you die, it's your choice!"
Most of them are concubines of the Qian family, or have surnames attached to the Qian family. They hang out with Qian Xing and can eat some meat and drink some soup, so they can only listen to Qian Xing. If Qian Xing is displeased, they will be like death.
He was thrown out of Qian's house like a dog.
However, following Qian Xing for so long, I have done dirty work, so I don’t feel any burden.
A disciple of the Qian family said sullenly: "Boy, I'll give you some credit so you can have some eyesight in your next life." After saying that, he punched Mo Hua directly on the forehead.
This punch was sinister and cruel, and it was obviously a fatal blow.
But when the punch was still a few feet away from the ink painting, someone grabbed it.
The Qian family disciple's fist was clenched and he tried to break free, but he couldn't. Instead, he felt his bones creaking. Before he could cry out for pain, he was punched in the face. His nosebleed spurted out, and his body was also shaken by the strong force.
He kept retreating and finally hit the wall like a rag bag, falling to the ground and fainting.
The other people were shocked for a moment. When they looked up, they saw the sturdy young man standing behind Mo Hua at some point.
He is Dazhu, the apprentice of Master Chen, who is a craftsman.
Dazhu, who usually had a naive smile, had an expressionless face at this moment, his arms were as muscular as iron, and his whole person exuded an aura of calmness and authority, standing silently behind Mo Hua.
The expression in the ink painting is as usual.
In this area of ​​​​Tongxian City South Street, if a fight breaks out, his "network" is quite extensive.
Chapter completed!