Mo Hua didn't know many things that happened behind the scenes, and he thought they were well hidden from his parents.
It was not until a few days later that Mo Shan and his wife prepared some gifts and asked Mo Hua to go with them to give them to Master Chen that he realized that he had not concealed them.
"The passing rain leaves traces, and the passing geese leave their voices. Uncle Zhang is right, as long as something happens, there will always be clues. If you don't know, someone will know." Mo Hua sighed silently.
Mo Shan did not blame Mo Hua. He felt that a man should act responsibly and be able to hide things in his heart without saying anything to others.
Although Mo Hua is young, he is able to resolve himself when in danger and remains calm afterwards. He is courageous and responsible. Thinking of this, Mo Shan feels a little relieved.
Liu Ruhua was worried, distressed, and a little bit resentful in her heart, but she didn't blame him in words. She just pinched Mo Hua's little face hard and treated it as venting her anger.
Mo Shan's family of three sent gifts to the weapon refinery.
Among the gifts were several large pieces of bison meat, which were made from the thighs of two bison demons killed in Moshan, and Liu Ruhua spent several days stewing and marinating them.
The meat of the buffalo demon is not expensive. What is expensive is the time spent in marinating it and the spiritual stones it costs to stew it in the stove. If you really have to spend spiritual stones to buy it, it won't be cheap. What's more, Master Chen is not willing to spend spiritual stones to buy it.
There are so many places where he can use spirit stones.
With so much bison meat, even if the young men in the weapon making shop have big appetites, it is enough for them to eat for more than a month.
Dazhu and the others were all shocked. They had never seen so much meat in their life. They were so greedy that their mouths watered and they couldn't even wipe it off.
Master Chen got a big vat of wine and smiled from ear to ear.
He usually likes to drink a few sips, but he can't bear to do so. He drinks them one cup at a time. He wants to drink more, but he also feels sorry for the spirit stone. He drinks sparingly from the current vat of wine, as he can drink it for a long time.
After two months of calm, Zhang Lan found the ink painting again and said, "Qian Xing's injury has been cured."
"Cure?"
"The alchemist in Tongxian City was unwilling to treat Qian Xing's injury. The Qian family spent a lot of spiritual stones and hired several first-grade alchemists from outside. It took two months of hard work to cure Qian Xing. I heard that just
The elixir was refined in dozens of furnaces, and I don’t know how many spiritual herbs were consumed." Zhang Lan clicked his tongue and said.
"There are so many spirit stones..." Mo Hua was very sorry. It was a waste to use so many spirit stones to save Qian Xing.
"Be careful." Zhang Lan reminded.
Mo Hua thought for a while and said: "Qian Xing may not know that I hurt him, will he still cause trouble for me?"
"You rejected his request, which made him angry. In the end, he was blown up like that. He lay in bed for two months and spent so many spiritual stones to cure it. The most important thing is that he was embarrassed and made a fortune.
No matter who hurt him, if you are the initiator, he will remember it on your head in the end." Zhang Lan explained to Mo Hua.
"He was the one who made things difficult for me in the first place. If you really want to say it, he himself is the initiator. Doesn't he just think about his own problems?" Mo Hua said displeased.
"A direct descendant of the family, who has been pampered since childhood, will inevitably have an extreme temperament. He will not feel that he is at fault, and that others are at fault. I have seen many such people..."
Zhang Lan played with the wine glass in his hand, "What's more, if he wants your life and you don't give it to him, he will think that you are disobeying him and become angry."
Mo Hua was eye-opening, "Is there really such a person?"
"You will encounter it sooner or later," Zhang Lan said, "Not everyone in this world treats people as human beings."
Zhang Lan drank the wine in one gulp, then stood up and said, "I'm leaving. You don't have to worry too much about this matter. With so many pairs of eyes staring at you, the Qian family doesn't dare to do anything. But Qian Xing is a dandy." Besides, it’s a little bit sinister, so you should pay attention to it, just in case.”
So many pairs of eyes staring... What does it mean, who is staring?
Mo Hua wanted to ask, but Zhang Lan had already left.
Mo Hua frowned and touched the stack of formations in the storage bag, as well as the spiritual liquid and spiritual stones that were prepared according to Zhang Lan's instructions to eliminate traces of chaos, and thought silently:
Qian Xing, you'd better not come, otherwise your parents may never see you again.
After that, Mo Hua went to Mr. Zhuang to learn the formations, help others repair the formations, or go shopping in the market. On the way back and forth, he could always feel the eyes of some monks.
They thought Mo Hua didn't notice it, but Mo Hua had been drawing formations for so long, and his spiritual consciousness was much deeper than that of monks at the same level. They had already clearly understood this kind of undisguised prying.
Some people's peeks are malicious, like poisonous snakes lying in the grass, their eyes are sinister. Some people should just obey orders and stare at the ink paintings so as to understand the whereabouts of the ink paintings.
Others are relatively cold and obscure, and the ink paintings can only be vaguely perceived, not clearly.
This means that this monk's spiritual consciousness may be stronger than Mo Hua's, so his realm is much higher than Mo Hua's. He is probably a monk in the late stage of Qi refining.
In addition, there are also some friendly looks, and they are not shy. Mo Hua noticed that when they looked over, they would say hello to Mo Hua. Because they were all familiar faces, either uncles and aunts from the neighborhood, or foodies. The diners in the restaurant are either the monster hunters in the monster hunting team.
Although some of them were unfamiliar, they had seen them once or twice. There were also some whom Mo Hua had not seen before, and Mo Hua didn't recognize them, but they seemed to recognize Mo Hua. When Mo Hua looked at them, they would smile and signal.
This is what Zhang Lan meant when he said "so many pairs of eyes are staring"...
Mo Hua felt both vigilant and warm in his heart.
The monks who stared at Mo Hua did not take action for a long time. Just when Mo Hua suspected that they had given up, Qian Xing actually found Mo Hua himself.
Mo Hua came out of Mr. Zhuang's place and was about to go home. As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, he met Qian Xing.
After not seeing each other for a few months, Qian Xing looked very bad - of course, anyone who was hit by the ground fire array would not look good.
Some parts of his body were still bandaged, his face was disfigured, and he no longer waved the broken gold-sprinkled fan in his hand. He had a terrifying expression as if he wanted to eat the ink paintings.
"Don't think that you can sit back and relax because someone is protecting you. I want you to repay a hundred times the humiliation I suffered. When the time comes, you won't be able to die happily even if you want!"
"Then please pay attention to your health, don't die first." Mo Hua looked at his miserable appearance and couldn't help but said.
Qian Xing's expression began to become distorted again.
Mo Hua sighed in his heart. After all, he can be regarded as a person who has experienced life and death. Why is his mentality still so bad? He can be so angry just by saying something casually.
Although Qian Xing was angry, he did not dare to take action. Although this place was at the foot of the mountain, there were monks passing by, and most of them were monster hunters.
While he was talking, several demon hunters nearby looked over and stared at Qian Xing sharply.
Qian Xing also knew what was appropriate and said in a low voice, "Just wait for me." Then he left with a few Qian family disciples.
Mo Hua shook his head, looking at him like this, he probably wouldn't die any longer.
Wouldn't it be better to be a dandy? Just eat, drink and have fun every day. You don't have to run for a living or worry about spiritual stones. Sure enough, if people live too easy, they will think about committing suicide.
Mo Hua saluted and thanked several demon hunters nearby. After receiving kind responses, he went home.
At this time, on the mountain road behind him, Bai Zixi, who was about to look at Mo Hua's back, frowned slightly. After a moment, he opened his white teeth lightly and said softly: "Aunt Xue, check and find out what happened."
Aunt Xue, who was standing behind Bai Zixi, nodded.
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Chapter completed!