Asking About Longevity: Chapter 142 A treat fifth update
Chapter 142 A Treat (Fifth update)
After they separated, Mo Hua returned home and found Elder Yu the next day and told the matter.
When Elder Yu heard about "silver white Taoist robes", everyone was furious.
“It must be those **** from the Qian family!”
Elder Yu stood in the room with his hands on his waist and scolded the Qian family from eldest to youngest, top to bottom. The words were vulgar and not heavy-handed, which made Mo Hua amazed...
Elder Yu was scolding him so much that he realized that Mo Hua was standing aside, looking at him with widened black eyes.
Elder Yu was a little embarrassed and said silently:
“When I was angry for a moment, I forgot that the child Mo Hua was still here. I have to be more careful next time and don’t lead a good child to bad things..."
Elder Yu coughed and said:
“You pretend you didn’t hear what I just said.”
"oh."
Mo Hua nodded, silently writing down Elder Yu's curse words in his mind for reference.
It’s not a good idea to curse, but if you do, you can’t lose.
“Elder, have the Qian family done a lot of bad things?” Mo Hua asked again.
Elder Yu was about to say something, but he stopped and said:
“This is a matter for adults, you don’t have to worry about it.”
He turned around and muttered secretly: "...the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The ancestor of the Qian family is a bastard. There are not many good things down there...it is really a nest of rats in the stinking ditch..."
As he spoke, Elder Yu started to curse again without knowing it.
Ink painting makes you laugh or cry.
Members of the Qian family indeed wear silver-white robes, but that does not mean that those who wear silver-white robes must be monks of the Qian family.
This matter is still up to Elder Yu to investigate, and Mo Hua will leave it alone.
Two days later, after Zhang Lan finished dealing with the evil cultivators, he spent his own money to treat Mo Hua to the Lingshan Building on North Street for dinner. Situ Fang is also there.
Lingshan Building is owned by the An family. Mo Hua has some friendship with An Xiaopang, the young master of the An family, and helped him draw formations. He has been here before and asked the shopkeeper how to make the stove, but he has never eaten here.
After all, the meals prepared by Lingshanlou are full of spiritual energy and are very expensive.
However, Zhang Lan is not short of spiritual stones, and his ink paintings are not polite to him.
“Thank you for catching that evil cultivator this time, please eat more.” Zhang Lan pointed at the table full of dishes.
Situ Fang nodded frequently, "Eat more. If it's not enough, you can order more."
Mo Hua’s cheeks were bulging and he asked: “Where is the big brother named Situ Xiu?”
“He returned to his life.”
"Oh." Mo Hua responded. He actually didn't care, so he just asked casually.
Mo Hua devoured his food, while Zhang Lan drank wine leisurely and didn't move his chopsticks much.
He has been tired of eating these spiritual meals since he was a child. Although the spiritual energy is abundant, the taste is mediocre and he doesn't like to eat it much.
In my heart, I feel that it is still the bison meat of the Mo Painter. It is fragrant and spicy, and it is even more delicious when eaten.
Situ Fang felt that Mo Hua looked particularly delicate and cute with his little cheeks puffed out while eating, so he just held his cheeks and watched Mo Hua eat.
There was a table of chicken, duck, and fish of unknown species, and only Mo Hua was eating.
Mo Hua actually thinks that the food is not as delicious as his mother’s food, but these meals are too expensive, and it would be a bit of a waste if he doesn’t eat them.
But when Mo Hua filled his stomach, there were still a lot of dishes on the table.
Zhang Lan said: "I'll ask the shopkeeper to pack them up and take them back to you later."
Then he took out another storage bag and handed it to Mo Hua:
"There are one hundred spiritual stones in here, which are for you."
Mo Hua was happy and was about to reach out for it when he suddenly frowned and whispered:
"Some are to eat, and others are to be taken. You are not looking for me because of something, and are you bribing me..."
"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Lan sighed helplessly, "I invite you to dinner because you have been a big help. This spiritual stone is a reward from Daotingsi."
“That’s it.”
The ink painting was accepted with peace of mind.
Zhang Lan added: "I mentioned it to the headmaster. Originally, the Dao Tingsi would give you other rewards, but most of these rewards were vain, flashy, and easy to get into trouble." Mo Hua was a little curious, "Yes. What trouble are you causing?”
"These evil cultivators may not be alone. Some have accomplices, some have fellow disciples, and some even have sects. Once the Dao Tingsi rewards you, they may seek revenge on you."
Zhang Lan picked up the cup and took a sip of the wine, "So, the apparent merit is attributed to Daotingsi, and I asked them to give you more spirit stones. After all, spirit stones are more real to you."
Mo Hua nodded in agreement: "Yes, making a fortune silently is the best!"
Zhang Lan thought for a while and then said: "There is one more thing. Mr. An wants to see you."
“Mr. Anjia?”
Mo Hua frowned, then he understood with a flash of inspiration, and whispered to Zhang Lan:
“That evil cultivator, is it the girl from An’s family who is taking supplements?”
Zhang Lan took a breath and said, "How do you know?"
"Didn't you let something slip that day? You couldn't possibly explain it to Anjia..."
Zhang Lan interrupted: "I didn't say anything!"
Mo Hua looked at him meaningfully, which made Zhang Lan have a headache.
This kind of thing cannot be leaked out...
Seeing the two of them talking in low voices, Situ Fang frowned and said, "What are you whispering about?"
Zhang Lan immediately said: "I didn't say anything." Then he winked at Mo Hua and said secretly, "I'll treat you to a meal next time."
Mo Hua then said: "Uncle Zhang didn't say anything."
Situ Fang glanced at the ink painting, and then looked at Zhang Lan suspiciously.
Zhang Lan felt uncomfortable, so he stood up and packed the ink paintings.
The two of them came to Anjia with their ink paintings.
The owner of the An family is engaged in the business of spiritual food, and he pays attention to the beauty, fragrance, and feeling of being at home.
The An family is not as domineering as the Qian family. The pavilions and pavilions in the family are mainly gorgeous and comfortable, light and luxurious, restrained and not so ostentatious.
Looking at the ink paintings along the way.
He was not interested in Anjia's decorations, only in the formations arranged by Anjia.
Since the moment he entered the door, he has been staring at the various formations on the door wall and studying the formations on the ground.
Some formations are more obvious and can be seen at a glance. Some formations are obscure or more complicated, and he has to infer them based on the formation patterns or spiritual power characteristics.
The ink paintings were read with gusto, but the accompanying Anjia guards were nervous inside.
They feel that the ink painting is not like a guest, but like a visitor.
Step in the daytime, and come to steal the house at night.
The key is that although Mo Hua is young, his eyes are clear and somewhat profound, as if he can see through the walls, wood and stone at a glance and see through the inner formation.
Even he was whispering softly about "solid earth formation", "golden stone formation", "fire formation"...
Tell them all the formations they used to install the walls, floors, and roofs of their houses...
What kind of guests are these?
Anjia guard felt bitter in his heart.
But the visitors are guests, so they can’t say anything.
Fortunately, Mo Hua arrived in the living room in just a short while.
Several guards also breathed a sigh of relief. They saluted an old man in the living room and then left respectfully.
In the exquisite and elegant living room, an old man sat.
Mo Hua secretly looked over and saw that his beard and hair were all white, his face was red, and his face was a little majestic, but his expression was very kind. He guessed that this must be Mr. An, the actual leader of the An family.
(End of this chapter)