Asking About Longevity: Chapter 143 Mr. An first update

Chapter 143 Mr. An (1st update)

The An family is the second largest family in Tongxian City. The patriarch is An Yonglu, who is also An Xiaopang’s father. However, Mr. An, who is in the foundation building period, still has the final say on all matters in the clan.

When several people saw Mr. An, they all saluted. Mr. An also exchanged a few pleasantries.

Mr. An did not treat Mo Hua lightly because of his young age. Instead, he was quite polite.

He was so polite that Mo Hua felt something was wrong.

 Have never met, why are you so nice to me?

Mo Hua stood up and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he saw Fatty An who looked lonely. He hesitated for a moment, and then sighed inwardly.

 Mr. An put so much thought into it, probably because he wanted to marry Mo Hua into his wife.

Mo Hua was secretly suspicious.

 After a while, Mr. An also called some disciples of the An family.

Mr. An should not be offended.

It seems that although he is the son of the head of the An family, he is not taken seriously. Moreover, among this group of An family disciples, he should be the one with the lowest qualifications, the lowest cultivation level, and the least outstanding appearance. He is probably put there to make up for the numbers. .

Mr. An was furious when he learned about it, and privately asked An family disciples to search everywhere, but there was no news.

It's just that Fatty An didn't seem happy. He stood in a group of disciples, a little unhappy, and kept his head lowered.

 An Xiaopang shook his head.

 For example, what does his parents do, what does he want to do in the future, whether he has learned formations, etc.

“Perhaps they have been disappointed with me for a long time, but I have never noticed it.”

The woman saw the evil cultivator's handsome appearance and fell in love with him. She was deceived by his sweet words and made a secret love marriage for the rest of her life. Later, when it was discovered that something was wrong, it was too late. She had been used as a furnace, and her bones were broken and she was in a daze all day long.

Mo Hua couldn't help but ask: "Are you afraid of your grandpa?"

 There are both men and women, mostly women. They are all about the size of ink paintings, good-looking, and very formally dressed.

 Looking a little pitiful, but also a little funny.

Mr. An looked slightly disappointed, but he didn’t do much to persuade him. He just said:

Suffering from bitterness and hatred, the woman insisted on seeking death. Although she was later rescued, she became neither a human nor a ghost. She lived a miserable life in panic...

 “Is it because of this that you are unhappy?”

 An Xiaopang nodded, "I'm afraid. Not only my grandfather, I'm also afraid of my father and other uncles."

 After that, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body shrank like a deflated ball.

Mr. An's eyes brightened even more, and he looked at Xiaopang An with a little more approval.

 An Xiaopang’s eyes showed deep disappointment.

“My dad can do it, but my grandpa can’t, and other uncles generally can’t either. Oh, by the way, my dad can also beat me...”

 Everyone in the room looked at Fatty An.

The evil cultivator is sophisticated in his methods and is good at physical skills. It is difficult to detect and even more difficult to track down.

Ink Hua innocently talked from east to west, and then from west to east. Chalulu talked for a while, with a serious look on his face, but what he said was all nonsense. He could be as perfunctory as possible.

Zhang Lan, on the other hand, watched the excitement without taking it too seriously. He calmly held a cup of tea and drank tea, secretly gloating at the ink painting and raising his eyebrows.

Mr. An continued to ask.

Now he has become very worried.

Mr. An's eyes lit up, "Little brother, do you know Xiao Fu?"

Mr. An also relied on his connections and asked the Situ family, who he had some friendship with, and Zhang Lan, the chief of Daotingsi, to help in the investigation.

 “Little brother, please feel free to do what you want, no need to be polite.”

 An Xiaopang took the ink painting out of the living room.

 An Xiaopang became even more frustrated, "My father is the clan leader. Logically speaking, I will also be the clan leader in the future, but I don't have the ability to be the clan leader..."

"Yeah." An Xiaopang nodded, "So my uncles and uncles looked at me with regret and disappointment. My grandfather also loved me when I was young, but when I grew up, he didn't even know how to correct me. Just look at me..."

Standing out from the crowd, it’s hard not to see it...

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The Fatty An in Mo Hua’s impression is still the careless little fat guy with a bit of a temper, but a good heart.

If the disciples of the younger generation of the An family could have such a vision, he would be able to save a lot of worry.

 “Master An?”

Mo Hua nodded, "Master An and I are from the same sect, and we have some friendship. Master An even helped me."

Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed. Anyone with a discerning eye could see what Mr. An was thinking.

 Just in order not to be so obvious, I found some other An family disciples to mix in.

Mo Hua stood up and said goodbye: "It's getting late. I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. I won't disturb you and Uncle Zhang from talking about business."

 “Didn’t you know about this kind of thing before?”

It was the first time that An Xiaopang was looked at by so many people. He felt a little embarrassed, but he straightened his back a little and said, "Yes, Grandpa."

Mo Hua took a look and saw Xiaopang An inside.

The person who practiced evil repairing and collecting supplements was indeed a concubine from the An family.

Situ Xiu was also a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Mo Hua wanted to say no, but he couldn't seem to find any merit in him, so he could only say tactfully:

  “A little bit.”

Mo Hua sighed inwardly and was too lazy to deal with Mr. An.        It was enough of a courtesy for him to waste time saying those polite words.

Mr. An is very grateful for the ink paintings.

An Xiaopang’s voice became softer and quieter, and finally became almost inaudible.

As expected, Mr. An was reserved for a while and then began to ask about Mo Hua's personal affairs.

 “Will I scold you?”

 “Will they hit you?”

 There is nothing I can do about it, he is the fattest among the group of people.

Later on the Dahei Mountain, Zhang Lan had Mo Hua to lead the way, and then he caught the evil cultivator.

 At least he should be more grateful to Zhang Lan and Situ Fang. After all, they were the ones who captured the person, and Mo Hua just helped.

Mr. An said: "Zhang Diansi and I still have something to discuss. If little brother Mo doesn't mind, you can go to the back and take a look at my An family's garden. It's full of flowers and the scenery is wonderful."

But Mo Hua still felt something was wrong, and Mr. An was a little too grateful.

"I didn't know before because I didn't notice it. But then one day, I suddenly discovered that the way my grandfather looked at me was no longer concerned, but indifferent and disappointed. When I looked at my father and my Those uncles and uncles, they are all the same, they only have disappointment in their eyes..."

Mr. An made some insinuations for a while, but didn't come up with a useful question. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Then why are you afraid of them?"

 An Xiaopang was stunned.

"Since we have some friendship with each other, Xiaofu, you can take Brother Mo for a walk."

 After chatting for a while, Mo Hua understood the whole story.

“All the disciples from these tribes can accompany us.” Mr. An pointed at the group of disciples, especially the beautiful female disciples in front.

I couldn’t get it right, so I just laughed and said I didn’t remember.

 An Xiaopang did not answer, but looked disappointed and said:

Didn’t Mo Hua help him with his homework? When did he help Mo Hua?

 Why doesn’t he remember...

  He is still a child anyway, so there is nothing wrong with saying so.

 “Ink painting, am I useless?”

“Then you practice hard and learn more?” Mo Hua said.

An Xiaopang secretly wiped away his tears, "Mo Hua, I'm stupid. No matter how hard I try, I can never learn. I can't learn what others can learn, no matter how hard I learn..."

  Thank you 20220812183836149 for the reward~

　　

　　

 (End of this chapter)