Asking About Longevity: Chapter 238 Placement

Chapter 238 Resettlement

Mo Hua asked Ji Qingbai, "Uncle Ji, do you have a place to stay?"

Ji Qingbai just came back to his senses, but his heart still couldn't calm down for a long time.

 He only heard people say that Tongxian City was becoming more prosperous than in the past, but he never expected that it could prosper to this extent.

 I was shocked and envious at the same time.

After hearing what Mo Hua said, Ji Qingbai was slightly startled, thought for a moment, and said:

"There is an old man who is a family friend of my father. He can stay there temporarily."

Mo Hua nodded, "If you have any difficulties, you can go to my dad."

Ji Qingbai looked grateful, "Thank you for taking care of me along the way."

 “It’s nothing.” Mo Hua said.

He just scares people and leads the way, with a little effort, and it doesn't take much effort.

 Just hope everyone is safe and well.

The young female cultivator named Fu Lan took the elixir and her injuries improved a little. Although her face was still as white as a sheet of paper and her movements were difficult, she still saluted the ink painting specially and said gratefully:

 “Thank you, little brother!”

Mo Hua saw that although she was a woman, alone, with twists and turns and serious injuries, she still looked determined, and secretly admired her, so he said:

“Sister, can you cook?”

Mo Hua asked a strange question. Fu Lan was stunned for a moment. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said:

“My mother sells tofu in a shop, and I can also make some meals.”

Tofu!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he said, "Now that you've recovered from your injury, if you have nothing to do, you can go to the Fushan Building on the south side of the street to make some tofu and earn some spiritual stones."

Fu Lan was slightly startled, then felt warm in her heart, and said softly: "Thank you, it's just that the Fushan Building is a dining room, and the family has a big business, so they may not be willing to take her in."

"It's okay." Mo Hua said confidently, "Just tell me my name."

 After all, half of Fushan Building is his.

Mo Hua spoke loudly, and Fu Lan was also stunned.

Mo Hua said nothing more and waved goodbye to them.

They were working hard and their injuries were not healed. Their top priority was still to find a place to stay.

After saying goodbye, Mo Hua and Yu Chengwu walked side by side towards the city.

After walking for a while, Yu Chengwu frowned and said, "Why are you following me?"

“I didn’t follow you, I just went to find Elder Yu.”

Yu Chengwu was stunned for a moment, wondering.

 It’s okay for Mo Hua to be familiar with those demon hunters, but he’s not really familiar with his father.

 But Mo Hua really walked with him all the way to Elder Yu's house.

Yu Chengwu opened the door and Mo Hua followed him in. It was as if he were entering his own yard, very familiar and not at all restrained.

Elder Yu was drinking tea in the living room. When he saw the two of them, his eyes lit up and he came out to greet them.

More than a year later, when Yu Chengwu saw his father, his mood was a little ups and downs. He was about to greet him when he saw his father, Elder Yu, directly passed him and started chatting with Mo Hua.

 “Mo Hua, what’s the matter?”

Mo Hua nodded, "It's something..."

Mo Hua told what happened on the road.

There are more and more foreign monks, unknown identities, unknown, and the danger of hunting monsters hunting monsters.

 It's okay now, they don't dare to attack the local monster hunters.

  But if things continue like this, disputes and incidents will be inevitable.

Snatching prey, killing people and stealing goods is expected to become more and more common in the future.

The more disputes there are, the more it will affect the ink painting.

With one less piece of spiritual ink, there will be one less formation to draw, and the growth of spiritual consciousness in ink painting will be slower, which will also delay the progress of his foundation building.

Elder Yu nodded, "I have heard about this matter before, and have also discussed it with the head of Daoting Division. After some time, I should think of a way to solve it..."

Mo Hua talked with Elder Yu for a long time, and after receiving Elder Yu's reply, he said goodbye and left.

Elder Yu personally delivered the ink painting to the door and told him to "be careful on the road."

Yu Chengwu, who had been standing aside for a long time, finally couldn't help but said: "Dad, I'm back!"

Elder Yu glanced at him, frowned and said, "He's back as soon as he comes back. It's not like I didn't see him."

Yu Chengwu was speechless.

After a while, he asked in a low voice: "Dad, I am your son."

When Elder Yu heard this, his eyes widened and he immediately cursed: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are not my son, how can you be the one I picked up?"

Yu Chengwu thought of his pleasant expression when talking to Mo Hua just now, and compared it with his current attitude, he suddenly felt a little tired.

But he also breathed a sigh of relief.

This violent temper and this scolding tone are familiar and friendly. It is indeed his father, and he is not dreaming.

 “I’m finally home.”

Yu Chengwu said with some emotion. Mo Hua went to the Nancheng Weapon Refining Shop and found Master Chen who was forging iron. He said, "Master Chen, please refine a spiritual weapon for me."

 “Have you decided what spiritual weapon you want?”

"Um."

Master Chen was halfway through refining the sword in his hand, so he asked Dazhu to take over. He walked aside, took a drink of water, and asked Mo Hua: "What do you want to refining?"

Mo Hua gestured with his hand, "Such a long mace!"

Master Chen choked and couldn't help but ask: "What do you want the mace for?"

“The mace is easy to use and can be used to fight sap. It has no edge and will not hurt yourself.”

Mo Hua has thought about it. If he chooses a knife or a sword, he is not strong enough to use it. If he accidentally cuts himself again, he will suffer a big loss.

The stick or the like is just right, even if you miss and hit yourself, it’s not a big deal.

“By the way, there can’t be fangs on the mace.” Mo Hua added.

 The wolf's teeth are sharp and dangerous.

 “If there are no wolf teeth, is it still called a mace?” Master Chen was stunned for a moment.

"Then let's not call it Mace. I'll give it another name." Mo Hua said.

"Okay, you're the one to use it anyway, whatever you say will be done." Master Chen said, and then he was a little worried, "The mace is very heavy, can you make it move?"

 “It doesn’t need to be heavy, just sturdy and durable.”

"Then this wolf... what kind of stick is it? What's the use of it?" Master Chen asked doubtfully.

It doesn’t have wolf fangs, and it’s not heavy. If it hits someone, wouldn’t it just scratch it?

Mo Hua said: "I'll just draw a formation."

  Formation?

Master Chen understands that ordinary sticks may be useless, but with a formation, it should be different.

 “You just have an idea.”

Master Chen nodded. He didn’t ask about the formation, and he didn’t understand much even if he did.

“I have some stick-type weapon refining manuals here. You can look through them and see if there is anything suitable. Pick one as a model and I can modify it according to your ideas.”

 “Thank you, Master Chen!”

Mo Hua took the weapon refining manual and looked through it one by one. Then he found a spiritual weapon that was similar to what he had imagined. It was about four or five feet long. It was forged from fine iron. It was medium in length and not too heavy.

 “That’s it, you have to take off the nails on it.”

 Hand pointed the ink painting to Master Chen, took out another piece of paper, drew a sketch, marked several positions on the map, and said:

“I am going to draw formations in these places.”

Master Chen took a cursory look at it, nodded and said, "No problem, come and get it in five or six days."

 “Okay!” Mo Hua said happily.

 After Mo Hua returned home, he told Mo Shan about Ji Qingbai.

Hearing this, Mo Shan couldn't help but sigh, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that the situation of the casual cultivators in Qingxuan City would be so bad."

Mo Hua asked: "Are all casual cultivators in the world oppressed by their families?"

"Even if you are not oppressed by the family, there are still sects and Tao Tingsi."

“Is it because the casual cultivators are too weak?”

Mo Shan nodded and said: "Yes, it is human nature for the powerful to bully the weak. Moreover, some families or sects compete for profits with and squeeze the casual cultivators, so that they can have interests, and only with the interests can they grow stronger. .”

“Many benefits in this world are not created out of thin air, they are just concentrated from the hands of some monks to the hands of other monks.”

Mo Hua nodded with understanding.

  It has been a month of continuous updates, and the badges have also been mixed in. I need to slow down for a while.

Reading ten thousand words every day is indeed a bit tiring.

The current progress of the plot is only the beginning.

Tongxian City is just the tip of the iceberg of the huge cultivation world. There are still many characters, plots, and settings that have not yet been developed.

The growth of Xiaomo Painting has only laid some foundations.

Many stories have been in my mind for a long time. I need to write them down and give an explanation to the characters in my writing.

 Writing a novel is really a long and torturous task.

But everything is difficult at the beginning. Now that the beginning has been made, all that is left is to keep writing.

If you want to update, you will have to do two updates a day. After a period of time, you will gradually add more updates.

In fact, I originally wanted to start two updates today, but thanks to everyone’s support, subscriptions have steadily increased.

So to thank everyone, today is still the fifth update.

 Finally, I wish you all a happy day~

　　

　　

 (End of this chapter)