Chapter 49 Sunset


    In the evening, Mo Hua went home first and asked her mother to make some food, two bowls of hot noodles, some beef sauce, refreshing pickles, a few plates of snacks and a pot of osmanthus wine.


    Afterwards, all the food was put into the food box, put it in the storage bag, and brought it to the mountain.


    On the hillside, there were two children, a man and a woman, and the woman wearing a veil, still standing straight.


    Mo Hua walked up to them with a storage bag and said straight to the point:


    "You have disturbed Mr. Zhuang''s purity, so let''s go back. Mr. Zhuang doesn''t want to see you."


    The two children looked a little depressed when they heard this, and the woman wearing a veil said:


    "I''d like to inform you, and I said that it was an old friend who came to visit and had important matters to discuss. I must ask Mr. Zhuang to meet him."


    Mo Hua said: "Why did you come? Why didn''t Mr. Zhuang know? He didn''t want to see him, so he wouldn''t see him naturally. It would be useless to wait any longer."


    The boy said firmly, "As long as I can see Mr. Zhuang, I will wait for how long."


    The **** one side said nothing, but her eyes didn''t mean to retreat at all.


    Mo Hua said curiously: "If Mr. Zhuang has never seen you, will you really wait? You have to wait for ten or a hundred years?"


    The boy kept his neck tampered and said nothing.


    He is quite handsome and smart, but he is a little too stubborn. Ink painting secretly complains.


    "Then what are you eating?"


    “I have the fasting pill.”


    "Eating too much fasting pill will hurt your body." Mo Hua said.


    Fasting Pill is one of the pills refined by alchemists. It is refined and condensed into pills with some ordinary ingredients and fresh-keeping medicines. It is easy to preserve and has the effect of filling hunger and replenishing blood and qi. It is one of the essential pills for monks to travel for a long distance or go into seclusion for a long time. However, long-term consumption will damage the blood and qi of monks.


    Of course, there is another reason why casual cultivators do not eat fasting pills, which is that fasting pills are not cheap, and using fasting pills to satisfy hunger is not cost-effective.


    "Hmph," the boy snorted, "Don''t worry."


    But he still secretly looked at the woman covered in a veil.


    The veiled woman said, "We have appreciated my friend''s feelings, but we must meet Mr. Zhuang on this trip, otherwise we will not go back."


    "You stay here to see Mr. Zhuang, but no matter how long you stay here, you will never see Mr. Zhuang. With Mr. Zhuang''s temperament, the longer you stay, the less he wants to see you." Mo Hua said.


    The veiled woman hesitated for a moment. Although she had never seen Mr. Zhuang, she had heard of her actions and knew that what the young boy in front of her might be right.


    If Mr. Zhuang doesn''t want to see them, he will never see them even if he becomes a dry bone here.


    Seeing that she was slightly shaken, Mo Hua continued, "People who practice Taoism pay attention to opportunities in everything. Mr. Zhuang did not see you because the fate has not come. Since the fate has not come, no matter how you persist, it will go against your wishes."


    The woman couldn''t help but ask, "When will I have the chance to see the sir?"


    Mo Hua said: "This depends on the teacher''s mood. You come to visit Mr. on a sunny day, without having to stay too long. Just give a tribute in front of the door. If the door is open, it means that the teacher wants to see you, but if the far door is closed, it means that the fate has not arrived. Mr. does not want to see you, so you will leave by yourself."


    The woman was still a little hesitant, "The lady has instructed her to take the young master and the lady to see Mr. Zhuang, and now she has left..."


    "If you wait ten or eight years and delay your practice, stay awake and destroy your blood and energy, even if you meet Mr. Zhuang and become your teacher, your foundation will be damaged and it will be difficult to see the great way. What''s the point?" Mo Hua asked back.


    The woman nodded and suddenly frowned, "We didn''t say we wanted to take Mr. Zhuang as our teacher. How did you know?"


    Mo Hua thought to myself, you came to visit the teacher with two children of enlightenment age, not to get a disciple, what else can you do?


    If you simply visit an old friend, you will not stay for these seven days and still not leave.


    However, on the surface, the ink painting still pretends to be calm and gentle, and Mr. Zhuang said:


    "I said that everything is as expected by Mr. Zhuang. Please go back. When Mr. Zhuang is willing to see you, he will naturally see you."


    After saying that, Mo Hua felt that the time was almost right, so he opened the food box and the fragrance floated out.


    "Do you want something to eat?"


    Fortunately, the boy couldn''t stand immediately. Although he pretended to be calm, his eyes could not resist looking into the food box.


    The taste of fasting pill is not good, and eating too much will inevitably make you feel uncomfortable. The color, aroma and taste are not comparable to the wine, meat and snacks in the Meso food box.


    The woman with a veil saw that the young master and the lady looked pale and her lips were not **** at all. When she thought of her two children being pampered before, she felt soft when she was so hungry.


    She watched her two children grow up. Even if she could not take Mr. Zhuang as her teacher and violated her wife''s instructions, she would never bear to let the young master and the lady suffer.


    What''s more, the young boy in front of him is right. If he eats fasting pill every day, he will not sleep until he is affected by the cold and heat in the mountains, and will not make up for anything. "That''s thank you, my friend."


    The woman thanked Mo Hua and said to the two children:


    "Miss, please have something to eat first. Since Mr. Zhuang doesn''t want to see us, it is naturally the time has not come. We will visit us again on a date."


    The two children also thanked Mo Hua.


    Then he took out the noodles and various snacks from the food box and started eating. Although he was hungry, he still behaved dignifiedly every time he ate. At first glance, he was a child of aristocratic family with good tutoring.


    The boy tasted the spicy beef. The smell first became a bit strange in his mouth, and then the fragrance spreaded. He couldn''t help but ask, "What kind of meat is this?"


    "The flesh of the monster."


    The boy widened his eyes, "Can the meat of monsters be eaten?!"


    Mo Hua gave him a blank look, "Didn''t you eat this..."


    "Didn''t it mean that eating the flesh of monsters will ruin your blood and energy and lose your mind?"


    "This is the meat of the bison demon. It eats plants and trees and will not destroy the blood and energy of the monks. Those monsters that eat meat and eat humans cannot eat their meat."


    Ink painting has a rare and strange look.


    The boy looked at the meat in his hand and was a little afraid, but he didn''t want to be underestimated by Mo Hua. He ate a few more bites, and then found that the more he ate this meat, he couldn''t stop...


    The girl next to her looked at the snacks in the Mohua food box, "This snack..."


    "It was made by my mother, it''s so delicious!" Mo Hua said proudly.


    "Your mother...will you make snacks for you..."


    "In addition to dim sum, there are many delicious foods." Mo Hua nodded.


    A hint of envy appeared in the little girl''s cold eyes, then she picked up the snacks on the plate, opened her lips and teeth slightly, and took a bite.


    Crispy and sweet.


    The little girl lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and she couldn''t tell her thoughts. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Mo Hua and praised, "It''s delicious."


    The sound is clear and beautiful. It is probably just like this that the heavenly beings play the piano and play the fairy music in the legend.


    Mo Hua was also very happy, squinted and smiled:


    "Well, my mother made the best things!"


    After several people finished their meals, Aunt Xue took out a jade pendant with bright light and handed it to the ink painting:


    "This is a first-class pure heart pendant. Wearing it with you can make your mind focused when practicing. It is not expensive. I would like to express your gratitude to you."


    Although Aunt Xue is not expensive, looking at the flowing lights above, it is just an ordinary product. It is even more expensive for casual cultivators like ink paintings.


    Although I want ink painting a little, I also know that I can’t.


    They are so polite to themselves, but in fact they are all for Mr. Zhuang''s face. If it weren''t for this, they would probably not have said anything to them under the huge gap in their identities.


    I have learned the formation with Mr. Zhuang, and I have already inherited Mr. Zhuang’s affection and cannot exchange Mr. Zhuang’s face for benefits.


    Mo Hua declined, Aunt Xue still wanted to give it to him, Mo Hua said:


    "If you really want to give it, just give it some money, just five spirit stones."


    Aunt Xue was stunned for a moment, as if she had never heard of such a request, but she still took out a storage bag, which contained forty or fifty spirit stones.


    Mo Hua only took out five of them and returned the bag to Aunt Xue. Without waiting for Aunt Xue to say anything, she waved her hand and took her own storage bag down the mountain.


    Aunt Xue stared at the ink painting in a daze. As the ink painting was about to walk away, the little girl suddenly spoke, her voice clear and beautiful:


    "May I have your name?"


    Although the sound is light, I still hear the ink painting.


    Mo Hua turned around and said with a smile: "My name is Mo Hua."


    At this time, the sunset is like splashing ink, and the scenery in the mountains is like a painting.


    In the gorgeous sunset, the ink painting stands in the mountains, as if standing in the beautiful painting of the mountains.


    The name Mo Hua remained in her sea of ??consciousness along with the colorful clouds in the sky.


    ?I hope you can read it if you have time. If you have enough reading, you can be put on the shelves sooner, and I will update it more~(=^_^=)


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    (This chapter ends)