Chapter 81 Qian Xing


    Looking at Aunt Xue with outstanding temperament, Zhang Lan couldn''t move her eyes.


    Mo Hua looked at him even more disgusted.


    Zhang Lan coughed, tidied up her face, looked at Aunt Xue, and said with a serious face but a little flattering:


    "I''m going down to Zhang Lan, I don''t know this fellow Taoist..."


    Aunt Xue ignored him and said to Mo Hua directly: "Mo Hua, we are waiting for you in front." After that, she took Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi away, leaving Zhang Lan alone standing there blankly, with the flattering expression still froze on her face.


    Mo Hua''s eyes became a little sympathetic when he looked at Zhang Lan. He wanted to pat Zhang Lan''s shoulder, but he was not tall enough to be able to pat him, so he could only pat his waist and said:


    "People always experience setbacks, Uncle Zhang, please be more careful..."


    These words of comfort were spoken in his tender voice, and there was no comfort at all.


    Zhang Lan still puzzled himself: "I look good, have good cultivation, and have the etiquette and style of disciples of aristocratic families, why don''t she say a word to me?"


    Although Mo Hua couldn''t stand his narcissistic appearance, he thought what he said made sense.


    "Maybe Aunt Xue also called your name a ''scumbag'', so she avoided it? Why don''t you try changing your name?" Mo Hua suggested.


    Zhang Lan looked at the ink painting speechlessly.


    Mo Hua comforted her a few more words, and then Zhang Lan did not take what she had just done. After saying a few more words, Zhang Lan left with regret.


    Mo Hua found Aunt Xue and the other two, and continued to stroll around the street for a while. After almost halfway through the ugly time, they went home.


    Bai Zisheng returned home with a full load and stuffed a bunch of things for ink paintings. There are many strange things, and ink paintings are not enough.


    Mo Hua also bought some gifts for her parents, and it was a fire-proof hairpin for Liu Ruhua. She bought it the day before yesterday, which was much better than the one I gave before.


    The formation inside the hairpin was wiped out by the ink painting, and I drew a new formation with more array patterns.


    For this reason, he specially found Master Chen before returning home and asked Master Chen to help him take off the hairpin. After drawing the formation again, he asked Master Chen to reinstall it.


    The one who gave Mo Shan was a jade pendant, which was also opened by him and a new clear miasma formation was drawn. After activating the formation, it could eliminate poisonous gas or miasma in the mountains to a certain extent, but the range was not large.


    Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua were both very happy, not only because of the gifts given by Mo Hua, but also because there was a formation painted by Mo Hua himself in the gifts.


    After the noisy past the Demon Hunting Festival, Tongxian City became quiet and the monks lived a life as usual.


    Ink painting is no exception. He needs to improve his cultivation and learn a lot of things in formation.


    This Rimo Hua returned home from Mr. Zhuang and walked on the street. While pondering Mr. Zhuang''s teachings, he thought about what other formations to learn. As he walked, he was suddenly blocked by a group of people.


    Mo Hua looked up and saw a thin young man standing in front of him with a gorgeous dress, shaking a golden paper fan with frivolous eyebrows and eyes.


    "Young Master Qian?"


    Qian Xing, the youngest son of the head of the Qian family.


    The Qian family is the most powerful and richest family in Tongxian City. Qian Xing is the son of the head of the family, and the direct line among the direct line, and the smallest, so he is the most doting.


    Qianxing is the smallest and does not consider inheriting the family business, so it is enough to just consider eating, drinking and having fun. The intersection between Mo Hua and him was only when he was in Tongxianmen, he wrote several formation lessons for him.


    "What''s up?"


    Qian Xing laughed very kindly, "There is something that I really want to ask you for help."


    "What''s the matter?" Mo Hua always felt that he had no good idea.


    Qian Xing coughed a few times and said, "I happened to meet you on the night of the Monster Hunting Day. There is a little girl with a veil behind you. Do you know me?"


    A little girl with a veil? Are you talking about Bai Zixi?


    "I think I know you..."


    Qian Xing was overjoyed, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, "Call her out, let''s know each other, and make friends."


    On the night of the Monster Hunting Day, Qian Xing also mingled among his family disciples and saw the little girl behind Mo Hua from afar. Although he was young and wearing a veil, he could not forget his unworldly temperament after seeing it.


    He asked someone to inquire about the origin of the girl, but there was no news, so he thought about starting with ink painting. He has been looking for ink painting with his companions these days, and now he has finally met her. "I''m not familiar with it, I can''t call it out." Mo Hua said perfunctorily.


    Qian Xing said: "You are shopping together, but I don''t believe it. Don''t worry, as long as you agree, I won''t treat you badly. Do you want a spirit stone or a spiritual weapon?"


    Mo Hua said calmly: "What if I don''t agree?"


    The smile on Qian Xing''s face gradually faded, "I''m giving you face."


    Your face is worthless, and no one picks it up even if it is thrown on the ground...


    Mo Hua didn''t plan to pay attention to him, but said, "I''m going home, can you get out of the way?"


    “Get out of the way?”


    Qian Xing was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Go and ask, in this Tongxian City, others have always given way to the young master, and no one dared to let me give way!"


    Qian Xing''s expression became gloomy:


    "I''ll say it again, call that little girl out and let me know her, and I won''t pursue your offense just now, otherwise I will make your parents regret giving birth to you and let you suffer in this world in vain!"


    Mo Hua''s eyes gradually became unkind, and he said disdainfully:


    "If you want to regret it, your father will regret it one after another. If you give birth to such a useless person, you will be embarrassed in the world!"


    Who can''t curse? Since Qian Xing spoke first, I would be welcome.


    Mo Hua realized that he was just a curse, but Qian Xing''s reaction was beyond his expectations.


    Qian Xing''s expression was pale, and then gradually distorted.


    The surroundings became much quieter in an instant.


    The group of little brothers behind Qian Xing were also a little lost for a moment. They followed Qian Xing as a hero for so long, and this was the first time they saw someone dare to scold Qian Xing in public.


    Mo Hua was also a little stunned.


    He didn''t seem to scold anything, why did he break the defense?


    If he can''t bear this, then he will scold the swear words brewing in his stomach. Can''t Qian Xing vomit blood directly?


    Sure enough, do people who are spoiled have a relatively fragile heart?


    Qian Xing''s blood surged in an instant, his eyes were red, and blood even appeared in his eyes. His fingers trembled, pointed to the ink painting, and shouted with a ferocious expression:


    "I want him to die! I want him to die!"


    Mo Hua frowned and was about to kill someone if he was scolded for a few words?


    Qian Xing was extremely angry, but the younger brother behind him was a little hesitant, "Young Master, are you really going to be beaten to death?"


    Qian Xing stared at him with **** eyes, "He died, or you die, you choose it yourself!"


    Most of them are born in the Qian family, or are dependent on the Qian family''s foreign surnames, and follow Qian Xing. They can eat some meat and drink some soup, so they can only listen to Qian Xing. If Qian Xing is unhappy, he will have to be thrown out of Qian’s family like a dead dog.


    But after Qian Xing for so long, he has not done any dirty work before, so he has no burden in his heart.


    A disciple of the Qian family said sinisterly: "Boy, please be careful, and have some eyes for the next life." After that, he punched Mo Hua straight to Mo Hua''s forehead.


    This punch was both sinister and fierce, and it was obviously a dead end.


    But when this punch was a few feet away from the ink painting, it was grabbed by someone.


    The Qian family disciple who was clenched with his fist wanted to break free, but he couldn''t break free. Instead, he felt his bones squeaking. Before he could cry, he was punched in the face with a punch, and his nose was bleeding. His body also retreated continuously due to strong force. Finally, he hit the wall like a rag bag, and fainted.


    The other people were shocked for a moment. When they looked up, they saw the strong boy who had stood behind Mo Hua at some point.


    He is the apprentice of Master Chen, a weapon refining businessman.


    Dazhu, who usually smiles, has no expression on his face at this time, and the muscles on his arms are like iron. His whole body exudes a momentum of no anger and power, and he stands silently behind Mo Hua.


    The ink painting looks as usual.


    In this area of ??Tongxian City South Street, if there is a fight, his "connections" are quite wide.


    (This chapter ends)