Chapter 86 Treatment of injuries


    Zhang Lan frowned.


    Although he doesn’t want to admit it, he feels that the more he doesn’t want to admit it, the more likely it is the fact.


    The formation cannot be painted by ink painting, right? Then this person is also painted by ink painting?


    Although ink painting only has the fourth level of Qi refining, since he started learning to restore the formation, his formation level is not low. Drawing a formation to explode someone should not be difficult for him.


    Zhang Lan thought about it and wiped out all the traces of the formation, then thought about when to find Mo Hua to ask for a pot of wine, and ask for a clear question.


    He has no psychological burden on favoritism.


    He was born in a noble family and had seen many playboys since childhood, so he looked down on Qian Xing, a family child who relied on his family''s reputation, bullied others and acted as a mighty family. He felt that they not only wasted the family''s resources, but also corrupted the family''s reputation.


    It’s just a little regretful that the formation is not powerful enough and did not blow the Qian family to death.


    "This kid Mo Hua is still not good at learning skills..." Zhang Lan murmured.


    In Xinglin Hall, Mr. Feng cured Dazhu and the others'' injuries.


    Mr. Feng doesn’t like to cause trouble and is unwilling to cure children. He was originally unwilling to treat them. Mo Hua said that he was bullied and Dazhu and others helped him, so he was injured.


    Of course, the bullied Mo Hua was lively and only a little bit of skin, and the person who bullied him was already blown up so much that he was not like a human being... I still don''t tell Mr. Feng about this kind of thing.


    Mr. Feng was still biased when he saw Mo Hua grow up. He listened to Mo Hua''s attitude towards Dazhu and others eased. He prepared some herbs to rub them on the wound and gave them some elixirs to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.


    Dazhu whispered: "Mo Hua, you have such a big face. You can actually persuade Mr. Feng. I was injured in a fight before, and no matter what the reason was, I didn''t dare to come to Mr. Feng for fear that he would blame me."


    Mo Hua said: "Mr. Feng is kind-hearted. What do you really have? He will definitely take action to treat him. If he doesn''t treat him, he will know that you are not seriously injured."


    Dazhu nodded suspiciously, but if Mo Hua hadn''t brought it with him, they wouldn''t have dared to come to Mr. Feng no matter what.


    Mr. Feng and his wife were injured after seeing Dazhu and the others, and then he looked at the ink paintings. Seeing that the ink paintings were all just some skin injuries, he felt relieved.


    "Your weakness is born with you and it is not suitable to fight with others. If you really can''t avoid it, just find a way to run away earlier. Don''t hurt your life."


    Mo Hua said helplessly: "Grandpa Feng, I ran away, but I didn''t."


    Mr. Feng frowned, "Who in Tongxian City is so ignorant that you, a child, will bully you?"


    Mo Hua laughed and said, "It''s not a big deal, just forget it if it''s over."


    Mr. Feng didn''t want to say the ink painting, nor did he force him, but he just told him:


    "I won''t talk about other places, but I still have some slight slightness in Tongxian City. If someone really bullies you and you can''t resist, you must tell me."


    "Yeah, thank you Grandpa Feng!"


    Mo Hua said gratefully, touched her neck and found that after applying the ointment given by Mr. Feng, it was so cool that it was no longer painful. So she said goodbye: "It''s getting late, I''ll go home first. Next time I come, I''ll give you the osmanthus wine brewed by my mother!"


    Mr. Feng waved his hand, "Go back early, don''t worry your mother."


    Mo Hua and Dazhu said goodbye. Seeing Dazhu and the others frowning, they asked, "Are you seriously injured?"


    "The injury is not serious, but I have all lost the lottery. I can''t heal in a day or two. Master will definitely not be able to hide it." Dazhu said dejectedly.


    "Master Chen?" "Yes, Master has repeatedly reminded us not to cause trouble and not to fight. If there are casualties in the fight, we need to treat our own injuries and pay the spirit stones to others..."


    "Yes, so every time we fight, whether we take advantage of it or not, the master will punish us."


    Several disciples said one after another.


    Mo Hua was a little disgusted. Dazhu and the others helped him and started fighting with Qian Xing and the others. If Qian Xing hadn''t been aggressive, he wouldn''t have beaten like this.


    Mo Hua said: "Qian Xing bullies others with his power. You fight because of helping me. Master Chen is not an unreasonable person, so he should not blame you."


    "Yeah." Dazhu nodded, but was still a little nervous.


    "If Master Chen still wants to blame you, you can tell him that I can help you with any formation you need to draw in the weapon refining industry in the future, as long as it is not too difficult."


    "Really?" Dazhu''s eyes lit up. It took a lot of spirit stones to ask someone to draw the formation. The master felt very distressed every time. If the ink painting can help in the future, the master will definitely be happy.


    "Just," Dazhu hesitated, "wouldn''t you suffer a loss."


    "My father often tells me that neighbors and friends should take care of each other. If you help me, I will help you too. How can you suffer a loss?" Mo Hua patted his chest and said.


    Mo Shan was very happy when he knew Mo Hua painted the formation for others. He often said this to Mo Hua, and even said that within his ability, he could help. The life of the scattered cultivator at the bottom was difficult, and he lived with each other.


    In the past, when the ink painting family was in trouble, they received many attention.


    Dazhu was very happy, "In the future, that little **** Qian Xing will cause trouble for you again, and we will help you beat him up!"


    "Yes, beat him!" Several disciples also said.


    After everyone separated, Mo Hua returned home, had supper, said a few words to her mother, and then went back to her room to continue to see the formation.


    He did not mention Qian Xing''s matter to avoid worrying his mother.


    The Qian family is too powerful. If you can’t provoke it, try not to provoke it. If you really can’t avoid it, you’ll talk about it. Fortunately, the Qian family didn''t know that it was because they used the formation to hurt Qian Xing, so they shouldn''t cause trouble for Mo Hua in the short term.


    Liu Ruhua sat alone under the lamp sewed clothes. When Mo Shan came back, she said to her husband:


    "Hua''er was injured. He didn''t say anything, but he also covered the wound. He didn''t want me to see it, but I''m his mother, how could I not see it..."


    Mo Shan comforted his wife and said, "Mo Hua is a boy. It is right for a boy to be responsible. If he doesn''t say it, it means that he can handle it. It should not be a big deal. Don''t ask him."


    "Well," Liu Ruhua nodded, "I''m still a little worried... Mo Hua has always been well-behaved and should not have conflicts with others."


    "I''ll ask someone tomorrow. Don''t worry if you see what happened. Even if something happens, I will still be there."


    Mo Shan comforted his wife in a gentle tone, only a trace of light flashed in his eyes.


    At this time, in the weapon refining shop, Dazhu and the others were being punished by Master Chen to kneel in front of the hall.


    Master Chen held the stick in his hand and his face was as heavy as water.


    "Okay, you are brave now, your wings are hard, you fight with others, and even Daotingsi was alarmed. If I hadn''t heard about this from others, I was still kept in the dark, wouldn''t you take me as a master seriously?"


    (This chapter ends)