Chapter 142: Invitation (Fifth update)
After the few people separated, Mo Hua returned home and found Elder Yu the next day and told him about this.
Elder Yu was so angry that he heard the "silver-white Taoist robe".
"It must be those dogs and **** from the Qian family!"
Elder Yu pinched his waist with his hands and stood in the house. He scolded the Qian family from old to young, from top to bottom again. His words were vulgar and he was not duplicated, which made the ink painting amazed...
Elder Yu was so happy that he found Mo Hua on the side, staring at him with black eyes wide open.
Elder Yu felt a little embarrassed and said silently in his heart:
"I was angry for a moment and forgot that Mo Hua''s child is still here. Be careful next time and you can''t bring bad kids..."
Elder Yu coughed and said:
"You pretend you didn''t hear what you said just now."
"oh."
Mo Hua nodded, but silently wrote down Elder Yu''s words of scolding for reference in his heart.
It’s not good to curse people, but if you want to curse, you can’t lose.
"Elder, has the Qian family done a lot of bad things?" Mo Hua asked again.
Elder Yu was about to say it, but he stopped and said:
"This is my business, you don''t have to worry about it."
Turning his head, he muttered secretly, "...The upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked, the Qian family ancestor is a bastard, and there are not many good things to find below... It''s really a rat in the stinky ditch that is creeping into the nest..."
As he was talking, Elder Yu started cursing again without realizing it.
Ink painting is so funny.
People from the Qian family do wear silver-white Taoist robes, but it does not mean that those who wear silver-white Taoist robes must be monks from the Qian family.
Elder Yu will investigate this matter, so Mo Hua will not ask about it.
Two days later, Zhang Lan finished dealing with the evil cultivator and paid a treat out of his own pocket, allowing Mo Hua to have dinner at the Lingshen Building on North Street. Situ Fang is also here.
Lingshen Building is opened by An''s family. Mo Hua has some friendship with An''s young master An Xiaopang, and helped him draw the formation homework. He has also been here before and asked the shopkeeper how to make the stove, but he hasn''t eaten here yet.
After all, the meals made in Lingshen Building are full of spiritual energy and are very expensive.
However, Zhang Lan is not short of spiritual stones, and ink paintings are not polite to him.
"I can catch that evil cultivator this time. Thank you for your hard work, eat more." Zhang Lan pointed at the table and said.
Situ Fang nodded frequently on the side, "Eat more, you can order more if you don''t have enough."
Mo Hua''s cheeks were stuffed with bulging hands and asked, "Where is that big brother named Situ Xiu?"
"He went back to report."
"Oh." Mo Hua replied, but he didn''t care, so he just asked casually.
Mo Hua ate voraciously, while Zhang Lan was drinking leisurely while not moving her chopsticks.
He has been tired of eating these spiritual foods since he was a child. Although they are abundant in spiritual energy, they taste ordinary and he doesn’t like to eat them much.
I feel that it is the ink painter''s bison monster meat, which is fragrant and spicy, and it makes it more delicious to eat.
Situ Fang thought Mo Hua was eating with her cheeks bulging, which was very pretty and cute, so she just held her cheeks and watched Mo Hua eat.
There are only ink paintings to eat chicken, duck, fish and meat on a table of unknown species.
In fact, Mo Hua also thinks that it is not as delicious as he does, but these meals are too expensive. If you don’t eat them, it will be a bit of a waste.
But when the ink painting filled my stomach, there were still many dishes on the table.
Zhang Lan said: "I will ask the shopkeeper to pack it later and I will take it back to you."
Then he took out another storage bag and handed it to Mo Hua:
"There are a hundred spirit stones here, which are for you."
Mo Hua was happy and was about to reach out to get it, but suddenly she frowned and whispered:
"Some food, some take it. You won''t be looking for me for something, you''re bribing me..."
"What are you thinking?" Zhang Lan sighed helplessly, "I''m treating you to dinner because you have helped a lot. This spirit stone is considered a reward from Daotingsi."
"That''s it."
The ink painting was accepted with peace of mind.
Zhang Lan said again: "I have mentioned to the Zhangsi. Originally, Daotingsi would give you other rewards, but these rewards are mostly false and flashy, and they are easy to cause trouble." Mo Hua was a little curious, "What trouble will it cause?"
"These evil cultivators may not be alone. Some have accomplices, some have fellow disciples, and some even have sects. Once the Daotingsi rewards you, they may seek revenge on you."
Zhang Lan picked up the cup and took a sip of wine, "So, the outstanding achievements are counted on the Daotingsi side, so I asked them to give you more spirit stones. After all, for you, spirit stones are more practical."
Mo Hua nodded in agreement: "Yes, it''s the best thing to make a fortune in silence!"
Zhang Lan thought for a while and said, "There is another thing. The old man of the An family wants to see you."
"Old man of the An family?"
Mo Hua frowned, then realized with a flash of inspiration, and said to Zhang Lan in a low voice:
"Is that evil cultivator who is the girl from An''s family?"
Zhang Lan took a cold breath, "How did you know?"
"Didn''t you let it go that day? You can''t explain to the An family..."
Zhang Lan intercepted: "I didn''t say it!"
Mo Hua looked at him meaningfully, and Zhang Lan was troubled by seeing him.
Such things cannot be revealed...
Situ Fang saw the two of them whispering, frowned and said, "You are muttering, what are you talking about?"
Zhang Lan immediately said, "I didn''t say anything." Then he winked at Mo Hua and said secretly, "I''ll treat you next time."
Mo Hua also said, "Uncle Zhang said nothing."
Situ Fang looked at the ink painting and then looked at Zhang Lan suspiciously.
Zhang Lan was uncomfortable when she saw it, so she stood up and packed the ink paintings.
Later, the two came to An’s house with ink paintings.
The An family owner is engaged in business of spiritual food, paying attention to color, fragrance, and deliciousness, and being at home.
The An family is not as domineering as the Qian family. The pavilions and pavilions within the clan are mainly gorgeous and comfortable, light and luxurious, introverted, and not so ostentatious.
The ink paintings were all the way around.
He was not interested in the decoration of the An family, but only interested in the formation arranged by the An family.
Since entering the door, he has been staring at the various formations on the ground of the door wall.
Some formations are more obvious, and you can see at a glance. Some of them are obscure or more complicated. They need to infer based on the formation patterns or spiritual power characteristics.
The ink painting was enjoyable, but the Anjia Guard who was accompanying him was nervous.
They felt that Mo Hua didn’t seem to be here to visit, but rather to look at the spot.
There are some steps during the day and then theft at night.
The key is that although the ink painting is young, its eyes are clear and deep, as if it can see through the inner formation through the wood and stones at a glance.
He even muttered softly, such as "Solid Earth Formation", "Golden Stone Formation", "Fire Formation"...
I told you all about the formations used to set up the walls, grounds and roofs of their homes...
What kind of customers are these!
The guards of the An family felt bitter.
But the visitor is a guest, and they can''t say anything.
Fortunately, in a short while, the ink painting arrived at the living room.
Several guards also breathed a sigh of relief. They saluted an old man in the living room and then stepped down respectfully.
In the exquisite and elegant living room, an old man sat upright.
Mo Hua looked over secretly and saw that his beard was white, red, and his face was a bit majestic, but his expression was very kind. He guessed that this should be Mr. An, who was also the actual ruler of the An family.
(This chapter ends)