Chapter 143 Old Master An (first update)


    The An family is the second largest family in Tongxian City. The patriarch is An Yonglu and An Xiaopang''s father. However, the affairs of the clan are still subject to the final decisions of Mr. An in the Foundation Establishment Period.


    Several people saluted each other when they saw Mr. An. Mr. An also exchanged a few greetings.


    Mr. An was not lazy because of his young age, but was quite polite.


    I was so polite that I felt something was wrong with the Mo Hua.


    I have never met you, why are you so kind to me?


    Mo Hua secretly felt suspicious.


    After chatting for a while, Mo Hua realized the whole story.


    The evil cultivator was indeed a illegitimate woman from the An family.


    The woman was moved by the evil cultivator''s handsome appearance, and was deceived by her sweet words, and she decided to live a lifelong life. Later, when I found out that something was wrong, it was too late. She had been used as a furnace and had a body and bones standing in a state of mind all day long.


    With bitter hatred, the woman insisted on seeking death. Although she was rescued later, she became neither human nor ghost. She lived a hard life in panic...


    Mr. An was furious when he learned about it and asked the disciples of the An family to go and investigate everywhere, but there was no news.


    The evil cultivator is an experienced master of body skills and is both difficult to detect and even more difficult to pursue.


    Mr. An also asked the Situ family, who had some friendship, and Zhang Lan, the Diansi of Daotingsi, to help investigate.


    Later on Dahei Mountain, Zhang Lan took the lead in ink paintings and captured the evil cultivator.


    Mr. An is very grateful for ink painting.


    But the ink painting still felt that it was wrong, and Mr. An was so grateful that he was a little overly grateful.


    At least he should be more grateful to Zhang Lan and Situ Fang for being. After all, they captured the people, and Mo Hua was just helping.


    Sure enough, Mr. An was implicit for a while and began to ask about the private affairs of Mo Hua.


    For example, what does your parents do, what does he want to do in the future, whether he has learned formations or the like.


    Mr. An still cannot offend him.


    Mo Hua was kind and carefully picked up some irrelevant words and answered them.


    Mr. An continued to ask.


    Mo Hua talked from the east to the west with a naive look on his face, and then from the west to the east. He talked the same thing all the time, but he was full of water talk. He should be more perfunctory and perfunctory.


    I couldn''t get it anymore, so I smiled and said I didn''t remember it.


    Anyway, he is still a child, so there is nothing wrong with saying that.


    Mr. An whispered for a while, but didn''t ask for a useful sentence, and couldn''t help but sigh in his heart:


    If the disciples of the An family have such a deliberate mind, he can save a lot of worry.


    After a while, Old Master An also called some disciples from the An family.


    There are men and women, most of them are women, and they are about the same size as ink paintings. They look good and dress very formally.


    Mo Hua glanced at him and saw An Xiaopang inside.


    There is no way, among the group of people, he is the fattest one.


    It stands out in a flock of chickens, it’s hard not to see it…


    But An Xiaopang seemed unhappy. Standing among a group of disciples, he was a little depressed and his head was kept lowering.


    It seems that although he is the son of the head of the An family, he is not valued. Moreover, among these disciples of the An family, he should be the one with the lowest qualifications, the lowest cultivation level, and the least outstanding appearance. He probably put it in it to make up the numbers.


    Mr. An said, "I have something to talk about with Zhang Diansi. If Brother Mo doesn''t dislike me, you can go back and stroll around the garden of my An home, where the flowers are full of flowers and the scenery is wonderful."


    "The disciples in these clans can be accompanied." Mr. An pointed at these disciples, especially the beautiful female disciples in front of him.


    Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, and anyone with a discerning eye could see Mr. An’s thoughts.


    Situ Xiu was also a little embarrassed and didn''t know what to say.


    Zhang Lan did not bother to watch the fun, and kept bringing a cup of tea to drink, but just gloating behind his back and raised his eyebrows at Mo Hua.


    Mr. An spent so much effort, probably because he wanted to draw ink and marry into his wife.


    Just to avoid doing so obviously, I found some other children of the An family to mix in.


    Mo Hua sighed in her heart, too lazy to be perfunctory with Mr. An. He was able to waste his time saying those polite words just now, which was already considered polite.


    Mo Hua stood up and said goodbye, "It''s getting late. I have something to do, so I''ll say goodbye first. I won''t bother you and Uncle Zhang to talk about the important matters."


    Mr. An looked a little disappointed, but he didn''t try to keep him, just said:


    "Young brother, don''t have to be polite."


    Mo Hua stood up and wanted to leave, but when he turned around, he saw An Xiaopang with a lonely expression. He hesitated for a moment, and then sighed in his heart.


    "Young Master An?"


    Mr. An''s eyes lit up, "Little brother, do you know Xiaofu?"


    Mo Hua nodded, "Young Master An and I are the same family, and we have some friendship. Young Master An has also helped me."


    An Xiaopang was stunned.


    Didn’t Mo Hua help him do his homework? When did he help Mo Hua?


    Why doesn''t he remember...


    Mr. An’s eyes became brighter, and the eyes that looked at An Xiaopang also had a little more praise.


    "Since you have some friendship with your classmates, then Xiaofu, you can take Brother Mo to go for a walk."


    Everyone in the room looked at An Xiaopang.


    The first time An Xiaopang was seen by so many people, she was a little cramped, but she still straightened her back a little and said, "Yes, grandpa."


    An Xiaopang took the ink painting out of the living room.


    After that, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body became like a deflated ball, and he became wilted again.


    It looks a bit pitiful and a little funny.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but ask, "Are you afraid of your grandfather?"


    An Xiaopang nodded, "I''m afraid. Not only my grandfather, I''m afraid of my father, but also other uncles and uncles."


    "Will they hit you?"


    An Xiaopang shook his head.


    "Will you scold you?"


    "My father can do it, but my grandfather can''t, and other uncles and uncles generally don''t. Oh, by the way, my father can beat me up too..."


    Mo Hua said in confusion: "Then why are you afraid of them?"


    An Xiaopang did not answer, but looked lost and said:


    "Ink painting, am I useless?"


    Mo Hua wanted to say no, but she couldn''t find any advantages he had, so she could only say tactfully:


    “It’s a little bit.”


    An Xiaopang became even more depressed, "My father is the patriarch. Logically speaking, I will be the patriarch in the future, but I am not capable and cannot be the patriarch..."


    "Are you unhappy because of this?"


    "Yeah." An Xiaopang nodded, "So my uncles and uncles looked at me with regret and disappointment. When I was a child, my grandfather loved me very much, but when I grew up, he wouldn''t even look at me with a straight look..."


    An Xiaopang''s voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end he could hardly hear it.


    "Didn''t you know about this before?"


    The An Xiaopang in Mo Hua''s impression is still the carefree little fat man who has a little temper but is not bad-hearted.


    Now he is becoming worried.


    "I didn''t know before, because I didn''t notice it. But one day, I suddenly realized that my grandfather''s eyes were no longer caring, but indifference and disappointment. I looked at my father and my uncles and uncles again, and they were actually the same, with only disappointment in their eyes..."


    "Maybe they have been disappointed with me a long time ago, but I haven''t noticed it."


    An Xiaopang''s eyes were deeply disappointed.


    "Then do you practice hard and learn more?" Mo Hua said.


    An Xiaopang secretly wiped his tears, "Mo Hua, I''m stupid. No matter how hard I try, I can''t learn it. No matter how I can learn what others can learn..."


    ?Thank you for the reward of 20220812183836149~


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    (This chapter ends)