Chapter 144: An Jia (Second Update)


    An Xiaopang secretly wiped his tears.


    Mo Hua sighed and took An Xiaopang around An’s house. An Xiaopang was in a better mood and suddenly realized something was wrong:


    "This is my family, why are you more familiar with me?"


    Your formation is too simple to set, and you can see through it at a glance.


    Mo Hua said in his heart, but after taking care of An’s face, he didn’t say anything directly, just said:


    "I am the formation master, I can see it based on the formation."


    The formation is arranged based on the pavilions and towers of the An family’s mansion. When Mo Hua saw through the formation, he naturally knew how the An family’s mansion was built.


    Rockery and water, pavilions, lofts and platforms, and every earth and wood are all in line with the formation, and there are traces to follow.


    An Xiaopang said enviously: "Mo Hua is so amazing. I would have been so smart as I was with you."


    Mo Hua said: "You don''t have to be discouraged. My talents are born to be useful. Think about it, what do you like to do?"


    My talents are born to be useful...


    An Xiaopang was quite encouraged. He frowned and thought for a long time, and his eyes lit up:


    “I like to eat!”


    The expression of ink painting stagnated.


    An Xiaopang scratched his head, "Is this... not very good?"


    "It''s... OK." Mo Hua said against his conscience.


    An Xiaopang scratched his head again.


    Mo Hua said: "Don''t care what others say, don''t care what others think, think carefully, what is the thing you want to do most in your life? Don''t seek to achieve great things, it''s good to be able to have no regrets."


    "Oh." An Xiaopang nodded.


    The two walked around the garden.


    An Xiaopang suddenly remembered something and said, "Mo Hua, my grandfather seems to want you to marry into the family."


    Mo Hua was not surprised, but instead said curiously: "How did you know."


    "When my mother was chatting with my group of aunts, I heard that they like to talk about this, and they don''t feel tired after chatting for a whole day..."


    Mo Hua saw An Xiaopang enjoying it. He probably had a day chatting with others, and An Xiaopang also listened to it with relish for a day...


    But Mo Hua still said in confusion: "I am only in my teens. Is it too early for your grandfather to consider it?"


    "It''s not too early." An Xiaopang shook his head, "This kind of thing must be settled early, and it will be snatched up if it''s too late."


    An Xiaopang lowered his voice again and said, "I heard that some aristocratic families have matched each other with their marriages since the birth of their children and their spiritual roots have been confirmed."


    "Does the baby kiss?"


    "Yeah." An Xiaopang nodded, "Those aristocratic families with family backgrounds will study the inheritance of spiritual roots, what kind of spiritual roots monks form Taoist couples, and what kind of spiritual roots can give birth to children. In order to cultivate more rare and higher-grade spiritual roots, families will marry according to spiritual roots."


    "Is the marriage of spiritual roots really useful..."


    "It''s useful." An Xiaopang said, "Among those disciples of the aristocratic families, there are countless top-grade spiritual roots, and the top-grade and lower-grade spiritual roots are all considered ordinary qualifications. And we cultivators from small places are good, which is considered a medium-grade one. This is the result of the aristocratic families studying the inheritance of spiritual roots and marriage with this kind of marriage."


    Mo Hua frowned. He only knew that there was spiritual root inheritance, but he didn''t expect there was such a deep way here.


    "Isn''t it your love and I want to do something like getting married? Can those disciples who have been forced to marry agree?"


    "You can''t help yourself." An Xiaopang sighed, "You eat the clan and drink the clan''s work. You practice the clan''s skills and use the clan''s spirit stones and spiritual objects. You have to rely on the clan''s power when you go out. It is impossible not to pay a price at all."


    "Did you think of this yourself?"


    "No, I''ll listen to my mother." An Xiaopang said honestly.


    "What if you don''t agree, can you resist?"


    An Xiaopang curled his lips, "If your fingers can''t twist your thighs, what''s the use of resisting? The aristocratic family is a towering tree, and the family disciples are just leaves on the tree. One more and one less piece, what''s the impact? If you don''t resist, you can still practice and enjoy happiness with peace of mind. If you resist, you will have nothing."


    Ink painting has a complicated mood.


    Family members maintained by blood have the weakest family affection...


    "But there is no way," An Xiaopang said again.


    "What''s the solution?" Mo Hua asked.


    An Xiaopang secretly said, "Everyone plays their own things!"


    "What does it mean..." Mo Hua didn''t understand.


    "That''s..." An Xiaopang recalled what his mother said when she was chatting, "It''s that you can match spiritual roots, make friends with Taoists and give birth to offspring according to the requirements of the family, but behind the scenes, you can get along with whoever you like, and play whatever you like, just don''t look ugly on the surface..."


    Mo Hua was stunned when she heard it, "It''s so messy..." An Xiaopang nodded, "It''s very messy!"


    After saying that, he added: "The bigger the family, the more chaotic it is!"


    On the other hand, Mr. An just exchanged some casual greetings with Zhang Lan and talked about something that was not painful or itchy.


    Zhang Lan and Mr. An didn’t say anything.


    Very boring.


    It’s better to chat with Mo Hua, although the boy Mo Hua sometimes speaks a bit annoying.


    Zhang Lan said a few words indifferently, and stood up to say goodbye to Situ Fang.


    Mr. An sat upright and pondered for a moment. The head of the An family, An Yonglu, walked in, walked to Mr. An, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked:


    "Dad, is the guest gone?"


    Mr. An nodded.


    "Then what are you thinking about sitting here?"


    "I''m not going to live long and am considering my funeral."


    An Yonglu choked as soon as he drank the tea at his mouth, "Dad, you can''t just say this kind of thing."


    Mr. An looked like a torch, glanced at An Yonglu and said slowly:


    "Our An family and Qian family have been at a disadvantage for hundreds of years. The artifacts such as refining and alchemy are almost like giving in. Only spiritual food can we still have some advantages."


    An Yonglu lowered his head. He was the head of the family. Even if it was not his fault, he had to bear this responsibility.


    Mr. An sighed and asked, "Do you know where we are inferior to the Qian family?"


    "Not ruthless..."


    "Qian Hong is a wolf. His son, including the disciples of the Qian family''s direct descendants, are all wolf cubs. And you, your son... I won''t talk about it."


    An Yonglu buried his head lower.


    When Mr. An saw his son''s appearance, he stopped criticizing him and said, "Do you still want your son to be the head of the family?"


    An Yonglu raised his head and looked ashamed, but he insisted: "Dad, although Xiaofu has no ability, he is at least a good intention and knows the general idea. Being the head of the family may not be a meritorious, but he has no mistakes."


    His son is stupid at first. If his father doesn''t think about him, who can plan for him?


    Mr. An closed his eyes and rested, not wanting to speak.


    An Yonglu was nervous, but knew that this was not easy to talk about, so he changed the topic and said:


    "I heard that you want to hire a kid to marry into your family?"


    Mr. An opened his eyes and said, "I won''t help."


    "Why didn''t you help me?" An Yonglu asked in a low voice.


    "An''s family is not worthy." Mr. An said lightly.


    An Yonglu was slightly stunned, feeling a little dissatisfied, and whispered:


    "Why is the An family not worthy?"


    Mr. An raised his eyebrows, "What''s the right match?"


    An Yonglu was a little bit glorious, "Our An family''s industries, spirit stones, and many disciples are among the best in Tongxian City. This is this mansion. I don''t know how many monks want to live in Tongxian City..."


    "Oh, where is this mansion good?"


    "The layout is exquisite, the materials are used carefully, and the formation is even more expensive. I asked the famous formation master in the city to draw it. It can almost be said to be airtight..."


    Mr. An sighed, "The child recognized all the formations here and there without missing a single leak."


    An Yonglu was stunned, "Ah?"


    Why did you recognize it?


    This is not the simple formation that can be recognized so easily?


    Mr. An looked at his son indifferently and said:


    "Your ''air-tight'' formation is like a sieve in the eyes of others..."


    Like a sieve...


    This sentence was like a knife, piercing into An Yonglu''s heart.


    An Yonglu opened his mouth wide and couldn''t speak for a long time.


    (This chapter ends)