Chapter 216 The Ancestor


    "The Taoist Prison is not allowed to enter at will. It is best not to enter ordinary monks for the rest of their lives, as that is not a good place."


    Mo Hua nodded, thinking that Zhang Lan’s words made sense.


    He wants to be a good monk who "according to the law and law". If he can do so, he won''t go in if he can.


    There are also many formations inside and outside the Daotingsi.


    These formations are relatively obscure and have a high grade. Some of them can be seen in ink paintings, while others cannot be distinguished.


    I didn’t dare to read ink paintings too carefully.


    After all, this is Daotingsi. If you see some formations that you shouldn''t see, it will be troublesome.


    Zhang Lan brought the ink painting to Zhou Zhangsi and bowed respectfully.


    Mo Hua also bowed, then secretly looked up and looked at Zhou Zhangsi.


    Zhou Zhangsi is very old, with gray hair, slightly hunched figure and a kind face, but he still has the majesty of being in the upper hand.


    Zhou Zhangsi looked at the ink painting, nodded, and couldn''t help but praise him.


    Mo Hua also praised Zhou Zhangsi for his words in courtesy, and he also picked up what Zhang Lan said to him, learning and applying it now, such as "stable governance", "high hard work and great achievements", "achieve outstanding achievements".


    The smile on Zhou Zhangsi''s face was indeed even stronger.


    He looked at Zhang Lan and said, "This child is indeed extremely smart."


    Zhang Lan smiled, feeling complicated:


    "Isn''t it smart? I told him all these flattery words, and in a blink of an eye he''s brought them all to use..."


    Zhou Zhangsi asked about the formation again.


    Mo Hua answered truthfully.


    However, Zhou Zhangsi himself is not proficient in formations, and he asks some seemingly profound but actually quite simple questions. It’s not difficult to answer ink painting.


    Zhou Zhangsi was even more satisfied. He looked at Mo Hua and admired it all.


    That''s enough, just a casual greeting, and there is nothing else to talk about.


    Zhou Zhangsi was in charge of the Daotingsi in Tongxian City. He was busy with affairs, and Mo Hua bowed and said goodbye to Zhang Lan.


    Before leaving, Zhou Zhangsi called ink painting and said:


    "I have said hello to the Qian family. You don''t have to take it seriously. Just learn the formation."


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Zhansi!"


    Zhou Zhangsi stroked his long beard and nodded with relief.


    What he wants to hear is this "Thank you".


    Qian family.


    In the cave of the Qian family ancestor, Qian Hong looked unbelievable.


    The ancestor just asked him to be cautious in his words and actions, and not to be embarrassed by the little formation master named Mo Hua.


    Qian Hong hurriedly said, "Old ancestor, Mo Hua is already a first-class formation master at a young age. If he lets him ignore it, in time, our Qian family will probably have no place to stand in Tongxian City."


    The Qian family ancestor''s cultivation is in the middle stage of foundation building, but he is already old, his blood and energy are gradually weakening, and his cultivation is gradually declining. If something big happened, he would not have involved in family affairs.


    He looked at Qian Hong with turbid eyes and said slowly, "You should start earlier. You, together with a few foundation-building elders, will kill that kid in a flash. Now, it''s too late..."


    The Qian family ancestor''s breath was weak, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was intermittent.


    Qian Hong said respectfully: "My grandson wants to act cautiously, not to be too reckless, and leave a handle."


    The Qian family ancestor looked at him cautiously without saying a word.


    Qian Hong felt much pressure and had to say, "Elders in the clan have selfish intentions, and they may not obey their grandson''s orders."


    The Qian family ancestor looked disappointed: "You are the head of the family. If they don''t obey your orders, who do you blame?"


    This is said quite heavily, implying that Qian Hong is incompetent and unable to convince the public.


    Qian Hong dared not refute and bowed his head respectfully, "The ancestors have taught him a lesson."


    "You..." The Qian family ancestor coughed, "I am cruel, but not cruel enough, selfish, not selfish enough, I can tolerate it, but I can''t endure it."


    The Qian family ancestor sighed, "Everything is available, but every one is a little worse."


    Qian Hong knelt down quickly and kowtowed, "Please give my grandson another chance. My grandson must cut the mess quickly and kill that small formation master!"


    "You can''t kill..." The Qian family ancestor said slowly, "Even if you kill, it''s not much better than not."


    Qian Hong didn''t understand, "Please make it clear."


    "You go back and count yourself. If you kill that small formation master, how many people will you offend?"


    The Qian family ancestor''s turbid eyes gradually closed, "Go and think about it yourself."


    Qian Hong kowtowed and stepped down respectfully.


    In the huge and empty cave, only the Qian family ancestor was left.


    He looked down at his dry wood-like hands, the brown gray spots on the back of his hands, and the occasional rotten skin, and his eyes were numb.


    "Am I going to die..."


    The Qian family ancestor murmured, his voice extremely hoarse.


    After saying that, he started coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and lungs.


    The Qian family hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill tremblingly, put it into his mouth with precious and heavy land, closed his eyes and refined the medicinal power.


    The medicinal effect takes effect and the cough is relieved.


    The Qian family ancestor then slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were covered with blood.


    "But...I don''t want to die yet..."


    Qian Hong left the ancestor''s cave and immediately asked someone to inquire who it was and what did he tell the ancestor?


    At night, someone reported to him:


    "It is the old leader of Daotingsi. He specially visited the ancestor, as if he told the Qian family not to make things difficult for the small formation master."


    Qian Hong frowned, "Why did the Old Master speak for the little formation master without relatives or reasons?"


    He remembered the words that the ancestor said, "If the small formation master were killed, how many people would he offend..."


    Qian Hong sorted out the people he knew in Mohua, sent someone to inquire about it, and got a piece of paper.


    Qian Hong took a look and sat dejectedly on the chair.


    how so?


    The vast number of characters on the paper made Qian Hong feel extremely troubled:


    The old chief officer of Daotingsi wanted to protect ink paintings. The Diansi Zhang Lan of Daotingsi was familiar with ink paintings, and behind Zhang Diansi was the Zhang family.


    Among the demon hunters, Elder Yu protects his shortcomings, there is no need to say that.


    No matter how high or low the other demon hunters were, most of them had received the kindness of that boy and were willing to protect him.


    Most of the artifact refiners and alchemists among the casual cultivators also know Mo Hua.


    Especially Mr. Feng, who has a wide range of popularity and is surrounded by students, grew up watching ink paintings.


    The young master of the An family is friends with Mo Hua. Mr. An is not in the way of dealing with their Qian family, so he will naturally stand on Mo Hua''s side when encountering problems. What''s more, the ink painting is still a first-class formation master, and Mr. An is even more unreasonable and will not help.


    Among the formation masters in Tongxian City, Master Luo, the first-grade formation master, once spoke, so that the formation masters in the city could not make things difficult for Mo Hua.


    Even in Qian’s family, Master Qian is unwilling to go against ink paintings.


    The three people who traveled here by the Bai family from other places, especially the brother and sister, seemed to have a good relationship with Mo Hua. Someone saw them walking around together during the Warrior Hunting...


    Qian Hong counted these relationships one by one, and couldn''t help but his scalp became numb.


    Mo Hua is only a teenager. How did Mo Hua meet so many monks?


    If he really killed Mo Hua, wouldn’t he betrayed a huge mess in an instant?


    Qian Hong was shocked and frightened.


    As the saying goes, a strong dragon will not suppress local snakes.


    Logically speaking, their Qian family is a real local snake in Tongxian City.


    But now I see that if the Qian family is a local snake, then the kid Mo Hua is a real "local dragon".


    In this case, how else can he do it? How dare you start?


    How did things develop to this point?


    Qian Hong had a split headache, and he breathed a sigh of relief after a while. He rubbed his forehead. Even though he was unwilling to accept it, he could only say helplessly:


    "At this point, I have to make a long-term plan and endure it first..."


    He didn''t want to let go of ink painting, but now he can only endure it first.


    Be patient, as long as you endure, there will always be a chance...


    (This chapter ends)