Chapter 426 Female Cultivator
Elder Su is very skilled even when he says he is "unfamiliar".
Mo Hua expressed his understanding and nodded:
"Don''t worry, Elder Su, I understand."
Elder Su sighed helplessly, feeling that he could not argue.
Fortunately, in just a moment, a group of female cultivators walked in.
Elder Su breathed a sigh of relief.
Just have a little girl.
There is a little girl, Mo Hua won’t stare at him.
Elder Su asked Mo Hua with a smile: "What do you think?"
Mo Hua looked at the group of female cultivators.
Indeed, as Elder Su told me, I was not old, I was very frivolous, and I did not pretend or pose, but stood in a row in detail.
When Mo Hua looked at them, these little girls were also looking at Mo Hua’s people.
Elder Su is a regular customer, nothing strange about it.
What surprised them were the three young monks of Mo Hua.
Their beautiful eyes were rippling, and the three of them looked at the ink painting.
The ink painting has a picture-like eyebrows, Bai Zi is better than the sword eyebrows, star eyes, and Bai Zixi''s phoenix eyebrows are beautiful.
The female cultivators looked at the ink painting with love; Bai Zisheng''s eyes were full of admiration;
But when looking at Bai Zixi, he would blush, even lower his eyebrows and eyes, and he would not dare to look directly, but just glanced at him with a shimmering look.
This makes ink painting very puzzled.
Mo Hua also secretly glanced at Bai Zixi.
Bai Zixi noticed it, turned her head and looked at the ink painting, and said in confusion:
"What''s wrong?"
Mo Hua frowned and muttered:
“No…”
Although she is wearing men''s clothes, she has awesome temperament and neutral beauty, she can still tell that she is a woman between her eyebrows and eyes.
Why do these female cultivators stare at the junior sister?
And my face turned red.
I don’t understand the ink painting.
Bai Zixi saw Mo Hua frowned and thought he was uncomfortable, so she leaned closer. The two of them stood side by side. Bai Zixi stretched out his slender hand and touched Mo Hua''s forehead. After a moment, he said in surprise:
"Your forehead is a little hot."
He looked down and said in confusion: "Why is your face red?"
Mo Hua''s fair cheeks were flushing.
"It''s... a little boring." Mo Hua stammered.
Bai Zixi looked around, and she was waving with flowers. She thought the ink painting was scented by the smell of rouge, so she said:
"Don''t come next time for a place like this."
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded slightly.
Mo Hua blushed and was seen by Elder Su.
Elder Su nodded with joy.
That''s right.
This is what a young boy should be like.
The young gentleman Mo Hua is too clever on weekdays. He speaks without any leakage, and his eyes are smart and deep, making people unable to understand.
Elder Su was a little guilty when he stared at him.
Now that I blushed and well-behaved, I feel much more comfortable.
Having said that, when I first came, I was at a loss and my face was redder than ink paintings.
Elder Su recalled the past and felt a lot of emotion. He suddenly remembered something and asked:
"Sir, aren''t you asking anything?"
Mo Hua remembered it, secretly took a sip of tea, calmed down, and said:
"Sisters, I want to ask someone."
The female monks looked at each other.
Those who come here are all guests. According to the rules in the building, the identity of the guests cannot be disclosed.
Elder Su said, "He asked, just say it, nothing will happen."
After saying that, Elder Su placed another jade bracelet on the table, "Who is right? I''ll give it to her."
Jade bracelets are luxurious, warm and delicate, and the spiritual energy flows, and they are good things at first glance.
The female cultivators'' eyes lit up and they nodded one after another.
"My young master, please tell me if we know, I will definitely tell you."
Mo Hua asked, "Have you ever seen a gentleman who looks like a formation master in Baihua Tower before?"
The female cultivators were slightly stunned, and then they all looked at Elder Su silently.
Elder Su said angrily: "It''s not me!"
The female cultivators were disappointed and looked away again.
They all thought about it carefully, and a female cultivator in green said:
"Although there are not many such monks, there are also many. I wonder if there are any other clues to the young master?"
Mo Hua briefly talked about the appearance and temperament of Yan Xue.
“…The look is serious and rigid, but serious and responsible.”
The female monks shook their heads.
Mo Hua frowned, looked at Elder Su again, and said apologetically:
"Elder Su, can I ask them some questions alone?"
Elder Su was slightly stunned. Realizing that there might be some hidden information about this matter and needed him to avoid it, he nodded and said:
"Okay, I''ll go next door and listen to the song, and you can ask slowly."
Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thank you, Elder Su."
Elder Su stood up and left.
Mo Hua wanted to inquire about the monks in gray and said: "You..."
Halfway through the question, Mo Hua noticed something and suddenly stopped. He got up again, ran to the screen, poked his little head, and said to the next door:
"Elder Su, don''t eavesdrop."
Elder Su was shocked, "Can you know this?"
He was preparing to eavesdrop, but just after eavesdropping on two words, he was discovered by Mo Hua.
I am a foundation-building monk. I can build the foundation with my spiritual sense. If I eavesdrop on this, can I be discovered by ink painting?
Your spiritual sense is a bit outrageous...
Or is there any other means for ink painting?
In any case, it is still embarrassing to be caught in eavesdropping.
Elder Su blushed, embarrassed to deny it, so he just coughed and said embarrassedly:
"You ask, you ask, I won''t listen."
Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.
After returning to the seat and confirming that Elder Su was not eavesdropping, and no other monks eavesdropped, Mo Hua asked:
"Have you ever seen strange monks in Baihua Tower?"
The female cultivators were all a little surprised.
"What is strange?"
There are all kinds of monks who come to brothels. Some people are stranger than ordinary monks, but they are no longer surprised when they come to brothels.
After all, it is not unusual for monks to hide dirt and strange shapes to hide in such places.
Mo Hua thought about it and said:
“There is a strange smell on your body.”
"What''s the weird smell?"
The eyes of the ink painting were slightly condensed, "It was cold, faint, rotten, like...the smell of a dead person."
The female cultivators were shocked when they heard this.
They didn''t expect that Mo Hua asked such a strange question at a young age.
But the cold rotten smell, the dead smell...
What kind of monk is this?
The female cultivators all frowned and shook their heads one after another.
Ink painting was a little disappointed and said:
"Thank you sisters, please go first."
Then he reminded, "But if I ask you, don''t tell others, otherwise it will be very dangerous."
The female cultivators were shocked and nodded.
Mo Hua gave them one spirit stone each.
They couldn''t help but smile and said, "Thank you, young master." Then they left one after another.
When the female cultivators left, Mo Hua called the female cultivator in blue.
"Sister, help me cook a pot of tea."
Mo Hua said with a smile.
The female cultivator in green was stunned and then smiled:
"I dare not take it, the young master told me."
The female cultivator in green sat at the table, lit the fire, started the stove, poured water, soaked the tea, and simmered it on low heat.
Mo Hua asked her in a low voice:
"You know that monk."
The female cultivator in blue looked panicked, then calmed down and said with a smile:
"The young man was joking."
Mo Hua whispered: "There are only a few of us here, no one eavesdrops on you. You don''t know what you said, just tell me secretly."
The female cultivator in blue showed hesitation.
Mo Hua stuffed Elder Su''s jade bracelet into her hand, "This is for you."
The cultivator in blue was stunned, with a happy face, then struggled with his expression. After hesitating for a moment, his eyes were firm, and he nodded:
"good."
"Sister, what''s your name?"
“Qinglan.”
Mo Hua asked, "Sister Qinglan, have you ever seen that cold and rotten monk?"
Qinglan looked solemn and nodded.
Mo Hua waited for her to continue talking.
Qinglan said, "That man is a regular visitor of Baihualou. He is wearing gray clothes and often covers his face, and he can''t see his appearance clearly..."
"He stayed here often, but he was elusive. I don''t know when he entered the door or when he left."
"There was a strange smell on that person. At first I just felt strange and couldn''t tell what it smelled, but the young master said it just now, and I realized that the smell was indeed a bit like... a dead person..."
Qinglan looked a little frightened and a little panicked.
Mo Hua poured her a cup of hot tea.
Qinglan drank tea, and this was better.
Mo Hua asked again: "How did you know him?"
Qinglan said stutteringly, "I have a good relationship with Sister Malan. He stayed at Sister Malan. I have seen him several times."
"But he was a little gloomy, and I was scared, so I didn''t have much contact with it."
Mo Hua asked again: "Does he stay overnight in Magnolia every time?"
Qinglan nodded, "It was before."
"Before?"
Qinglan lowered her head, grabbed the corner of her clothes, and her fingers turned white, "Yes."
Mo Hua frowned, "Is something happened?"
Qinglan pursed her lips and held back, but tears still flowed down, "Sister Yulan, she... is dead..."
Mo Hua was stunned, "Die?"
Qinglan''s face was pale, "It is said that all the sisters who served him before died in an unknown way..."
"Sister Magnolia is dead..."
"And the next one, it''s my turn..."
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(This chapter ends)