Chapter 932 Suspension Xia


    Get down the knot and lose the worries, Yuer''s smile became more pure and she could really have fun.


    Yuer was holding candied haws in her mouth and ran around the streets and alleys of Qingzhou City, looking at lanterns, juggling, staring at a few cats, dogs, and spirit beasts without blinking.


    Mo Hua followed Yu''er with a look of relief. But Yu''er''s words remained in his heart.


    "Three ''Yu''er'', one in the mountains, one in the water, and the other is himself, watching him silently..."


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but remember the nightmare that Yu''er told him a long time ago:


    "There are many mountains, many monsters, bloody..."


    "What rabbits, what crying, what a mountain, water and one person..."


    "Many people are about to die, blood is about to flow into the river, bones are about to be paved into tall buildings, human flesh is about to be cast into cities, all connected..."


    "Because Yu''er, everyone is about to die..."


    "He kept silent and meditated silently.


    If you enter the academic and state circles, you can join the Taixu Sect. The opportunity is "Yu''er".


    Mr. Tu wanted to capture Yu''er. The demons in the Great Wilderness invaded Yu''er''s nightmare. The power of the evil **** in the Great Wilderness is clearly visible...


    These all show that Yu''er and the evil **** in the Great Wilderness must have some relationship.


    "The rabbit cried..."


    Mo Hua thought for a long time, turned her head and looked at Tong Zhenyuer, and was stunned, "This child, what he would not say is... the cunning rabbit is three holes..."


    Cunning rabbit is three holes, one mountain, one water, one person?


    And...


    ?


    All the scenes he saw seemed to be in secret with Yuer''s nightmare.


    The pupils of ink painting are slightly shrunk.


    He just felt that he seemed to have caught something...


    After walking around the streets, it was getting late, lanterns were hanging high, and fireworks were everywhere.


    Mo Hua held Yu''er''s hand and returned to the Gu family under the illumination of colorful fireworks.


    Half an hour later, the Gu family’s New Year banquet also began.


    This year''s show is even bigger than last year, and there are more customers coming than last year. The entire hall looks more lively than in previous years.


    All guests'' seats are arranged from the high platform to the bottom according to their closeness, distance, cultivation level, and status.


    The ink painting sat on the high platform, only one seat lower than the head of the house.


    Before he knew it, he had gone from a "regular guest" at the Gu family''s New Year banquet to a "distinguished guest".


    This is not only because of Mr. Xun''s face, but also because he has the identity of the "leader of the formation" who is overwhelming thousands of sects in the Ganxuezhou area.


    Wen Renwan and Yu''er sat elsewhere. Although the seats were not low, they did not sit at the same table with him like in previous years.


    Ink painting is a little confused.


    Until the banquet began, when the family elders or monks of the sect kept coming to him with wine glasses to toast him, Mo Hua understood why.


    He is here for "socialization" for this meal, and he cannot eat and drink as usual.


    You can’t eat enough for one person and ignore the others.


    Because people come to toast frequently, it is not convenient for Yu''er and Wen Renwan to sit with him.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    Sure enough, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.


    I actually got tired of my reputation one day.


    Of course, if you put such good things in others, you will never be able to ask for them, and ink paintings are nothing to be pretentious.


    Although he was a little uncomfortable, he refused everyone.


    There is a big reason why these monks from aristocratic families and sects came to attend the Gu family New Year banquet in a big way. It is probably to make friends with the "leaders of the formation" in the Ganxuezhou area.


    But since these people can attend the Gu family New Year banquet, it means that they have a good relationship with the Gu family.


    Mo Hua has been taken care of by the Gu family, and now he has a little reputation. It is natural that he can stand on the Gu family and support the storefront.


    Anyway, it’s just a drink and a polite word. It’s not difficult at all. On the contrary, he can make friends with more monks.


    A friendship with a "glass of wine" can also be regarded as a friendship.


    Gu Shouyan, who was sitting in the upper seat, was originally worried, and was afraid that Mo Hua would resist such social engagements between aristocratic families.


    He didn''t want to do these worldly things either.


    But he is the head of the family, and the exchanges between aristocratic families are inevitable.


    No matter how honest and honest aristocratic family is, they cannot have a truly quiet "gentleman friendship". They must pay more attention to their connections and interests.


    Fortunately, Ink Painting is young and has a broad mind and doesn’t care about that much.


    Gu Shouyan was secretly grateful in his heart.


    In this way, the cups and cups were filled with people, and Mo Hua didn''t know who they had a glass and drank wine.


    Fortunately, the Gu family knew his "taste" and prepared fruit wine for him. His cheeks were red and his drunkenness was not obvious.


    But Gu Shouyan was afraid that he would really get drunk, so he stopped someone from coming to toast again.


    Ink painting has only had time to deal with the delicacies on the table.


    After eating for a while, a noise suddenly sounded. Mo Hua looked up and saw a group of people walking over surrounded by a man wearing a white gold-clad Taoist robe.


    The man is tall and upright, with a majestic face, and his breath is like a vast mountain and extremely deep.


    It is precisely because he has met several times with ink painting and is from the Yuhuajing Daoting Supervision - Xia Zheng.


    Gu Shouyan, the head of the Gu family, stood up to greet him.


    "Supervisor Xia, we are welcome."


    Supervisor Xia did not take airs and his tone was quite kind, "The business is busy and it is late, so don''t blame the head of the family."


    "Supervisor please take a seat." Gu Shouyan bowed.


    Supervisor Xia walked to the upper position of the high platform, sitting on an equal footing with the head of the Gu family, and also happened to sit next to the ink painting.


    Only then did Mo Hua realize who he prepared for the empty position on the upper left.


    "It turned out to be the Supervisor Xia..." Mo Hua muttered in her heart.


    But he doesn''t care. The seating rate has nothing to do with him. He has already "socialized" and now he only needs to be responsible for eating and filling his stomach.


    Besides, he is not familiar with Supervisor Xia, so there is no need to pay attention to him.


    He is so arrogant that he can''t come to toast himself.


    Mo Hua began to confront a big crab on the table with as much meat as steamed buns.


    But before he finished eating a crab, a strange but familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Little brother." Mo Hua turned his head and saw Supervisor Xia holding a cup, looking at him with a majestic but kindness.


    Mo Hua was stunned.


    Supervisor Xia sat in his seat, holding the cup, and did not move any other things.


    After a while, Mo Hua understood, picked up the cup and said to Xia Zheng: "Xia Zheng, I wish you a cup."


    Xia Zheng is a Yuhua after all, Daoting Supervision.


    Even if it is the cup he brought first, he cannot toast first.


    I still understand this ink painting.


    Mo Hua''s agility made Xia Jianjian quite satisfied. He drank the wine in the glass and said slowly:


    ?


    In this kind of thing, Supervisor Xia asked himself in front of so many people at the New Year banquet?


    He looked around and was surprised to find that there were so many people next to him, as if they had not seen it, and had not noticed it at all.


    Only the head of the Gu family in the Yuhua Realm seemed to know something, but he also drank wine on his own without showing any expression.


    The voice of Xia Zhengjian came to Mo Hua''s ears, "The heaven and earth know about things, you know me."


    Mo Hua suddenly realized and soon understood, and asked, "Supervisor, do you want to win me over to the Xia family?"


    Sunist Xia was slightly stunned, thinking that this child was direct and said whatever he had.


    But this is also good, it is easier to talk to smart people.


    "Little brother, what do you think?"


    "Is there any benefit?" Ink painting is more pragmatic.


    Xia Zhengjian looked at Mo Hua silently, "The Xia family is an ancient family, with a sixth rank, located in Daozhou in the middle of Jiuzhou, and belongs to the central Dao Court. It has produced several cabinet masters throughout the ages, and its power is in the world, and its foundation is unfathomable..."


    Xia Zhengjian only stated some facts.


    Any monk with some cognition understands the weight of this sentence.


    Any sentence in it, whether it is "ancient family", "sixth rank", "located in Daozhou", "under the Dao court", or "has been born in several cabinet masters"... are ordinary monks and family sects, and they are out of reach for the rest of their lives.


    Even the fifth-rank family in the academic prefecture industry cannot be compared with each other.


    Mo Hua shook his head and said, "This is a matter of the Xia family, it has nothing to do with me."


    ?


    Xia Zhengjian looked slightly surprised, and then he understood the meaning of the ink painting.


    No matter how strong the Xia family is, it is just the "Xia" family.


    Even if Ink Painting enters the Xia family, she is still an outsider. He was unwilling to marry into a family, unwilling to change his surname, unwilling to give up his background, and unwilling to rely on the wealthy family.


    Xia Zhengshi''s expression became a little indifferent.


    But in his heart, he looked up at Mo Hua.


    There are many geniuses in this world who are talented and arrogant, but there are very few who can see the situation clearly and recognize their own class.


    The real one who is humble from a background but has selfishness and does not blindly cling to power is the real one who is neither humble nor arrogant.


    "You know the Three Talent Formation." Supervisor Xia said.


    My eyes suddenly lit up. "My Xia family has the inheritance of the Three Talents Formation." Xia Supervisor saw Mo Hua''s expression and spoke indifferently.


    Mo Hua is envious.


    Mr. Xun once said that the real three-talent formation is related to the three talents of heaven, earth, and man. It coordinates the infiniteness of the main road, the virtue of Kun Dao, and the strange changes of human Dao, with a huge pattern and a wide range of derivatives.


    This is the knowledge that Daoting governs the world.


    The core inheritance of the three talents is strictly controlled by the Dao Court and never passed down. Unless you go to Daozhou, enter the Dao Court, and come into contact with the senior officials of the Dao Court, you will not be able to learn the essence of these three talent formations... ?Mo Hua is a little itchy, and he is also familiar with the attitude towards Xia Zheng.


    He asked quietly, "I''m following the Xia family. Can I learn the Three Talent Formation?"


    Super Xia shook his head, "No."


    Mo Hua felt very disappointed and muttered, "What else do you say..." He turned his head and gnawed at his big crab.


    Supervisor Xia could only say, "Your cultivation is not enough."


    Mo Hua chewed the crab meat, "Where is your cultivation is enough?"


    "You must enter the senior management of the Xia family to have the opportunity to learn the three-talent formation." Supervisor Xia''s eyes were slightly condensed.


    After just a few words, Xia Zheng realized that although the "leader of the formation" in front of him was young, he looked simple, but he was actually very clear-headed.


    Whoever, what to say.


    Xia Zhengshi said the truth: "The best way to enter the senior management of the Xia family is to ''marry into a marriage, change your name and surname, marry the real legitimate daughter of the Xia family, and then enter the core of the power of the Xia family."


    "If you don''t marry into a marriage, you are just an ordinary marriage. With your family background and qualifications, you cannot marry the legitimate daughter of the Xia family, and naturally you cannot enter the senior management of the Xia family."


    "The importance of the Three Talent Formation, you are the formation master, so you should know it better. If you don''t enter the core of the Xia family and live in the senior management of the Xia family, you will naturally not be able to learn it."


    Xia Zhengshi said the truth and did not hide from ink paintings.


    But Mo Hua naturally couldn''t marry into a marriage, and he couldn''t even marry a woman from the Xia family.


    But in front of Xia Zhengjian, he couldn''t say it clearly, but asked curiously: "What is the legitimate daughter of the righteous genitals? The legitimate daughter is divided into three or six or six levels?"


    。Super Xia glanced at Mo Hua, not knowing whether she should answer.


    But Mo Hua turned around and continued to chew crabs, looking indifferent.


    Xia Jianchao sighed slightly and said, "The legitimate daughter is still different from the legitimate daughter. The most important thing is blood."


    "Blood?"


    Mo Hua frowned and couldn''t help but think of her senior sister again.


    "What exactly is blood...? Is it that particular?" Mo Hua asked Supervisor Xia.


    Supervisor Xia was silent for a moment.


    This is not a secret among truly top families, but ordinary monks do know very little.


    Because cultivators with "bloodlines" are often concentrated in the sixth-grade ancient families with long-standing heritage and profound heritage, as well as some powerful fifth-grade peak families.


    Other aristocratic families, even ordinary casual cultivators, have a very small probability of "bloodline".


    But this bloodline must be very weak.


    Moreover, there are very few monks who know bloodline knowledge. They have never awakened without guidance. Even if they are under the power of bloodline, they are likely to be covered in dust and live their lives in a daze.


    Xia Zhengzhan hesitated for a moment and briefly told Mo Hua: "Bloodline, in the final analysis, is the power hidden in the inheritance of flesh and blood by the monks. The source of this power is generally divided into two types, one from the monks with strong cultivation, and the other from the divine beasts with strong bloodlines."


    "A powerful monks who practice specific skills or Taoism and cultivate special spiritual power or blood qi may be inherited with the bloodline."


    "And the divine beasts are innate beasts that adhere to the essence of heaven and earth and have supreme power. Their bloodlines can also be integrated with the monks and then passed on from generation to generation."


    "How was it passed on?" Mo Hua''s eyes were bright and he asked Xia Zhengzhan curiously.


    "This is all the secrets of the ancient tribe, so it''s not convenient to say more." Supervisor Xia said.


    Mo Hua asked a little regretfully, and then said, "Does the real direct children of the big family, or the ancient family, have bloodlines?"


    If you have blood, you will be superior even in a truly top-notch family like the Xia family.


    This shows that my senior sister is indeed special.


    I just don’t know if my younger brother has any blood.


    But the younger brother is stupid, and doesn''t seem to be able to hide his worries. If he really had blood, he would probably have shown off to himself... Mo Hua frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked with a solemn expression: "Xia Zhengjian, do you think I have a hidden blood?"


    Xia Zhengjian looked at Mo Hua silently.


    He actually didn''t want to attack Ink Painting, but it was inconvenient to say it clearly, so he asked, "Is there anything special about your bloodline?"


    Ink Painting nodded and said, "Yes, congenital weak, and particularly weak..."


    Supervisor Xia: "..."


    How could this person so righteously say that his "defense" was "special"?


    He could only be more tactful: "Among the casual cultivators, very few can awaken their bloodlines, less than one million."


    The implication is that unless the blue smoke comes from your grave, the blue smoke rolls upwards and covers the sky, don''t think about it.


    I thought about it and thought it was the same.


    In this world, no good thing can fall on him.


    Can he still not know whether he has the power of blood? If he has a little blood power, he will not be so weak in his innate body.


    However, when it comes to blood, Ink Painting reminds of another key question:


    "Supervisor Xia, will monks have the bloodline of ''dragons''?"


    He would probably not be able to ask such a question if he asked others about it. But Xia Jian, who came from a sixth-rank ancient family and lived in Daozhou, should know something.


    Three people go together there must be my teacher. Even if he is not familiar with Supervisor Xia, it shouldn''t matter if he asks some questions.


    What''s more, Supervisor Xia took the initiative to talk to him, and he might want to win over him. If he has this opportunity, it will be useless to not ask.


    Supervisor Xia asked back without answering: "What do you think?"


    Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "The Emperor of the Dao Ting?"


    Xia Zheng nodded, "The Emperor of the Dao Ting Dynasty, from Taoist Lord to Daozi, the blood of dragons flows in his body."


    Mo Hua asked, "Is that right? The blood of the ''dragon'' is related to the emperor?"


    "It''s not all," said Xia Zheng. "The dragon is divided into three levels. The emperor''s lineage is the blood of the real dragon. Under the real dragon, there are still the dragon and the dragon."


    "Yelong and Jiaolong?"


    "The dragon, snake and strange beast are transformed through tribulation, and the dragon transformed into it is a dragon; under the real dragon, there are innate changes or acquired dragon blood inheritance in the world, and it is a karmic dragon."


    "Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, then lowered his voice and asked the question he wanted to ask the most:


    "Then...is there anything... that can ''eat'' dragons?"


    As soon as these words came out, Xia Jianchao felt his heart beating and his scalp was numb.


    Eat dragon? !


    This kid really has the courage to ask...


    Xia Zheng looked calm, but his hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly and said in a deep voice: "The dragon is a divine beast, which occupies the top of all spirits. There is nothing in this world that can feed on dragons."


    "Oh..." Mo Hua also reacted. He knew that he shouldn''t have asked, so he smiled foolishly and turned around to continue gnawing on the crab.


    Supervisor Xia looked at Mo Hua and saw that he was gnawing on the crab as usual. He thought in his heart that he was ignorant and fearless. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he asked casually.


    The child spoke unpredictably, and he didn''t take it to heart.


    Later, while eating Mo Hua, he changed the topic and asked Xia Supervisor some trivial matters about the Xia family and Daozhou.


    Because it is a trivial matter, it is not so "thrilling", and Xia Zhengshi was bothered and answered one by one.


    As Mo Hua chatted, he unexpectedly discovered that Xia Jianjian did not seem to be a utilitarian, selfish, and "corrupt" supervisor, as he thought before.


    Mo Hua thought about it and couldn''t help but ask in a low voice: "Supervision, there is a problem, which may be a little offensive..."


    Xia Zheng glanced at Mo Hua indifferently, thinking what problem could it be more offensive than "eating dragons"?


    "You ask."


    Mo Hua said, "You knew about Xiao Tianquan early in the morning, why did you protect him so much?"


    This is indeed a bit sharp.


    Supervisor Xia''s eyes paused slightly and said lightly: "This is the Xia family''s business, so it''s not convenient to say more."


    Mo Hua nodded and stopped asking.


    Xia Zheng looked at the ink painting, and suddenly the cause and effect moved, and felt something, so he slowly spoke, "This is how aristocratic family is. Only when you are willing to do things can you get the family''s care."


    "But there are many aristocratic families, which are easy to do, and both fame and fortune, and it is not your turn to do."