Asking about longevity

Mo Hua asked Ji Qingbai, "Uncle Ji, do you have a place to stay?"

Ji Qingbai just came back to his senses, but his heart still couldn't calm down for a long time. ✎

He only heard people say that Tongxian City was becoming more prosperous than before, but he never expected that it could prosper to this extent.

I was both shocked and envious.

After hearing Mo Hua's words, Ji Qingbai was slightly startled, thought for a moment, and said:

"There is an old man who is a family friend of my father. He can stay there temporarily."

Mo Hua nodded, "If you have any difficulties, you can go to my dad."

Ji Qingbai's eyes showed gratitude, "Thank you for taking care of me along the way."

"It's nothing." Mo Hua said.

He just scares people and leads the way, with a little effort, and it doesn't take much effort.

Just be safe everyone.

The young female cultivator named Fu Lan took the elixir and her injuries improved a bit. Although her face was still as white as a sheet of paper and her movements were difficult, she still saluted Mo Hua specially and said gratefully:

"Thank you little brother!"

Mo Hua saw that although she was a woman, alone, with twists and turns and serious injuries, she still looked determined, secretly admired her, and said:

"Sister, can you cook?"

Mo Hua asked a curious question. Fu Lan was stunned for a moment. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said:

"My mother runs a tofu shop, and I can also make some meals."

Tofu!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he said: "Then you are healed. If you have nothing to do, you can go to the Fushan Building on the south side of the street to make some tofu and earn some spiritual stones."

Fu Lan was slightly startled, then felt warm in her heart, and said softly: "Thank you, but Fushan House is a dining hall, right? The family has a big business, so they may not be willing to take her in."

"It's okay." Mo Hua said confidently, "Just tell me my name."

After all, half of Fushan Building is his. ╰╮

Mo Hua spoke loudly, and Fu Lan was also stunned.

Mo Hua said nothing more and waved goodbye to them.

They have been working hard and their injuries have not yet healed. Their top priority is still to find a place to stay.

After saying goodbye, Mo Hua and Yu Chengwu walked side by side towards the city.

After walking for a while, Yu Chengwu frowned and said, "Why are you following me?"

"I didn't follow you, I just went to find Elder Yu."

Yu Chengwu was stunned for a moment, thinking no way.

It’s okay for Mo Hua to be familiar with those demon hunters, but he’s not really familiar with his father.

But Mo Hua really walked with him all the way to Elder Yu's house.

Yu Chengwu opened the door and Mo Hua followed him in. It was like entering his own yard, very familiar and not at all restrained.

Elder Yu was drinking tea in the living room. When he saw the two of them, his eyes lit up and he came out to greet them.

After more than a year, when Yu Chengwu saw his father, his mood was a little ups and downs. When he was about to greet him, he saw his father, Elder Yu, directly passed him and started chatting with Mo Hua.

"Mo Hua, what's the matter?"

Mo Hua nodded, "It's something..."

Mo Hua told what happened on the road.

There are more and more foreign monks, whose identities are unknown and cannot be controlled, and the danger of hunting monsters by the monster hunters is greater.

Fortunately now, they don't dare to attack the local demon hunters.

But if things continue like this, disputes and incidents will be inevitable.

Stealing prey, killing people and selling goods will probably become more and more common in the future.

The more disputes there are, the more it will affect the ink painting and the blood of the demons.

If there is less spiritual ink, there will be less formations to draw, and the growth of spiritual consciousness in ink painting will be slower, which will also delay the progress of his foundation building.

Elder Yu nodded, "I have heard about this matter before, and have also discussed it with the head of Daotingsi. After some time, I should think of a way to solve it..."

Mo Hua talked with Elder Yu for a long time, and after receiving Elder Yu's reply, he said goodbye and left.

Elder Yu personally delivered Mo Hua to the door and told him to "be careful on the road."

Yu Chengwu, who had been standing aside for a long time, finally couldn't help but said: "Dad, I'm back!"

Elder Yu glanced at him, frowned and said, "He's back as soon as he comes back. It's not like I didn't see him."

Yu Chengwu was speechless.

After a while, he asked in a low voice: "Dad, I am your son."

Elder Yu's eyes widened when he heard this, and he immediately cursed: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are not my son, how can you be picked up by me?"

Yu Chengwu thought of his pleasant expression when talking to Mo Hua just now, and compared it with his current attitude, he suddenly felt a little tired.

But he was relieved.

This violent temper and this scolding tone were familiar and kind. It was indeed his father, and he was not dreaming.

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"Finally home."

Yu Chengwu said with some emotion in his heart.

Mo Hua went to the Nancheng Weapon Refining Shop, found Master Chen who was forging iron, and said, "Master Chen, please refine a spiritual weapon for me."

"Have you decided what spiritual weapon you want?"

"Um."

Master Chen was halfway through practicing the sword in his hand, so he asked Dazhu to take over. He walked aside, took a drink of water, and asked Mo Hua: "What do you want to practice?"

Mo Hua gestured with his hand, "Such a long mace!"

Master Chen choked and couldn't help but ask: "What do you want the mace for?"

"The mace is easy to use. It can be used to fight sap. It has no edge and won't hurt you."

Mo Hua had thought about it. If he chose a knife or a sword, he was not strong enough to use it. If he accidentally cut himself again, he would suffer a big loss.

If the stick or the like is just right, even if you miss it and hit yourself, it won't be a big deal.

"By the way, there can't be fangs on the mace." Mo Hua added.

Wolf teeth are sharp and dangerous.

"If there are no wolf teeth, is it still called a mace?" Master Chen was stunned for a moment.

"Then it won't be called Mace. I'll give it another name." Mo Hua said.

"Okay, you're the one to use it anyway. Whatever you say is what you say." Master Chen said, and then he was a little worried, "The mace is very heavy, can you move it?"

"It doesn't need to be heavy, just sturdy and durable."

"Then this wolf... what kind of stick is it? What's the use of it?" Master Chen asked doubtfully.

There are no wolf fangs, and they are not heavy. If they hit someone, wouldn't they tickle them?

Mo Hua said: "I'll just draw a formation."

Formation?

Master Chen understood that ordinary sticks might be useless, but with the formation, it should be different.

"Just have an idea."

Master Chen nodded. He didn't ask about the formation, and he didn't understand much even if he asked.

"I have some stick-type weapon refining manuals here. You can look through them and see if there is anything suitable. Pick one as a model and I can change it according to your ideas."

"Thank you, Master Chen!"

Mo Hua took the weapon refining manual and looked through it one by one, and then he found a spiritual weapon that was similar to what he had imagined. It was about four or five feet long, forged from fine iron, moderate in length and not too heavy.

"That's it. We need to remove the nails on it."

The ink painting pointed to Master Chen, took out another piece of paper, drew a sketch, marked several positions on the picture, and said:

"I'm going to draw formations in these places."

Master Chen glanced at it briefly, nodded and said, "No problem, you can pick it up in five or six days."

"Okay!" Mo Hua said happily.

After Mo Hua returned home, he told Mo Shan about Ji Qingbai.

Hearing this, Mo Shan couldn't help but sigh, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that the situation of the casual cultivators in Qingxuan City would be so bad."

Mo Hua asked: "Are all casual cultivators in the world oppressed by their families?"

"Even if you are not oppressed by the family, you still have the sect and the Dao Tingsi."

"Is it because the casual cultivators are too weak?"

Mo Shan nodded and said: "Yes, it is human nature for the powerful to bully the weak. Moreover, some families or sects compete for profits with the casual cultivators and squeeze them. Only with the benefits can they grow stronger. .”

"Many benefits in this world are not created out of thin air. They are just concentrated from the hands of some monks to the hands of other monks."

Mo Hua nodded with understanding.

It has been a month of continuous updates, and the badges have also been mixed in. I need to slow down for a while.

Reading ten thousand words every day is indeed tiring.

The current progress of the plot is only the beginning.

Tongxian City is just the tip of the iceberg of the huge cultivation world. There are still many characters, plots, and settings that have not yet been developed.

The growth of Xiao Mo Hua only laid some foundations.

Many stories have been in my mind for a long time. I need to write them down and give an explanation to the characters in my writing.

Writing a novel is a long and tiring process.

But everything is difficult at the beginning. Now that I have started, all that is left is to keep writing.

When it comes to updating, I will do two updates a day, and then gradually add more updates after a period of time.

In fact, I originally wanted to start two updates today, but thanks to everyone's support, subscriptions have steadily increased.

So to thank everyone, today is still the fifth update.

Finally, I wish you all a happy day~