Chapter 144: Settling Down (Second Update)

An Xiaopang secretly wiped his tears.

Mo Hua sighed and took An Xiaopang for a walk around the An family. An Xiaopang felt better and suddenly realized something was wrong:

"This is my home. How come you know it better than me?"

The formation of your family is too simple. I can see through it at a glance.

Mo Hua thought to himself, but considering the face of the An family, he didn't say it directly. He just said:

"I am a formation master. I saw it based on the formation."

The formation is arranged according to the pavilions and towers of the An family's mansion. Mo Hua saw through the formation and naturally knew how the An family's mansion was built.

The fake mountains and water, the pavilions and towers, the soil and wood, all fit the formation and there are traces to follow.

An Xiaopang enviously said, "Mo Hua, you are amazing. I wish I were as smart as you."

Mo Hua said, "You don't have to be discouraged. I was born with talent. Think about it. What do you like to do?"

I was born with talent...

An Xiaopang was very encouraged. He frowned and thought for a long time. His eyes lit up:

"I like to eat!"

Mo Hua's expression froze.

An Xiaopang scratched his head, "This... is not good."

"It's... okay." Mo Hua said with a guilty conscience.

An Xiaopang scratched his head again.

Mo Hua said, "Don't care what others say, don't care what others think. Think about it. What do you want to do most in your life? Don't ask for great achievements. It's good 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 curious, "How did you know?" "

"I heard my mother chatting with a group of aunts and uncles. They love to talk about this. They can chat all day without getting tired..."

Mo Hua saw that An Xiaopang was enjoying it. He estimated that his mother had been chatting with others for a day, and An Xiaopang had also listened with relish all day...

But Mo Hua still wondered: "I'm only ten years old. Isn't it too early for your grandfather to consider it?"

"Not too early." An Xiaopang shook his head. "This kind of thing should be decided early. If it's late, it will be snatched up by others."

An Xiaopang lowered his voice again and said: "I heard that some aristocratic families have been matching each other for marriage since the child was born and the spiritual roots were determined. "

"Child marriage?"

"Yes." An Xiaopang nodded. "Those aristocratic families with a long history of family learning will study the inheritance of spiritual roots, what kind of spiritual roots of cultivators will form a Taoist couple, and what kind of spiritual roots of children can be born. In order to cultivate rarer and higher-quality spiritual roots, aristocratic families will marry based on spiritual roots. "

"Is spiritual root marriage really useful..."

"It is useful." An Xiaopang said, "Among the disciples of those aristocratic families, there are countless people with high-quality spiritual roots, and those with upper-quality and lower-level spiritual roots are considered average qualifications. For cultivators in small places like us, medium-quality spiritual roots are considered good. This is the result of aristocratic families studying spiritual root inheritance and marrying based on it."

Mo Hua frowned. He only knew about spiritual root inheritance, but he didn't expect there were such deep tricks here.

"Isn't it a matter of mutual consent to marry a Taoist couple? Can those disciples who were forced to marry agree?"

"It's not up to me. An Xiaopang sighed, "You eat and drink from the clan, practice the clan's skills, use the clan's spirit stones and spirit objects, and you have to rely on the clan's power to go out. It's impossible not to pay a price."

"Did you come up with this yourself?"

"No, I heard it from my mother." An Xiaopang said honestly.

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

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

Mo Hua was in a complicated mood.

The family maintained by blood ties has the weakest family affection...

"But there is a way." An Xiaopang said again.

"What way?" Mo Hua asked.

An Xiaopang secretly said: "Each of them will play their own games!"

"What do you mean..." Mo Hua didn't understand.

"That's it..." An Xiaopang recalled what his mother said during the chat, "That is, you can match spiritual roots, make Taoist partners, and have offspring according to the family's requirements, but behind the scenes, you can be nice to whoever you want, play however you want, and don't look too bad on the surface..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "It's so messy..."

An Xiaopang nodded, "It's very messy!"

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

On the other side, Grandpa An just casually exchanged a few words with Zhang Lan, chatting about some trivial things.

Zhang Lan and Grandpa An didn't have much to say.

Very boring.

It's better to chat with Mo Hua, even though Mo Hua's words are a bit irritating sometimes.

Zhang Lan said a few words indifferently, and also got up and said goodbye with Situ Fang.

Old Master An sat in deep thought for a moment, and then An Yonglu, the head of the An family, came in, sat down next to Old Master An, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked:

"Dad, have the guests left?"

Old Master An nodded.

"Then what are you thinking about sitting here?"

"I won't live long, and I'm thinking about my funeral."

An Yonglu choked on the tea he had just taken, "Dad, you can't talk about this kind of thing casually."

Old Master An looked at An Yonglu with a sharp gaze and said slowly:

"Our An family has been fighting with the Qian family for hundreds of years and has always been at a disadvantage. We have almost given up the business of refining weapons and alchemy. Only in the spiritual food field do 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 the responsibility.

Old Master An sighed and asked, "Do you know why we are not as good as the Qian family?"

"Not as cruel as them..."

"Qian Hong is a wolf, his son, including the disciples of the Qian family, are all wolf cubs. And you, and your son... I won't say anything."

An Yonglu buried his head even lower.

Seeing his son's look, Mr. An stopped scolding him and just said, "Do you still want your son to be the head of the family?"

An Yonglu raised his head, looking ashamed, but still insisted, "Dad, although Xiaofu has no ability, he is kind-hearted and knows the general situation. He may not be a credit to be the head of the family, but he is not wrong."

His son is stupid. If he, as a father, doesn't consider him, who else can plan for him?

Mr. An closed his eyes and didn't want to talk.

An Yonglu was uneasy, but he knew it was not good to talk about it, so he changed the topic and said,

"I heard that you want to recruit a boy to marry into the family?"

Mr. An opened his eyes, "No."

"Why not?" An Yonglu asked in a low voice.

"The An family is not worthy." Mr. An said lightly.

An Yonglu was slightly startled, feeling a little dissatisfied, and whispered in defense:

"Why is the An family not worthy?"

Grandpa An raised his eyebrows, "What can we use to match it?"

An Yonglu was slightly pleased, "Our An family's industry, spiritual stones, and numerous disciples are all among the best in Tongxian City. This mansion is the only one. I don't know how many cultivators in Tongxian City want to live in it..."

"Oh, what's so good about this mansion?"

"The layout is exquisite, the materials are exquisite, and the formation is drawn by a famous formation master in the city at a high price. It can almost be said to be airtight..."

Grandpa An sighed, "The child recognized all the formations here and outside along the way."

An Yonglu was stunned, "Ah?"

How did he recognize it?

This is not a simple formation that is common on the street. Can it be recognized so easily?

Old Master An glanced at his son calmly and said:

"Your 'airtight' formation is like a sieve in the eyes of others..."

Like a sieve...

These words pierced into An Yonglu's heart like a knife.

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