Chapter 81 Qian Xing

Zhang Lan couldn't take his eyes off Aunt Xue, who had an outstanding temperament.

Mo Hua looked at him with even more disgust.

Zhang Lan coughed, straightened his appearance, looked at Aunt Xue, and said with a serious but somewhat flattering face:

"I am Zhang Lan, I wonder if this Taoist friend..."

Aunt Xue ignored him and said directly to Mo Hua: "Mo Hua, we are waiting for you in front." After that, she took Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi away, leaving Zhang Lan standing there in a daze, with that somewhat flattering expression still frozen on his face.

Mo Hua looked at Zhang Lan with some sympathy. He wanted to pat Zhang Lan's shoulder, but he was not tall enough, so he could only pat his waist and said:

"People will always experience setbacks, Uncle Zhang, you should be more open-minded..."

These words of comfort, spoken in his childish voice, did not provide any comfort at all.

Zhang Lan was still puzzled: "I look good, my cultivation is not low, and my every move has the etiquette and style of a disciple from a noble family. Why doesn't she want to say a word to me?"

Although Mo Hua couldn't stand his narcissistic look, she felt that what he said made sense.

"Maybe Aunt Xue also heard your name as 'scumbag', so she avoided you? Why don't you try changing your name?" Mo Hua suggested.

Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua speechlessly.

Mo Hua comforted him a few more times, and Zhang Lan didn't take the matter to heart. After a few more words, Zhang Lan left with a look of regret.

Mo Hua found Aunt Xue and the other two, and continued to stroll around the street for a while, and then went home when it was almost half past the hour of the zodiac.

Bai Zisheng returned with a lot of things, and stuffed a lot of things into Mo Hua's pockets, many of which were strange and weird, and Mo Hua couldn't refuse them.

Mo Hua also bought some gifts for his parents. The one he bought for Liu Ruhua was a fire-proof hairpin, which he bought the day before yesterday. It was much better than the one he gave before.

The formation inside the hairpin was erased by Mo Hua, and he re-drew a new one with more formation patterns.

For this reason, he specially found Master Chen before going home and asked Master Chen to help him disassemble the hairpin. After re-drawing the formation, he asked Master Chen to reassemble it.

The one he gave to Mo Shan was a jade pendant, which he also disassembled and re-drew a miasma formation. After activating the formation, it can eliminate the poisonous gas or miasma in the mountains to a certain extent, but the range is not large.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua were very happy, not only because of the gift from Mo Hua, but also because the gift contained the formation drawn by Mo Hua himself.

After the noise of the Demon Hunting Festival, Tongxian City became quiet, and the monks lived their lives as usual.

Mo Hua was no exception. He had to improve his cultivation and learn a lot about formations.

On this day, Mo Hua was walking home from Mr. Zhuang. While thinking about Mr. Zhuang's teachings and what other formations he needed to learn, he was suddenly blocked by a group of people.

Mo Hua looked up and saw a thin young man in brocade clothes, shaking a gold-sprinkled paper fan, and standing in front of him.

"Master Qian?"

Qian Xing, the youngest son of the head of the Qian family.

The Qian family is the most powerful and richest family in Tongxian City. Qian Xing is the son of the head of the family, the direct line of the direct line, and the youngest, so he is the most spoiled.

Qian Xing is the youngest and does not consider inheriting the family business, so he only needs to consider eating, drinking and having fun. The only intersection between Mo Hua and him was that he wrote formation homework for him a few times when he was in Tongxianmen.

"Is there something?"

Qian Xing smiled kindly, "There is indeed something, I need your help."

"What is it?" Mo Hua always felt that he had no good ideas.

Qian Xing coughed a few times and said, "I just happened to run into you on the night of the Demon Hunting Festival. There was a little girl with a veil behind you. Do you know her?"

A little girl with a veil? Are you talking about Bai Zixi?

"I guess I know her..."

Qian Xing was overjoyed, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, "Call her out, let's get to know each other and make friends."

On the night of the Demon Hunting Festival, Qian Xing was also among the family disciples. He saw the little girl behind Mo Hua from a distance. Although she was still young and wearing a veil, he could never forget her otherworldly temperament after seeing her once.

He asked someone to inquire about the girl's origins, but there was no news, so he thought of starting with Mo Hua. He had been looking for Mo Hua with his followers these days, and now he finally met her.

"I'm not familiar with her, so I can't call her out." Mo Hua said perfunctorily.

Qian Xing said, "You two are shopping together, but I don't believe you are not familiar with each other. Don't worry, as long as you agree, I will not treat you unfairly. Do you want spiritual stones or spiritual tools?"

Mo Hua said calmly, "What if I don't agree?"

The smile on Qian Xing's face gradually faded, "I am giving you face."

Your face is worthless, and no one will pick it up if you throw it on the ground...

Mo Hua didn't intend to pay attention to him, and just said, "I want to go home, can you make way?"

"Make way?"

Qian Xing was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Go ask, in Tongxian City, others have always made way for me, the young master, and no one dares to make way for me!"

Qian Xing's expression became gloomy:

"I'll say it again, call that little girl out and let me get to know her, and I won't pursue your offense just now, otherwise I'll make your parents regret giving birth to you and letting you suffer in this world for nothing!"

Mo Hua's eyes gradually became unfriendly, and he said disdainfully:

"If anyone wants to regret, it should be your father who regrets giving birth to a waste like you and bringing shame to the world for nothing!"

Who can't curse? Since Qian Xing spoke first, Mo Hua was not polite.

Mo Hua felt that he had only cursed with an ordinary word, but Qian Xing's reaction was beyond his expectations.

Qian Xing's expression turned pale, and then gradually twisted.

The surroundings were also quieter in an instant.

The group of younger brothers behind Qian Xing were also a little distracted for a while. They had been following Qian Xing's tyranny for so long, but this was the first time they saw someone dare to curse Qian Xing in public.

Mo Hua was also a little stunned.

He didn't seem to curse anything, so why did he break down?

If he couldn't bear this, then he would curse out the dirty words brewing in his stomach. Would Qian Xing vomit blood?

Sure enough, people who are spoiled have weaker hearts...

Qian Xing's blood surged instantly, his eyes were red, and even bloodshot appeared in his eyes. His fingers trembled, pointing at Mo Hua, and roared ferociously:

"I want him to die! I want him to die!"

Mo Hua frowned. He wanted to kill people just because of a few curses?

Qian Xing was extremely angry, but the younger brother behind him hesitated, "Master, do you really want to beat him to death?"

Qian Xing stared at him with bloodshot eyes, "He dies, or you die, you choose!"

Most of them are illegitimate children of the Qian family, or outsiders who are attached to the Qian family. They can eat meat and drink soup by following Qian Xing, so they can only listen to Qian Xing. If they make Qian Xing unhappy, they can only be thrown out of the Qian family like a dead dog.

But they have been with Qian Xing for so long, and they have done dirty work before, so they don't have any burden in their hearts.

A disciple of the Qian family said sinisterly, "Boy, you are unlucky. You should be more careful in your next life." Then he punched Mo Hua's forehead.

This punch was sinister and cruel, and it was obviously intended to kill him.

However, when the punch was still a few feet away from Mo Hua, it was grabbed by someone.

The Qian family disciple whose fist was grabbed wanted to break free, but he couldn't break free. Instead, he felt his bones creaking. Before he could scream in pain, he was punched in the face. Blood spurted out of his nose, and his body retreated repeatedly due to the strong force. Finally, he hit the wall like a rag bag and fell to the ground and fainted.

The other people were shocked for a while. When they looked up, they saw the strong young man who had been standing behind Mo Hua without knowing when.

It was the apprentice of Master Chen of the weapon refining shop - Dazhu.

Dazhu, who usually smiles in a silly way, has no expression on his face at this time. The muscles in his arms are like iron. He exudes a powerful aura without anger. He stands silently behind Mo Hua.

Mo Hua looks normal.

In this area of ​​​​the South Street of Tongxian City, if a fight breaks out, his "connections" are quite extensive.