Asking about longevity

In the evening, Mo Hua went home first and asked his mother to make something to eat, two bowls of hot noodles, some soy sauce beef, refreshing pickles, a few plates of snacks and a few pots of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Afterwards, I put all the food in a food box, put it in a storage bag, and took it up the mountain.

On the mountainside, two children, a boy and a girl, and the woman wearing a veil were still standing upright.

Mo Hua walked up to them with a storage bag on his arm and said straight to the point:

You have disturbed Mr. Zhuang's purity, so you should go back. Mr. Zhuang doesn't want to see you.

The two children looked a little depressed when they heard this, and the veiled woman said:

Please let me know, little friend, that an old friend is visiting. If we have something important to discuss, I must ask Mr. Zhuang to meet him.

Mo Hua said: How come Mr. Zhuang doesn't know why you are here? If he doesn't want to see you, he won't see you. If you wait any longer, it will be in vain.

The boy said firmly: As long as I can see Mr. Zhuang, I will wait for as long as possible.

The girl on the side didn't say anything, but her eyes didn't mean to retreat at all.

Mo Hua asked curiously: If Mr. Zhuang never sees you, will you really keep waiting? Will you have to wait for ten years or a hundred years?

The boy frowned and said nothing.

He is quite handsome and looks quite smart, but he is a bit too stubborn. Mo Hua secretly slandered.

Then what do you eat?

I have Bigu Pill.

Taking too much Bigu Pill will hurt your health. Mo Hua said.

Bigu Pill is one of the elixirs refined by alchemists. It is refined and condensed using some common ingredients and fresh-keeping medicines. It is easy to store and can satisfy hunger and replenish blood. It is necessary for monks to travel long distances or retreat for a long time. It is one of the elixirs, but if consumed for a long time, it will damage the blood of the monks.

Of course, there is another reason why casual cultivators do not take Bigu Pills. Bigu Pills are not cheap. It is not cost-effective to use Bigu Pills to satisfy hunger.

Hmph, the boy snorted, Don't worry about it.

However, he still secretly looked at the veiled woman on one side.

The veiled woman said: We understand my friend's wishes, but we must see Mr. Zhuang during this trip, otherwise we will not go back.

You are staying here to see Mr. Zhuang, but no matter how long you stay here, you will never see Mr. Zhuang. With Mr. Zhuang's temperament, the longer you stay, the less he wants to see you. Mo Hua said.

The veiled woman hesitated for a moment. Although she had never seen Mr. Zhuang, she had heard about his actions and knew that what the young man in front of her said was probably right.

If Mr. Zhuang didn't want to see them, he wouldn't be able to see them even if they were reduced to withered bones.

Seeing that she was slightly shaken, Mo Hua continued: As a cultivator, everything depends on chance. Mr. Zhuang doesn't see you because the fate has not arrived. Since the fate has not arrived, no matter how you persist, it will be counterproductive.

The woman couldn't help but ask: Then when will we have the chance to meet Mr.?

Mo Hua said: This depends on the mood of the gentleman. You come to visit the gentleman on a sunny day. You don't need to stay longer. All you need to do is salute in front of the door. If the door is open, it means that the gentleman wants to see you. But if the distant door is closed, it means that the fate has not arrived and the master does not want to see you, so you can just leave on your own.

The woman was still a little hesitant, Madam has told me to take the young master and young lady to see Mr. Zhuang, and now she is leaving...

If you have to wait ten or eight years, delay your practice, stay awake, and have bad blood, even if you meet Mr. Zhuang and become a disciple of Mr. Zhuang, your foundation will be damaged and it will be difficult to see the great road. What's the point of this? Mo Hua asked rhetorically. road.

The woman nodded, then frowned and said, We didn't say we wanted to take Mr. Zhuang as our teacher. How did you know?

Mo Hua thought to himself that you brought two children of enlightenment age to visit your husband. If not to become a disciple, what else could it be for?

If I were just visiting an old friend, I wouldn't stay here for seven days.

However, on the surface, the ink painting still pretended to be calm and relaxed. Mr. Zhuang said:

I said, everything is as expected by Mr. Zhuang. You can go back. When Mr. Zhuang wants to see you, he will naturally see you.

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he felt that the time was almost up, so he opened the food box and the aroma wafted out.

Do you want something to eat?

The girl was okay, but the boy couldn't stand immediately. Although he pretended to be calm, his eyes couldn't help but look into the food box.

The taste of Bigu Dan is not good, and if you eat too much, you will inevitably feel uncomfortable. The color, smell and taste are not comparable to the wine, meat and snacks in the Mo Hua food box.

The veiled woman saw that the face of the young master and the young lady were as white as the paper, and their lips were not even bloody at all. She felt soft when she thought that the two children had been pampered and well-off before, and had never been so hungry and haggard.

She had watched her two children grow up. Even if she could not accept Mr. Zhuang as her teacher and violated the madam's instructions, she would go to the madam to receive the punishment, but she would never bear to let the young master and the young lady suffer.

What's more, the young boy in front of me is right. If he takes Bigu Pills every day, sleepless, and suffers from the cold and heat in the mountains, his foundation will be damaged and his subsequent practice will be affected. Nothing can make up for it.

Thank you very much, little friend.

The woman thanked Mo Hua and then said to the two children:

Young Master and Miss, you should have something to eat first. Since Mr. Zhuang doesn't want to see us, it is natural that the time has not come yet. We will pay him another day.

The two children also thanked Mo Hua.

Then he took out the noodles and various snacks from the food box and ate them. Although he was very hungry, he still behaved dignifiedly with every meal he ate. At first glance, he was a child of a well-educated family.

The boy took a bite of the spicy beef. There was a strange smell in his mouth at first, and then the aroma spread when he chewed it. He couldn't help but ask, What kind of meat is this?

Meat of monsters.

The boy's eyes widened, Can you eat the meat of monsters?!

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him, Didn't you eat it...

Didn't I say that eating the flesh of monster beasts will ruin your vitality and lose your mind?

This is the meat of the buffalo monster. It eats vegetation and will not spoil the monk's health. Those monsters that eat meat and humans cannot eat their meat.

The ink painting has a rare and strange expression.

The boy looked at the meat in his hand, a little afraid, but he didn't want to be underestimated by Mo Hua, so he ate a few more bites, and then found that the meat became more and more delicious as he ate it, and he couldn't stop eating it...

The girl next to her looked at the snacks in the Mo Hua food box, This snack...

My mother made it herself, it's delicious! Mo Hua said proudly.

Will your mother... make you some snacks...

In addition to snacks, there are many delicious foods. Mo Hua nodded.

There was a trace of envy in the little girl's cold eyes, then she picked up the snack in the dish, opened her lips and teeth slightly, and took a bite.

Crisp and sweet.

The little girl lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes, making it difficult to see her thoughts. After a while, he raised his head, looked at the ink paintings and praised: It's delicious.

The sound is clear and melodious. According to the legend, heavenly beings play harp and play fairy music, but this is probably nothing more than that.

Mo Hua was also very happy, squinting and smiling:

Well, my mother's food is the most delicious!

After several people finished eating, before leaving, Aunt Xue took out a jade pendant that was full of brilliance and handed it to Mo Hua:

This is a first-class pure heart pendant. Wearing it with you can help you focus your mind during practice. It is not expensive. I give it to you to express my gratitude.

Although Aunt Xue is not expensive, looking at the flowing light on it, it is just ordinary. For a casual cultivator like Mo Hua, it is even more valuable.

Although Mo Hua wanted it a little bit, he also knew that he couldn't have it.

The fact that they were so polite to him was all because of Mr. Zhuang's face. If not, they probably wouldn't have said a word to him due to the disparity in status.

By learning the formation from Mr. Zhuang, I have already accepted Mr. Zhuang's affection. I cannot trade Mr. Zhuang's face for benefits.

Mo Hua declined politely, but Aunt Xue wanted to give more, so Mo Hua said:

If you really want to give, just give me some food money. Five spiritual stones will be enough.

Aunt Xue was stunned for a moment, as if she had never heard such a request before, but she still took out a storage bag with forty or fifty spiritual stones in it.

Mo Hua only took out five pieces from it, and then returned the bag to Aunt Xue. Without waiting for Aunt Xue to say anything, he waved his little hand and went down the mountain with his storage bag.

Aunt Xue stared at the ink painting blankly. Just as the ink painting was about to go away, the little girl suddenly spoke, with a clear and pleasant voice:

May I have your name?

Although the voice was soft, Mo Hua still heard it.

Mo Hua turned around and said with a smile, My name is Mo Hua.

At this time, the sunset looks like splashing ink, and the mountain scenery is picturesque.

In the gorgeous rays of the sun, the ink painting stands in the mountains, and it feels like standing in a painting of beautiful mountain scenery.

The name Mo Hua, along with the colorful clouds in the sky, remained in her sea of ​​consciousness.

I hope you all have time to read it. If you read enough, I can put it on the shelves as soon as possible and I can update more~(=^_^=)