Chapter 216 Ancestor

"The Daoyu Prison is not allowed to be entered casually by cultivators. Ordinary cultivators should not enter it for the rest of their lives. It is not a good place."

Mo Hua nodded, thinking that Zhang Lan made sense.

He wanted to be a good cultivator who "obeyed the law". He would not enter a place like the Daoyu Prison if he could avoid it.

There are also many formations inside and outside the Daoting Division.

These formations are relatively obscure, and the grades are not low. Some of them can be seen by Mo Hua, but some cannot be distinguished.

Mo Hua did not dare to look too carefully.

After all, this is the Daoting Division. If he saw some formations that he should not see, it would be troublesome.

Zhang Lan brought Mo Hua to the front of Director Zhou and bowed respectfully.

Mo Hua also bowed, then secretly raised his head and looked at Director Zhou.

Director Zhou was very old, with gray hair, a slightly hunched body, and a kind face, but between his glances, he still had the majesty of being in a superior position.

Manager Zhou looked at Mo Hua, nodded, and couldn't help but praise him a few times.

Mo Hua also praised Manager Zhou a few times, and all the words were picked up from what Zhang Lan had said to him, and he learned and applied them immediately, such as "stable governance", "hard work and great achievements", "outstanding achievements" and so on.

Manager Zhou's smile was indeed even brighter.

He looked at Zhang Lan and said, "This kid is really smart."

Zhang Lan smiled, with mixed feelings:

"Isn't he smart? I told him all these flattering words, and he used them all in a blink of an eye..."

Manager Zhou asked about the formation again.

Mo Hua answered truthfully.

However, Manager Zhou himself was not proficient in the formation, and the questions he asked were all seemingly profound, but actually quite simple. Mo Hua answered without effort.

Manager Zhou was even more satisfied, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Mo Hua was full of appreciation.

That was enough. It was just a casual greeting, and there was no other topic to talk about in depth.

Manager Zhou was in charge of the Daoting Division of Tongxian City, and was busy with work, so Mo Hua and Zhang Lan bowed and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Manager Zhou called Mo Hua and said:

"I have already informed the Qian family, you don't have to take it to heart, just study the formation well."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "Thank you, Mr. Manager!"

Manager Zhou stroked his long beard and nodded with satisfaction.

What he wanted to hear was this "thank you".

Qian Family.

In the cave of the Qian Family ancestor, Qian Hong looked unbelievable.

The ancestor just asked him to be careful with his words and not to embarrass the little formation master named Mo Hua.

Qian Hong hurriedly said: "Grandfather, Mo Hua is already a first-class formation master at such a young age. If we leave him alone, in time, our Qian family may no longer have a foothold in Tongxian City."

The Qian family ancestor's cultivation is in the middle stage of foundation building, but he is already old, his blood and energy are gradually weakening, and his cultivation is gradually declining. Unless something big happens, he will not ask about family affairs.

He looked at Qian Hong with turbid eyes and said slowly: "You should have acted earlier, you, together with several foundation building elders, killed that kid in a flash. Now, it's too late..."

The Qian family ancestor's breath was weak, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was intermittent.

Qian Hong said respectfully: "Grandson wants to act cautiously and doesn't want to be too rash and leave a handle."

The Qian family ancestor looked at him cautiously and said nothing.

Qian Hong felt the pressure and had to say: "The elders in the clan are all selfish and may not listen to my grandson's orders."

The Qian family ancestor looked disappointed: "You are the head of the family. If they don't listen to your orders, who do you blame?"

This is a heavy statement, implying that Qian Hong is incompetent and unable to convince others.

Qian Hong did not dare to refute, and bowed his head respectfully, "The ancestor is right."

"You..." The ancestor of the Qian family coughed, "You are cruel, but not cruel enough, selfish, but not selfish enough, you can endure, but you can't endure to the end."

The ancestor of the Qian family sighed, "You have everything, but everything is a little short."

Qian Hong knelt down and kowtowed, "Please give me another chance, I will kill that little formation master!"

"You can't kill him..."

The ancestor of the Qian family said slowly, "Even if you kill him, it's not much better than not killing him."

Qian Hong didn't understand, "Please tell me clearly."

"Go back and count for yourself, if you kill that little formation master, how many people will you offend."

The ancestor of the Qian family gradually closed his cloudy eyes, "Go, think about it yourself."

Qian Hong kowtowed and retreated respectfully.

In the huge and empty cave, only the ancestor of the Qian family was left.

He looked down at his dry hands, the brown spots on the back of his hands, and the occasional rotten skin, his eyes were numb.

"Am I going to die soon..."

The Qian family ancestor murmured, his voice was extremely hoarse.

After saying that, he started coughing, coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and lungs.

The Qian family elder hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his arms, tremblingly poured out a pill, put it into his mouth with great care, and closed his eyes to refine the medicine.

The medicine took effect and the cough was relieved.

The Qian family ancestor slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot.

"But... I don't want to die yet..."

Qian Hong left the ancestor's cave and immediately asked someone to find out who said what to the ancestor.

At night, someone reported to him:

"It was the old chief of the Daoting Division who visited the ancestor and seemed to ask the Qian family not to make things difficult for the young formation master."

Qian Hong frowned, "Without relatives or friends, why would the old chief speak for the young formation master?"

He remembered what the ancestor said, "If the young formation master is killed, how many people will be offended..."

Qian Hong sorted out the people Mo Hua knew, and sent someone to inquire around, and got a piece of paper.

Qian Hong took a look and sat down dejectedly on the chair.

How could this happen?

Qian Hong was overwhelmed by the numerous characters on the paper:

The old chief of Daoting Division wanted to protect Mo Hua, and Zhang Lan, the director of Daoting Division, was familiar with Mo Hua, and Zhang Diansi was backed by the Zhang family.

Among the demon hunters, Elder Yu was protective of his subordinates, needless to say.

Most of the other demon hunters, regardless of their realm, had received favors from that kid and were willing to protect him.

Most of the weapon refiners and alchemists among the casual cultivators also knew Mo Hua.

Especially Mr. Feng, who was very popular and had many students, watched Mo Hua grow up.

The young master of the An family was a friend of Mo Hua. Mr. An had always been at odds with the Qian family, so he would naturally stand on Mo Hua's side when something happened. Moreover, Mo Hua was a first-class formation master, so there was no reason for Mr. An not to help.

Among the formation masters of Tongxian City, the first-class formation master Master Luo once said that all the formation masters in the city should not make things difficult for Mo Hua.

Even in the Qian family, Master Qian was unwilling to go against Mo Hua.

And the three people from the Bai family, a big family from outside, who came here to travel, especially the brother and sister, seemed to have a good relationship with Mo Hua. Some people saw them walking together on the street during the Demon Hunting Festival...

Qian Hong counted these relationships one by one, and couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp.

Mo Hua was just a little kid in his teens, how did he know so many cultivators?

If he really killed Mo Hua, wouldn't he be in big trouble instantly?

Qian Hong was shocked and scared.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake.

Logically speaking, their Qian family is the real local snake in Tongxian City.

But now it seems that if the Qian family is a local snake, then Mo Hua, this kid, is the real "local dragon".

In this case, how can he do it? How dare he do it?

How did things develop to this point?

Qian Hong had a splitting headache, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief after a long while. He rubbed his forehead, and even though he was unwilling, he could only say helplessly:

"At this point, we have to take a long-term view, and be patient for now..."

He didn't want to let Mo Hua go, but at this point, he could only be patient for now.

Be patient, as long as you are patient, there will always be a chance...