Asking about longevity

The An family is the second largest family in Tongxian City. The patriarch is An Yonglu, who is also An Xiaopang's father. However, Mr. An, who is in the foundation building period, still has the final say on all matters in the clan.

When several people saw Mr. An, they all saluted. Mr. An also exchanged a few pleasantries.

Mr. An did not belittle Mo Hua because of his young age, but was quite polite.

He was so polite that Mo Hua felt something was wrong.

We have never met, why are you so nice to me?

Mo Hua was secretly suspicious.

After chatting for a while, Mo Hua knew the whole story.

The person who picked up the evil cultivators was indeed a concubine from the An family.

When the woman saw the evil cultivator's handsome appearance, she fell in love with him, and was deceived by his sweet words into a private life. Later, when it was discovered that something was wrong, it was too late. She had been used as a furnace, and she was so exhausted that she was in a daze all day long.

Under the combination of bitterness and hatred, the woman insisted on seeking death. Although she was rescued later, she became neither a human nor a ghost. She lived in panic and struggled...

When Mr. An learned about it, he was furious and privately asked An family disciples to search everywhere, but there was no news.

The evil cultivator is sophisticated in his skills and is good at physical skills. He is difficult to detect and even more difficult to track down.

Mr. An also relied on his connections and asked the Situ family, who he had some friendship with, and Zhang Lan, the chief of Daotingsi, to help in the investigation.

Later, on Dahei Mountain, Zhang Lan caught the evil cultivator with Mo Hua leading the way.

Mr. An was very grateful to Mo Hua.

But Mo Hua still felt something was wrong, and Mr. An was a little too grateful.

At least he should be more grateful to Zhang Lan and Situ Fang. After all, they were the ones who captured the person, and Mo Hua just helped.

As expected, Mr. An was reserved for a while and then began to ask about Mo Hua's personal affairs.

For example, what does his parents do, what does he want to do in the future, whether he has learned formations, etc.

Mr. An still can't be offended.

Mo Hua was polite and picked up some irrelevant words to answer seriously.

Mr. An continued to ask.

Mo Hua innocently talked from east to west, and then from west to east. Che Luolun talked for a while, with a serious look on his face, but what he said was all nonsense. He could be as perfunctory as possible.

I really couldn't get over it, so I just laughed and said I didn't remember.

He is still a child anyway, so there is nothing wrong with saying that.

Mr. An made insinuations for a while, but didn't come up with a useful question. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

If the disciples of the younger generation of the An family could have such a foresight, he would be able to save a lot of worry.

After a while, Mr. An also called some disciples of the An family.

There are men and women, mostly women. They are all about the size of ink paintings, good-looking, and very formally dressed.

Mo Hua took a look and saw Xiaopang An inside.

There is no way, he is the fattest among the group of people.

Standing out from the crowd, it’s hard not to see it...

It's just that Fatty An didn't seem happy. He stood in a group of disciples, a little unhappy, and kept his head lowered.

It seems that although he is the son of the head of the An family, he is not taken seriously. Moreover, among this group of An family disciples, he should be the one with the lowest qualifications, the lowest cultivation level, and the least outstanding appearance. He is probably put there to make up for the numbers. .

Mr. An said: "Zhang Diansi and I still have something to discuss. If little brother Mo doesn't mind, you can go to the back and take a look at my An family's garden. It's full of flowers and the scenery is wonderful."

"All the disciples from these clans can keep me company." Mr. An pointed at this group of disciples, especially the beautiful female disciples in front.

Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed. Anyone with a discerning eye could see what Mr. An was thinking.

Situ Xiu was also a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Zhang Lan, on the other hand, watched the excitement and didn't take it too seriously. He calmly held a cup of tea and drank tea, but secretly raised his eyebrows at the ink painting while gloating about the misfortune.

Mr. An put so much thought into it, probably because he wanted to marry Mo Hua.

Just in order not to be so obvious, I found some other An family disciples to mix in.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly and was too lazy to deal with Mr. An.

Just now he could waste time saying those polite words, which was already enough courtesy.

Mo Hua stood up and said goodbye: "It's getting late. I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. I won't disturb you and Uncle Zhang from talking about business."

Mr. An looked slightly disappointed, but he didn't do much to persuade him to stay. He just said:

"Little brother, feel free to do what you want, no need to be formal."

Mo Hua stood up and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he saw the lonely Fatty An. He hesitated for a moment, and then sighed inwardly.

"Master An?"

Mr. An's eyes lit up, "Little brother, do you know Xiao Fu?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Master An and I are from the same sect and have some friendship. Master An even helped me."

Fatty An was stunned.

Didn't Mo Hua help him with his homework? When did he help Mo Hua?

Why doesn't he remember...

Mr. An's eyes became brighter, and he looked at Xiaopang An with a little more approval.

"Now that we have some friendships with each other, Xiao Fu, you can take Brother Mo to go shopping."

Everyone in the room looked at Fatty An.

It was the first time that Fatty An was looked at by so many people. He felt a little embarrassed, but he still straightened his back a little and said, "Yes, Grandpa."

An Xiaopang took Mo Hua out of the living room.

After that, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body shrank like a deflated ball.

It looks a little pitiful, but also a little funny.

Mo Hua couldn't help but ask: "Are you afraid of your grandpa?"

Fatty An nodded, "I'm afraid. Not only my grandfather, I'm also afraid of my father and other uncles."

"Will they hit you?"

Fatty An shook his head.

"Will he scold you?"

"My dad can do it, but my grandpa can't, and other uncles generally can't either. Oh, by the way, my dad can also beat me..."

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Then why are you afraid of them?"

An Xiaopang did not answer, but looked disappointed and said:

"Mo Hua, am I useless?"

Mo Hua wanted to say no, but couldn't seem to find any merit in him, so he could only say politely:

"A little bit."

An Xiaopang became even more frustrated, "My father is the clan leader. Logically speaking, I will also be the clan leader in the future, but I don't have the ability to be the clan leader..."

"Is this why you are unhappy?"

"Yeah." An Xiaopang nodded, "So my uncles and uncles looked at me with regret and disappointment. My grandfather also loved me when I was young, but when I grew up, he didn't even know how to correct me. Just look at me..."

An Xiaopang's voice became softer and quieter, and finally became almost inaudible.

"Didn't you know about this kind of thing before?"

In Mo Hua's impression, Fatty An was still the careless little fat man with a bit of a temper but a good heart.

Now he became worried.

"I didn't know before because I didn't notice it. But then one day, I suddenly discovered that the way my grandfather looked at me was no longer concerned, but indifferent and disappointed. When I looked at my father and my Those uncles and uncles are actually the same, they only have disappointment in their eyes..."

"Maybe they have been disappointed in me for a long time, but I just never realized it."

There was deep disappointment in An Xiaopang's eyes.

"Then you practice hard and learn more?" Mo Hua said.

An Xiaopang secretly wiped his tears and said, "Mo Hua, I'm stupid. No matter how hard I try, I can never learn. I can't learn what others can learn..."

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