Asking about longevity

An Xiaopang secretly wiped his tears.

Mo Hua sighed and took An Xiaopang for a walk around An's house. An Xiaopang was in a better mood and suddenly realized something was wrong:

"This is my home, how come you know it better than me?"

Your formation is so simple that you can see through it at a glance.

Mo Hua said in his heart, but he took care of the An family's face, so he didn't say it directly, he only said:

"I'm a formation master, I can see it based on the formation."

The formation was arranged based on the pavilions and pavilions of the An family's mansion. Mo Hua could see through the formation, and in turn naturally understood how the An family's mansion was constructed.

The rockery and water, the pavilion and the pavilion, every piece of earth and wood, all fit into the formation, and there are traces to follow.

An Xiaopang said with envy: "Mo Hua, you are so awesome. I wish I were as smart as you."

Mo Hua said: "You don't have to be discouraged. My talents will be useful. Think about it, what do you like to do?"

My talents are destined to be useful...

An Xiaopang was quite encouraged. He frowned and thought for a long time, and his eyes lit up:

"I like to eat!"

Mo Hua's expression froze.

Fatty An scratched his head, "Isn't this...not good?"

"It's...ok." Mo Hua said without conscience.

Fatty An scratched his head again.

Mo Hua said: "Don't care what others say, don't care what others think, think about it carefully, what is the thing you want to do most in your life? Don't ask for great achievements, just have no complaints or regrets."

"Oh. Fatty An nodded.

The two of them walked around the garden.

An Xiaopang suddenly remembered something and said, "Mo Hua, my grandfather seems to want you to marry him."

Mo Hua was not surprised, but asked curiously: "How do you know."

"When my mother was chatting with a group of aunts and uncles, I heard that they really liked talking about this, and they didn't feel tired after talking all day long..."

Mo Hua looked at the way that Fatty An was enjoying it. He guessed that his mother had been chatting with others for a whole day, and Fatty An also listened with interest for a whole day...

However, Mo Hua was still confused: "I'm only ten years old. Is it too early for your grandfather to consider this?"

"It's not early." An Xiaopang shook his head, "This kind of thing needs to be decided early, otherwise it will be robbed if it is too late."

An Xiaopang lowered his voice again and said, "I heard that some aristocratic families have been matching each other for betrothed since the birth of their children and their spiritual roots."

"Do you kiss me, baby?"

"Yes." An Xiaopang nodded, "Those aristocratic families with close family ties will study the inheritance of spiritual roots. What kind of spiritual roots can monks form Taoist couples and what kind of spiritual roots can they give birth to children. In order to cultivate With rarer and higher-grade spiritual roots, marriages between aristocratic families will be based on the spiritual roots."

"Is spiritual root marriage really useful..."

"It's useful." Xiaopang An said, "Among the disciples of those big families, there are countless high-grade spiritual roots, and those with high-grade and low-grade spiritual roots are considered ordinary qualifications. As for us monks in small places, middle-grade spiritual roots are considered good. This It is the result of aristocratic families studying the inheritance of spiritual roots and using this to marry."

Mo Hua frowned. He only knew that there was spiritual root inheritance, but he didn't expect that there was such a deep doorway here.

"Isn't it voluntary for you to become a couple? Can those disciples who were forcibly married agree to it?"

"You can't help yourself." An Xiaopang sighed, "You eat the clan's food and drink the clan's food. You practice the clan's exercises and use the clan's spiritual stones and spiritual objects. You have to rely on the clan's power when you go out. No. Maybe at no cost. "

"Did you come up with this yourself?"

"No, I listened to what my mother said." An Xiaopang said honestly.

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

An Xiaopang curled his lips, "If you can't twist your thigh with your fingers, what's the use of resisting. A big family is like a towering tree, and the disciples are just leaves on the tree. If there are more and one less, what's the impact? If you don't resist, you can still do it. Practice with peace of mind and enjoy happiness; if you resist, you will have nothing."

The mood of the ink painting is complicated.

In a family connected by blood, family ties are the weakest...

"However, it's not impossible." An Xiaopang added.

"What can I do?" Mo Hua asked.

An Xiaopang secretly said: "Everyone has his own thing!"

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

"It's just..." An Xiaopang recalled what his mother said during the chat, "It's that you can match the family's requirements, get spiritual roots, make friends, and have offspring, but behind the scenes, you can be with whomever you like. Okay, you can play whatever you want, as long as it doesn’t look too ugly..."

Mo Hua was dumbfounded, "It's such a mess..."

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

After saying that, he added: "The bigger the family, the more chaotic it will be!"

On the other side, Mr. An just exchanged casual greetings with Zhang Lan and talked about some innocuous things.

Zhang Lan and Mr. An had nothing 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 in a nonchalant manner, and stood up to say goodbye to Situ Fang.

Mr. An sat and meditated for a moment. The head of the An family, An Yonglu, walked in, sat down next to Mr. An, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked:

"Dad, the guest has left?"

Mr. An nodded.

"Then what are you sitting here thinking about?"

"I don't have long to live, and I'm thinking about my funeral."

An Yonglu choked as soon as he drank the tea in his mouth, "Dad, you can't talk about this kind of thing casually."

Mr. An glanced at An Yonglu with blazing eyes and said slowly:

"We, the An family, have been fighting against the Qian family for hundreds of years, and have always been at a disadvantage. We have almost given up on the crafts of weapon refining and elixir refining. Only in the area of ​​spiritual food, 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 must bear this responsibility.

Mr. An sighed and asked, "Do you know how we are inferior to the Qian family?"

"Not as cruel as them..."

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

An Yonglu buried his head lower.

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

An Yonglu raised his head and looked ashamed, but he still insisted: "Dad, although Xiaofu has no ability, he has a good heart and knows the general situation. Being the head of the family may not necessarily have merit, but he has no fault."

His son is already stupid. If his father doesn't think about him, who can plan for him?

Mr. An closed his eyes to rest and did not want to talk.

An Yonglu felt uneasy, but knew that it was not easy to talk about this anymore, so he changed the topic and said:

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

Mr. An opened his eyes and said, "No more."

"Why don't you recruit?" An Yonglu asked in a low voice.

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

An Yonglu was slightly startled, a little dissatisfied, and defended in a low voice:

"Why is Anjia not worthy?"

Mr. An raised his eyebrows, "What should I match it with?"

An Yonglu was slightly impressed, "Our An family's property, spiritual stones, and numerous disciples are among the best in Tongxian City. It is this mansion. I don't know how many monks want to live in Tongxian City." …”

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

"The layout is exquisite, the materials used are exquisite, and the formation was painted by a famous formation master in the city at a huge cost. It can be said to be airtight..."

Mr. An sighed, "That kid recognized all the formations outside here along the way."

An Yonglu was stunned, "Huh?"

How come you recognized it?

This is not one of those simple formations that are common on the street. Can you recognize it so easily?

Mr. An glanced at his son lightly and said:

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

Like a sieve...

These words were like a knife, piercing An Yonglu's heart.

An Yonglu opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.