Asking About Longevity Chapter 112

 Chapter 112 Giving Gifts (Fifth update)

 One hundred armored formations, but it took just over a month and a half for the ink painting to be completed?

 Elder Yu frowned and remained silent.

Seeing this, Yu Chengyi asked: "Dad, what's wrong?"

 Elder Yu handed the storage bag to his son, "You count."

Yu Chengyi took it, glanced at it with his consciousness, counted it once, and counted it again, and couldn't help but count it again...

 After a moment, he opened his mouth wide and said, "Is this...all painted?"

Elder Yu glared at him, "Can't you count?"

Yu Chengyi smiled and couldn't help but ask:

 “Did he… paint this alone?”

Elder Yu opened the rattan armor inside and compared the iron armor array. Although some of the handwriting was a bit sloppy, the form and spirit were integrated and completed in one go. It was indeed the work of one person.

 The father and son looked at each other, speechless.

"This son of Mo Shan...isn't he some kind of little monster..."

Yu Chengyi couldn't help but muttered.

Elder Yu stepped up and slapped him, "What are you talking about?!"

Yu Chengyi covered his head and couldn't help but mutter:

 “I'll just say it casually.”

 Elder Yu looked at him with a worried expression.

Yu Chengyi thought for a moment and then said: "It couldn't be someone else who painted it for him."

 “Who will help him draw?”

Elder Yu snorted coldly and said, "I am a foundation-building monk. I beg for help everywhere, but no one can help me draw the formation."

 As soon as he mentioned this, Elder Yu became a little angry. Of course, it's not that others didn't help him paint, it was just that the price he gave was too low.

"If he really painted it himself, if nothing else, the loss of his spiritual consciousness is probably not small. This kid, Mo Hua, is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and he is not very old..."

“That's right.” Elder Yu sighed, suddenly feeling a little distressed, and ordered:

“Bring some nourishing elixirs and spiritual things from home, and I'll go to Mo Shan's house to have a look.”

Yu Chengyi was about to speak but stopped.

 “If you fart, hurry up!” Elder Yu scolded.

Yu Chengyi whispered: "There are not many nourishing elixirs at home..."

 “Take as much as you have!”

"But…"

 Elder Yu's face darkened.

Yu Chengyi did not dare to say anything more, so he had to collect some elixirs, spiritual herbs, Ganoderma lucidum at home that could nourish spiritual power or vitality, sealed them with leather paper, put them in a storage bag, and handed them to Elder Yu.

Elder Yu took it and turned to leave, but suddenly turned back and ordered: "You also come with me."

Yu Chengyi wondered: "What should I do?"

"This kid, Mo Hua, will really be able to become a battle master in the future. That will be a blessing for us monster hunters. I will take you there to make you familiar with him. It will be easy to talk to him if anything happens in the future."

Yu Chengyi is, after all, a demon hunter at the ninth level of Qi refining. He was still a little unhappy when asked to see a child's face, but seeing his father's livid expression, he could only say "yes" obediently.

 Elder Yu brought Yu Chengyi to the Mo family.

Mo Shan was surprised. He didn't expect that Elder Yu would come in person, and even Yu Chengyi came. He thought it was something big, and his expression became solemn.

Elder Yu waved his hand and said, "Nothing to do. I'm here to look at the ink paintings while you do your business."

Mo Shan was stunned, but he felt relieved when he thought that it was probably about the formation.

Mo Hua was also surprised when he saw Elder Yu.

He thought it was Elder Yu who thought he was too slow in drawing the formation, so he came to question him. But it's not that big of a deal, the elders who are in the foundation-building period won't have such a small spirit...

Mo Hua whispered: "Elder Yu, are you looking for me?"

Elder Yu didn't know what to say for a moment, so he coughed and asked, “It will take a long time to draw that formation...”

Mo Hua's heart tightened.

Elder Yu is not really blaming me for drawing slowly...

But it's really his fault that he was so preoccupied with practicing kung fu that he forgot about this matter.

By the time I think about it, a month has passed.

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed and could only say:

“Elder, I paint relatively slowly. I painted two or three paintings a day, and I couldn't finish them until yesterday.”

 Elder Yu and Yu Chengyi looked at each other.

 “He really painted it himself!”

 The iron armor formation with six lines of formations. As a teenager, he could draw two or three sets in a day!

He did not delay his practice and took the time to draw this!

The father and son were in a state of turmoil in their hearts, but they tried to remain calm on the outside.

"Not too slow, not too slow!" Elder Yu said quickly, "It's much faster than I thought."

He originally thought that it would be good if he could finish one ink painting in one day. If he painted in this way for three months, even if it was less than a hundred, it would still be eighty or ninety. The remaining bit would be added slowly in the future.

 But now Mo Hua's formation speed is much faster than he thought!

 Talents!

Elder Yu was overjoyed, took out the storage bag, and whispered softly: "I was afraid that you would be tired, so I gave you some nourishing elixirs and spiritual objects, as well as some spiritual flesh, which is nothing. Don't worry about keeping your precious things…”

Yu Chengyi was stunned as he watched from the side. When had his father ever used such a kind and friendly tone when talking to others?

 It's like being snatched away...

Yu Chengyi couldn't help but shudder.

 “How is this good…”

Mo Hua declined politely.

Elder Yu deliberately made a serious face, "Take what I give you!"

Mo Hua had no choice but to accept it. Elder Yu nodded, then pulled Yu Chengyi over and said:

"This is your Uncle Yu. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just go to him and don't be polite to him."

Yu Chengyi was looked at by Mo Hua's pair of black and watery eyes. He was at a loss for a moment, so he forced a smile and said:

"Yes, if you have any trouble in the future, just ask your Uncle Yu, no need to be polite."

Yu Chengyi was looked at by Mo Hua and didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to follow his father's words and say it again.

Elder Yu hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. This stupid son can't even speak a word!

Mo Hua said gratefully: "Thank you, Elder Yu! Thank you, Uncle Yu!"

Elder Yu nodded happily, and then patted Mo Hua's shoulder.

"You practice well and learn the formations well, and we won't disturb you."

 After saying that, he took Yu Chengyi away.

Mo Hua was a little uneasy at first, thinking that Elder Yu thought he was too slow in drawing the formation. Now he saw that Elder Yu not only didn't care, but was actually very happy, so he was relieved.

Mo Hua happily gave the etiquette given by Elder Yu to his father Mo Shan.

“Dad, this is what Elder Yu gave me. You should keep it first.”

Mo Shan nodded, took the storage bag, looked at it for a few times, and suddenly froze:

 “Who gave it to you?”

“Elder Yu.” Mo Hua didn't know why.

“Elder Yu?” Mo Shan frowned, “That Elder Yu who just came in?”

“Yes, he is probably the only Elder Yu in Tongxian City.” Mo Hua said strangely.

Mo Shan was stunned. Elder Yu, who had a bad temper, a stern expression, was like an iron rooster, and never pulled out his hair, would he give gifts? !

 Or give a gift to his son?

Mo Shan was inexplicably shocked and speechless for a moment.

The fifth update is completed~

 (End of this chapter)

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