Chapter 144: Settling Down (Second Update)
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, but 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 thought in his heart, but he took care of Anjia's face, so he didn't say it directly. He only said:
“I am a formation master, I can see it based on the formation method.”
The formation is arranged according to the pavilions and pavilions of the Anjia's mansion. Mo Hua can see through the formation and in turn naturally understand how the Anjia's mansion is constructed.
Rockeries, false waters, pavilions, pavilions, terraces, 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!"
The expression in the ink painting was stagnant.
An Xiaopang scratched his head, "Isn't this... not very good?"
“It's...okay.” Mo Hua said without conscience.
An Xiaopang scratched his head again.
Mo Hua said: "Don't care what others say, don't care what others think, think about it carefully, what do you want to do most in your life? Don't ask for great achievements, as long as you have no complaints or regrets."
“Oh.” Xiaopang An nodded.
The two of them walked around the garden.
An Xiaopang suddenly remembered something and said, "Mo Hua, my grandpa 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 wouldn't be tired from talking all day long...”
Mo Hua looked at the way that Fatty An was enjoying it. He must have been chatting with others for a whole day, and Fatty An was also listening 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." Xiaopang An shook his head, "This kind of thing should be settled early, otherwise it will be robbed if it is late."
An Xiaopang lowered his voice again and said, "I heard that some aristocratic families have been matching each other for betrothed since their children were born and their spiritual roots were determined."
“Are you kissing the baby?”
"Yes." An Xiaopang nodded, "Those aristocratic families with strong family ties will study the inheritance of spiritual roots. What kind of spiritual roots can monks form Taoist couples and what kind of children can be born with spiritual roots? 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." Xiao Pang 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 monks like us 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 marrying them."
Mo Hua frowned. He only knew that he had spiritual roots, but he didn't expect that there was such a deep doorway here.
"Isn't it voluntary between you and me to become a Taoist couple? Can those disciples who were forcibly married agree to it?"
"You can't help yourself." Xiaopang An sighed, "You eat the clan's food and drink the clan's food. You practice the clan's skills and use the clan's spiritual stones and spiritual objects. When you go out, you have to rely on the clan's power. It's impossible not to pay any price.”
“Did you come up with this yourself?”
"No, I listened to what my mother said." An Xiaopang said honestly.
“What 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 family 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."
Ink paintings have complex emotions.
For a family that is connected by blood, family ties are the weakest...
“However, it's not impossible.” An Xiaopang added.
“What can we 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 good with whomever you like. , just play how you like, as long as it's not too ugly on the surface..."
Mo Hua was stunned when he heard this, "It's so messy..." Fatty An nodded, "It's very messy!"
After speaking, 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 with Situ Fang to say goodbye.
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 thinking about while sitting here?”
“I don't have long to live, so 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 with 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 field of spiritual food, we still have some advantages.”
An Yonglu lowered his head. He is the head of the family. Even if it is 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 ruthless 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 about it."
An Yonglu buried his head even lower.
When Mr. An saw his son's appearance, he 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 persisted: "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, 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 and asked, "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 good 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 litter the streets. 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..."
Same as a sieve…
These words were like a knife, piercing into An Yonglu's heart.
An Yonglu opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.
(End of this chapter)
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