Chapter 175 Going Home
Elder Yu cursed Qian Hong loudly again.
Qian Hong, who was mentally unbalanced, finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to take action desperately. At this moment, the monks from Daotingsi came.
Elder Yu sent someone to notify Daotingsi in advance, fearing that the Qian family was ungrateful.
More than ten people came from the Daoting Division, headed by the highest-ranking chief, as well as deputy chiefs and several officials, including Zhang Lan.
The appearance of Daotingsi means that the matter has been settled.
During these days of guarding the mine, although he did not engage in many direct battles, he used magic to sneak attacks and drew formations to respond to the enemy, which made him physically and mentally exhausted. At this time, when I return home, I am free from worries and can naturally have a good sleep.
Elder Yu nodded, "You have your share too."
Qian Hong couldn't guess it even if he thought hard about it.
After a while, Mo Shan appeared at the intersection holding Mo Hua's little hand.
Mo Hua also saw Zhang Lan and blinked at him, his **** eyes flashing.
“Among them, Mo Shan is the first-class meritorious service, and the spiritual stones and ink paintings are distributed according to the first-class shares. You are also the first-class.”
Mo Hua just stepped in to help.
So much excitement, never once left behind.
After the Qian family left, Elder Yu was discussing matters with the head of the Daoting Division.
But according to the tradition of monster hunters, at best, they can only give Class A shares, and Elder Yu cannot make an exception.
Qian Hong had no choice but to retreat bitterly with his Qian family disciples, but he looked resentful and didn't seem to want to give up.
Whether it is using the fireball technique to repel the Qian family spiritual cultivators, forcing the hidden monks to act, or using formations to help them defend and escape, it is crucial to the situation of this battle.
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Am I also a first-class person?"
In Qian Hong's understanding, a formation master who can draw a first-grade formation, even if his beard and hair are not all white, is already in his middle years, and his cultivation level is at least the ninth level of Qi Refining.
Liu Ruhua quickly put down the dishes in her hands, hurried out of the door, faced Mo Hua, and held Mo Hua tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Liu Ruhua nodded and said, "You are young, so you should eat more."
Elder Yu was somewhat relieved and said nothing more.
The monster hunters were bleeding, injured, and desperate.
In Elder Yu's heart, the achievements of ink painting are far more than first-class.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he said in a clear voice: "Mother is so kind!"
Elder Yu touched Mo Hua's head and said, "Deaths and injuries are inevitable, you don't have to worry about it."
Mo Hua nodded silently.
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Elder, I understand."
He glanced at Elder Yu with a cold look, then passed his gaze from Mo Hua to the other demon hunters, thinking in his mind.
“According to the merit, these spiritual mines will be distributed in four equal shares of A, B, C, and D on a monthly basis to all demon hunters for their cultivation and daily use.”
Mo Hua understood in his heart, but he was still a little sad.
Mo Hua patted the empty storage bag and said, "Everything is eaten!"
After Mo Hua woke up, he rubbed his eyes and realized that it was already dark. Hearing someone talking, Mo Hua walked into the living room and saw Elder Yu and Yu Chengyi discussing something with Mo Shan.
Elder Yu looked at the ink painting and sighed: "Suffering is inevitable. Demon hunters have been through this for so many years, and people always have to look forward."
Mo Hua was a little embarrassed and said with a red face, "Mom, I'm fine."
When Elder Yu saw Mo Hua, he waved to him pleasantly and let him pass.
Who is the formation master among the demon hunters who made him suffer so much?
All the demon hunters present were suspects, but the teenage Mo Hua was the first one he ruled out.
Not to mention whether Qian Hong could guess it, even now that he knew that Mo Hua could draw a first-level formation, it still felt like a dream. If Mo Hua hadn't drawn the formation so many times in front of him, he wouldn't have dared to believe it. .
One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety
Mo Hua moved a small stool to sit on, and Elder Yu said:
"We have finished digging the spirit mine this time, but the spirit stones in the spirit mine are dirty and irregular and cannot be used directly. They need to be delivered to the Daoting Division and exchanged for Daoting's standard spirit stones at a certain ratio. These spirit stones do not have Impurities, refining specifications, can be circulated, and can also be used for cultivation..."
Liu Ruhua then looked at the ink painting carefully and felt relieved when he saw that the ink painting had no injuries on his body and looked good, just a little thinner.
Child Mo Hua, why is it that wherever something happens, you are always there...
Liu Ruhua took some wild fruits and pastries to feed Mo Hua. When he entered the room, he saw Mo Hua sleeping soundly, with bulging cheeks. He didn't know what he was eating in his dream, so he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
After talking with the boss, Elder Yu looked happy, and then asked everyone to go home and rest first, and talk about the rest later.
Mo Shan, who had been left alone, stood there and shook his head helplessly.
Elder Yu said silently in his heart.
Zhang Lan shook his head, a little helpless.
As long as the formation is powerful enough...
Elder Yu nodded and said, "Originally, I should give you more, but after all, your family already has two first-class shares, so it's hard to give you more."
Mo Hua had a delicious meal, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and lay on the bed again and fell asleep.
"Of course the Daoting will take a commission here, and the Daoting Division will also need to draw some spiritual stones for preparation. Even so, what we can get our hands on will be a huge batch of spiritual stones."
Liu Ruhua was clearing the dishes at the door of the restaurant, looking at the intersection from time to time, with an expression of both expectation and anxiety.
Elder Yu said: "We are talking about the spiritual stone."
Liu Ruhua smiled like a flower and led Mo Hua into the restaurant.
Mo Hua understands that the root of all suffering comes from weakness.
Then he felt a little distressed, "You will definitely not be full after staying in there for so long. Have you finished all the things Mom prepared for you?"
She put the wild fruits on the table and tucked Mo Hua into the quilt. She couldn't help but glance at her son a few more times, and then walked away quietly.
No matter his age or level of cultivation, ink painting is not enough to catch his eye.
Mo Hua didn't care too much, he was already very happy with the first-class share.
"Guess, if you can guess this, I swear, I will treat others with courtesy from now on and never curse anyone again in my life!"
If he is strong enough, the Qian family will not be afraid at all. If his formation is strong enough, the Qian family will also be vulnerable.
“Can I listen too?”
Seeing that Qian Hong's eyes were not on Mo Hua, Elder Yu ignored it and let him guess.
Elder Yu said: "Everyone is destined to die. He will die due to birth, old age, illness and death, he will die if he encounters disasters, and he will die when hunting monsters. In comparison, they died guarding the spirit mine, and their families can also receive more compensation. This is already It's the best outcome.”
Mo Hua and Mo Shan went home.
Mo Hua then thought of something again, his face a little lonely, "There must be many people who died this time..."
Mo Hua was a little confused, "Elder, what are you talking about?"
Zhang Lan glanced at it and saw the ink painting again, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
After all, although he hid behind and used spells and drew formations, it was still everyone who fought head-on.
“Yeah, yeah.” Mo Hua agreed.
Liu Ruhua looked at the ink painting carefully again, and then smiled warmly:
“You are hungry, my mother has cooked a lot of delicious food for you.”
Mo Hua's eyes were firm and he said silently in his heart:
“One day, there will be no more bloodshed or casualties among monks in my formation!”
(End of this chapter)
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