Chapter 143: Mr. An (Update 1)

The An family is the second largest family in Tongxian City. The patriarch is An Yonglu, who is also An Xiaopang's father. However, all matters of the family are still decided by Grandpa An, who is in the foundation-building stage.

When several people met Grandpa An, they all bowed. Grandpa An also exchanged a few words.

Grandpa An did not look down on Mo Hua because of his young age. Instead, he was quite polite.

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

Why was he so nice to me when we had never met?

Mo Hua was secretly suspicious.

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

The evil cultivator was indeed a concubine's daughter of the An family.

The woman saw that the evil cultivator was handsome and moved her. She was deceived by his sweet words and decided to spend her life with him. When she found out that something was wrong, it was too late. She had been used as a furnace and was emaciated by the cultivation. She was in a trance all day.

Filled with bitterness and hatred, the woman was determined to commit suicide. Although she was rescued later, she became neither human nor ghost. She lived in panic and suffered...

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

The evil cultivator was very experienced and good at body movements. It was difficult to investigate and even more difficult to track him down.

Mr. An also asked the Situ family, who had some connections with him, and Zhang Lan, the director of the Daoting Division, to help track him down.

Later, on the Dahei Mountain, Zhang Lan was able to catch the evil cultivator with Mo Hua's guidance.

Mr. An was very grateful to Mo Hua.

But Mo Hua still felt that it was wrong. Mr. An was a little too grateful.

At least he should be more grateful to Zhang Lan and Situ Fang. After all, they caught the man, and Mo Hua just helped.

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

For example, what his parents do, what he wants to do in the future, whether he has learned the formation, etc.

Old Master An must not be offended.

Mo Hua was polite and answered some irrelevant questions seriously.

Old Master An continued to ask.

Mo Hua innocently talked about everything, and said a lot of nonsense. He looked serious, but what he said was all perfunctory.

He couldn't make it up, so he smiled and said he didn't remember.

Anyway, he was still a child, so there was nothing wrong with saying that.

Old Master An asked questions for a while, but he didn't ask a useful question. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

If the younger disciples of the An family could have such a mind, he would save a lot of worries.

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

There were both men and women, mostly women, all about the same age as Mo Hua, with good looks and formal clothes.

Mo Hua took a look and saw An Xiaopang among them.

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

It was hard not to see him standing out from the crowd...

But An Xiaopang didn't seem happy. He stood among a group of disciples, looking a little depressed, with his head down.

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

Old Master An said: "Zhang Diansi and I still have some things to discuss. If you don't mind, Brother Mo, you can go to the back to visit the garden of my An family. There are clusters of flowers and beautiful scenery."

"All these disciples in the clan can accompany you." Old Master An pointed to the group of disciples, especially the beautiful female disciples in front.

Mo Hua was 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 watched the fun without thinking it was a big deal. He drank tea calmly, but secretly raised his eyebrows at Mo Hua with gloating.

Mr. An spent so much time trying to get Mo Hua to marry into his family.

He just found some other children of the An family to mix in in order not to make it so obvious.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart and was too lazy to be perfunctory with Mr. An.

He was already polite enough for wasting time saying those polite words just now.

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

Grandpa An looked a little disappointed, but he didn't try to persuade him to stay. He just said:

"Little brother, please do as you please. No need to be polite."

Mo Hua stood up and was about to leave. When he turned around, he saw An Xiaopang, who looked lonely. He hesitated a little, and then sighed in his heart.

"Young Master An?"

Grandpa An's eyes lit up, "Little brother, do you know Xiaofu?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Young Master An and I are from the same school. We have some friendship. Young Master An has helped me."

An Xiaopang was stunned.

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

Why can't he remember...

Grandpa An's eyes lit up even more, and he looked at An Xiaopang with a little more approval.

"Since we are fellow disciples, then Xiaofu, you can take Brother Mo for a walk."

Everyone in the room looked at An Xiaopang.

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

An Xiaopang took Mo Hua out of the living room.

After that, he was relieved, and the whole person was like a deflated ball, wilting again.

It looked a little pitiful and a little funny.

Mo Hua couldn't help asking, "Are you afraid of your grandpa?"

An Xiaopang nodded, "Yes. Not only my grandpa, I am also afraid of my father, and other uncles."

"Will they beat you?"

An Xiaopang shook his head.

"Will you scold you?" "My dad will, but my grandfather won't, other uncle uncle generally can't. Oh, my father will beat me ..." Mo Hua wondered: "What are you afraid of them?" An Xiaofei did not answer, but his expression lost, "Isn't it any place?" : "It's a little bit." An Xiaofei was even more frustrated. "My father is the patriarch. According to the reason, I will also be the head of the family in the future, but I have no ability, I can't be the patriarch ..." "Are you unhappy because of this?" Gradually, he wouldn't even look at me with Zhengye ... "An Xiaofei said smaller and smaller, and finally hear. "Didn't you know about this before?"

In Mo Hua's impression, An Xiaopang was still the carefree, somewhat temperamental, but kind-hearted little fat boy.

Now he has become worried.

"I didn't know before because I didn't notice it. But then one day, I suddenly found that my grandfather's eyes were no longer concerned about me, but indifferent and disappointed. I looked at my father and my uncles and uncles, and they were actually the same, with only disappointment in their eyes..."

"Maybe they have been disappointed in me for a long time, but I just didn't notice it."

An Xiaopang's eyes were deeply disappointed.

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

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

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