After letting go of her worries and worries, Yu'er's smile became purer and she could really have fun.

With a candied haws in her mouth, Yu'er ran around the streets and alleys of Qingzhou City, looking at lanterns, sideshows, and staring at several cats and dogs without blinking.

Mo Hua followed Yu'er, looking pleased. But Yu'er's words still stayed in his heart.

"Three 'Yu'ers', one in the mountains, one in the water, and one himself, watched him silently..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the nightmare that Yu'er told him a long time ago:

"There were many mountains in the dream, and there were many monsters and bloody..."

"What a rabbit, what a cry, what a mountain, a river, a person..."

"Many people will die, their blood will flow into the river, their bones will be paved into tall buildings, and their flesh will be forged into cities, all connected together..."

"Because of Yu'er, everyone will die..."

He remained calm and meditated silently.

The opportunity to enter the Qianxue Prefecture and enter the Taixu Sect is "Yu'er".

Mr. Tu wants to capture Yu'er, the demons of the wilderness invade Yu'er's nightmare, and the mark of Yu'er is clearly visible on the power of the evil god of the wilderness...

All this shows that there must be some kind of relationship between Yu'er and the Great Wild Evil God.

"The rabbit cried..."

Mo Hua thought hard for a long time, turned his head and looked at the innocent Yu'er, and was suddenly startled, "What this kid can't say is... a cunning rabbit with three burrows..."

Cunning Rabbit has three caves, one mountain, one water, and one person?

besides……

"Many people will die, their blood will flow into the river, their bones will be paved into tall buildings, and their human flesh will be built into cities..."

This sentence made Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the numerous white bone evil formations that were spread around the Demon Sect in the blood swamp of Yanluo Mountain, devouring flesh and blood and converting them into deathly evil power that was transmitted to the earth's veins.

All the scenes he saw seemed to be secretly consistent with Yu'er's nightmare.

The pupils are shrunk in the ink painting.

He just felt that he seemed to have caught something...

…

After shopping, it was getting late, lanterns were hung high, and fireworks filled the sky.

Mo Hua took Yu'er's hand and returned to Gu's house under the illumination of colorful fireworks.

Half an hour later, the Gu family's annual banquet also started.

This year's ceremony was even bigger than last year, and there were more guests than last year. The entire hall looked more lively than in previous years.

The seats of all guests are arranged from the high platform to the bottom according to their proximity, their level of cultivation, and their status.

Mo Hua was sitting on the high platform, only one seat lower than the head of the family.

Unknowingly, he had changed from a "regular visitor" to a "distinguished guest" at the Gu family's annual banquet.

This is not only because of Mr. Xun's face, but also because he has the status of the "leader of the formation" who controls thousands of sects in Qianxue State.

Wen Renwan and Yu'er were sitting elsewhere. Although the seats were not low, they did not sit at the same table as him like in previous years.

Mo Hua is a little confused.

It wasn't until the banquet started, when familiar family elders or sect monks came up to him one after another, holding wine glasses and toasting to him, that Mo Hua understood why.

He was here to "entertain" this meal, and he couldn't just eat and drink on his own as usual.

You can't eat enough for one person without caring about anything else.

Because people frequently came to toast, it was not convenient for Yu'er and Wen Renwan to sit with him.

Mo Hua sighed.

Sure enough, people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong.

There will come a day when I will be tired of fame.

Of course, this kind of good thing would be a wish for others, and there is nothing to be pretentious about ink painting.

Although he was a little uncomfortable, he did not refuse anyone who came.

The main reason why monks from these aristocratic families and sects came in droves to attend the Gu family's annual banquet was probably to make friends with the "formation leader" of the Qianxue State.

But since these people can attend the Gu family's annual banquet, it means that they have good relations with the Gu family.

Mo Hua has received a lot of care from the Gu family, and now that he has a bit of a reputation, it is natural for him to stand up for the Gu family and support their appearance.

Anyway, it was just a drink and some polite words, which was not difficult at all. On the contrary, he could make more monks.

A "glass of wine" acquaintance can also be regarded as friendship.

Gu Shouyan, who was sitting in the upper seat, was originally worried, fearing that Mo Hua would resist this kind of social interaction between aristocratic families.

He didn't want to do these worldly things.

But he is the head of the family, and interactions between aristocratic families are inevitable.

No matter how upright the family is, it is impossible to have a true "gentleman's friendship" that is as light as water. It all depends on connections and interests.

Fortunately, Mo Hua is young and has a broad mind and doesn't care so much.

Gu Shouyan was secretly grateful.

In this way, people were drinking and drinking, and Mo Hua didn't know who he was clinking glasses with.

Fortunately, the Gu family knew his "taste" and prepared fruit wine for him. His cheeks were red from drinking, but his drunkenness was not obvious.

Gu Shouyan was afraid that he would really get him drunk, so he would not let anyone come to toast him again.

Mo Hua now had some free time to deal with the delicacies on the table.

After eating for a while, there was a sudden noise. Mo Hua looked up and saw a group of people approaching, surrounded by a man wearing a white Taoist robe with gold and jade patterns.

This man is tall and straight, with a majestic face, and the aura around him is as deep as the mountains and deep mountains.

It was the person who had met Mo Hua several times, the Taoist Inspector of the Yuhua Realm who was born in the Xia family - Inspector Xia.

Gu Shouyan, the head of the Gu family, stood up to greet him.

"Inspection in the summer has failed and we are far away."

Supervisor Xia didn't show any airs, and spoke in a very gentle tone, "I'm busy with business, so I'm late. Don't blame me, Master."

"Inspector, please take a seat." Gu Shouyan said with cupped hands.

Inspector Xia walked up to the high platform and sat on an equal footing with the head of the Gu family. He happened to be sitting next to Mo Hua.

Only then did Mo Hua know who the empty space on his upper left was for.

"It turned out to be Inspector Xia..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

But he doesn't care. Things like seating have nothing to do with him. He has already "entertained" once, and now he only needs to be responsible for eating and filling his stomach.

Furthermore, he was not familiar with Supervisor Xia, so there was no need to talk to him.

It's impossible for him, the dignified Supervisor Xia, to come and toast to him in person.

Mo Hua began to immerse himself in dealing with a very big crab on the table, with as much meat on its tongs as a steamed bun.

But before he finished even one crab, a strange but familiar voice sounded in his ears:

"Little brother."

Mo Hua turned his head and saw Inspector Xia holding a cup, looking at him with majesty but also a bit of kindness.

Mo Hua was stunned.

Inspector Xia was sitting in his seat, holding a cup and making no other movements.

After a while, Mo Hua understood. He picked up the cup and said to Supervisor Xia: "Supervisor Xia, I want to toast you."

After all, Supervisor Xia is an emerging supervisor, a Supervisor of the Daoting.

Even if he holds the cup first, he cannot be allowed to toast first.

This ink painting is still clear.

Inspector Xia was quite satisfied with Mo Hua's agility. He drank the wine in his glass and said slowly:

"Speaking of which, my little brother and I have some sort of fate."

"Yes."

"I wonder, little brother, what are your plans next?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Supervision means..."

Inspector Xia put down his wine glass and kept his lips still, but his voice came out:

"Preaching in the Qianxue Sect lasts for nine years. After two years, you will graduate. After that, do you plan to stay in Taixu Sect, teach in the inner sect and become an elder, or do you want to try your luck in the outside world?"
To be continued...