Mo Hua's heart was shocked and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Qian Xing discovered the secret of the Qian family ancestor. He didn't want to kill this great-grandson, but was afraid that he would leak the secret, so he simply told him some truth and wanted to train Qian Xing to become the next head of the Qian family.

A Qian family who regards others as pigs, dogs, cattle and horses.

After Qian Xing finished speaking, he suddenly said with a panic expression: "Mo Hua, save me!"

Why is my great-grandfather still pretending to be old?

Why do people have to be sent to feed pigs after killing people?

Why did he warn him not to say it out loud? For a moment, he even had a murderous intent on his great-grandson?

Qian Xing didn't know about these things, didn't dare to ask, let alone inquire about them, but he knew that there must be hidden secrets in it.

He doesn't know, but Mo Hua must know!

Since you know about ink painting, there will definitely be a solution.

He fell in Mo Hua's hands many times, knowing Mo Hua is smart and difficult to deal with. In other words, he will definitely be able to help him!

If the ancestor knew that he would tell these things, he would undoubtedly die!

Even if he doesn't die, the Qian family will never have any other place to live.

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing and suddenly said:

"You pretend you don't know anything."

"Pretty?" Qian Xing was stunned, then he shook his head desperately, "No, I feel guilty, the ancestor will definitely see that I can't hide it from the ancestor!"

Mo Hua said: "Then you don't pretend and you fainted."

"What's the meaning……"

Mo Hua pointed at the Qian family disciples around him, "Don't they fainted?"

Qian Xing was slightly stunned.

Mo Hua continued: "You are here to cause trouble for me. Although you don't know the world is high, it is reasonable; if you are overestimating yourself, it is reasonable; if you are not my opponent, it is reasonable; if I knock you out, you don't know the personnel, so naturally no one will doubt what you said, and no one knows what I know. This is also reasonable..."

Qian Xing pulled the corner of his mouth, "How long will it take?"

"Three or four days, and then when you wake up, you pretend to be crazy and stupid, pretend to be sick again, just keep your door closed and don't go out." Mo Hua advised.

"What's next?" Qian Xing was still worried.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly condensed, "You don't need to think about what happened next, and your ancestor will not cause trouble for you."

Qian Xing didn't understand, "What exactly are you going to do? The ancestor's cultivation is strong, not something you can deal with."

Mo Hua looked at him silently, "Do you want to know?"

Qian Xing was about to nod, then reacted and said in horror:

"Don't tell me! Don't tell me!"

Mo Hua looked at him with relief, "As long as you say nothing, no one knows what you said."

"Okay!" Qian Xing nodded repeatedly.

At this point, he had no other way.

The biggest loss he has ever suffered when he grew up is that he knows what he shouldn't have known.

He doesn't want to take this a second time.

Qian Xing put his head in front of Mo Hua and said with a tough bullet:

"Come on, hit me hard, let me dizzy for a while, I don't want to know anything!"

Mo Hua was not polite either. He raised the thousand-pound stick and knocked Qian Xing on the head with a clang.

Qian Xing fell down swayingly.

Mo Hua made up a few more sticks to make sure he didn't kill him, but it would make him faint for a few more days.

This is also the best way that I have come up with ink painting at present.

Qian Xing cannot be killed. If Qian Xing is killed, it is difficult for Daotingsi to do things, the Qian family is difficult for explanation, and it is easy to alarm the enemy.

It would be even more impossible to let him go back.

His thoughts can't be hidden from the Qian family's ancestor. What he said and what Mo Hua knew, the Qian family's ancestor could easily guess.

I can only knock him out first, and then find a way to deal with the Qian family ancestor in these few days!

Mo Hua set off a fireworks, and after a while, a demon hunter rushed over and saw a bunch of monks from the Qian family pouring down all around, and his expression was stunned.

Mo Hua briefly talked about the situation and asked a few uncles of the demon hunter to send these people back to Qian’s house.

Then he returned to Tongxian City, found Elder Yu, and asked Elder Yu to secretly invite a few people to come over. The situation was urgent and he had something to say.

Elder Yu didn't understand why, but he still followed Mo Hua's instructions and ordered him.

After a while, Zhang Lan of the Dao Tingsi, Yang Jiyong of the Dao Bingsi, and his father Mo Shan met in Elder Yu's living room.

There are not many people, but there are forces from all sides.

Everyone looked at the ink painting, not knowing what the ink painting was about to say.

Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness and saw that there were no other monks around him, so he lowered his voice and said:

"Qian Xing is here to make trouble for me..."

Zhang Lan was startled, "Did you kill him?"

The ink painting is speechless, "No."

Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, "You are so serious, I thought you killed Qian Xing and asked us to give you the aftermath..."

Mo Hua looked complicated, "I'm not such a person either..."

Zhang Lan said silently in his heart, who knows what you can do?

"What's wrong with you making Qian Xing?" Zhang Lan asked again.

"I knocked him out."

"That's it?"

"There are four or five Qian family disciples who were also injured by me." Mo Hua said.

"Are you alone?"

Mo Hua nodded.

Zhang Lan said in surprise: "Are you so powerful now?"

Mo Hua said modestly: "It's okay."

"And what are you asking us for?"

"Qian Xing will probably be dizzy for about three or four days."

Zhang Lan nodded.

"In the past three or four days, we have to find a way to kill the Qian family ancestor!" Mo Hua said loudly.

The living room was quiet for a while.

Everyone looked at each other, for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Lan suspected that there was something wrong with his ear, "You knocked Qian Xing out of nowhere. What does it have to do with you wanting to kill the ancestor of the Qian family?"

Mo Hua said: "The ancestor of Qian family once killed a monk, and then took the monk to the Heishan Village and fed it to the pig in the alchemy room."

Zhang Lan's expression changed drastically, "How do you know?"

"What Qian Xing told me." Mo Hua said.

"Why did he tell you this?"

Zhang Lan found it incredible.

Mo Hua said: "This sounds complicated. Anyway, we can take the initiative in the past few days when he is dizzy. When he wakes up and the ancestor of the Qian family notices it, it will be difficult for us to do it."

Zhang Lan pondered for a moment and glanced at Yang Jiyong, "What do you say about the Taoist Bings Department?"

Yang Jiyong pondered: "I believe the words of Mo Hua, but if you want to mobilize the Taoist soldiers, you still need to prove it."

Mo Shan also frowned and said, "In addition, there is another question. What is the identity of the Qian family's ancestor in Heishan Village?"

Zhang Lan nodded, "I can't figure out his identity, even if we catch him, it's not easy to convict."

"He is the boss of Heishanzhai?"

Elder Yu shook his head and said, "No, the breath is wrong."

"This is strange." Zhang Lan said in confusion, "If the ancestor of the Qian family has really been to the Danfang and had taken the Life Pill, he must be the core member of Heishan Village, and his identity is absolutely extraordinary. But now the four leaders are not him."

Everyone felt suspicious for a moment.

The Qian family ancestor is obviously related to Heishan Village, but no identity can match the Heishan Village.
To be continued...