Mo Hua thought about it and nodded, "I drew it!"

Boss Jiang was a little surprised, but more surprised.

"You can draw formations?"

"Um……"

Boss Jiang's expression immediately became gentle and showed a kind smile.

Little monk...

Can draw formations...

That price is not average...

"Put away all the swords and don't disturb the little brother..." Boss Jiang ordered, and then looked at the ink painting, his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze and rain.

"We are serious businessmen. We pass by here, afraid of being robbed and losing both people and money. We are a little too alert. Don't blame me, little brother..."

Mo Hua nodded and said that he didn't mind.

But I curled my lips in my heart.

I am serious businessman, but I have seen him before, who are you lying to...

Boss Jiang invited Mo Hua to sit down, took out some dry food, and invited Mo Hua to eat wild fruits.

I didn't eat the ink painting.

Boss Jiang didn't mind and asked gently: "Little brother, I'm so young that I can draw such a level of formation!"

This level? The level of the warm fire array?

His flattery did not capture Mo Hua's heart, but Mo Hua just said perfunctorily:

"It's normal..."

Boss Jiang asked again: "You little brother, can you draw a first-grade formation?"

Mo Hua nodded, "That's right..."

Boss Jiang was overjoyed when he heard this, "Little brother will definitely have a bright future in the future!"

Then he picked up the wine glass and said sincerely: "I will punish myself for one cup. I will apologize to my little brother for the abrupt and rudeness that I have just made!"

Boss Jiang drank all the wine.

Mo Hua also said generously: "It's okay, I don't care about it."

Boss Jiang said some compliments, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "I don't know where my little brother, my master..."

"My master won't let you say..." Mo Hua said, "But my master is so powerful. You can draw a third-grade formation at will..."

"My master is even better, but I can't tell you..."

Boss Jiang laughed and thought to himself.

Is it a master of the Jindan stage?

A little lower.

If you have talent for formation, your master is inferior to the middle... If you can't extort, you can only sell it in another way...

Boss Jiang had made up his mind, and suddenly slapped his head and said in surprise:

"Your master..."

"On the way I came, I seemed to meet a master who said he was looking for his disciple, saying that his disciple was extremely talented and had profound formations. From this point of view, he imagined it very much with the little brother..."

"This master may be the master of the little brother!"

Mo Hua silently watched him perform, and said with a blank expression:

"Are my senior brother and sister here too?"

Mr. Jiang said: "Yes, there are two disciples around that master, one man and one woman. They are all very handsome, all of whom are among the people..."

Ink painting pretended to be "surprise", and said flat tone:

"Ah, it's great. They are my master, my senior sister, and my senior brother!"

Although Boss Jiang thought Mo Hua's tone was strange, he had a ghost in his heart, and he didn't notice it for a moment, but sighed:

"It's just a pity that they went the wrong way..."

"Wrongly?" Mo Hua said in surprise.

"Well," said Boss Jiang regretfully, "they went towards Qingzhou City and took a long way to go. You are in this mountain, and you may not be able to wait for them."

The expression of the ink painting became lost.

Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting and made a judgment in his heart.

This child looks smart and cautious enough, but after all, he is a child with little experience and involves his own master, so he is confused about his concern.

It's not difficult to cheat with lies...

Mr. Jiang said: "Mr. Ling is a master, and we have a good relationship. Why not do you take you to find your master? This is the right way to go to Qingzhou City..."

"Really?" Mo Hua said expectantly.

"This is natural." Mr. Jiang laughed amiably.

Mo Hua showed surprise, "That's great, thank you all!"

The eyes of the ink painting are clear and clean, and are as agile as a deer.

Boss Jiang felt relieved and said:

"It's late, let's take a break first. I'll take you to find your master tomorrow morning."

"good!"

The ink painting nodded with expectations.

Everyone rested in the ruined temple.

Mo Hua fell asleep quietly, with dark eyelashes and symmetrical breathing, like an ordinary child.

Boss Jiang was far away from him in front of the dilapidated temple gate and whispered to several monks.

"Boss, what are the kids doing?"

"You know the formation, the price is good..."

A monk said, "The spiritual roots are too bad, they are a little useless..."

Mr. Jiang said: "What do you know? Just know a handsome guy to cover up all the ugliness and know the formation. It's not like entering the sect and being picky..."

"Before I came, the sir has calculated that we won't let go of trouble..."

Some people worry.

"It's okay to just do this. One is also sold, two are also sold..." Boss Jiang whispered, "After making this order, it's not easy to make in the future. If you can get more oil and water, just make more..."

"What's more, Qianzhou is so big and its power is complicated."

"The master of the Jindan stage is nothing..."

"If a person is lost, it is like a stone sinking into the sea. You will never find it in your life..."

...

Boss Jiang and the others said in a low voice.

The "sleeping" ink painting quietly opened its eyes and knew about it in my heart.

These monks are "human traffickers"!

It is specialized in "trafficking monks".

He looked kind, but his conscience was very bad!

In places where there are many sects like Ganzhou, most of the people who are abducted are young monks as big as themselves.

Either blackmail or trafficking.

Young monks with good spiritual roots and good talent can earn a large amount of spiritual stones whether they extort or sell them.

There are also some monks who have entered the demonic path and use their flesh, qi sea, spiritual roots, etc. as medicine for alchemy refining.

The Qian family ancestor used human lives to refine the "Shoushenghua Yuan Dan".

A young monk with good talent and pure bloodline is undoubtedly the best "dangui".

If you sell it to the demon cultivator, you can naturally make a lot of money.

After thinking about it, Mo Hua slowly closed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

The barren mountain is late at night, quiet and silent.

Until dawn.

"Little brother, little brother..."
To be continued...