Although their voices were low, Mo Hua still heard them.

After the two people left, Mo Hua meditated for a while, and then he started to have a plan in his heart.

He got up and went up to the second floor, found the private room of the monk in blue, and without any pretense, he pushed the door open and entered.

In the private room, the monk in Tsing Yi, who was frowning in deep thought, looked slightly angry when he saw that the room suddenly opened and he was disturbed.

But after seeing Mo Hua's face, he couldn't help but be startled.

"It seems that we... don't know this young master?"

The monk in green said with a serious look.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, you know me now..."

The ink painting was not long-winded and straight to the point, "I would like to ask you to do me a small favor."

The monk in green frowned and asked tentatively: "What are you busy with?"

Mo Hua said slowly: "Take me on the boat. I will go wherever you go tonight."

When the monk in green clothes heard this, his expression changed and he immediately sneered:

"Young Master, please don't joke. Ye's boat is already full and cannot carry the Young Master."

After saying that, he fluttered his sleeves, stood up and left.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Ye Hong!"

The monk in Tsing Yi was stunned, turned to look at Mo Hua, and said solemnly: "Do you know Ye?"

Then he thought about it for a moment and suddenly realized.

If he didn't know himself, he wouldn't have come to his door so openly.

He looked at the ink painting again.

Mo Hua did not wear the sect's Taoist robes, only ordinary clothes. Although his clothes were simple, his face was as handsome as jade, his eyes were as clear as water, and his demeanor was even more unusual. Compared with himself, a person who has been an elder in the clan all year round, his aura was much more impressive.

No more concessions than above.

The monk in green knew that this young man had an unknown origin and was afraid that he would not be offended, so he said:

"It's useless even if the young master knows Ye. The boat is already full and can't carry anyone else. The young master wants to take care of himself. Ye leaves..."

The monk in green bowed his hands perfunctorily, stood up and left.

He didn't look sideways or glance at Mo Hua. He passed by Mo Hua and was about to walk out of the private room when he heard Mo Hua's cold voice saying from behind:

"Your children must all be dead..."

The monk in green clothes was shaken, turned around suddenly, looked at the ink painting with red eyes, and said in a trembling voice:

"You...who are you?"

Mo Hua just said calmly: "Do you want to take revenge?"

The monk in green suppressed his emotions and said calmly:

"Birth, old age, illness and death are the normal conditions of life. Life comes with death, and this is true for everyone in the world. My children are just one step ahead of me..."

Mo Hua said: "Your son died on the Yanshui River. The boat was overturned, his throat was cut, and he was bitten and devoured by the water monster and died..."

"Your daughter died in the sect. She lit a fire and burned herself alive in order to turn into a ghost in pain and despair and take revenge on the person who killed her..."

Every word in the ink painting is like a sharp knife piercing the man's heart.

The man clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh. Finally he sighed and said indifferently:

"Already dead, what's the use of these things? I'm just hanging on for the rest of my life..."

"No," Mo Hua shook his head, looked at the monk in green, and said silently, "You want revenge."

He could sense the deep anger and boundless hatred in the man's soul.

When a person reaches middle age, his children both die.

This unwilling hatred is as red as blood.

The monk in Tsing Yi was exposed by the ink painting, and his long-hidden thoughts were exposed. His expression suddenly changed, and there was even a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

But Mo Hua said calmly: "If you don't believe me, you will never be able to get revenge in your life."

I can't take revenge in my life...

I will never be able to take revenge in my life!!

This sentence seemed to offend the monk in green. He looked sulky, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time surged up in his heart, and he even felt a little out of his mind.

For just a moment, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked at Mo Hua fiercely, as if he regarded Mo Hua as his enemy.

There was no emotion or anger in the ink painting, and the golden sword light flashed slightly in his eyes.

As soon as his eyes touched the sword light, in an instant, the murderous intention and anger that had been suppressed for an unknown amount of time in the monk's eyes suddenly collapsed like an avalanche.

He only felt a tingling sensation in his consciousness and his mind was dizzy.

But Mo Hua's hand was very gentle, and he only clicked to the end. After a while, the man came back to his senses, his anger dissipated, and his mind became clear.

He glanced at Mo Hua with lingering fear, with deep fear in his eyes:

"Who...are you?"

The ink painting looks calm and does not speak.

The man knew in his heart that Mo Hua did not want to reveal his identity for the time being, so he stopped asking.

Then he frowned and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said slowly:

"Okay, as long as I can avenge my wronged children, I can do anything..."
Chapter completed!