"Yan Jiaoxi also told me that if you can catch it, never let it go."

"So," Mo Hua concluded, "In this life, if you don't have fate, that's it. Just concentrate on doing your own thing."

"But if you are really destined, you must seize it, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life if you miss it."

Mo Hua looked serious.

Gu Changhuai looked at the ink painting blankly, and after a moment couldn't help but ask: "How old are you? Why do you have so many messy things in your head?"

Mo Hua said: "I can't help it, I'm born smart, that's how it is."

Gu Changhuai's face darkened, and he said helplessly: "Okay, okay, you go and play, I have something else to do."

After saying that, he lowered his head and read the file again.

"Okay, then I won't disturb you anymore." Mo Hua left with some reluctance.

After Mo Hua left, Gu Changhuai read the file for a while, but couldn't help but recall Mo Hua's words in his mind.

He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and murmured:

"If you can catch it, never let it go..."

…

After leaving Gu Changhuai's study, Mo Hua walked around Gu's house a few more times before planning to return to the sect.

It was the same in previous years. He just had a meal and usually wouldn't stay overnight.

He has enough time to go back now, and after returning to the sect, he can practice the formation for a while in the sea of ​​consciousness.

As for Uncle Gu's marriage, he can only rely on himself and do his best.

The Gu family personally sent a carriage to send Mo Hua back to the sect.

But it happened to be the New Year's Day, and the city of Qingzhou was very crowded with traffic. He had to go outside the city to get on the carriage.

I’m not in a hurry to paint with ink, so I just take advantage of this time to visit the night view of Cheongju City.

At this time, long red lanterns look like dragons, colorful fireworks fill the sky, and in the dark night, thousands of trees are in bloom, which is so beautiful.

Mo Hua walked out of the city while strolling around the night scene.

As he was walking, suddenly a person passed him by.

There were many people on the street, so Mo Hua didn't pay much attention at first, but when the two of them passed each other, a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

There was a hazy moment in front of my eyes, and a black-purple cloud of heavenly cause and effect slowly emerged, weaved and twisted together, ugly and dirty, but soaked with depraved desire, like a filthy heart, and like a rotten "poppy".

Poppies bloom slowly...

It was just like the scene when I first saw Rouge Boat on the bank of Yanshui River that night.

Mo Hua's pupils trembled and he immediately turned around.

And just at this moment, the young master who passed by him seemed to feel something and turned around.
Chapter completed!