Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Interlaced like mountains.

Shui Xin decided not to despise Hu Qing's shortcomings in Buddha nature anymore, because he felt the crush from the refining industry.

Let each other respect each other.

He pressed his head. He felt uncomfortable after wearing the headgear for too long, so he resolutely said goodbye: "I have to go to deliver retribution."

Hu Qing said: "Let's go, you should be busy with your career."

Ask: "Do you have any money?"

Shui Xin was moved: "It's better to be my sister. If you agree, let me bring my good nephew."

Hu Qing: "...you can ask him."

Of course Hu Huahua refused, following her mother is happiness, following a monk?suffer.

Shui Xin is helpless, children are not easy to cheat.

Hu Qing asked him: "Why did you go these days?"

Shui Xin laughed: "Some unspoken transactions."

Hu lightly stopped asking: "Come home when you have time."

Shui Xin said: "When I have news about the spiritual fire, don't use fire indiscriminately."

Hu Qing said he knew.

Shui Xin calls for Hu Zhuzhu, but Hu Zhuzhu is unwilling.

Hu Huahua pushed him away: "When it's time to go back, I will naturally go back. You haven't grown a single thunder feather, so follow him and practice hard."

Shui Xin: "It's impolite, who is he? Uncle."

Hu Huahua glanced at Hu Qing and called out to her uncle.

Shui Xin: "Oh, I really miss you—you guys."

Hu Qing rolled her eyes, but she didn't have to take me along.

After sending each other to the city gate, Shui Xin waved his hand and left gracefully, taking Hu Zhuzhu, the dumb bird, with him.

Hu Qing watched their backs disappear and stood for a long time, then said to Hu Huahua, "Hu Zhuzhu is pitiful, she's going to be a vegetarian again."

Hu Huahua said: "Mom, don't pity him, he will catch and eat himself. Mom, when I grow up, let's go to Yunjingtian together."

"Okay." Hu Qing responded, and then asked, "How old are you when you grow up?"

"Uh, one hundred years? Five hundred years? Or one thousand years?" Hu Huahua herself was not sure.

Hu Qing was expressionless: "Is there such a difference? Is there any standard for growing up?"

Hu Huahua scratched her ears: "Grow into a big man."

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Since he was one year old, he doesn't seem to have grown at all.

Calcium supplement?

When Hu Qing returned home, Hu Zhuo ran over: "Sister, just now Steward Jiang from Baicao Pavilion came to see you, but he left behind you."

Hu Qing was surprised, Jiang Guanshi came to find her?Wouldn't it be enough to send out a paper crane?Why did you come to the door in person?Is there something important?
Hu Zhuo: "He didn't say anything. But I saw that he was very anxious and worried."

Hu Qing thought for a while, what if he is not there to find Baicao Pavilion?Then he sent out the paper cranes.

Zhihe didn't come back for a while, Hu Qing waited patiently until Zhihe and Jiang Guanshi came together.

"Sister, I'm begging you with an old face." Guanshi Jiang wiped the sweat from his brow before entering the gate and spoke first.

Hu Qing was surprised, begging himself?

"What's the matter? Do you need some special magic weapon? Or do you want me to help you pick some medicine? Or is there a lack of spirit stones?"

While talking, Hu Qing led him to the living room behind the screen wall, and signaled Hu Zhuo to pour water.

Jiang Guanshi smiled wryly: "Neither. The old brother is begging for favors from you."

He took the tea in Hu Zhuo's hand, nodded to him, raised his head and gulped it down, and swallowed the tea leaves in it.

Hu Qing was even more surprised, human favor?Suddenly.

"Baicao Pavilion and Chao Huazong have a mess?"

Steward Jiang smiled wryly: "If it's business, it's not for me, a little steward, to worry about it. It's my useless young son."

Hu lightly let out a sigh, confused.

Guanshi Jiang's youngest son, could it be the one born ten years ago?Or did it happen again?It's a child.

Jiang Guanshi: "My youngest son was extremely naughty. He ran to Qianji Pavilion and was detained."

Hu Qing was dumbfounded: "A child, Qianji Pavilion—isn't it? I, I and Qianji Pavilion—might as well be familiar with Baicao Pavilion."

Seeing him staring anxiously, she hurriedly poured water for him: "Don't worry, speak slowly, I will definitely help if I can."

"Oh, that's what happened." Jiang Guanshi fumbled his hands on the table anxiously: "A branch of Qianji Pavilion has come to Baopingfang, you know this?"

Hu lightly said: "Yes, there is such a thing."

Steward Jiang patted the table, ouch: "The branch master inside is a ghost cultivator."

Hu Qing blinked: "Ah."

Jiang Guanshi: "Ghost cultivator, how many people have never seen it. So many people are curious to see it."

"Oh." Hu Qing nodded, understanding, she said: "Children are afraid of bumping into ghosts, so you haven't taken good care of them."

Steward Jiang's face turned pale, and he looked angry.

"There is also the matter of neighbors here. There are bad neighbors in the family. The family is unlucky. The family is unlucky. To make a long story short, in short, my child was abducted and taken away. The unlucky one happened to encounter a fight in Qianji Pavilion and was detained."

Hu Qing frowned: "A child—the dignified pavilion master can't get along with a child?"

"Ghost Xiu, ghost Xiu! Ghost Xiu's mind is hard to guess. You said my youngest son is only five years old, what can he understand? Even if he makes trouble, what can he do? It's just being implicated."

Ah, five years old.

Hu Qing said: "Old Jiang, you have added a baby again, why didn't you hear what you said? You are too polite, the first full moon or something, with our friendship, we must add a gift."

Although these words were out of place, she couldn't help it, Old Jiang's physical strength—as expected Jiang is old and spicy, and he has grown his family without knowing it.

Jiang Guanshi: "Ahem, there are too many children, so don't pay attention to this—you don't know, it's difficult to support a family with many children, these mouths waiting to be fed—"

He couldn't help but say something sad.

Hu Qing said in his heart, I understand, I understand too much.

Jiang Guanshi sighed, and said in a hurry: "The Qianji Pavilion is closed right now, and no one knows what's going on inside. It's a ghost cultivator, and ghosts' minds are unpredictable. My son is only five years old—Hu Qing, Can you get in touch with the people of Chaohuazong. Chaohuazong has a lot of face, I don't ask for my son to come back, I just ask for a chance to explain, or what conditions and requirements does the branch master have? He has to tell the adults, right? What does the child know?"

Hu Qing: "Yes, yes, Old Jiang, you didn't hide anything else from me, did you?"

"What am I hiding from you. I don't know anything about this. My son is Tao, but he is not bad, and he doesn't have the guts. I just ask for a word, what is going on? We should apologize and compensate. compensation."

Steward Jiang was in a hurry: "My old brother has some connections with Chao Huazong these years, but it's all related to the outer sect. I've searched for it, and the mission hall and the guards have also gone, but Qianji Pavilion doesn't care at all. I thought, maybe the weight is not enough. Sister, brother is your only hope."

When Hu Qing heard it, he felt that something was wrong: "You don't even give face to the Chaohuazong Mission Hall and the guards? Qianji Pavilion is still closed? How is it closed? How did things get so big? Who is causing trouble inside?"

She took the messenger jade in her hand: "I'll ask right now, and you have to explain it to me."