I just wanted to come and chat, make friends, and see if I could make some connections.

He didn't know this little brother, he didn't know his name, what he liked, and he didn't know what to talk about.

He had the desire to make progress, but after taking the first step, he suddenly didn't know how to proceed.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment.

Fan Jin...

He seemed to have some impression of this name.

"Do you know Uncle Gu?" Mo Hua asked him.

Fan Jin was stunned, "Uncle Gu?"

"Gu Changhuai." Mo Hua said.

Fan Jin nodded repeatedly, "I know Gu Changhuai and Gu Diansi. I was temporarily seconded to Qianxue Prefecture. I have always worked with Gu Diansi and received a lot of care from him."

Fan Jin breathed a long sigh of relief.

This relationship was renewed inexplicably, but he never expected that it would be from Gu Diansi, who was always cold-faced and selfless.

Mo Hua also nodded slightly.

He remembered that there was such a Diansi.

At that time, when he told the Demon Sect through the token that "there is a mole, stop the operation," Fan Diansi was acting together with Uncle Gu.

After all, I even saved his life.

"Little brother, are you from the Gu family?" Fan Jin asked in a low voice.

Mo Hua shook his head, "My surname is Mo."

The surname is Mo...

Fan Jin felt a little strange. In his impression, there seemed to be no family named "Mo" near the border of Qianxue State.

However, this also verified his judgment.

"Is this little brother... not a member of a noble family?" Fan Jin asked.

Mo Hua asked him, "How do you know?"

Fan Jin whispered: "Don't be surprised, little brother, I'm not bragging, I'm pretty good at judging people."

He glanced at the ink painting and said, "You have weak blood. When you were young, you must have lacked spiritual nourishment. Your spiritual power is weak and your spiritual roots must be average. This means that you are definitely not from a wealthy family."

"If you can enter the Taixu Sect, you probably have another chance."

"But," Fan Jin shook his head with some emotion, "In the sect, he is probably not taken seriously. He can only run errands with the elders, do odd jobs, and serve tea and water. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be warm and warm until now. Signs of nourishing your natal magic weapon.”

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and nodded: "You're pretty good at reading people."

"Right," Fan Jin sighed, "Speaking of which, we are quite similar. We both come from lower classes. It's quite difficult for us to get ahead and make a career."

Mo Hua asked: "Are you from a small family?"

"That's right," Fan Jin nodded, "The Fan family in Gushan City was a third-grade small family, but that was in the past. Now it has declined. The clan members are scattered. I am almost a lonely person."

"Gushan City?" Mo Hua was startled.

He did not expect that this Fan Jin would be from Gushan City.

"Little brother, do you know Gushan City?" Fan Jin asked.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "I know Master Gu from Gushan Weapon Refining Shop."

Fan Jin was greatly surprised, "Do you still know Master Gu?"

"You also know Master Gu?"

Fan Jin said: "Master Gu and I have had drinks several times and we are quite familiar with each other. I helped get the deed for their weapon refining shop in the early years."

Fan Jin didn't expect that he just struck up a conversation with him just in case, but unexpectedly, he actually developed a friendship. And this friendship grew more and more.

Fan Jin became more familiar and enthusiastic while waiting for Mo Hua.

"When I have time to go to Gushan City, I will treat my little brother well!"

"Okay!" Mo Hua was also very happy.

Fan Jin suddenly remembered something and shook his head, "No, it's better not to go to Gushan City. Wait until one day I can be transferred to Qianxue Prefecture or other surrounding prefectures to serve as a magistrate. Then I will host a banquet for you, little brother. ."

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then his eyes flickered, "Fan Diansi doesn't want to stay in Gushan City?"

"Who wants to stay in that place where birds don't poop?" Fan Jin waved his hands, looking a little disgusted.

But Mo Hua looked deeply and saw something was wrong with his expression.

His expression was one of disgust, but deep in his eyes, there was fear, and even a trace of... deep fear.

fear……

What is he afraid of?

What is there to be afraid of in Gushan City?

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Fan Jin did not want to mention the words "Gushan City" anymore, but changed the topic, looked at Mo Hua, and said worriedly:

"Little brother, as someone who has been through it, I have to give you some advice. If you think it's useful, just listen to it. If you think it's useless, just treat it like I'm talking...just talk nonsense."

"Fan Diansi, please speak." Mo Hua nodded.

Fan Jin said sincerely:

"In the later stage of your foundation building, the next step is to form an elixir. This natal magic weapon... you have to choose carefully. Although you are not valued by the sect and have no family support, you must not be careless."

He originally wanted to use Mo Hua to establish a relationship with the elders of the sect behind him, but he was a warm-hearted person and had become familiar with Mo Hua through chatting. Instead, he forgot about this problem and gave Mo Hua sincere advice.

Although this is recommended, ink painting is actually not necessary.

Fan Jin saw Mo Hua's indifferent expression, thinking that Mo Hua didn't believe him and didn't take his words to heart, so he became a little anxious:

"Really, little brother, I've been here before, I won't lie to you. I just suffered a big loss. At that time, I thought that it would be fine if I could form a pill. If I can make magic weapons, I can make do. But now I can form a pill. , but the magic weapon is not good, and I suffer losses everywhere..."

Mo Hua asked curiously: "Fan Diansi, what is your magic weapon?"

"hammer."

"Your magic weapon is a hammer?"

"yes."

Fan Jin looked troubled.

"Therefore, when it comes to things like natal magic weapons, you must be very careful and choose the most suitable one. You must not try to save trouble."

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

He has been thinking about the issue of magic weapons for a long time. In fact, he doesn't care what Fan Diansi says. What he cares about is actually the matter of Gushan City.

Mo Hua wanted to know what happened in Gushan City that would make this Jindan Diansi feel afraid.

But before he could ask, Elder Xun Zixian called him:

"Mo Hua, come and have tea."

"Oh, okay." Mo Hua quickly agreed.

Fan Jin also followed the call and saw that the person calling Mo Hua was actually an elder from the Taixu Sect. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary appearance and demeanor. He was immediately shocked in his heart.

There is a huge difference in status between the elder of the Eight Gates Golden Elixir in the late stage and the early Golden Elixir Dian Si in this small place. They are really a bit "unattainable".

Fan Jin wanted to try to build some friendship with a stern face, but the gap was too big.

He didn't have the confidence to speak.

Just at this time, a Daotingsi executive came to him and said, "Fan Diansi, Gu Diansi is looking for you. The operation is about to begin."

Fan Jin nodded, "I understand." Then he clasped his fists towards Mo Hua, "We are destined to meet each other. I won't disturb you little brother. Let's talk again next time we have a chance."

Mo Hua also clasped his fists and said: "The demon cultivator is cruel, Fan Diansi be careful."

"Thank you little brother for reminding me."

After Fan Jin finished speaking, he turned around and left, but he still felt it was a pity in his heart. What a great opportunity. If he had stayed a little longer and said a few more words, he might be able to establish friendship with the "big shot" of the Taixu Sect.

.

"What a pity..."

Fan Jin took a few steps and couldn't help but look back.

At this time, Elder Xun Zixian asked Mo Hua to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said warmly: "A Taoist friend of mine gave it to me. It's called Xueshangqing. Try it."

The tea leaves are like snow, the tea water is refreshing, and the tea flavor is fragrant.

Mo Hua picked up the tea cup, took a sip, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, Elder Zixian!"

Fan Jin saw this scene and felt his head buzzing for a moment.
To be continued...