567: Original Intention_3
At that time in South Yue City, Lu Chengyun had done such a thing.
What he wasn’t familiar with was the portrait of the woman, which was obviously more “mature”, and didn’t match his age at all.
“This is…”
Manager Mo, acting like a thief, whispered, “Helping my senior brother find a Dao Companion…”
Mo Hua thought to himself, as expected, and whispered back:
“Such a thing… shouldn’t you let the Instructor pick for himself?”
Manager Mo curled his lips, “Dense as wood, an iron tree that won’t bloom, asking him is pointless…”
He flipped through several portraits, laying them out before Mo Hua, “Help me take a look too…”
“How about this one? A woman of a certain age, yet still charming, enticing in appearance, and reportedly living alone with plenty of Spirit Stones…”
Mo Hua spotted a blind spot:
“These Spirit Stones of hers… how did she come by them?”
Manager Mo was stunned, then slapped his own head, “Right, right, this won’t do…”
“That was close, almost misled by appearances.”
“If I had shown this to my senior brother, he would have been furious…”
Manager Mo then pointed to another one, “This girl isn’t as beautiful, but she comes from a good family background – the daughter of the Song family from a hundred miles away… it’s just, reportedly, she has a terrible temper, which is why she hasn’t married for a hundred years…”
“A bad temper wouldn’t suit the Instructor, right…”
Manager Mo nodded, “Right, if my senior brother really married her, a mismatched personality would probably cause even more trouble…”
He shook his head and continued to mutter:
“This is the daughter of a Sect Elder, could probably help my senior brother if he wants to rebuild the sect…”
“This one… no, too worldly…”
“This one… the portrait is too fake, the artist was probably given a lot of Spirit Stones as a ‘tip’…”
“This one, makeup too heavy, a face painted deathly pale…”
…
Manager Mo ruled out several, finding none suitable, then suddenly his eyes lit up:
“This one’s good! Although she looks ordinary, she has great temperament, and she’s passionate about Formation. She hasn’t married for over a hundred years, quite similar to my senior brother…”
Mo Hua leaned in to take a glance, saw a woman with her hair tied up and plain-faced, without any makeup, not particularly attractive, but her temperament was intelligent – indeed, she seemed to be a good match for the Instructor.
Manager Mo also felt more and more that she was suitable, but after a while, he murmured:
“It’s just that with my senior brother’s stubbornness, her blockheadedness, others might not take to him…”
“What’s wrong with my blockheadedness?”
A cold voice suddenly rang out.
Manager Mo looked up and found Instructor Yan looking at him with an indifferent face.
Finished…
A chill ran down Manager Mo’s spine.
Only then did he realize that while he and Mo Hua had been sneaking around to pick a “Dao Companion” for Instructor Yan, Instructor Yan had been standing right behind them, silently watching…
The criticisms he had spoken were most certainly overheard…
Mo Hua surreptitiously observed the situation, keeping silent.
His Divine Sense was strong, and he actually knew early on that Instructor Yan was coming, but seeing Manager Mo getting too absorbed in the task, with undivided attention, he didn’t have the heart to interrupt…
Instructor Yan’s face looked quite unpleasant.
Noticing the unfavorable situation, Manager Mo stammered:
“I just remembered… I… I still have some matters at the Formation Pavilion, I should head back…”
After saying that, he swiftly fled like the wind.
Mo Hua didn’t even know that the plump Manager Mo had such impressive movement technique…
With Manager Mo gone, Mo Hua also felt it inappropriate to stay, so he got up and bowed respectfully:
“Instructor, I’ll be heading back, I’ll come to visit you another time.”
Instructor Yan nodded, looking at Mo Hua expectantly, but also admonished, “Don’t pick up that fatty’s bad habits…”
The “fatty” Instructor Yan referred to was naturally Manager Mo.
“Yes, Instructor!”
Mo Hua agreed with a mouthful of assurances and then made his escape as well.
After Mo Hua had left, Instructor Yan sighed helplessly and bent down to pick up the scattered portrait papers, collecting them one by one.