Asking about longevity

In the next few days, except for eating, Mo Hua locked himself in the house and drew the formation of the open fire array. ♙♦

Five days later, all ten materials for ink painting were used up, but unfortunately only eight paintings were completed. One is careless, and the other is a writing error that I have not noticed before.

The open fire formation is already the simplest and most basic formation in the monastic world, but after Mo Hua has drawn it so many times, he still makes mistakes occasionally, and some of the mistakes are even made before.

"The formation is indeed profound and profound, you can't be careless at all!" Mo Hua secretly warned himself.

Mo Hua took the time to hand over the drawn formation to the fat steward of Youyuanzhai.

The manager was a little more satisfied this time. He thought that Mo Hua...'s brother was diligent and his brushwork was much more proficient than before. He was also willing to continue to cooperate. After giving Mo Hua six spiritual stones, he gave Mo Hua ten more materials.

Mo Hua has already earned twelve spirit stones. At this rate, he can make a fortune a year ago and earn at least six more spirit stones.

Mo Hua painted more carefully, and became more comfortable with the open fire formation. His spiritual consciousness also improved a lot. He was able to draw a complete open fire formation without exhausting his spiritual consciousness, which greatly reduced the time it took Mo Hua to draw the formation.

A few days later, Mo Hua finished dinner and was about to go back to the house when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Mo Shan stood up and opened the door, and found two people standing outside the door.

One of them is a young man, wearing clean and tidy Taoist robes. He appears to be of high cultivation and behaves very politely.

The other person is a middle-aged monk with a few shallow scars on his face. His eyes look calm, but there is sharpness in his eyes. His spiritual power is obviously much stronger. He should be at least a monk at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining. .

"Kid, is there a Brother Mo Shan living here?"

"Are you looking for my dad?" Mo Hua asked, tilting his little head.

The middle-aged monk's eyes became gentle when he looked at Mo Hua, "You must be Mo Hua!"

Mo Shan also came out and said, "Brother Ji!"

The middle-aged monk returned the favor and said, "Brother Mo, I'm sorry for bothering you so late! We, father and son, came from Black Mountain City and traveled all night long, and we arrived at this time."

"Is there a place to stay?"

"Yes, they are brothers from my father's generation. It just so happened that I went to visit and settle down temporarily. I came to you to discuss what you said before..."

"Come in and talk."

Mo Shan welcomed them in. Liu Ruhua cleared the table, made tea and brought it to the table. Mo Shan invited the two of them to sit down. Then he introduced to Mo Hua:

"This is your Uncle Ji, whose name is Qingbai, and the one next to him is your Brother Ji, whose name is the word "ceremony".

Mo Hua saluted solemnly: "Hello, Uncle Ji, hello, Brother Ji!"

Ji Qingbai smiled and nodded. He wanted to praise him a few times, but when he saw Mo Shan, a tall and burly man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and the delicate and well-behaved Mo Shan with fair skin next to him, he said "a tiger father has no dog son", so he didn't praise him. out.

Generally, the father is tall and strong, and the son is also tough-headed, so this sentence is more appropriate.

But he is a monster hunter. He usually only knows how to fight monsters and praise people's children. Basically, the general saying "a tiger father has no dog son" is enough. Now this sentence does not apply. Ji Qingbai was suddenly at a loss for words. .

"This child..." Ji Qingbai hesitated for a while before he thought of a sentence, "He looks so good!"

To avoid making people think he was perfunctory, Ji Qingbai added: "He is handsome, very similar to Brother Mo. His eyebrows are gentle and his temperament is similar to his younger siblings. He is well-educated and sensible. I have never seen such a good-looking child."

Mo Shan didn't think much about it. As long as someone praised Mo's paintings, he would be happy.

Mo Shan said a few polite words, and then said to Mo Hua: "Dad and your Uncle Ji will discuss something. You go back to the house to play first."

"good!"

Mo Hua saluted Ji Qingbai and returned to his room.

Ji Qingbai was probably also a demon hunter. He came to his father to talk about demon hunting.

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Mo Shan is a tall man with a very good talent for body refining. He is at the eighth level of Qi refining. He practices several powerful body refining martial arts such as Golden Claw and Flame Fist. He also has rich experience in hunting monsters. In addition, he is a righteous person, so he is quite famous among the demon refining masters in Tongxian City during the Qi refining period.

"Ji Qingbai came to see dad, probably to discuss hunting monsters in the inner mountains of Daheishan after the new year..."

Uchiyama must be dangerous...

Mo Hua thought for a while and sighed again.

These are not things that I can worry about now. I am only at the second level of Qi refining, and I can't practice physical training and martial arts. I haven't chosen any exercises yet, and I don't know a single spell. I can't help at all.

Just concentrate on drawing the formation.

Mo Hua took out the paper and pen, poured ink into the inkstone, and then concentrated on drawing the formation. He hoped that he could draw a complete open fire formation before falling asleep and entering the sea of ​​consciousness.

Dip the pen in the ink, start and turn, and the light red ink outlines one pattern after another as the tip of the pen moves.

I am already familiar with the open fire formation, and it is almost effortless to draw with ink.

After drawing a few sticks of incense, the fire on the lamp suddenly flickered out, and the room became dark.

The lamp is broken?

Mo Hua stopped writing, took advantage of the light in the hall, picked up the lamp on the table and looked over it, and couldn't help but muttered: "Has it been used for too long?"

There is still a long time before the ion time, and Mo Hua still wants to draw the formation for a while.

How to do it?

Mo Hua grabbed the lamp and walked to the door. Through the crack in the door, he saw Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai still chatting in the hall.

Mo Hua didn't want to disturb Mo Shan at this time. He was just about to retract his head when he heard Mo Shan say: "Hua'er, what's the matter?"

Only then did Mo Hua know that he had been discovered.

Mo Shan was probably at the eighth level of Qi refining, and Uncle Ji was only higher. If he took a look through the crack in the door, of course he couldn't escape their consciousness.

Mo Hua could only say: "Dad, the light is broken."

Mo Shan waved, "Bring it to me and take a look."

Mo Hua handed over the lamp.

Mo Shan took it, twisted it hard, opened the base of the lamp, took a look and said:

"After using it for a long time, the formation inside has faded. Dad will buy you a new one tomorrow. Go to bed early tonight."

"Array?" Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Dad, show me."

Mo Shan was slightly stunned, but still handed the lamp to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took the lamp over and found that the formation on the base looked familiar. It was very similar to the pattern of the open fire formation, but it was obviously cruder and there were only two.

It should be an open flame array created by cutting corners to save costs.

The open fire array, the ink painting is very familiar.

"Dad, wait."

Mo Hua ran back to the house, took a pen and ink, and traced a few strokes on the faded formation on the base. Then he looked at it, changed the place, and drew a few more strokes.

Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai stopped talking and looked at it seriously.

After a while, the ink painting was finished, "Dad, you try again."

Mo Shan took the lamp, screwed the base back on, and then turned the small switch on the lamp. The lamp was lit again, and the room became brighter.

"Okay?" Mo Shan was slightly surprised, then patted Mo Hua's head lovingly, "That's right, take it back. Remember to rest early and don't study too late."

Mo Hua hummed and said, "Dad, Uncle Ji, you continue chatting, I'm going back to the house first." After saying that, he grabbed the lamp and ran back into the house.

Mo Shan said to Ji Sihai: "Sorry, Brother Ji, let's continue talking."

Ji Qingbai didn't seem to hear anything. He stared at Mo Hua's back as he entered the room. He was stunned for a long time before he considered and said, "Mo Hua, this kid, should be at the second level of Qi Refining."