Asking about longevity

There was silence in the preaching room, and then there was an uproar in the whole house.

"Ink Painting Sect?"

"Why let him teach?"

"..."

Mr. Xun's face darkened and his eyes swept away.

The disciples were so intimidated by Mr. Xun's majesty that they immediately calmed down and did not dare to whisper anymore.

Mo Hua whispered: "Old sir, it's not appropriate for me to teach you..."

Mr. Xun said calmly: "It's very suitable."

For a formation master who has a solid foundation and can accurately draw second-level mid-level formations, what is inappropriate about teaching a few first-level formations?

"But……"

Mo Hua hesitated.

Mr. Xun gave Mo a meaningful look and said, "Teach me well."

Mo Hua was stunned.

He felt that Mr. Xun's words seemed to have a profound meaning, but for a while, he couldn't think of any reason...

Seeing that Mr. Xun couldn't refuse, Mo Hua could only say:

"Okay, sir."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, handed a few handouts to Mo Hua, and ordered:

"Just teach these two pairs, just teach them boldly, don't worry."

After Mr. Xun finished speaking, he stood up and left, his footsteps both virtual and solid, towards the back mountain.

In the preaching room, there were ink paintings left and a group of disciples looking at each other.

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, but remembering Mr. Xun's instructions, he bit the bullet and opened the handout. But before he could say anything, a big man stood up.

This big man's surname is Cheng Mo. He is a self-cultivation practitioner and is tall. Although his name is Cheng Mo, he is usually a talkative person.

When Cheng Mo saw Mr. Xun walking away, he plucked up the courage and said a little dissatisfied:

"Mo Hua, although we have a good relationship, I'm not convinced if you come to teach me the formation!"

I, Cheng Mo, also want to save face!

He added silently in his mind.

The other disciples also nodded.

They are all "the proud sons of heaven" in their respective families. When they arrive at Taixu Sect, they are surrounded by the proud ones, so they are somewhat restrained, but they are all arrogant in their hearts.

Elders and teachers can preach and teach.

But ordinary disciples are not qualified to teach them.

Even if Mo Hua is usually popular, they have no bad feelings towards Mo Hua, but when it comes to something like "master-disciple" preaching, they can't have no grudges, and they must have an explanation.

Mo Hua sighed.

He wanted to keep a low profile, practice silently, and learn formations.

But Mr. Xun didn't know why, at this time, he was allowed to be in the limelight.

But no matter what, now that things are coming, Mo Hua won't be afraid.

In terms of formation, he has never been afraid of anyone!

Especially these little monks of the same age!

Mo Hua's eyebrows couldn't help but have a hint of disdain like Mr. Zhuang's.

"Then tell me, how do you qualify?"

Cheng Mo's eyes narrowed, "Let's compare!"

Mo Hua looked at him silently, "You?"

Cheng Mo felt a little guilty when he saw Mo Hua's clear and slightly sharp gaze.

"me……"

He is fairly familiar with Mo Hua, and he probably knows Mo Hua's formation strength. Although he doesn't know exactly how high it is, it is definitely much better than him.

He was angry for a moment, and when his head became hot, he stood up.

But if you really want to compare formation techniques with Mo Hua, you are a bit overestimating your abilities.

In the sect, his formations were not only at the bottom, but also among the least.

He competed with Mo Hua in formations, just like Mo Hua competed with him in physical training...

At this time, another disciple stood up and said, "Since you want to teach us, you naturally want to compete with all of us!"

After saying that, he felt a little guilty.

With the enemy outnumbered, even if they win, they will still be defeated by force.

But Mo Hua said casually: "Okay, you guys come together."

There was silence in the preaching room for a moment.

All the disciples looked stunned. They didn't expect that Mo Hua, who was usually gentle, could say such "arrogant" words!

The crowd was instantly outraged.

"good!"

"Let's compete together and discuss the formations!"

"Xiao Xiao Mo Hua, I'll let you know what it means to have a heaven outside the sky!"

"After you lose, you have to call us 'brother'!"

"What 'brother'? You have to call me senior brother!"

"By the way, you have to call us Big! Master! Brother!"

…

Mo Hua curled his lips, it was not certain who would call whom "senior brother".

Array discussions generally have their own rules and regulations.

Mo Hua did not participate much in this serious formation competition. He only tried his skills briefly when he was in the Five Elements Sect.

Although the form is complex, there are many tricks.

But in the final analysis, it is nothing more than comparing who can draw faster, who can draw better, who can draw harder.

The competition at this time is similar.

And because we were in the preaching room, we had to attend classes, and the time was limited, so we could only compete briefly, so we had to make it simpler and just decide the winner.

Compete with who can draw faster first.

But at this first step, the disciples froze.

They have all seen before, how fast the ink painting formation is.

The flowing clouds and flowing water are dizzying, and those little hands are drawing lines and inks so fast that they are almost doubled...

However, the loser does not lose the formation!

Even if you lose in the end, you can't lose your momentum!

If you don't give it a try, the outcome is still uncertain.

Several disciples who thought that their formation speed was quite good came up with "generous" expressions and competed with Mo Hua on who could draw faster on the huge formation plate in front of the lecture...

Then the whole army was wiped out.

They were less than halfway through the painting, but they had already finished the ink painting, and even had some leftover energy left. It seemed that to take care of their face, they deliberately slowed down a bit...

Several disciples looked ashen and felt ashamed.

Then compare who can draw better.

In the same formation, whoever draws more accurately, has more graceful handwriting, and has deeper skills will win.

The disciples here have all learned formations, drawn formation patterns, and have some basic skills. The pros and cons can be seen at a glance.

Several other disciples walked up confidently.

They also received the true inheritance of their family's formations. The formations they drew on the formation plate were all neat and beautiful. After finishing the drawings, they were all somewhat complacent.

Just turning his head and looking at Mo Huahua's formation, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

The formation patterns are neat and precise, as if they were rubbed directly from the formation book.

Not only that, but the handwriting is as powerful as silver hooks and iron paintings.

This is an earth element formation.

The ink painting also communicates a little bit of the earth's Tao Yun, so the whole formation still has a broad and deep charm.

Both physical and spiritual.

The neatness of the "form" can be achieved if you work hard, but the charm of the "spirit" cannot be simply drawn.

Needless to say, they knew that they lost.

The last thing is to compare who can draw more difficultly.

A disciple from an aristocratic family walked up. He was dressed in white and had a handsome appearance. Mo Hua remembered that this disciple was a direct descendant of the Qianzhou Wen family and his name was Wenxuan.

Wenxuan looked calm, dipped his pen in ink, and drew a second-grade and eleven-line formation.

Mo Hua was a little surprised and at the same time sighed in his heart.

The children of the aristocratic family are indeed extraordinary. In the early stage of foundation building, there are actually geniuses who can draw the second-grade eleven pattern formation.

It is really rare and valuable...

Mo Hua nodded.

Since he is a genius, he must be well "cared for" and encouraged well.

Let them see a little gap and have the motivation to catch up.

But they can't let them see too big a gap, so that they feel despair and lose the confidence to pursue the avenue of formation.

Mo Hua considered it "with good intentions".

Then he thought about it, and then he randomly picked a second-grade and twelve-line formation, slowed down, looked solemn, and drew it "with all his strength."

Wenxuan's face turned pale after seeing this, and he lost his voice:

"Twelve lines..."

He looked at the formation, then at the ink painting, cupped his hands and said, "I admit defeat."

But the eyes looking at Mo Hua were bright and clear.

There was a burning fighting spirit in his eyes, and he seemed to regard Mo Hua as his lifelong "rival".

Mo Hua nodded "pleasedly".

At this point, the competition is mostly over.

All the disciples were silent.

You don't know if you don't compete, but you know after actually competing that they really can't beat Mo Hua in terms of formation...

Those who are not specialized in formations and do not have a deep understanding of formations will only think that the competition is very fast.

A group of disciples went up to draw a formation and then came down. Some of them knew they had lost before they even finished drawing.

The faster you go up, the faster you come down, which means you lose faster.

Only those who are truly proficient in formations know that the gap is really huge...

They vaguely felt that there was a deep gap built by formations between themselves and Mo Hua.

This gap seems to be right in front of us, but it seems impossible to cross it.

Even without paying attention, he fell into the ditch and drowned...

The always easy-going ink paintings seemed "unfathomable" in their eyes for the first time...

But the ink painting only feels that the meaning is not yet exhausted.

He hasn't made any moves yet.

When no one spoke, Mo Hua looked around and asked curiously:

"Anymore?"

All the disciples were suffocated, and then looked at the ink paintings with a slightly "humiliating" expression, feeling ashamed and ashamed.

It seems that Mo Hua is a very hateful but invincible "little devil".

At this time, another disciple with a square face and serious expression, who seemed to be displeased with the "evil behavior" of Mo Hua, stood up.

"I come!"

Mo Hua saw that he looked familiar, but he didn't know his name.

The disciple said: "My surname is Zheng, my given name is Fang, I am from Zhenzhou, and I am a descendant of the Zheng family."

"Zheng Fang?"

Mo Hua remembered it and asked, "What are you competing for?"

Zheng Fang shook his head, "I think I'm not as good as you when it comes to formations, but I'm not convinced if you teach me, so I want to give you a test."

"Test me?"

"That's right." Zheng Fang nodded, "My Zheng family has a secret formation. I'll draw it for you. You must draw it within an hour."

"If you draw it, I will admit that you have extraordinary comprehension and profound understanding of formations, and you are qualified to teach us!"

"The test is your understanding!"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, looking stunned and a little unbelievable.

Test me like this?

Is there such a good thing? !

You silly boy, are you testing me, or are you giving me the formation passed down from my family?

Mo Hua's eyes were bright, but he tried his best to make himself look less happy. With a straight face, he said seriously:

"Yes, you want to test me!"

"good!"

Zheng Fang said with a serious face, then walked to the array and said in a bad tone:

"Although this formation is only a first-grade and entry-level formation, it is a formation unique to my Zheng family. I won't tell you its name, and I will only draw it once. If you can't learn it, just admit defeat! "

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua was full of expectations and nodded repeatedly.

Zheng Fang began to write.

With just the first stroke, the ink painting is astonishing.

Thunder streak!

"This is...Thunder Mark?"

The... thunder pattern in the Bagua formation? !

The Zheng family's unique formation turned out to be...a rare Bagua Thunder formation? !

Mo Hua was surprised.

Other well-informed disciples were also surprised and said:

"Is this a thunder formation?"

"It's hard to learn..."

"No matter how good his understanding of ink painting is, he can't learn it in an hour..."

"That's right."

"However, isn't this a bit shameless..."

"It seems that it is a bit overwhelming..."

"How could it be? He is the one who boasts that he wants to teach us the formation!"

"But... Speaking of which, Mr. Xun asked him to teach him. He can't disobey Mr. Xun..."

"If you say so..."

"That seems to be the truth..."

"It's not the fault of Mo Hua..."

"I'm convinced, which side are you on? Do you have any principles? Do you have any stance?!"

…

The disciples talked a lot.

The ink painting is concentrated, and the consciousness is running rapidly. In the sea of ​​consciousness, he is calculating the trajectory of the formation drawn by Zheng Fang.

Every time Zheng Fang drew a formation pattern, it was disassembled and calculated by the ink painting with his spiritual consciousness, thus manifesting into a more essential spiritual power trajectory.

This formation, stroke by stroke, was gradually reconstructed and became clearer in his sea of ​​consciousness...

And bit by bit, they formed the entire formation.

Mo Hua frowned.

This is a very special thunder array...

The trajectory of the spiritual power is gentle, and it does not seem to be used for killing...

Moreover, the shape of the formation pattern is a bit different, and it is more or less different from the thunder patterns that Mo Hua had learned before.

Array pivot structure...

The ink painting feels familiar, but after careful consideration, I feel that I have never seen it before...

This is really just a basic formation of the first grade and nine patterns, but the logic of the formation is unfamiliar.

From the formation diagram and the ink painting alone, it is not possible to tell what the purpose of this formation is, let alone other related principles of the formation.

I don’t know the name of the formation, I don’t know its purpose...

A kind of nameless thunder array...

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

No wonder Zheng Fang would take it out for himself to learn. Even if he learned it, he would not know the mystery and specific functions of this formation.

Learning is in vain.

Mo Hua also remembered that Zheng Fang said that this was the "entry" formation of the Zheng family.

Does that mean that this formation is just the foundation?

The real core is the other formations derived from this thunder formation?

Mo Hua silently glanced at Zheng Fang, secretly labeling him a "treasure boy" in his mind.

As for this first-grade nameless thunder formation, although it is unfamiliar, I don’t know the inside story.

But with Mo Hua's own formation experience and understanding, it's actually not difficult to learn.

What's more, he can also make calculations.

So when Zheng Fang finished drawing the formation, turned his head and looked at the ink painting confidently, the ink painting picked up the pen, dipped in ink, and touched the formation plate like a dragonfly touching water. He calmly looked at it once, but he had already calculated it. A thorough formation was drawn.

Zheng Fang's confident expression froze on his face, and he looked at the ink painting as if he were looking at a little monster.

"Have you...learned it before?"

Mo Hua said truthfully:

"I just learned..."

Zheng Fang opened his mouth, and finally walked away with a helpless and dejected expression.

Mo Hua opened up a new way of thinking, looked at the crowd of disciples, and asked expectantly:

"Does anyone else want to test me?"

It would be best to test me with a more difficult, rare, formation that I have never learned before!

Mo Hua expected in his heart.

But no one answered.

Mo Hua asked again, but still no one spoke.

Mo Hua regretted it a little.

If he had known better, he should have pretended again.

Pretending that I had "worked hard" and "struggled with all my strength" and meditated hard, I finally managed to draw this thunder formation...

Only in this way can we "fish" and learn more formations.

Miscalculated...

Too sloppy...

After all, my experience in cultivating Taoism is still shallow. I must pay more attention to it in the future...

Mo Hua warned himself, and then asked again, just in case:

"Anymore……"

Still no one answered.

Mo Hua sighed, and then he could only say:

"Then I'll teach you..."

The disciples present were startled, and then they all felt dissatisfied and their faces turned slightly red.

But things have come to this, and there is nothing they can do. In the end, they can only lower their heads silently and accept the "teachings" of Mo Hua honestly.

"Okay, let's start class!"

Mo Hua said in a clear voice.

After that, the ink painting class started.

The first-level formation is not difficult.

Ink painting is also taught very easily.

He has a profound knowledge of first-level formations and can teach them with ease.

Occasionally, he knew some formation knowledge, but he didn't know how to teach it, so he recalled Mr. Xun, followed his example, and explained it to others in a simple and profound way.

Other disciples were dissatisfied with their mouths and faces, but they were convinced in their hearts.

They also knew that Mo Hua's formation level was indeed much higher than theirs.

So even though both of them had stern and arrogant faces, they still listened to what Mo Hua taught.

Moreover, Mr. Xun, although he has profound knowledge in formations, it is precisely because his knowledge is too deep that he cannot explain some basic things in too much detail.

Ink painting is different.

He has only learned the formations of the first and second levels and has a solid foundation, so some of the insights he summarized are easier to understand for these disciples in the early stage of foundation building.

In addition, Mr. Xun is strict and stubborn.

The ink paintings are kind and lovely.

So without knowing it, all the disciples in the teaching room, as long as they were dedicated to learning and wanting to improve their formation skills, began to listen to Mo Hua's lectures seriously.

Mo Hua stood in front of the lecture, talking calmly and calmly.

Behavior and demeanor, like a "little lesson"...

I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Xun came back and saw the scene in the preaching room, looking slightly shocked.

If Mo Hua taught these disciples, many people would definitely be dissatisfied, which he expected.

These problems must be solved by Mo Hua himself.

Whether he can "convince the crowd" depends on Mo Hua's own ability, and it's not easy for him to interfere.

What Mr. Xun didn't expect was that Mo Hua solved the problem so quickly, and that these proud men would become so "obedient" so quickly...

Mr. Xun was thoughtful at first, then nodded happily.

He did not disturb Mo Hua, but left alone.

…

From then on, whenever something happened, Mr. Xun would ask Mo Hua to "take over his teaching".

Sometimes, even if nothing happens, Mr. Xun will be lazy and "ask for leave" and let Mo Hua teach the disciples in this room on his behalf.

"Disciple" teaches disciples formation techniques.

This matter was soon known to the elders of Taixu Sect.

The Qianzhou family behind some disciples also knew about this, and most of them were dissatisfied because of this, so they put pressure on some powerful elders of Taixu Sect to find Mr. Xun and ask for an explanation.

Some true elders had no choice but to bite the bullet and find Mr. Xun. Although they were unwilling, they had to speak and politely said:

"Old sir, is this matter... illegal?"

Mr. Xun lowered his head to drink tea without raising his eyelids, "What are the rules?"

"this……"

The elders hesitated.

What can they say...

Many of the rules of Taixu Sect were formulated by this ancestor.

How dare they mention any rules in front of him...

However, Mr. Xun is different from other ancestors who practice in seclusion or live in seclusion behind the scenes.

Old Mr.

An elder pondered for a moment and whispered:

"Let disciples teach disciples...this is somewhat unjust, but the name is not justified..."

"The name is not right and the words are not right..." Mr. Xun was slightly startled. After thinking about it with a frown, he nodded, "Indeed, the name is not right and the words are not right."

The elder's eyes lit up, "In that case..."

"In that case," Mr. Xun said, "let's officially give him the position of 'little tutor'. In this way, it will be 'justified'!"

A little lesson? !

The elder's intestines were filled with regret, and he hurriedly said:

"Old sir, this... an outer disciple who has just entered the door, serves as a 'little instructor'. There is no precedent for this kind of thing in the Taixu Sect..."

"Isn't there now..." Mr. Xun nodded and said, "There is a precedent. Someone has to be the first."

"This, it's not possible..."

Other elders also said, "Old sir, this is inappropriate..."

"It's really...unbelievable."

"Forgive me for being disrespectful...but doing this is indeed a bit...child's play..."

"Little tutoring or something, no, no, no..."

A group of true elders were talking about it.

Old Mr. Forget about 'little senior brother'..."

The other true elders were stunned and their hearts skipped a beat.

No, I've been tricked.

Mr. Xun is retreating in order to advance. His original plan may not be a "little lesson"...

There are some true elders who bite the bullet and want to object.

"I'm afraid, this is still..."

Mr. Xun's face darkened and he said angrily:

"What's the meaning?"

"I've already made enough concessions. I just don't want to be a 'little tutor'. I'm just a 'little senior brother'. He pays lip service to a little bit of seniority but has no real position. Do you still have any objections?"

"Do you think I am old and my words have no weight?"

All the elders of the True Tradition were heartbroken and had cold sweat on their foreheads. In the end, they could only say to please:

"What the old gentleman said is just a 'senior brother' title..."

For this reason, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and say:

"...Just give it!"

Mr. Xun was then satisfied, nodded, waved his hand, and began to chase people away:

"Let's break up, let's break up. It's such a big deal, it's so big that it mobilizes troops..."

"This matter is settled!"

All the true elders smiled bitterly, but they could only acquiesce.

At the next formation class, Mr. Xun called Mo Hua to the podium and said to the disciples below:

"Outside, you all talk about your own affairs, I don't care..."

"But from now on, in this preaching room where formations are taught..."

Mr. Xun pointed at the ink painting and said in an old but firm voice: "All your disciples, please call him..."

"Little senior brother!"