Asking about longevity

The formation discussion conference adopts the form of a formation test, and three failures will lead to exit.

That is, if you cannot draw three formation test questions or draw them incorrectly, you will be considered as a failure and leave the examination room.

This also gives disciples a certain degree of tolerance.

After all, formations are profound and extensive, with vast categories, diverse forms, and even more diverse inheritances.

No matter how excellent a disciple is, it is impossible to guarantee that he can draw every formation without any mistakes.

If a disciple with the strength of 19 patterns draws a wrong 16-pattern formation due to a defective inheritance or a momentary mistake, he will have to leave the stage.

Although the formation discussion is a competition, its essence is still "selection".

Select the truly outstanding formation genius.

Therefore, some "oolong" situations will be avoided as much as possible.

The "three-defeat system" formation test, which can test the disciples' formation experience, formation background, formation drawing ability, depth of mind, perseverance and other strengths, and can give a certain tolerance for mistakes, has gradually been used and become the mainstream form of the formation competition.

The formation competition starts from the sixteenth pattern and tests one by one.

Each pattern is a level, and a certain number of formations need to be drawn.

If the participating disciples fail to draw three formations in total, they will lose the formation competition.

The disciples are ranked according to the order of failure.

The person who persists to the end is the leader of the formation of this discussion conference.

At this time, the first test is the sixteen-pattern formation.

The sixteen-pattern formation is only a second-grade intermediate formation. Mo Hua's brush flows like clouds and water. After a while, he has finished drawing several sixteen-pattern formations.

After drawing, he glanced and checked it, confirming that there was no mistake, and then he was relieved.

Then he sat upright and closed his eyes to rest.

Mr. Xun said that the formation test is a long process, and it is also a huge test of the divine consciousness, and it is a tug-of-war.

Therefore, we must seize every bit of time to restore our divine consciousness.

Soon, many other disciples in the field also finished drawing the formation and were also meditating to rest.

This is the Ganxuezhou realm, a formation discussion conference for those above the late stage of foundation building, and there are countless geniuses.

These test questions were easy for Mo Hua to draw, and they are not difficult for most people.

Those who can reach this level will not be unable to draw the sixteen-pattern formation.

Of course, this is a big test, and there are always exceptions.

Some disciples in the field began to scratch their heads, some disciples began to regret, their faces turned pale, and some disciples covered their faces and sighed.

They may have enough divine consciousness, but not enough formation strength. They don’t know the formation they are tested, and those who know it don’t take the test, so their faces are black, and they lose.

Some have enough formation strength, but insufficient divine consciousness, and can’t withstand such continuous consumption, so something goes wrong.

There are also some who have no problem with formation strength and divine consciousness, but their psychological endurance is not good, and they will be nervous when they encounter a big test.

At this time, they are still under the spotlight, and the pressure is even greater. They can't exert 20% of their strength.

After a few strokes, their hands began to tremble and their minds went blank.

Soon, three formations and three tolerances were used up, and they could only leave with a pale face.

The teachers of these disciples also beat their chests and sighed.

In this way, a small number of disciples were dismissed from the sixteen-pattern formation assessment.

There are also some who have made mistakes in one or even two formations, and there is not much tolerance left. Next, they can only bite the bullet and fight with their backs against the wall.

About one-third of the cultivators have not made any mistakes.

Among them is Mo Hua.

One or two people around him have already left, but Mo Hua is still sitting quietly.

This scene was seen by everyone who knew Mo Hua.

The junior brothers of Taixu Sect, the senior brothers and sisters, the familiar elders, Wenren Wan and Gu Changhuai, all breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he held on...

Although they knew that Mo Hua's formation was good.

But this was a formation test after all. With so many people watching, the pressure on the spot was too great, and the opponents were all geniuses from various sects who were older and more powerful than him.

They were afraid that Mo Hua could not withstand the pressure and would be eliminated in one round if he made a mistake.

Fortunately, fortunately...

It would be fine if he passed the sixteenth pattern. At least he could get a certain ranking, and it would not be embarrassing to tell others about it.

Many people said silently in their hearts.

After the sixteenth pattern test, the next one would be the seventeenth pattern.

There would be a rest time of about half an hour during the period.

This process arrangement was very sufficient for Mo Hua. His consciousness had been fully restored during this time.

Half an hour later, the seventeenth pattern test began.

At this time, the difficulty suddenly increased.

Sixteen patterns are a second-grade intermediate formation, and seventeen patterns are advanced to the second-grade high-level formation.

This is a big hurdle. For ordinary foundation-building disciples, it is a "genius".

After all, there are very few formation masters who can really learn the second-grade high-level formation in the foundation-building realm in the entire cultivation world.

In the examination room, the number of cultivators who were eliminated has obviously increased.

Many people thought hard, scratched their heads, and could not understand.

But the formation is like this. No matter how hard you try, you can't do it. What's more, this is still an exam, and there is no time to think.

In the end, these disciples could only sigh and give up helplessly.

There were also those who drew it wrong. After using up three chances, they could only regret and hate themselves for not trying harder and drawing it a few more times.

It was obviously just a little bit short...

Some disciples were so exhausted that their spiritual consciousness dried up while they were painting. They covered their heads and fell down. The examiner took them away for treatment...

...

The situation became a little tense.

The assessment of the 17-pattern formation was much longer than that of the 16-pattern formation.

The tension and depression gradually spread in the examination room. More and more disciples could not hold on and left the examination room.

And Mo Hua was still painting silently as if no one was around...

Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Murong Caiyun, Wen Renwan, all those who knew Mo Hua, were secretly sweating.

"Come on, little brother..."

"Mo Hua..."

"Just hold on..."

They were worried about Mo Hua and were very nervous.

But many of the disciples who were watching didn't care about the formation, and there were no geniuses from their sect on the field. They just came to join in the fun, and now they all felt bored.

"The formation is really boring..."

"I don't know what they are drawing."

"It's too depressing. My scalp is numb when I see it."

"Those people start to cover their heads and turn pale while drawing. Is it really that painful?" Some people don't understand.

"You can draw formations, not many. Draw three a day. You will know when it hurts once."

"I'm too lazy to draw."

"It's so boring. How long will it take?"

"I don't know. It will take a day..."

"So long... It's really hard for them. A pen, a bottle of ink, and a bunch of formations to draw for a day..."

"You know nothing."

"I'm too lazy to understand..."

Outside the avenue, some disciples who were just joining in the fun gradually left.

The ones who stayed behind were mostly cultivators who really understood the formation and were determined to become formation masters.

Or they were disciples of the sect who cared about the honor of the sect and had their classmates or seniors from the previous year competing on the stage.

Those who knew about the business often admired them. Those who cared about the sect were distressed.

Time passed by little by little.

Inside the Grand Arena, the array geniuses of various sects were under tremendous pressure, and they were struggling to draw arrays one after another.

The process was quite torturous and long.

Outside the Grand Arena, some people left because they felt bored, and some cultivators from outside came back to watch the ceremony.

Wenren Wan was hugging Yu'er, and the mother and son were staring at the ink painting in the arena.

Just at this moment, a deep but gentle voice sounded:

"Wan'er."

Wenren Wan was startled, raised her head, and saw that a tall and handsome middle-aged man stood beside her. She was surprised and said:

"Dad."

The man had a dignified look, and there were several elders with extremely high cultivation behind him. It was Wenren Wan's father, and the current head of the Wen family, Wenren Jingxuan.

Yu'er poked her head out of Wenren Wan's arms, her eyes sparkling, and said crisply: "Grandpa."

Wenren Jingxuan smiled at Yu'er, but he was also slightly surprised in his heart.

Yu'er's eyes were so smart and lively, but the more so, the more he felt a hidden uneasiness in his heart.

Shangguan Ce, the head of the Shangguan family, and Gu Shouyan, the head of the Gu family, stood up and came down to greet them to show their respect:

"Brother Wenren."

"Brother Shangguan, Brother Gu," Wenren Jingxuan bowed, "I'm late, sorry."

"Brother Wenren, you are too polite, please take a seat."

"Please."

Wenren Jingxuan followed the two and took the seat.

After sitting down, they exchanged a few words.

Wenren Jingxuan then cast his eyes on the dojo, and all he saw were disciples of the sect writing furiously.

And what these people drew with great effort was the high-level 17-pattern formation of the second grade.

Even though he was the head of a clan, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Gan Xuezhou is indeed a place for cultivators to study."

"Among all the families and clans, there are only a few disciples who can draw a second-grade intermediate formation in the foundation-building stage, and in Gan Xuezhou, such talented disciples can fill such a large Taoist temple, which is really amazing."

"Qian Dao is endless, the land is beautiful and the people are outstanding, and the reputation is well-deserved..."

Shangguan Ce and Gu Shouyan also nodded.

They are all heads of a family, and they can appreciate the value of talents.

In the cultivation of Taoism, formations are of vital importance.

If not, they, the heads of a clan who are busy with affairs, would not have taken time out of their busy schedule to come to the Taoism Conference to watch these disciples compare formations.

Second-grade formations may not be a big deal.

But that depends on who is drawing them.

Drawing a second-grade formation for Jindan is completely different from drawing a second-grade formation for foundation-building.

At the foundation-building stage, he can draw a high-level second-grade formation. This is a real genius.

Genius means the future.

These talented disciples may not be well-known at this moment.

But in the near future, it is very likely that someone will achieve great success in formation, enter the Tianshu Pavilion, and be respected as a formation master.

Even one day in the future, it is not impossible that one of the disciples present will make great achievements, communicate with the essence of Tao, and fully understand the flow of Tao, becoming a formation master like a master of the generation, making decisions for eternity, and being admired by millions of people.

If you don't pay attention now and make good connections, you may never be able to reach it again if you don't pay attention in the future.

After all, this is the world of cultivation, the way of heaven is unpredictable, and nothing is impossible.

At this time, Wenren Jingxuan and the other two were drinking tea, chatting, and looking down their eyes, looking for disciples who excelled in formation.

The three of them paid the most attention to the disciples in the middle of the dojo, who were ranked at the top.

These disciples are all from the four major sects.

The one who ranks first is a talented person with a handsome face, a cautious mind, and a calm temperament. He comes from the Shen family of the Qian Dao Sect.

He has an eye-catching sword eyebrow and a dashing temperament. He comes from the Xiao family of Tianjian Sect, and his brushstrokes in painting formations are as sharp as swords.

The Longding Sect also has a genius who belongs to the Ao family. With thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a rough face, he doesn't look like an formation master at all, but his talent for formation cannot be underestimated.

The last person is a female disciple named Duanmuxue, who comes from the Wanxiao Sect. She has a simple and elegant face, a sharp temperament, and is not good at words, but her spiritual consciousness is quite profound.

Several family heads have long known about these disciples.

After all, it is impossible for a disciple who has special skills in the formation to be unknown. He is a "hot potato" in the eyes of all forces.

But if you really want to have some relations with these geniuses, it's not that easy.

After all, "there are more wolves and less meat", so many aristocratic families stared at these dazzling sons of heaven like hungry wolves.

Although Wenren and Shangguan are from fifth-grade families, they are not very competitive.

Not to mention the Gu family.

Gu Shouyan just looked at it.

This kind of formation genius who comes from the four major sects has basically nothing to do with the "Qingliu" Gu family, who is on the threshold of the fourth rank and is stuck on the threshold of the fifth rank. His connections are not that good.

In addition to the four major sects, there are also some disciples with good formation talents.

But compared with the top geniuses of the four major sects, they obviously pale in comparison.

However, it is not top-notch, but it is still first-class.

A first-class genius is also a genius and cannot be underestimated.

Wenren Jingxuan and Shangguan Ce were both silently looking for candidates in their hearts, and planned to order people to bring some gifts to these formation geniuses afterwards, so as to establish a good relationship in advance and form a good relationship.

Both of them were feathered and had strong spiritual consciousness. After a few glances, they had an idea in their minds.

The assessment of the seventeenth pattern is still going on and will not end in a short time.

The heads of the family relaxed for a while and began to drink tea and chat.

Wenren Jingxuan glanced at him and saw his daughter Wenren Wan sitting on the edge of the high platform with Yu'er. She seemed to be relatively alienated from the other Shangguan family members, and immediately felt uncomfortable.

He had held this girl in his hands since childhood.

But when she married into Shangguan's family, she obviously wasn't happy.

Wenren Jingxuan's eyes narrowed slightly and said: "Brother Shangguan, my daughter married into Shangguan's family. I wonder if she will cause any trouble?"

Shangguan Ce said calmly: "Wan'er is respectful and gentle, and has never caused trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a chuckle.

The one who laughed was the female elder in green from the Shen family.

Wenren Jingxuan frowned.

But before he could say anything, an Yuhua elder from the Shangguan family scolded the female elder:

"The head of the family must not make a sound when discussing matters."

This Yuhua elder, named Shangguan Wang, has a deep legal pattern. He is the powerful elder of the Shangguan family. He even competed with Shangguan Ce for the position of head of the family.

Even if he failed, his lineage still had great influence in the Shangguan family.

Shangguan Wang pretended to reprimand, but in fact he meant something: "Pay attention to the occasion. If you have anything to say, I'll talk about it when I get back."

The female elder whispered: "Yes..."

Wenren Jingxuan raised his eyebrows, couldn't he tell what they were thinking, "Look, elder, did my little girl make any mistake?"

Shangguan Wang looked troubled.

Wenren Jingxuan said: "Elder Wang, I just say it doesn't matter."

Shangguanwang's eyes darkened slightly and he said: "If you say it's a big mistake, it's nothing. It's just that the young lady is a little too willful..."

"As the daughter-in-law of the Shangguan family, she stays at the Gu family all day long. She is too indulgent towards her direct descendant, Master Yu. I don't know what she has in mind, but she actually raises him in the Taixu Sect."

"When you run an industry, you have a lot of bad debts."

"I secretly withheld a lot of spiritual stones."

"I don't act calmly, and I don't fulfill my wife's responsibilities towards Master Yi..."

He then listed Wen Renwan's rude things with added detail.

Some of them are indeed true, but most of them, such as running an industry and embezzling spiritual stones, are just exaggerating things that happen in aristocratic families such as temporary profits and losses, turnover of spiritual stones, etc., and turning them into mistakes.

Occasional disagreements between husband and wife have also become a source of gossip for others.

Other Shangguan family members, especially those close to Shangguan Wang, also agreed.

Wenren Wan was speechless and turned pale.

Wenren Jingxuan frowned.

"These are not the most serious..." Shangguan Wang looked calm and sighed, but his eyes were sharp and he said:

"The most egregious thing is that a few years ago, she bewitched Young Master Yi and used a lot of connections in the Shangguan family to forcefully force an unrelated disciple into the Eight Gates."

"These favors belong to the Shangguan family, but the people stuffed into the Eight Gates have nothing to do with not only the Shangguan family, but also the Wenren family, and even the Gu family."

"This matter is really unjustifiable."

The quota for the eight gates is very precious.

Wen Renwan sent Mo Hua to the Eight Gates, and the favors and benefits he paid were actually more than Mo Hua imagined.

More importantly, the qualifications for ink painting are actually far from the threshold for entry into the Taixu Sect.

In this way, more favors will be spent.

Wen Renwan was afraid that Mo Hua would be burdened with these things, so she never mentioned them in front of him.

But these interests were cut off from the Shangguan family.

Originally, it was run properly, and with these favors, it was possible to send two or even three disciples from the Shangguan family, whose qualifications were just a sliver away, into the Eight Gates.

Now those spots are gone.

Those are the eight gates! It is the first-class sect in Qianxuezhou. For many monks, it is an elusive opportunity in their lifetime.

But it was handed over to others like this.

This incident secretly offended too many people in the Shangguan family.

After that, when he heard Wan, he was even less popular with the Shangguan family.

Wenren Jingxuan had only heard about these things, but he didn't understand them.

He is the head of the family and has many things to take care of.

What's more, Wan'er also married into the Shangguan family. He heard that the relationship between the Shangguan family and the Shangguan family had not always been good, so it was even more inconvenient for him to intervene.

Wenren Jingxuan looked at Wenren Wan and asked in a deep voice: "Wan'er, is this the case?"

"Yes..." Wen Renwan lowered her head and bit her lip, but insisted, "Mo Hua saved Yu'er, so I..."

Ink painting?

Wen Ren Jing Xuan was slightly startled, thinking that this was probably the disciple Wan'er had crammed into the Eight Gates...

On the other side, Shangguan Wang asked:

"How did a young monk who was only in the early stage of foundation building save Master Yu'er who even the Gu family and Dao Tingsi couldn't save?"

Wen Renwan was startled, "This is a coincidence..."

"A coincidence?" Shangguan Wang said indifferently, "Miss Wan, do you believe it?"

Wen Renwan couldn't tell.

Because she really doesn't know.

She has always been tolerant about ink painting and never asked too closely.

Shangguan Wang then sighed and said in disappointment, "Do you know what is being spread outside?"

"There are rumors outside that the young lady who is a direct descendant of my Shangguan family picked up a 'wild child' from somewhere, and then treated him as his own, and even sent him to the Eight Gates at all costs..."

This suspicion is very vicious.

Wen Renwan's face turned pale, and then turned blood red.

Gu Changhuai on the side finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up from the table and angrily shouted at Shangguan Wang: "You fart!"

Shangguan Wang's eyes instantly turned cold.

Gu Shouyan immediately scolded: "Chang Huai, don't be rude!"

"The head of the family..."

Gu Changhuai wanted to say something else, but Gu Shouyan shook his head slightly at him and could only swallow the words in his mouth.

But he still couldn't bear to see his cousin being wronged like this, so he held up his hands and said to Jing Xuan, a well-known person: "I was investigating Yu'er's matter at the beginning. Although it was a coincidence, Mo Hua did save Yu'er."

"As for my cousin, the reason why I sent Mo Hua to Taixu Sect was not only to repay my kindness, but also because Mo Hua, a child, has extraordinary talent in formations..."

Shangguan Wang asked: "How extraordinary can it be?"

Gu Changhuai said: "The ancestor of Taixu Sect personally taught him the formation..."

Shangguan Wang sneered, "Don't think I don't know. The Taixu Sect's ancestor is highly respected and upholds the sect's teachings. Most of the Taixu Sect disciples who have started have to personally teach the formation techniques."

Gu Changhuai hesitated for a moment, a little silent.

"What's more, the formation talent is not revealed by words, but by comparison." Shangguan Wang sneered and pointed downwards, "The disciples in this dojo are the ones with truly extraordinary talent for formation. Can you guarantee that Mo Hua will be qualified to participate in the demonstration conference in three years?"

Gu Changhuai was stunned for a moment, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said sharply: "It doesn't have to be three years later..."

He also pointed down, "He is already competing this year!"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough they saw a young, delicate and handsome disciple in the corner of the dojo, drawing formations in a decent manner.

Everyone was in an uproar immediately.

Some people at the scene already knew about this, but most of the Shangguan family, Wenren family, and some Gu family monks didn't know about it at all, and they didn't dare to think about it.

"In the middle stage of foundation building, just participate in the formation discussion conference?"

"Is this kid so talented?"

"It must have been taken care of by our ancestors, otherwise it would be impossible to have this quota..."

"Even so, it's too serious..."

Even Wenren Jingxuan was a little surprised. He looked at Mo Hua twice more and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Shangguanwang's heart skipped a beat.

He immediately realized that he had made a mistake.

Fortunately, he put the "spearhead" into someone else's hand and stabbed himself.

The main reason is that he didn't realize that such an outrageous thing as participating in the formation discussion conference would happen during the middle stage of foundation building.

But he has lived for so many years and has rich experience in intrigues and intrigues in aristocratic families. He has already become immune to favor and disgrace.

At this time, his expression did not change and he sneered:

"His talent for formations is pretty good, but so what? Now he's participating in the formation discussion conference, and it's a good thing. If he can draw sixteen lines by luck, it's good."

"Besides, that's not the point at all."

"No matter how talented he is, is his surname Shangguan? Is his surname Wenren? Or is his surname Gu?"

"No surname! No one knows where this child comes from."

"There are so many geniuses, why did the young lady spare no effort to send this child into the Eighth Gate?"

"Okay, I say it's to repay a favor. I believe it, but do others believe it?"

"Can this statement stop everyone in Youyou? Can it stop other people's gossip? Can it protect the reputation of my Shangguan family?"

Shangguan Wang looked around and said simply, more openly, "There are even rumors among some aristocratic families..."

"The young lady of my Shangguan family gave birth to a child out of wedlock..."

Bang!

Wenren Jingxuan directly smashed the table into pieces, his eyes as cold as frost, "Look, elder, be careful what you say."

After all, Shangguan Wang was the person who almost became the head of the family. Until now, he still has this ambition, so he was not afraid, but sighed hypocritically:

"These words are detrimental to the reputation of my Shangguan family. They sound harsh to me, but I can't help it. I'm talking about someone else..."

Wenren Jingxuan glanced at Shangguan Ce indifferently.

Shangguan Ce then slowly opened his mouth and said: "Okay, the pure will become pure themselves, and the turbid will become turbid. Don't mention this matter again."

Gu Shouyan also said: "This trip is to observe the ceremony of the Discussion Array Conference. Don't talk about such nonsense."

Wenren Jingxuan didn't speak, but his face didn't look good.

Shangguan Wang also accepted it when he saw that it was good.

Although there was an accident, his goal was basically achieved.

He poured dirty water on Shangguan Ce's daughter-in-law, and planted a thorn in the hearts of Shangguan Ce and Wenren Jingxuan.

Only Wen Renwan, who had been ridiculed and accused of spreading rumors, had a pale face. He held Yu'er tightly in his arms with a gloomy expression and said nothing.

Yu'er wanted to comfort her mother, but she wiped her tears and didn't know what to say.

Gu Changhuai was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.

…

There is intrigue among the aristocratic families.

In the dojo, the competition of the seventeen lines is gradually coming to an end.

Mo Hua put down his pen, checked it several times, continued to meditate, and regained his consciousness.

And around him, many disciples had already left in defeat.

Another half hour passed and the time was up.

The seventeen lines exam is over.

Many examiners came off the stage and began to read the papers one by one to determine whether they were right or wrong and whether they should stay or leave.

Those who were not drawn, or were drawn wrongly, or those who were clearly wrongly drawn but did not notice it, were all removed by the examiner one by one and cleared from the stage.

Some disciples, although defeated, still stayed in their positions and refused to leave.

The examiner ordered someone to come over and force him down.

As a result, more people will leave.

Not long after, an examiner walked up to Mo Hua.

When he saw that Mo Hua was young, had little cultivation, and was still sitting there pretending to be there, he concluded in his heart that he must have failed and was still holding on and didn't want to leave.

Until he saw the nearly flawless formation answer sheet in front of the ink screen with perfect handwriting, he was stunned.

The examiner couldn't help rubbing his eyes, frowning, and carefully checked the answer sheet again to make sure that the handwriting was correct, that the test questions were correct, and that the formations drawn were also correct, and then he shook his head in amazement.

"This kid draws so well..."

"Passed."

The examiner left a red mark, which meant that the ink painting was promoted, and then he continued to move forward.

But after taking a few steps, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"wrong……"

No, no, no...

The examiner's brows wrinkled more and more tightly, and his thoughts were a little confused for a while. After careful consideration, he realized what was wrong.

"Seventeen lines formation?"

"In the middle stage of foundation building, draw the seventeen-line formation?"

"Seventeen lines..."

ten……

The seventeen lines are...

The examiner's eyes suddenly widened.

Isn't this... a formation that can only be drawn after those who have cultivated in the middle stage of foundation building? !

This means...

Is this child's consciousness super-level? !

Super level...

There is no formation master and I don’t understand what this means.

The examiner was stunned for a moment, feeling his scalp numb, a chill rushing to his heart, and his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Damn it, if I wasn't careful, a monster would appear...