The entire array conference ended in a strange atmosphere where ink paintings are boring and others fear.

From beginning to end, Mo Hua sat in place, bored and drew one formation after another.

All formation test questions, no matter how difficult it is, are not different in his writing.

Even his time to draw the formation was exactly the same.

This is also the only thing he has spent some time on his mind at this formation conference.

In the end, Mo Hua was no surprise and got the first place in the formation.

Moreover, this time he stopped when he got the first place, and did not draw the test questions through again, and did not put too much pressure on other children.

It didn't make it difficult for examiners to do it.

Very considerate and considerate.

After that, Mo Hua didn't say much, but just stood up slowly, looked around the audience, and then signaled to the examiner's head, and left the venue.

Low-key and restrained.

Of course, this is what Mo Hua thought.

In the eyes of everyone, his "indifferent" has a sense of depth and calmness that is above all geniuses and is beyond the brilliance of all geniuses, but his sharpness is all contained inside, and he is naturally profound and calm.

He was so strong that he was terrible and calm that he even came to the stage of returning to nature and came to the end of the curtain call.

Mo Hua took a little action and "re-first".

Other formation geniuses, who tried their best, could not defeat them.

At this point, ink painting has become the only disciple in the history of the Taoist Conference to have two "leaders" on the formation.

A "Chief of the Array" can no longer measure the level of the array of ink paintings.

So, he got two.

Only the real Qianxue Formation Master can understand the true weight of the "double leader".

This is not as simple as the addition of two leaders, but rather, the "leader among leaders".

It means that Mo Hua has reached a height that is simply unattainable in the formation of geniuses of his peers. His formation attainments have almost crushing levels among all his disciples and absolute dominance.

But this "gap" is really too huge. The huge difference seems to be a complete contest between two realms.

In the eyes of ordinary audiences, it is inevitable that it is a bit subtle.

They have not learned formations. As children of aristocratic families or monks of Qianxue, most of them have been from a wealthy family since childhood and have a deep heritage.

Under the influence of the eyes, I have learned some formations more or less during the enlightenment.

It's just that this kind of "learning" is too superficial after all.

The more people know, the less they know.

The less you know, the more you feel that you know.

It is precisely because they learned so lightly that they actually don’t understand what the formation of ink painting is so powerful.

If Mo Hua collapsed the formation and killed a few people before, they would have an intuitive experience at the sword contest.

Now the formation conference is just a group of people sitting down and drawing a few formations boringly, which will inevitably give people the illusion that I can do it.

But no matter what, Mo Hua appeared in public and took another leader in the formation.

Some of the previous words against him, "can't resist temptation and go astray", "the master of the evil blood sacrifice array", and "the traitor of the demonic path" have also dissipated a lot.

As long as you have strong enough, you can shut up others.

And the strength of the ink painting, which has won the double leader by one's own strength, is naturally unquestionable.

The storm gradually disappeared, and the life evil did not happen again, and Mr. Xun no longer focused on ink painting.

Mo Hua finally returned to the outer mountain of Taixu Gate, returned to his disciple Curie, and got along with his junior brothers.

Linghu Xiao, Situ Jian, Cheng Mo and other disciples were very happy and even held a special banquet to welcome Mo Hua.

All conspiracies and dangers dissipated, and the days of Taixu Sect suddenly became quiet and peaceful.

But the happy days didn't last long, Mo Hua realized that the day of parting was coming.

The ninth year of Taixu Sect is coming to an end.

In other words, there are only less than two months left for these fellow disciples to live, practice, drink, discuss the Tao, and play together.

In two months, everyone will go their separate ways.

Although everyone knew that this day was there, when this day really came, everyone felt a little sad when they were wrong.

A faint sadness enveloped the disciples of the sect.

For Mo Hua, the most he has to do in the past two months is "goodbye".

Say goodbye to many people who care about him, love him, and have taken care of him.

Also bid farewell to the time and years he had lived in Taixu Sect for nine years—

This is how life is, when you get along, you just feel as dull as usual.

Only when we are separated will we be shocked and will suddenly feel lost.

Life will be filled with joys and sorrows, often inadvertently.

The first person to say goodbye was Zhang Lan.

He is going back to Kanzhou.

At the foot of Taixu Gate.

Mo Hua said with some regret: "I said I would take Uncle Zhang, you can visit Taixu Gate and the famous places and historical sites in Qianxuezhou. Unfortunately, you are leaving."

Zhang Lan sighed, "There is no way. The elder has a serious business. He wants the Hui tribe. I can't stay here again.

and."

The turmoil in Qianxuezhou this time has been too big.

Although the Qianxue Dao Tings Office, all the families and sects wanted to calm down the situation and turn big things into small things, covering up the disaster of the blood sacrifice in the wilderness to avoid the storm of the world of cultivation and panic.

But there is no airtight wall in the world.

The devil's way is revived, and the blood sacrifice to Qian's school has been passed down.

From then on, the entire Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm will still be like.

Just like wildfire burning dry grass, the world is probably difficult to be peaceful.”

Thinking of this, Zhang Lan looked solemn. After a moment, he suddenly verified and asked Mo Hua in a low voice:

"That evil formation, you can't have exploded again, right?"

Mo Hua smiled and didn't say anything.

Zhang Lan opened her mouth wide, both shocked and moved. After a moment, she smiled bitterly and shook her head. Sure enough, wherever this kid went, he would be uneasy.

And he really exploded in this big formation.

This was like this in Tongxian City back then, but now it is still the case in Ganxuezhou.

I just hope that when he causes a big disaster in the future, he will not tell him what he taught him about Shuibu. Zhang Lan confirmed with Mo Hua again, "You haven't told anyone about Shuibu, right?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Don't worry, I didn't say anything, and there would never be a third person to know."

"That's good"

Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief and then felt a little regretful:

"It's a pity that the third-grade golden elixir is only the direct descendants of the Zhang family who are above the real power elders. I just entered the golden elixir and am not qualified to learn it. Otherwise, I will teach you together now, so that you will not have to work hard for your body skills in the future."

It’s time for this, Uncle Zhang is still thinking about his body skills. Mo Hua is both moved and worried: “Uncle Zhang, do you still dare to teach me?”

Zhang Lan waved his hand, "Do good things to the end, send the Buddha to the West, you have learned the first and second grades of body techniques, but isn't it a waste if you don't learn the third grade?"

"Besides, if this matter is not exposed, it doesn't matter if you learn more."

"If it is exposed, I will kneel to the ancestral hall and get beaten with a board, and it will be a big bad, and it will be no different."

"Since that's the case, why not let you learn more and learn better. If my Zhang family's passing steps can be carried forward in you, then there will be light on my face."

"Even if I kneel in the ancestral hall and face my ancestors, my waist can be straightened."

Mo Hua sincerely praised: "Uncle Zhang, you have a big picture."

Zhang Lanran.

After that, the two sat at the foot of the mountain, drank for a while, and chatted for a while.

Time flies so fast that in the blink of an eye, the sun sets.

The two must also part.

Tomorrow, Zhang Lan will take a carriage and leave the Ganxue Prefecture territory with the elder of the Zhang family, and return to Kanzhou thousands of miles away for the foreseeable decades, a hundred years, or even hundreds of times. This may be the last time he met Mo Hua.

The last time I drank it.
To be continued...