Author: Guanxu

Ink painting goes to Yan Jiaoxi's office after class every day to learn formation theory and ask questions about formations. With Yan Jiaoxi's explanation, I can learn ink painting of gold and stone formations very quickly. In addition, I can practice it repeatedly on the stone tablet of Shihai.

It took more than ten days to complete the five sets of gold and stone formations in ink painting.

Because I had plenty of time and I painted carefully, I only failed one painting, and after deducting the cost of materials, I earned about twelve spiritual stones.

During the break, Mo Hua handed the formation to Mo Guanshi. After looking at it, Mo Guanshi was quite satisfied and nodded and said: "You...the formations drawn by my brother are becoming more and more organized."

Mo Hua looked at Guanshi Mo suspiciously.

Manager Mo felt guilty for some reason. He coughed and waved his hand: "If you have nothing to do, go back to the sect. I'm very busy here."

Mo Hua looked at Youyuanzhai, which was empty without any guests, and asked curiously: "There aren't even a single guest here. What are you busy with, manager?"

Mo Guanshi thinks that what he is doing is called Buddhist management, and it is not simply a case of bad business, but is essentially different from bad business.

But there are no guests, and it can be seen at a glance.

Mo Guanshi was a little angry, "What do children know? What I do here is big business, whether there are customers or not! I mean busy!"

"Then go ahead and do your business, I'll leave first."

Mo Hua said his words, walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and asked:

"By the way, are you familiar with Yan Jiaoxi, the manager?"

Manager Mo said with a guilty conscience: "I'm not very familiar with him, I just have some friendship with him. He has a bad temper and a tough temper, which even normal people can't stand. We haven't contacted each other for many years, but we just happened to bump into him a few days ago."

, let’s have a cup of tea together and catch up on old times.”

"oh……"

Mo Hua said "oh" meaningfully.

If you say you are not familiar with someone, but your tone is very familiar, that means you are very familiar with them, at least they have a good relationship with you.

Manager Mo waved his hand quickly, "Let's go, let's go, don't disturb my business."

Mo Hua left Youyuanzhai and thought:

"It seems that Mo Guanshi and Yan Jiaoxi are indeed a bit fishy in private..."

After that, Mo Hua lived a boring and ordinary life in the sect. He attended classes every day, asked Yan Jiaoxi for advice on formations after class, returned to the disciples' back seat to draw formations, and entered the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness after midnight to practice formations on the remaining stele.

Simple yet fulfilling.

The level of formations in ink painting is getting better and better day by day, and the spiritual consciousness is getting deeper and deeper. The gold and stone formations with at least four formations are abundant, and they are becoming more and more skillful, and there is no longer a feeling of lack of spiritual consciousness.

The orders for Mo Guanshi's formations also changed several times, and each time the excuse was "the market has changed, the previous formations are no longer accepted, and new ones need to be drawn", and then he took out the new formations for Mo Hua.

When Professor Yan was instructing the formation discussion, he would also analyze and explain the formation that Steward Mo handed over to Mo Hua. For Mo Hua, it was basically putting food in his mouth.

This also basically verified Mo Hua's conjecture that Guanshi Mo and Yan Jiaoxi must have had a relationship in private, and that he had drawn the formation for Youyuanzhai, both Guanshi and Jiaoxi probably knew about it.

But everyone knew it tacitly, and Mo Hua also pretended not to know.

What makes Mo Hua puzzled is why the teacher cares so much about him, answers everything he knows about formations, and gives Mo Chi a lot of conveniences.

Is it really just because I have good talent in formations?

Later, Mo Hua thought about it and felt that he might have been worrying too much.

Yan Jiaoxi is a rigorous and conscientious person. He is meticulous in both teaching and formation, and he never hides his secrets when teaching his disciples. He cares about himself so much, it must be because he cherishes his talents, and does not want himself to waste his talents and waste his life. I really hope

You can improve yourself in formation.

Mo Guanshi had a relationship with Yan Jiaoxi, and he must have been entrusted by Yan Jiaoxi to gradually arrange the formations for him to draw.

Mo Hua silently kept the good intentions of the two in mind.

It's just that now I am just a low-level monk at the third level of Qi Refining and can't do anything. Even if I want to repay this kindness, I can only wait until later.

Two months later, in addition to the gold and stone formation, Mo Hua also learned the mud formation, quicksand formation and ventilation formation. In addition to the spiritual stones accumulated from the previous painting formations, there were more than 180 in total.

Mo Hua planned to save 200 spirit stones by himself and then choose a mid-level or lower-level technique, which would save his parents a lot of burden.

Once you have collected enough spirit stones and chosen the exercises, you can tell your parents, they should be happy too.

But before Mo Hua could accumulate enough spirit stones, something happened at home.

One day during the alchemy class, Yan Jiaoxi suddenly called Mo Hua out with a serious look on his face. He told Mo Hua that his mother was seriously ill and asked Mo Hua to go back and take a look.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a basin of cold water being poured down his head, making his heart feel cold.

Mo Hua asked the instructor for a few days' leave, and then hurried home.

But the door of the house was closed. Mo Hua knocked several times, but no one answered. When he was getting anxious, the neighbor's aunt heard the sound and came out and said:

"It must be an ink painting!"

"Aunt Yang, my mother..."

"I was just about to tell you that your mother is seriously ill and is being treated by Mr. Feng at Xinglin Hall. Go and have a look quickly!"

Mo Hua thanked her profusely, and then rushed to Xinglin Hall.

Xinglintang is the only elixir hall nearby.

There is an alchemist sitting in the alchemy hall. Generally, if a monk is injured or sick, he will go to the alchemy shop to ask the alchemist to diagnose and refine the elixir to cure the injury and illness.

Mr. Feng from Xinglin Hall is a well-known old alchemist in Tongxian City. He has studied alchemy for most of his life. In his later years, he passed the qualification assessment and became a true first-grade alchemist. He is one of the few certified alchemists in Tongxian City.

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At the same time, Mr. Feng is also the only alchemist in Tongxian City who, after becoming a first-grade alchemist, is still willing to open a clinic in a low-level city where casual practitioners are practicing.

When Mo Hua arrived at Xinglin Hall, Mr. Feng was sitting in the clinic, treating patients.

Mr. Feng was wearing a clean but somewhat old white robe with black trimmings. His beard and hair were all white, and he had a kind expression. When he saw Mo Hua, he said a few words to the patient in front of him, and then waved to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, saying: "Hello, Grandpa Feng! My mother..."

Mr. Feng nodded and said, "Good boy, I've seen your mother's condition. Although it's a bit serious, she's not in danger of dying. Please relax first."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and came back to his senses, but his mouth felt dry and his throat felt like it was on fire.

Mo Hua has been in poor health since he was a child. Just now he was in a hurry and ran too fast. At this time, he suddenly stopped and felt that his whole body was sweating.

Mr. Feng pressed his right hand on Mo Hua's back, a light cyan light flashed through his hand, and after spending some spiritual energy, Mo Hua felt a spring breeze blowing through his limbs, and his breath became much smoother in an instant.

Mr. Feng poured another cup of tea and said, "Drink less at a time and drink slowly."

Mo Hua followed Mr. Feng's instructions and slowly drank some mist-filled tea, and then his breath became smoother.
Chapter completed!