"The formation is profound and profound. What you see and learn are still just the tip of the iceberg of the formation. There are still many unknown mystery."

"We must learn to use known knowledge to think, but we must not be limited by these things."

Mr. Zhuang gave instructor.

As if I had some understanding, Mo Hua nodded slowly.

In the following days, Mo Hua still ran into the spiritual field every day.

Xiao Miaoer still ran around behind his butt every day.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi had nothing to do, so they followed Mo Hua to help him find a formation.

Bai Zisheng would go for a walk nearby without any trouble to see if the Sun family would come to find fault.

Aunt Xue strictly controls him and generally does not allow him to fight with others.

Otherwise, when he was in Tongxian City, he would have wanted to follow Mo Hua to hunt demons in Daheishan and show his skills.

Now that Aunt Xue is not around, Mr. Zhuang will not let him go, but he is not restrained. Bai Zisheng has long wanted to find someone to fight and try his skills.

Especially as a senior brother, it is natural for him to help the junior brother fight, and Mr. Zhuang would not blame him.

So Bai Zisheng looked eager to try it out, wandering in the spiritual field every day, and looked up from time to time to see if there were any tactful Sun family monks to come to trouble them and let him try it out.

Unfortunately, the Sun family was ignorant and never came.

No one came to the Sun family, so naturally no one disturbed Mohua.

But after searching for a few days, he still had no progress. He sat cross-legged beside the field, holding his chin and thinking.

Array media, array patterns, array pivots, array eyes...

If there is really a decisive formation in the spiritual field, it should be the formation medium with the ridge of the field.

The ridges are built with stones, which are hard in texture and easy to portray formations.

The array pattern should also exist on the ridges of the field.

But Mo Hua almost ran all over the spiritual fields, but still no trace of the ultimate formation was found.

In addition, it is the array hub.

The array pivot of the ultimate formation should be somewhat different from that of ordinary formations.

I didn't notice any special formation in this spiritual field.

The most important thing is that there is no array eye.

The formation requires the formation eyes to provide spiritual power, but there are no formation eyes in this spiritual field that can be used for the operation of the formation.

Mo Hua scratched her head, unable to understand it.

Judging from the basic formation framework, there are no other formations in this spiritual field.

But looking at Mr. Zhuang's attitude, the ink painting is certain that there must be a paradise hidden in this spiritual field...

The ink painting has a bit of confusion.

The breeze blew, and the rice waves blew.

The wind brings a hint of sweetness of rice seedlings.

Mo Hua calmed down, found a branch, and began to draw something on the ground.

He drew all the formations involved in the spiritual field, including the soil cultivation array, the water storage array, the insect-removing array, etc.

I want to find some connections from these formations.

But after looking back and forth, these formations are still the same, and there is no special place.

Mo Hua sighed, but looked up and found that Ding Miaoer was also sitting on the ground, holding the branches in her little hands, learning about ink painting, but she didn't know what she was painting.

However, what Miao'er painted looks like a formation, not a formation.

Mo Hua looked at it a few times, was a little confused, and asked:

"Miaoer, what are you painting?"

Miao'er pointed her hand forward and said, "The spiritual field of painting."

When he saw the ink painting formation, he followed him to draw.

However, the formation is complex and the formation patterns are numerous. If the seedlings cannot be drawn, they will find something to draw them by themselves.

He has painted all the awesome and chicken.

Now it's the turn of painting the spiritual field.

Miao'er painted Lingtian, but according to the brushwork of ink painting, the drawing looks like a formation and not a formation.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, then suddenly became stunned.

Formation... Lingtian...

Mo Hua frowned and thought of something vaguely.

At this time, another mountain wind blew, blowing the rice seedlings, forming green waves, one heavy after another, connecting all the spiritual fields into one and rippling into the distance.

All spiritual fields are like one, echoing each other.

Mo Hua suddenly stood up, and a storm waves arose in his heart.

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