"You go up and draw the formation I just mentioned."

It's a chance for him.

It's okay to draw it, but if you can't draw it, you'll be in trouble...

Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.

Just draw the formation...

In front of the formation room, there is a large formation plate. Mr. Xun will draw the formation while explaining the formation principle.

Mo Hua respectfully walked to the front plate of the formation, picked up the pen, looked up, and was stunned.

He was a little nervous just now and forgot to look at it. When he looked up, he found that there were four formations on the formation plate.

"Draw the formation I just mentioned..."

What Mr. Xun said just now is, which formation is it?

Mo Hua was dozing off, how could he know...

Mo Hua held the pen, hesitated a little and could only stand stupidly.

The disciples below were also worried for him and said in a low voice:

"It's over..."

"He dares to doze off in Mr. Xun's class..."

"He doesn't know how to draw, he's going to be in trouble now..."

"No, I'm nervous when I look..."

"Oh no, I'm distracted just now... I won't be discovered by Mr. Xun, I won't be able to click me next... The ancestor of the Cheng family blesses, don't click me up, I won't be able to..."

...

The ink painting was still hesitating, and at this moment, I suddenly felt a chill on my back.

This is... Mr. Xun's divine thought?

Mo Hua was stunned and his heart skipped a beat.

It's over, Mr. Xun is really angry...

"Forget it, let's cover one..."

The ink painting closed its eyes and picked the most difficult one. With a small hand, the pen was moved, and the pen was drawn in a row, and it was finished in three or five steps...

After finishing the painting, the missionary room became quiet instantly...

The coolness on the back of the ink painting also faded a little.

"I'm confused..."

Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the whispers started to whisper again, and the disciples whispered again:

"just……"

"His little hand was swishing, I couldn't see clearly..."

“Draw so fast!”

"Why is he so skillful..."

"...But, he drew the wrong one, it's not the one..."

Mo Hua had a keen sense of spiritual consciousness and could hear it clearly, and complained in her heart:

"It's not this one, you tell me which one is it!"

Mo Hua had no choice but to look at the other three formations again, feeling the chill on his back, and it became a little heavier, and then he knew that Mr. Xun was starting to get angry again.

Don’t do it again and again!

The ink painting was randomly covered, and after a few swishes, the painting was finished again.

The mission room is quieter.

The needle can be heard.

Before Mohua could breathe a sigh of relief, another disciple whispered:

“It’s faster…”

"Is this the speed that a foundation-building monk can have..."

"Did he grow up by eating the array map?"

"Which aristocratic family is it a monk? The formation is drawn quickly and well, the Ming family? Or the Zheng family?..."

"I envy, it would be great if these hands could lend me a formation..."

...

"But, Mr. Xun said this, it's not like this..."

Mo Hua took a breath silently.

Not yet?!

He felt helpless and began to get a little angry.

Not yet!!

Then I won’t be confused, I’ll draw them all!

Four full pictures, it shouldn't be wrong!

With a wave of the ink painting, he created a shadow on his wrist. His brushwork outlined like the wind, walking like clouds, and flowing like water. In less than a moment, he finished the other two formations...

The missionary room was even more silent as if it was dead.

The disciples below opened their mouths wide and couldn't speak. Looking at Mo Hua's eyes, it was like looking at a "little formation demon" wearing human skin...

After finishing drawing the fourth formation, Mo Hua put the pen aside, lowered his head, and stood obediently on the side.

Mr. Xun's eyes were turbid. He looked at the ink painting and was silent for a while. He didn't know what he was thinking. Finally, his voice was stern, but there was a hint of trembling.

"Even if you have some talent, you should not be proud and arrogant, and you should not be complacent and slack..."

"Not to be an example!"

Although his tone was stern, he said, "I won't be the case."

Mo Hua knew that he had escaped the disaster, and breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully:

"The old man teaches me, please remember!"

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, "Today's class is over, you can go back."

The other disciples also got up and saluted respectfully, "Disciple, take your leave!" Then they left the mission room with slight hands and feet.

The ink paintings also mingled in the crowd and sneaked away.

Mr. Xun said nothing.

Until all the disciples left, he looked at the formation plate, and the ink brush was drawn quickly. The four pairs of them were so strict that they were not bad at all, and they were ranked first-class.

Mr. Xun's turbid eyes opened slightly, and a trace of light burst out.

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Chapter completed!