Mr. Xun stood with his hands behind his back, and just took a look, the four sub-formations on the array plate were dissolved one by one, leaving no trace.

He walked out of the preaching pavilion and walked alone towards the back mountain along the jade avenue in the middle of Taixu Gate.

All the disciples along the way bowed and bowed:

"Hello Mr. Xun."

Mr. Xun nodded and said, "Okay."

When we arrived at the back mountain, all the elders of the inner gate and even the Zhenchuan elders bowed and bowed and said:

"Hello Mr. Xun."

Mr. Xun just nodded slightly to indicate.

After returning to the elder's residence, Mr. Xun brewed a cup of tea and ordered outside the door: "Go and get a homeland for me."

A Taoist boy outside the door bowed and said:

"Yes, ancestor."

Then Mr. Xun was in his room, a cup of tea and a book, frowning and thinking about something while reading.

The elder's residence is empty, quiet, and has nothing.

There is only one table and one cushion.

The tea tastes light and plain.

Mr. Xun didn't think there was anything.

After a stick of incense, the Taoist boy respectfully handed it to Mr. Xun with a copy of his hometown.

Mr. Xun nodded and took it, and glanced at it with a turbid gaze.

"Lizhou, second-grade Tongxian City, casual cultivator..."

"Middle-lower-grade spiritual roots..."

"It turned out to be a casual cultivator, his spiritual roots are middle and lower..."

Mr. Xun was slightly surprised, then nodded slightly, "Not only has the talent, I am still a little better..."

Mr. Xun looked down and saw a column of specialties, writing the four words "good at formations".

He pondered for a moment and nodded, "It's OK..."

Children from the state travel thousands of miles away to study here...

"It's rare..."

Mr. Xun looked a little moved, his eyes were slightly conspicuous, and he didn't know what he was thinking about...

...

Mo Hua was having dinner at the disciple's residence, and there were many disciples sitting next to him.

I have been enrolled in school for more than a month. The ink paintings are cute, speak nicely, and are innocent and innocent, so I have a good reputation. I am familiar with my fellow disciples from Taiyiju.

Disciples from aristocratic families are dedicated to practicing and are relatively late.

Although most of them are seventeen or eighteen years old, they are not well aware of the world, have never seen the dangers of the world, and have not yet reached the time to "pursuit fame and fortune", so they are not very scheming and pay attention to the friendship between classmates.

If you have a disciple, you will tell Mo Hua:

"Ink painting, be careful."

"You're having a big deal..."

"Mr. Xun is very stingy..."

There was a disciple next to him who made a "shhhh" move, "I want to die, I dare to say that Mr. Xun is not..."

"I'm talking here, he can't hear it..."

"It's hard to say..."

"So what can I do if I'm heard..."

"Then you will be able to experience the 'broadness and profoundness' of the formation in the next days..."

"That's right, Mr. Xun will focus on taking care of you and teach you those difficult and difficult formations. If your sea of ​​consciousness is exhausted and your hair is gone, you won't be able to learn it..."

"There is such a good thing?!"

"certainly……"

The disciple was stunned when he said halfway, and then he realized that a remark that was incorrect in these conversations had been mixed up...

He turned his head silently to look at Mo Hua, not knowing what to say.

Mo Hua asked in a low voice: "Can Mr. Xun teach difficult formations..."

The disciple's expression was subtle, "Mo Hua, why are you looking forward to it?"

"No, no." Mo Hua shook his head quickly.

"Nonsense, your eyes are glowing!"

"that is!"

"My eyes are like this!" Mo Hua said with a stern voice.

“…”

"But..." a disciple asked in confusion, "Mo Hua, why do you draw the formation so well?"

Mo Hua said shyly: "Okay? It's normal..."

Some people envied, jealous and hated, and gritted their teeth and said:

"Humility makes people progress, but excessive modesty can make people beaten!"

Mo Hua said: "I am a little better in the formation, so I have entered the school with a middle and lower-grade spiritual root..."

"Medium and low-quality?!"

All the disciples here were shocked.

"Are you a middle- and low-grade spiritual root?!"

"No wonder, I said your spiritual power is so weak..."

"The blood and energy are also a little weak..."

"Daoji is not solid either..."

"Not tall..."

Mo Hua was unhappy, "It's almost done..."

Just talk about blood and spiritual power. I am not tall. Can this be said?

The other disciples laughed apologetically.

Some people also said strangely: "No, no matter how well you learn the formation, you can't enter the middle and lower-grade spiritual roots..."

"Yes, my ancestor wanted to stuff a direct line of the upper and lower grade spiritual roots into the Taixu Sect, but after finding many relationships, they failed to succeed..."

"The upper and lower products are not good, let alone the middle and lower products..."

"Middle and low-grade, enter the eight major gates..."

The eyes of a group of people looking at the ink painting became strange...

After a while, several disciples walked straight over from a distance, stood in front of Mo Hua, with bright eyes and clasped their fists:

"Cheng family in Qianzhou, Cheng Mo, make friends!"

"My name is Situ Jian in Lizhou. In the future, I will be the best sword cultivator in Jiuzhou. I am polite!"

"Qianzhou Wenjia..."

"Genzhou..."

...

The ink painting is confused.

He thought that a bunch of them came over with great momentum to fight.

The result is to come... to make friends?

What's the meaning?

If I remember correctly in Mo Hua, I am talking about the "middle-lower" spiritual roots, not the "highest-highest"...

Could it be that the order of the spiritual roots of Taixu Sect is the opposite?

Is medium and low-quality products better than high-quality products?

Ink painting is very puzzled.

There was a disciple whispering in the distance. Although the voice was small, it still reached Mo Hua's ears.
To be continued...