"Um."

"Is the formation very powerful?"

Zheng Fang nodded and said, "It's amazing! He is one of the most powerful true elders in our clan."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and she wanted to ask again, but she was afraid that it would delay Zheng Fang's time to see him off.

Just at this moment, a man with half-white hair and a tall figure and solemn eyes and straight eyebrows came over.

"Zheng Fang."

The man called out.

Zheng Fang turned around and immediately said respectfully: "Little uncle."

Mo Hua was stunned, looked up at the person who came, and saw that he was majestic, with deep eyes, and there seemed to be thunder in his eyes, with a momentum of not being angry but powerful.

Moreover, he has a profound cultivation and feels like he is transformed into a feather.

Real person in the Yuhua Realm!

Zheng Fang hurriedly introduced to the ink painting:

"This is the elder I told you, my little uncle, a fourth-grade formation master, and he serves as an elder in Qiandao Sect."

When I heard the front, I admired it in my heart, but when I heard the last word "Qian Daozong", my expression became colder.

He had never had any good feelings for Qiandao Sect, so he had no idea of ​​talking.

And the person coming was Elder Zheng.

He didn't care about Mo Hua, a little disciple, until Zheng Fang introduced Mo Hua:

"Little uncle, this is what I mentioned to you, my youngest brother from Taixu Sect."

Elder Zheng was a little surprised.

When Zheng Fang told him, he thought that the "little" of this "little brother" was a young man of his seniority.

Because they are all of them, they are recommended as senior brothers, so the word "small" is added.

But now that I saw it with my own eyes, I realized that this "Little Brother" is really a little...

Looking at him, he is not very old, very tender and fair-looking. Just looking at his appearance, it is almost hard to believe that he would be the "little senior brother" of Taixu Sect.

However, there is no order of Tao, and those who are good at it are respected.

You can't judge people by their appearance.

Since he can be a "little senior brother", it means that at least there must be outstanding in the formation.

Elder Zheng looked a little gentle, "Little brother, what's your name?"

"Ink Painting." Ink Painting said.

"Ink Painting..." Elder Zheng read it silently, and couldn't help but be amazed, "Use ink painting array, dots ink like painting, a good name."

Mo Hua was praised for his name and he couldn't help but nod.

He also felt that the name his parents gave him was very good.

Therefore, I have a much better impression of this "Elder Zheng".

He actually wanted to ask the true elder of the Zheng family for advice on the formation, but he was a little concerned about his identity and asked:

"Are you really an elder of the Gandao Sect?"

Elder Zheng shook his head and said, "Not now."

Mo Hua was stunned, "No?"

Elder Zheng said: "I quit my position."

Mo Hua was very pleased: "That's good!"

Elder Zheng was a little surprised and said with a complicated expression:

"That's the position of elders of the top four major sects. Ordinary monks are reluctant to do it. I won't do it anymore. What's the point?"

"All said that ordinary monks cannot seek it. If you are truly capable, why should you suffer this leisure?" Mo Hua said.

According to his understanding, this kind of sect has strict hierarchy and strict distinction between superiors and inferiors.

If you want to do well, you have to pretend to be "grandson" and "grandfather" on the lower side, otherwise you will be angry everywhere.

The words of Mo Hua talked about Elder Zheng’s heart.

Elder Zheng asked again: "If you were given a quota for disciples of the Kindao Sect, would you be willing to go?"

Mo Hua shook her head: "They won't accept me."

It's really not accepted.

When he took the "Entering the Sect" given by his master, he traveled thousands of miles to the Gandao Sect, but he was still disliked by others that he had poor qualifications and was turned away.

The threshold of the Gandao Sect is too high, and he cannot reach it.

He still remembers this account in his heart.

Elder Zheng asked again for no reason, "What if they were willing to accept you? Will you go?"

Mo Hua still shook her head: "If you don't go, it's not rare."

He is now in Taixu Sect, so he doesn't do too well.

Mr. Xun taught him the formation, and the ancestor of Houshan taught him the magical thoughts to turn into swords.

So many elders of the sect are kind to him, and there is also a group of junior brothers who call him junior brothers every day.

Compared to Taixu Sect, it is not worth mentioning.

Seeing that Mo Hua was sincere in her expression and did not speak for her, Elder Zheng didn't care about the top Gandao Sect among the four major sects, and suddenly became interested:

"It is fate to meet you. I'll invite you to have tea and snacks."

Zheng Fang, who was beside him, opened his mouth wide.

This was the first time he saw his elder uncle, who had always been serious and rigid, and invited a foundation-building disciple to have tea.

Mo Hua was not polite either and smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Zheng."

Elder Zheng then found a teahouse nearby, asked for a private room, and Zheng Fang accompanied him to invite Mo Hua to drink tea and eat pastries.

The two chatted during the meal.

The ink painting is not restricted by Elder Zheng’s identity as the Yuhua Realm. He speaks calmly and is generous.

After all, he often hangs with the ancestor Dongxu in the sect.

Over time, the pattern will naturally occur. When you get along with other high-level monks, you will naturally not be frightened.

The two mainly talk about formations.

The more we talked, the more surprised Elder Zheng was. He didn't expect that the young brother, who was the nephew, had such a profound knowledge and skills in the formation, was really so profound. He asked:

"Little brother, where are you passed down from your family and where are your masters?"

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I am a casual cultivator, and I have no family tradition..."

Although there is a teacher, it is not convenient to say.

"Random cultivator..."

Elder Zheng was even more surprised.

He never expected that the current academic and state community could still accept it. A random cultivator with a bad spiritual root and no family background.

Aristocratic families monopolize and sects set up barriers. The poor have no place to establish themselves or study.

It is very difficult for casual cultivators.

Elder Zheng sighed in his heart.

He was curious again: "Since he is a casual cultivator, how can he join the Taixu Sect and learn this skill?"

Ink painting avoids heavy weight and is half true and half false, I will say simply:

"When I was young, I got the guidance of a formation master. I entered the sect. Later, I joined the Taixu Sect, which was a coincidence..."

"Mr. Xun from Taixu Sect is highly respected and has no distinction between teachings and does not mind my identity as a casual cultivator. I am now following him to learn the formation..."

"Mr. Xun..."

When Elder Zheng mentioned this name, he looked respectful and couldn't help but sigh:

"Taixu Sect is indeed the remains of the gate, with a very ancient style. Mr. Xun is really admirable."

He did not expect that the seemingly famous Gandao Sect had its own internal corruption.

On the contrary, the seemingly declining Taixu Sect actually has such an unconventional style of seeking Taoism.

As expected, it is actually hard to win the reputation.

The ancestor was also misunderstood at the beginning.
To be continued...