Old Man Ding's grandson lay on the table, drinking the porridge without a grain of rice in small sips, forcing himself not to look at the chicken on the table, but occasionally he couldn't help it and would take a few glances.

Old Man Ding, the young grandson, is five or six years old and is named Ding Miaoer.

This name may be because I hope he can grow up smoothly like the rice seedlings in the fields.

The growth of rice seedlings means a bumper harvest in the year.

When a child grows up, it means peace and well.

Mo Hua finished drinking the porridge in the bowl, ate a piece of chicken, and then pushed the whole plate of meat in front of Miaoer.

"I'm full, give it to Miaoer."

Old man Ding hurriedly said, "How did this make it happen?"

Mo Hua said: "I will ask you some questions, and you will tell me, which is the reward for drawing the formation."

Old man Ding said: "Mr., if you have something to do, just ask. I know everything. This is my duty, but this..."

But Mo Hua did not allow him to refuse, "That's all."

Ding Miaoer shook her head and said angrily:

"Big brother, eat."

Mo Hua touched his head and said gently: "You eat it."

Ding Miaoer wanted to refuse.

Grandpa taught him that guests must be treated well when they come to the door.

But he was really hungry and hadn't known what meat tasted like for a long time.

He couldn't help but ate a bite of the chicken.

Then, in the fragrance of chicken, I lost myself and ate one by one...

Mo Hua touched his little head again.

Ding Miaoer raised her head, ate meat in her mouth, and her eyes were shiny.

Old man Ding felt distressed when he looked at it.

This is his biological grandson, let alone meat, he can't even eat enough food...

Ding Miaoer was on the side, concentrating on dealing with a plate of chicken.

Mo Hua asked Old Man Ding:

"Uncle Ding, are all the formations in this field painted by the Sun family?"

Old Man Ding nodded, "It has been hundreds of years since the Sun family's ancestors," he said.

"The ancestors of the Sun family?"

Old man Ding was a little moved, so he told Mo Hua:

"The ancestors of the Sun family, especially the ancestors of the Sun family, are famous masters of great formations and first-class good people."

"He was originally a monk from another place. Somehow, he was wandering here and saw the monks in Qianjia Town suffering. He became kind-hearted and drew a formation in the spiritual field."

"These formations can make the soil and water fertile, and the harvest of spiritual rice will help us not worry about food and clothing."

"The monks in Qianjia Town were so grateful to him, and tried their best to keep him, and built a mansion for him..."

"That's the Sun family's mansion, but it has been renovated several times by the Sun family for a large price, and it has long since disappeared."

"What happened later?" Mo Hua asked.

"Later..." Old Man Ding sighed, "Later, the ancestor of the Sun family passed away for some reason. I heard that he was learning the formation too much and his sea of ​​consciousness was broken, but this is a rumor. I don't know what the inside story is..."

"We are still grateful to the Sun family for their gratitude after passing away. Every year when we have a harvest, we will send some spiritual valleys to us."

"Gradually, these juniors of the Sun family took these for granted. They felt that we owe them the Sun family, so we should 'give them a gift'."

"Some people in the Sun family will blame us for their poor harvests and give less money. The Sun family will scold us, saying that we are ungrateful and ungrateful."

"What's even more excessive is that they were in a bad mood later. They not only wanted the harvest in the field, but also the girls in the village, who were maids for them and served them... How could we agree to this?"

"So this kindness becomes hatred..."

"Later, the more rift we cultivators were, the deeper the rift with the Sun family, and the Sun family relied on these formations and spoke loudly. Most of our harvest in a year would be supplied to them."

"But it's not OK to give it to you. It's close to the mountains, the land is barren, there is no formation, and the spiritual rice in the ground will soon dry up..."

Old man Ding sighed deeply.

Mo Hua listened, and felt a little moved, and asked again:

"What about the formation in this area? It was also passed down by the ancestor of the Sun family. Has it not changed?"

Old man Ding scratched his head, recalled it, and said:

"It seems not..."

"According to the older generation of monks in the village, the formation painted by the ancestor of the Sun family is without traces and does not need to be practiced, and it can be used for many years."

"Most of the current formations are drawn by the younger generation of the Sun family. They are often damaged and often need to be repaired."

But more specific, he didn't know.

The matter of the ancestor of the Sun family was a bit long ago, and he also heard that he knew nothing about the formation and could not explain why.

Mo Hua frowned.

This is strange.

Since it is a formation, how can it be without traces?

The younger generation of the Sun family should know the formation drawn by their ancestors, so why did they draw it again?

Do you just want to use formations to threaten the exploitation of cultivators who farm?

Do the Sun family know what kind of formation they painted?

I couldn't figure it out, and I remembered another question:

"Didn't the Sun family ask you to sell your children and daughters, but didn't let you sell the land to them?"

Generally speaking, the spiritual field is the most important.

There must be a reason why the Sun family actually kept such a large amount of fat meat and didn't eat it.

"The Sun family has a ancestral teaching..."

"Ancestral teachings?"

Old Man Ding nodded, "The ancestor of the Sun family made a ancestral teaching back then: Any children of the Sun family must not occupy a piece of land in Qianjia Town for life, otherwise they will be given up their surnames, dismissed their genealogy, and expelled from the family!"

Mo Hua was slightly surprised and sighed: "This ancestor of the Sun family is really a good formation master with a broad mind, which is a pity..."

Unfortunately, the descendants are unworthy.

Ding Miaoer finally finished eating the chicken. Looking at Mo Hua, she felt a little embarrassed and blushed.

This chicken was originally used by his grandfather to entertain the ink painting, but he ate it all.

Mo Hua smiled and said:

"I want to go to the fields to see, can you take me there?"

Miaoer, who had eaten her fill, immediately lit her little head: "Yes!"

Afterwards, Old Man Ding and Miaoer took Mo Hua to Lingtian for a walk.

Mo Hua asked some questions, and Old Man Ding also answered them one by one.

But Mo Hua still couldn't find any clues to the ultimate formation.

After looking at it, there are only six formation patterns in the spiritual field.

It was getting late, Mo Hua said goodbye and returned to the Sun's house.

When he saw Mr. Zhuang, he asked An. Mo Hua went back to the house and exchanged information with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Bai Zishengdao:

"The head of the Sun family, Sun Yi, is a fool!"

"Where are you stupid?" Mo Hua didn't quite understand.

Bai Zisheng looked around and whispered:

"He has learned formations for seventy or eighty years and has built a foundation. The formations are less than the first grade, and his spiritual consciousness is less than ten lines..."

Mo Hua opened her mouth wide, "He is an elm-wood head?"

Bai Zixi looked at the ink painting silently and said lightly:

"Not everyone learns the formation so quickly."

Mo Hua was slightly stunned and whispered: "That's not so slow... What are he doing every day?"

Bai Zisheng curled his lips, "Eat and drink tea, watch women dance, and invite Zixi and I to watch too..."
To be continued...