But he still has no clue where to hide it.

Even if the spiritual consciousness is derived, the specific position cannot be calculated.

Mo Hua sighed in her heart:

"It seems that you need to practice this method of derivation. If you can calculate it slightly in your mind like your master, and you can figure out where the formation is, so there is no need to be such trouble."

Miao'er followed the ink painting, like a little follower.

When Mo Hua went down the field, he also followed him. When Mo Hua looked at the spiritual rice, he also widened his eyes and looked at it. When Mo Hua painted the formation, he also grabbed the grass roots and copied them, painting on the ground.

Of course, he painted it in a doodle way, and he couldn't figure it out. He often went to draw a big cow and a chicken as he painted it.

Mo Hua asked him some questions.

He would also answer in a tender voice.

He doesn't understand complicated things, nor does he know the past, but he still knows some of the experiences and experiences in the fields.

Mo Hua would take out pastries to treat him to eat.

Miao'er refused symbolically for a few times, but in the end she couldn't refuse, so she said crisply: "Thank you brother!"

Then he politely took the pastry, held it in his hands, put it in his mouth, ate it slowly, and his eyes were smiling.

This Rimo Hua went to Lingtian again, and Miaoer still jumped and followed him as usual.

But unlike usual, there are many people standing at the intersection, seemingly waiting for him.

These people are all Lingnongs from Dongshan Village.

They were a little restrained, but they still saluted the ink painting together.

A big man said:

"Can you ask me... to draw some formations for us?"

After saying that, the Lingongs placed the basket and storage bags they carried with them in front of the ink picture.

Some have a few spirit stones, some have a few bags of spirit valleys, some have a chicken, and some have some jade pendants...

The big man said in shame:

"The gift is shabby, I hope the little gentleman... don't dislike it."

After saying that, everyone bowed together and saluted to the ink painting.

Among this group of monks, there are old and young, male and female.

Some are in their twilight years, with gray hair, while others are in their prime and tall and strong, but without exception, they all lower their heads to Mohua to show their entreaties.

And ink painting is just a thirteen-year-old monk.

As life forces them to bow their heads to a monk who is much younger than them.

Or, you have to bow to life.

Mo Hua sighed slightly in her heart, and nodded and said:

"Okay, I'll draw it for you."

The big man raised his head, and seemed to have never expected that Mo Hua agreed so quickly. He was shocked and grateful in his eyes, and he clasped his fists solemnly:

"Thank you, Mr.!"

The rest of the people were also very happy and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Mr.!"

...

Some of them offended the Sun family and were destroyed by others. The formations in the spiritual fields were not harvested by the planted spiritual rice;

Some have a tough temper and even if they starve to death, they are unwilling to ask the Sun family;

Most of them, like Old Man Ding, have cultivated the formation over and over again. They owe the Sun family debts and can't pay them back at all...

But the Sun family did not draw formations, so no one would draw for them.

In Lingnong, no one can draw formations at all.

Even if you want to learn, you have nowhere to learn.

The big man was leading the way respectfully in front of him.

Mo Hua followed him to the spiritual fields of various families and painted the formations one by one.

These formations that left them helpless were a slap in Mo Hua.

In Mo Hua held the pen in his hand and almost picked it up at will. With just a few strokes, he could finish out the formation.

A group of Lingnongers were shocked to see.

This is the first time they have seen someone who can draw a formation like this.

What's more, the person who draws the formation like this is still a young monk in his teens.

Ding Miaoer also looked at Mo Hua's back, her big eyes full of admiration.

Mo Hua focused on drawing the formation, and the originally incomplete formations in the spiritual field were also completed by him bit by bit.

As we were painting, a commotion came from afar.

Mo Hua looked back and saw a group of arrogant monks coming here with a fierce momentum.

While walking, they pushed Lingnong on the road, and then mowed the ridges of the fields again, and destroyed the formations that had just been drawn ink paintings one by one, one after another.

The monk in the lead was wearing brocade clothes and frivolous face. It was Sun Ze.

He walked to Mo Hua and smiled sinisterly:

"You little dear, you are ignorant."

Mo Hua slowly stood up, her clear eyes faintly revealing sharpness:

"It's you who is ignorant."

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Chapter completed!