On the mountain road, Dabai pulled the carriage and walked towards Mr. Zhuang's established destination without any speed.

According to Mr. Zhuang, the place he was going to was a sect with whom he had old friends.

Mo Hua asked what sect it was.

Mr. Zhuang kept silent and said nothing, he just knew it.

I didn't ask about ink painting anymore.

Along the way, Mr. Zhuang also asked Mo Hua to pay attention and use his spiritual sense to calculate, and look for traces of the formation.

Along the way, Mo Hua did sense the aura of some formations, and used his spiritual sense to calculate the formation patterns of the formations, and gave them to Mr. Zhuang for a look.

Mr. Zhuang would mostly nod.

Occasionally, some mistakes are pointed out to make the ink painting pay attention to it.

Some of these mistakes are because the ink painting formation is not experienced enough and the formation hub pattern is incorrect;

Some of them were careless and missed a few array patterns;

There are some other reasons, because the method of decomposition is wrong, so the spiritual trajectory of the formation goes apart...

Mohua takes these questions one by one in his heart, ponders them repeatedly, and strives to not commit them again next time.

In this way, while rushing, you can perceive, calculate, and verify.

Thanks to this, the spiritual sense of ink painting has become more and more mature.

Unfortunately, although the formations calculated by Yan are not rare, most of them are not rare.

The number of array patterns is still only between seven patterns and nine patterns.

There is no second-grade formation.

In the second-grade state realm, only first-grade formations are usually used.

Second-grade formations, spiritual stones are consumed a lot, and most family sects within the second-grade cannot be used.

Most formation masters who can draw second-grade formations will not stay in the second-grade state realm.

In addition, there is no ultimate formation that ink painting is looking for.

At first, I thought I had missed it.

But Mr. Zhuang didn't let everyone stop, so there should be no one.

Mr. Zhuang cannot miss it.

I thought about it and felt it was right.

If there are extreme formations everywhere, then there will be a lot of streets.

How can the formation of the streets be called "ultimate formation"?

Moreover, ink painting has learned to use thick soil formation.

The thick earth formation is the eleven-patterned array.

The spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua is now also has eleven patterns, which can be used to temper the spiritual consciousness with the help of the thick earth formation.

The carriage stops and rests halfway.

Mo Hua would run out of the car, let go of his spiritual sense first, find some fresh tender grass, and feed it to Dabai.

Then, while watching Dabai eat grass, he practiced the thick soil formation on the ground.

This is the only way to practice the Thick Earth Formation.

Ink painting uses Taoist stele to visualize the Taoist mortals on the earth, making Taoist stele overload, and has not recovered yet.

The ink painting thought it was broken.

Fortunately, after observing for a few days, I found that the Taoist stele was just grayer, and the surface of the stele was still empty and there were no other abnormalities.

The aura of the Taoist monument is gradually recovering, and it seems that it will be better after a while.

Mo Hua finally felt relieved.

But in a short period of time, it is impossible to practice formations with the help of Taoist monuments.

And the thick soil array cannot be drawn on paper.

In Mo Hua can only wait for a break, find a piece of land, squat on the ground to draw a formation.

Not only practice formations, understand the Taoist aggregates, but also enhance spiritual consciousness.

Every time a thick earth array was drawn on the ground, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual consciousness was in line with the earth, and his understanding of the great Taoist aggregate was also profound.

With this wonderful experience, the growth of the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is not slow.

But there is still some distance from the twelve-patterned spiritual consciousness.

...

Everyone sat in the carriage that day.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were reviewing Mr. Zhuang’s formations.

Even the formation that cannot be learned even ink painting.

Mo Hua was a little curious, but he was curious and didn't go to see it.

Mr. Zhuang must consider his actions, and there may be some cause and effect that he cannot touch on.

Mo Hua himself looked at the array book and practiced the derivation of spiritual consciousness.

Mr. Zhuang was closing his eyes and resting.

After a moment, Mr. Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and said:

"It's the New Year."

The three disciples were all stunned.

I calculated the time of the ink painting, and it seemed that today is indeed New Year's Eve.

In the past, when he was in Tongxian City, during the New Year Festival, there were red lanterns hanging on the streets, and the market was filled with a wide range of goods, people came and went, and every family was filled with the fragrance of food...

But now there is no village in front and no shop in back.

There is only a remote mountain road, with cliffs on both sides and weeds on the roadside.

Thinking of Tongxian City, Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.

"I wonder how everyone in Tongxian City is doing?"

"Are you celebrating the New Year in a lively manner again?"

"And my parents, are you healthy and safe?"

"I don't know if they miss me..."

Mo Hua muttered silently in her heart, a little homesick and a little depressed.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting, with a little pity, and said:

"When you go out, everything will be simple. But since it is the New Year, you still have to spend it simply."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Do we want to pass it too?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhuang nodded gently.

"But...we have nothing." Mo Hua murmured.

"If you want anything, just look for Pu Lao." Mr. Zhuang said.

Mo Hua was stunned and looked back at Pu Lao.

Old Kuang also nodded, "You have everything you want."

Ink painting immediately became happy.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were also excited.

The eyes of the three children are all shiny.

As if he was infected by emotions, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile on the corner of his mouth.

...

So everyone, of course, started preparing for the ink paintings.

He counted at the Pu Lao with his fingers:

"Grandpa Puppet, I want lanterns and firecrackers, I have surplus every year, I have to have fish, I have to go step by step, I have to have cake..."

The ink paintings are counted one by one.

Old Kuang nodded and said, "You can wait a moment."

Then, in front of the ink painting, the person disappeared.

In half an hour, Old Kuang Ye appeared without realizing it and threw several storage bags on the ground.
To be continued...