Author: Guanxu

Since he got the "Thousand Form Collection Records", Mo Hua has been reading it without putting it down. When he encountered a formation he was interested in, he went to Mr. Zhuang's library and then wrote down the doubts bit by bit.

In the morning or evening, go and ask Mr. Zhuang for advice.

It is quite difficult for a casual cultivator to obtain a formation map. When copying the formation for Mo Shi, in addition to the basic array map such as the open fire array, other slightly more difficult array maps are required to pay additional spiritual stones.

But Mo Hua now has nearly a thousand array diagrams in his hand. If he learns all the thousands of arrays, it is no problem to become a first-grade array master. Just thinking about it, Mo Hua is very excited.

Mo Hua learned the formation day and night, like a little mouse that fell into the rice warehouse, wishing to stuff all the rice warehouse into her stomach.

During the day, I read the array book and paint the array, asked Mr. Zhuang for questions, and then practiced repeatedly on the residual monument of the sea of ​​consciousness at night.

After learning "Tianyan Jue", Mo Hua learned "Tianyan Jue". According to Mr. Zhuang, when learning formations, it is important to be extensive and not specialized, so he did not seek much understanding. As long as he could draw the formation, he would even forget the name of the formation as soon as he had learned to draw some formations.

For several months, the spiritual consciousness of ink painting has been in full to exhaustion, and then it continues to recover to fullness and then use it to exhaustion.

Mo Hua's cultivation has not improved in an instant, but his spiritual consciousness has become deeper and his theoretical understanding of formation has not increased. However, he is more calm when learning and portraying formations. The obscure and complex formation patterns used to look natural and friendly at this time.

"What are you looking at?"

One day, Mo Hua was reading a book, and Bai Zisheng leaned over and asked.

Mo Hua has been studying the formation these days and has not paid much attention to Bai Zisheng. Aunt Xue seems to think Bai Zisheng is a little absent-minded and has stricter requirements for Bai Zisheng. In addition to practicing, various homeworks are arranged in the formation, alchemy and weapon refining.

Although Mr. Zhuang is the husband of the Bai family brother and sister, he has always been in a state of stocking. The purpose of the Bai family brother and sister does not seem to be to let Mr. Zhuang guide his practice. In order not to arouse Mr. Zhuang's disgust, in addition to regular greetings and teachings, he does not often disturb Mr. Zhuang.

Therefore, Aunt Xue was arranged by the Bai brothers and sisters, and the cultivation method of the Bai family's direct disciples was inherited from the same lineage.

It's okay in the family, Bai Zisheng doesn't want to pay attention to the clan, so when he is studying and practicing behind closed doors, he can calm down. When he is outside, he sees something new and interesting and ink paintings that can speak, so he feels that this kind of practice is a bit boring.

Mo Hua looked at the book with his eyes attentively, but he lifted up the cover of the book so that Bai Zisheng could see it.

Bai Zisheng tilted his head and read it word by word, "Thousand Formation... Collection... Record..."

"What's so good about this?"

Mo Hua asked, "Do you have one too?"

Bai Zisheng shook his head, "The Bai family's library contains the formations included in the clan into a booklet for the disciples of the clan to learn and review. This can not only broaden the horizons of the formations, but also facilitate searching when you need to learn a certain type of formation. This kind of disciple who collects the records of the formations will have a copy, which is not too rare."

Every disciple of aristocratic family has one, which is not rare...

Mo Hua, who was a casual cultivator, did not intend to pay attention to such people who stood and spoke without a back pain, so he just said "Oh" perfunctorily.

When Bai Zisheng saw Mo Hua ignored him, he scratched his head and said, "How about you lend me a look?"

"Didn't you say that there is something in your family? What else do you see?"

"The inheritances of different families and sects are different, and the formations recorded in the collection also differ. I want to see what kind of formations Mr. Zhuang has included."

Ink painting is a little hesitant.

"Just take a look!" Bai Zisheng said kindly.

"That's OK."

Ink painting closed the thick "Thousand Form Collection" and handed it to Bai Zisheng.

Bai Zisheng took it, flipped it over, and then opened his mouth wide:

"There are actually more than a thousand formations!"

Mo Hua rolled her eyes, "Didn't the "Thousand-Range Collection Record" be written above?"

"You don't understand. People who compile collections are often very proud of their face and love to embellish them. If they include ten formations, they will be called the Hundred Formation Map. If they include thousands of formations, they will be called the Ten Thousand Formation Map. Some people often use the words "opening the sky", "piping the earth", "creation", and "divine power" to name their skills. It sounds like a fool, but it is actually just a low-quality martial art..."

"Do monks in the Taoist world also like to do this?"

"If you have not cultivated and become an immortal, you will still be a human being. If you are a human being, you like to brag."

"oh."

Mo Hua thought of the martial arts "Tianyan Jue" he practiced, and it also touched the word "tian", and the grade was not very high. Is it also used to fool people?

However, this is an ancient martial art, which should have been created by ancient monks. Most of the ancients should be more honest...

Ink painting sincerely hopes.

Bai Zisheng continued to flip through the album, and the more he watched it, he became more and more surprised. He quickly waved to Bai Zixi and said, "Zixi Zixi, come and see, I have never seen many formations before!"

Bai Zixi, who was practicing quietly while standing there, also leaned over his little head when he heard this.

Mo Hua asked in confusion: "The Bai family should be a big family. The formations included by the sir are more than those included in your family?"

Bai Zisheng was dissatisfied and corrected: "It's just a first-grade formation below the first grade, and it's hard to say that a high-grade formation is."

"Although the Bai family has a formation inheritance, it is actually not good at formations. It is normal that the included formations are not as good as Mr. Zhuang." Bai Zixi said calmly.

"Hmph!" Bai Zisheng snorted, but he didn't dare to lose his temper with Bai Zixi, and could not refute it, so he could only feel sulky.

Bai Zixi continued to flip through the album, her eyes brighter and brighter as she looked. She looked like she couldn't let go of her. After a moment, she raised her head and looked at the ink painting with her eyes as bright as autumn water.

Although she didn't say anything, Mo Hua understood the meaning in her eyes at a glance.

Mo Hua was confused for a moment, then sighed, "I can only lend it to you for one afternoon."

Everyone is a fellow disciple. Mr. Zhuang knows it, so he probably won’t blame him.

A faint smile appeared on Bai Zixi's fair and flawless face, just like the morning glow dyed after the lotus comes out of the water, clear and bright.

Bai Zixi took out a book without a cover from the storage bag and handed it to Mo Hua: "This is a collection of formations below the Bai family's first-grade and below. Take it to take a look. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he happily took the book and looked through it.

Although the formations recorded in the book are not as much as Mr. Zhuang gave, some more basic formations should be recorded in detail and more easily understood. They should be specially designed for introductory disciples. There are handwritten notes in many places, with beautiful handwriting, and it looks like they were written by Bai Zixi.

"Isn't this going against the clan rules?"

Mo Hua was a little worried, he knew that some families had strict restrictions on the inheritance of formations.

"Can you..." Bai Zisheng nodded.

"No!" Bai Zixi denied.

"Why?"

"Because I gave it to you!"

Bai Zixi was light and decisive.

Although I don’t know why, Mo Hua felt that Bai Zixi was a bit inexplicably handsome when she said this.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua would not only learn from Bai Zixi by himself, but also occasionally learn from Bai Zixi. Only then did he realize that Bai Zixi's formation has a profound foundation than him, so he also warned himself even more that the formation is endless and not to be complacent.

When learning the formation, Bai Zixi occasionally had some questions, so Mo Hua would write down it down together, and then go to Mr. Zhuang to ask, and after asking clearly, he would go to Bai Zixi to talk to Bai Zixi. This also led to the increasing number of times Mo Hua asked Mr. Zhuang.

After asking Mr. Zhuang for advice on this day, Mr. Zhuang frowned and said, "This is not good."

"What's wrong?" Old Kuang asked casually.

"This child Mo Hua comes to ask me about things every day, and I have no time to close my eyes and realize the truth!"

"It's sleep..." Kuang Lao exposes it mercilessly.

Mr. Zhuang pretended not to hear it and said in thought: "What should I do..."

"You won't answer?"

Mr. Zhuang remembered the clear and clear eyes of the ink painting, full of seeking knowledge, and sometimes full of admiration, and shook his head and said:

"How can that be done? If you ask a question, you know but don't answer. You are not a good gentleman."

"When did you start caring about this?"

“From the beginning.”

Old Pu was too lazy to pay attention to him. He held a piece of wood in his hand and didn't know what was carved. The carving knife wandered on the wood. The wood chips fell down one after another, but no sound was made.

Mr. Zhuang was lying leisurely in Chazi Mountain, looking at the sky with his eyes, staring at the wooden beams above the pavilion for a long time, wandering outside the sky, and then came to his senses after a while.

"You have to find an excuse to sleep in." Mr. Zhuang thought.
Chapter completed!