The next day, Mo Hua finished his class in the preaching room and was packing up his jade slips and books to return to his disciples' residence. When he looked up, he saw a Taoist boy waving to him at the door.

"Mo Hua, Mr. Xun asked you to go there."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then nodded, "Okay."

Walking on the long steps of Taixu Mountain, Mo Hua always had a bad premonition, so he asked Tong in a low voice:

"What happened this time?"

The Taoist boy shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."

"Is Mr. Xun angry this time?"

"I'm angry..." Tao Tong frowned and shook his head, "But it doesn't look like that. His expression is very serious. It looks like something big has happened. Elder Xun is trembling with fear."

"Elder Xun?"

"Elder Xun Ziyou is the great-great-grandson of our ancestor and serves as an elder in the inner sect."

Mo Hua nodded slightly and remembered the name.

The Taoist boy glanced at Mo Hua worriedly, "Anyway, be careful and don't make the ancestor angry."

Mo Hua was a little confused, "I didn't do anything. If the old gentleman is angry, does it have anything to do with me?"

"Who knows..." Tao Tong was walking in front, suddenly turned his head and whispered: "Mo Hua, the little tiger you gave me, I broke it again..."

"What did you do?" Mo Hua looked at him silently.

The Taoist boy was a little embarrassed and muttered: "I played puppet battle with Qingfeng Mingyue and the others. The tiger won, but it was broken..."

Mo Hua sighed.

The Taoist boy felt guilty.

Mo Hua then said: "Then I'll make another one for you when you have time. If you want to fight beasts, I'll make you a more fierce one, but you have to provide the puppet materials yourself, and I'll draw the formations..."

The Taoist boy's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "I got some good gold and jade. I will make them into puppets when I have time, and I will use them to draw formations for you."

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay."

The Taoist boy looked happy and said, "Mo Hua, you are so kind. If anything happens next time, I will let you know."

As they talked, the two of them arrived at the elder's residence.

The Taoist boy immediately suppressed the smile on his face, respectfully led Mo Hua to Mr. Xun, bowed, and then retreated.

Mo Hua secretly looked at Mr. Xun and found that although Mr. Xun's expression was complicated, he was not too angry, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, old sir." Mo Hua saluted.

Mr. Xun nodded slightly and said:

"I didn't call you here for anything else. I just suddenly remembered that I still have some formation experience collected in my hand. It may be helpful to you in learning the formation. You can take it and take a look..."

Mo Hua was very surprised. He thought that Mr. Xun found out that he had done "bad things" again and wanted to criticize him.

Unexpectedly, it was a good thing.

Mo Hua looked delighted and said: "Thank you, old sir!"

Mr. Xun took out some dark jade slips and old manuscripts and handed them to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took it respectfully and turned it over.

As expected, the jade slips and manuscripts all contain some insights into the formation, some involving the formation eye, some involving the formation hub, and some demonstrating variations of the formation pattern.

Glancing at the ink painting from the corner of his eye, he was suddenly startled.

He saw two unexpected words:

Stream!

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and he quickly picked up the manuscript. He quickly glanced at it and saw that the manuscript indeed recorded some insights and understandings of "Array":

"The flow of formations is the source of formations in the heavens. Tens of thousands of formations are united into one, and one can lead to all."

"Those who have mastered the formations and have thoroughly understood the formations of all heavens can return to their origins and summarize the origins of the formations."

"And those who understand the formation flow can also transform one into ten thousand, outline the contract, and govern ten thousand formations..."

…

Mo Hua was shocked.

These words... are very familiar, and this is not the first time he has heard them...

Mo Hua glanced at Mr. Xun with some hesitation and said in a harsh voice:

"Old sir, this manuscript is..."

Mr. Xun said: "This belongs to an old friend."

"Old friend?"

"Yes." Mr. Xun nodded slightly, his eyes were filled with sadness, "Back then, this old friend came to my Taixu Gate as a guest, and he sat down with me to discuss Taoism and exchange formations. This manuscript is the record of the exchanges with him about formations.

Some of my thoughts and insights..."

"This old friend..." Mr. Xun looked calm, his eyes were slightly solemn, and he said slowly: "My surname is Zhuang."

village……

Mo Hua suddenly lost his concentration and froze on the spot, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Master..."

Old Mr.

Mr. Xun also sighed slightly.

He is undoubtedly that man's disciple...

The sadness and loss in Mo Hua's eyes only lasted for a moment, and then they all sank into the bottom of his eyes, turning into deep pools that were difficult to detect.

Mo Hua looked as usual and said in an admiring tone:

"Old sir, this old friend of yours must be a senior with excellent formation skills."

Mr. Xun nodded and sighed: "Yes."

"This senior..." Mo Hua paused slightly, then asked, "Where is he now?"

Mr. Xun was a little surprised. He glanced at Mo Hua silently, shook his head and said:

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to see each other again in this life."

Mo Hua lowered his head and remained silent.

Mr. Xun looked at it, feeling a little distressed for no reason.

He silently looked at the ink painting in front of him.

It has been three years since I started, and Mo Hua has grown taller now, but my temperament has not changed much.

At first, he only thought that the child was innocent and cute, he studied formations seriously and hard, and he had a high level of understanding, so he liked him.

Later I learned that his spiritual talent was incredible, and he treated him like a treasure.

But now, knowing that Mo Hua was that man's disciple, Mr. Xun was shocked and his mood became much more complicated.

That man possesses the unique skill of calculating heavenly secrets. Every move he makes has far-reaching plans and contains unpredictable heavenly secrets.

Now that man's heavenly secret has been cut off, and the Guixu Celestial Burial has appeared in the world, but he secretly left behind an unknown young disciple who, by chance, joined the Taixu Sect...

Does this also contain some deep meaning?

Mr. Xun was full of thoughts.

After a while, Mo Hua raised his head, his eyes full of expectation, and asked in a low voice: "Old sir, this manuscript..."

"Just keep it," Mr. Xun said gently, "It's just for you, so just take it and take a look at it if you don't have anything to do."

Mo Hua held the manuscript tightly and said gratefully: "Thank you, old sir!"

Mr. Xun smiled slightly, patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go back, we have classes in the afternoon."

"Um."

Mo Hua nodded, bowed respectfully to Mr. Xun, then said goodbye and left, but his back looked a little lonely.

Mr. Xun sighed.

This thin and thin body may carry a terrifying and huge cause and effect...

There were some things that he didn't point out clearly, but he knew it well and just let it take its course.

There is only one important thing.

That is ink painting.

No matter what cause and effect happened to him, he is now wearing the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, that is, he is a disciple of Taixu Sect.

And from now on, everyone must be a disciple of Taixu Sect!
To be continued...