Chapter 74 Tianyan Jue

Author: Guanxu

Chapter 74 Tianyan Jue

When Mo Hua found Mr. Zhuang, he was taking a leisurely nap.

Mo Hua opened the food box, which contained beef prepared in various ways, as well as some refreshing vegetables, and fruits that were convenient for drinking. The aroma of meat and wine slowly came out.

Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes and said, "It's the fourth level of Qi refining, not bad."

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thanks to sir for your teachings."

Mr. Zhuang waved his hand, then slowly sat up, took a sip of wine, tasted a bite of meat, and lay back leisurely.

"How did you learn the formation?"

"I'm already trying to draw the formation of seven formations. My spiritual sense should be enough, but I still need to practice the formation for a while."

Mr. Zhuang's expression did not change, but his chewing movements slowed down a bit, and he murmured in his heart: "The fourth level of Qi refining, seven formations..."

"Sir, should I still learn the formation as before?" Mo Hua hesitated for a while and asked.

"Any doubts?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "Putting what you have learned into practice, drawing formations on different formation media, and taking advantage of the effectiveness of formations at the same time can indeed deepen your understanding of formations..."

"Then just keep doing it." Mr. Zhuang said, "Becoming a first-level or even higher-level formation master is difficult to say and easy to say. Just keep painting formations, keep painting, keep painting...

…It’s just that not many people can really persevere.”

Mr. Zhuang has some profound meaning.

Mo Hua felt relieved and was about to leave when Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked:

"Has there been any change in your Tianyan Jue?"

"Well, my spiritual power has become stronger."

"When you break through the realm, your spiritual power will become stronger. It has nothing to do with the technique." Mr. Zhuang said.

"Then...my consciousness has also become stronger."

"If you break through the realm, your spiritual consciousness will also become stronger. It has nothing to do with the technique."

"I feel that my consciousness has become more sensitive to the control of spiritual power..." Mo Hua said halfway, and suddenly became a little unsure, "Is this not related to the technique?"

For a moment, Mo Hua felt that Mr. Zhuang's gaze seemed a little sharper. When he looked at it again, it seemed that nothing had changed. The moment just now was just an illusion.

"Draw a formation for me to see." Mr. Zhuang said calmly.

"Oh," Mo Hua took out the paper and laid it out, holding on to his pen and asked: "Sir, what kind of formation should you draw?"

"Draw a three-talent formation."

"yes."

I had just painted the ink painting of the Sancai Formation not long ago, and I remembered that it was familiar, so I finished it in one go. I felt quite satisfied with the ink painting, but when I looked at Mr. Zhuang, I found that Mr. Zhuang's attention did not seem to be on the formation.

"Sir, is something wrong?"

Mr. Zhuang thought for a moment and said, "Your formation speed has become faster."

"With a breakthrough in realm, won't drawing formations become faster?" Mo Hua asked.

"No!" Mr. Zhuang said firmly.

"The strength of your spiritual consciousness determines whether you are qualified to learn formations. Your understanding of formations determines whether you can draw formations. Your proficiency in formations determines how quickly you can draw formations. After you are proficient to a certain level, the only thing you can do is

What can affect the speed of drawing an array is the control power of divine consciousness."

"The control power of divine consciousness?"

"That's right," Mr. Zhuang said, "Spells, controlling objects, and painting formations are all methods of cultivation in which the control of spiritual consciousness is very important. You have a low level of cultivation now and have not yet been exposed to it. You will understand it in the future."

Mo Hua's eyes were filled with anticipation: "Then my technique is still... quite powerful."

Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink painting, hesitated and said:

"The world of cultivation is so vast that it is full of surprises. Some of the effects of the exercises are so powerful that they can change one's life, which is unimaginable. All you can say is that it's not bad, at least it's better than ordinary exercises."

The old man, who had been standing in the corner without any presence, silently gave Mr. Zhuang a roll of his eyes.

But Mo Hua is already very happy. If Mr. Zhuang, who is well-informed and well-informed, can say "it's okay", that's already very good for Mo Hua.

Mr. Zhuang continued: "Even so, you must understand that you must be wary of others. It is best not to tell others about things related to your own practice. If others find out about the special features of your skills, they will definitely try to find ways to do so."

Robbery will not take into account your life or death."

"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

Although he has never encountered the story of killing people to seize treasures or killing people to seize inheritance, he has read the stories many times, so he has a deep understanding of them.

The rafters will rot when they are young, and the pigs will be slaughtered when they become fat.

"Then if someone asks you why your consciousness is so sharp, what would you say?" Mr. Zhuang took a test on ink painting.

"Hmm...or am I...talented?" Mo Hua said hesitantly.

Mr. Zhuang looked like a child who could be taught.

"Won't you get beaten up?" Mo Hua was a little unsure.

"When you say this, you can use a more humble tone. Even if you are beaten, it is better than being caught, tortured, and then killed." Mr. Zhuang followed suit.

Mo Hua thinks it makes sense. Mr. Zhuang is indeed well-informed.

After talking about the exercises, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something: "Sir, what exactly is the re-formation?"

"Have you seen the re-formation?"

"Well, Mr. Feng's alchemy furnace in Xinglin Pavilion uses a wood fire spirit control array, which is a complex array."

"Reforming, this is troublesome..."

Mr. Zhuang thought to himself, and then waved to the corner.

Only then did Mo Hua realize that Mr. Puppet had been standing in the corner, but he never showed any breath, so he never noticed it.

The old man retreated behind the bookshelf, and after a while he came out with a thick book and handed the book to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took it and saw the four words "Preliminary Interpretation of the Fuxing Formation" written on the title page of the book.

"This book records relevant knowledge about the complex formation. There are also several basic diagrams of the complex formation in the explanations. You can take a look at it to expand your horizons, but don't spend too much energy. It's too early for you to learn this now.

Already."

Mo Hua was overjoyed. He was originally embarrassed for disturbing Mr. Zhuang's rest. Now he can read and learn first, and then ask Bai Zixi or Bai Zisheng. If he doesn't understand anything, he can ask Mr. Zhuang for advice. He will get twice the result with half the effort, and he will not pass.

Please bother Mr. Zhuang more. After all, Mr. Zhuang doesn’t have many hobbies. He only eats and sleeps.

"Thank you Mr. Zhuang!"

Mo Hua thought of Puppet Lao again. He looked around and found that Puppet Lao was missing again. After looking around again, he realized that Puppet Lao was actually beside him.

It seems that when the boss wants you to see him, you can see him, but when he doesn't want you to see him, you can't.

It might be an illusion, or of course it might just be that the aura of the old man is hidden too well.

Mo Hua handed a storage bag to the puppeteer. There were about seven or eight boxes of pine nuts in the storage bag, all of which were specially roasted by Mo Hua's mother.

The old man took the storage bag with a hint of joy in his eyes...

Although on the surface it seemed that the old man's expression had not changed at all, Mo Hua felt that his mood at this time should be considered happy.

"Sir, I won't disturb your enlightenment anymore."

Mo Hua saluted and then left happily.

Mr. Zhuang sighed, "Good boy, it's so worry-free!"

Then he ate another bite of meat, drank a sip of wine, and lay down leisurely.
Chapter completed!