Mo Hua sighed, "I originally thought that although Qian Xing was arrogant and domineering, at best he was just a playboy who bullied others. I didn't expect that he could do all sorts of bad things behind his back..."

Hearing this, Zhang Lan's eyes narrowed slightly and he said seriously: "Mo Hua, you have often heard the saying 'people's hearts are sinister'."

Mo Hua nodded.

"The sinister nature of people's hearts is sometimes invisible. Bad people don't write the word 'bad' on their faces. Many despicable people look like ordinary people on the surface, or even more like good people than ordinary people."

"Most of the things that people can see are things that can be seen in the light. It is unknown what kind of secrets are hidden in places that cannot be seen in the light..."

Mo Hua could not imagine that Zhang Lan, who had always been idle, could actually say such words, and was greatly shocked.

"That is to say, for a person like Qian Xing, it is not a good thing to do anything good in the light, let alone a person like Qian Xing, it is not surprising that he does any bad things in a dark place."

Zhang Lan glanced at Mo Hua in surprise, "Yes, my mind works pretty fast."

"What a pity..."

Zhang Lan saw Mo Hua looking a little regretful and asked: "What's the pity?"

"The power of the formation is still a bit weak..."

Qian Xing was not killed.

Zhang Lan nodded, he thought so too.

"Although he didn't die in the explosion, he was still seriously injured. The Qian family is asking first-grade alchemists everywhere to treat his injuries. I don't know if they can save him. If you ask me, just don't treat him. It's just a waste of elixirs.

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Zhang Lan said, then suddenly remembered something and asked again: "If Qian Xing is rescued, do you know that it was you who did it?"

"I splashed his eyes with spiritual ink, he shouldn't be able to see."

"Oh?" Zhang Lan thought, didn't you admit it?

Mo Hua looked at the sky with his little face, pretending that he didn't say anything.

"What if he really knows?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and said: "If he knew, with his self-esteem, he would definitely not tell the family, because it would be very embarrassing to be injured by a monk on the fourth level of Qi Refining."

"Then what if he seeks revenge on you privately?" Zhang Lan couldn't help but ask.

"Then there's no need to be afraid. He can be secretly attacked once, why can't he be attacked a second time? He was lucky the first time, but not the second time..." Mo Hua curled his lips and said.

Although he does not take the initiative to cause trouble, he is not afraid of it. Something happened unexpectedly before, so he suffered a bit of a loss. If he had been prepared, he would not be afraid of money.

Zhang Lan was stunned, "How can you ensure that his luck will be bad the second time?"

Mo Hua pretended not to hear.

Zhang Lan whispered: "Even if you use the Earth Fire Formation, it will only seriously injure him, but still not kill him. You are only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, so you have no other means..."

He is on the fourth level of Qi refining, and he doesn’t know magic. Even if he knows magic, it’s not very powerful.

Ink painting is not a material for body training, and fighting at close quarters is just looking for death.

As for the formation, the fourth level of Qi Refining can draw an earth-fire formation containing seven formations, which is almost the limit. Even if there is a more powerful formation, it is not much higher.

Even if there is such a formation, it is a secret formation treasured by a big family and will not be spread easily.

Zhang Lan can't think of any other means of ink painting.

"You don't want to find those weapon-making apprentices and beat Qian Xing to death..." Zhang Lan suddenly said.

Mo Hua looked at Zhang Lan with a hint of disgust, and said in a low voice: "One Earth Fire Formation can cause damage, but two Earth Fire Formations will kill you..."

Zhang Lan: "..."

He was used to thinking about problems from the professional perspective of a monk, but he didn't expect such a simple and unpretentious solution.

Mo Hua approached Zhang Lan and lowered his voice: "I have thought about it, and I will do as you say. After the explosion, wash away the ashes with water, and pinch a piece of spiritual stone in place to confuse the spiritual power, so that they don't know that I am using

Made of formation..."

Zhang Lan nodded, then suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait a minute, you are right, what do you mean by doing as I say?"

Mo Hua smiled sheepishly, "Isn't that thanks to your advice just now?"

Zhang Lan blurted out: "I didn't give you any advice!"

"Okay, even if you didn't give me any advice."

"What do you mean, just forget it? No guidance means no guidance!"

Mo Hua comforted him and said, "I'm just talking casually. How could I, a young monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining, do such a dangerous thing?"

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

Zhang Lan waved his hands and said, if he continues talking, he might become the mastermind.

He was originally a little worried about Mo Hua, but now it seems that he is still worried about Qian Xing.

The Qian family may not want to make a big deal about this matter. After all, they were wrong in the first place. They deceived others and were bombed into disgrace. If everyone knew about it, they would be the ones who would be embarrassed.

If they really had to pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, and implicat Qian Xing in the scandalous things he had done in private, Dao Tingsi would be enough to make them drink.

As long as the Qian family doesn't take action, even if Qian Xing takes personal revenge, Mo Hua should be careful and he won't suffer much loss.

Mo Hua was only worried about the Qian family. As for Qian Xing, he called him a waste, but in fact, he always felt that he was a waste in his heart. As long as he was not caught off guard and blocked in the road, and took action at the slightest disagreement, with advance preparation,

It's not difficult to pay money.

"By the way, you should have a master when learning formations." Zhang Lan had always wanted to ask this question.

Among all the monastic professions, formation techniques are the most difficult to learn, and the assessment and qualification of formation masters are also the most stringent.

Generally, monks who study formations will have teachers from their own school. There is no such thing as self-taught.

No matter how talented the formation master is, he still needs the guidance of others. Otherwise, let alone the vast array of formations, even the basic formation patterns will take a lot of time to learn and comprehend.

Mo Hua was a casual cultivator and did not practice in a sect, but his level of formation skills was not low. In addition to studying and practicing hard on his own, Zhang Lan guessed that he should also have a master to guide him.

"It's not Master, it's just Sir. I'm just Mr.'s registered disciple." Mo Hua didn't hide it either.

"Does this gentleman have a name?" Zhang Lan asked.

Mo Hua shook his head, "Mr. lives in seclusion. He likes to be quiet and does not want to reveal his name."

Zhang Lan nodded. There were many monks like this in the monastic world. They had weird personalities and didn't like socializing, so they found a secluded place to do what they liked.

It was fate to meet Mo Hua.

He didn't ask too many questions. He always had a sense of propriety in everything. If he continued to ask questions, he would be meddling in other people's business. Some experts are the most taboo about others prying.

"But...this gentleman actually confiscated you as his disciple?"

Zhang Lan still couldn't help but ask. He thought Mo Hua was a good kid. He was diligent, hard-working, and had a high level of understanding, but sometimes he was a bit irritating when he spoke. Zhang Lan himself was not good at formations. If not, he

They all want to take ink painting as their apprentice.

Mo Hua said: "My talent is very average. I'm very happy if sir can teach me the formation."

Zhang Lan nodded and said nothing more. After finishing the meat and drinking the wine, he gave Mo Hua a few more words and left the restaurant.

After leaving the restaurant and walking on the road, the breeze blew on my face, blowing away the drunkenness and making me sober.

Zhang Lan suddenly thought of a question: "Fourth level of Qi refining, drawing seven formation patterns, earth fire formation...is this talent very ordinary?"

"How many formation patterns can I draw at the fourth level of Qi Refining? Four? No, no matter what, I can draw five or six. This kid Mo Hua can draw seven..."

"He is going to be a formation master. It's normal to draw seven lines. I'm not a formation master. I'm just learning casually. Drawing five or six lines shouldn't be too much..." Zhang Lan nodded.

"However, how many formation patterns can an average formation master at the fourth level of Qi Refining draw? Is it four?"

Zhang Lan thought for a while and shook his head, still having no idea.

When he was in clan school before, he hated drawing formations the most. His spiritual consciousness was consumed very quickly and his head hurt when he was drawing, so he didn't care about this kind of thing at all.

"Write a letter back when you have time and ask the clan how many formation patterns the disciples on the fourth level of Qi Refining can draw..."

Zhang Lan thought silently.

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