On the lonely mountain, abandoned wells are everywhere, and it is desolate.

The thin orphans in the city, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, bent over, picking up rough ore piece by piece with their dirty little hands on the dark ground.

Only in this way can they survive.

Beside them, the invisible ink painting walked quietly, his expression a little gloomy.

Fortunately, Master Gu remembered his instructions and drew a first-grade wind pattern on the bamboo baskets of these orphans, which somewhat lightened their burden and prevented these orphans from being oppressed by the heavy ore and covered with bruises.

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At present, this is all he can do.

Mo Hua sighed, walked past the orphans who were collecting mines, and walked straight to the top of the mountain where the Shen family lived.

He has basically visited the entire Gushan and other places, except for the hilltop where the Shen family lives, he has not been there yet.

There must be something strange about that mountain top.

Mo Hua wanted to go invisible and take a look.

After walking for a while, the field of vision suddenly widened, and the Shen family's continuous mines appeared in front of them.

These mines are large and magnificent, occupying almost half of the Gushan Mountain, and the planning is relatively neat, and the mines are wide and wide.

These are the traces left by the excavation of large spiritual machines.

A whole circle of warning formations was set up around the perimeter of the Shen family's mine. Inside the mine, some Shen family monks were stationed and occasionally patrolled around.

The formation is of the second level, and the Shen family monks are only building the foundation.

This is an abandoned mine. No ore can be extracted and it is no longer profitable. Naturally, it is impossible to send Elder Jindan to guard it.

Even having a foundation station to guard it is already considered a luxury.

But the foundation-building monks couldn't stop Mo Hua at all, let alone those second-level formations.

With a stroke of Mo Hua's finger and a flash of ink, the formation at the boundary of the mine was cracked and a gap opened on its own.

The ink painting passed through the gap and approached the Shen family mine.

As soon as he set foot on the land of the mine, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly darkened, and countless desperate wails seemed to be heard, but in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared. Mo Hua looked around, and the surroundings were ordinary and nothing unusual.

The sun above my head is still bright.

It's just that Mo Hua always feels that the sunlight shining on his body is a bit cold.

With a gloomy expression in the ink painting, he stepped on the rocks, avoiding the patrolling Shen family monks, as well as the sporadic traps and formations nearby, and walked around the Shen family mines.

He has stepped on most of the hills.

The mines in the mountains were dug very deep, and most of them were closed, making it impossible to go deep. He could only take a brief look.

But after looking for a long time, I still found nothing.

With his spiritual consciousness and perception of cause and effect, he couldn't find any clues.

"How come there are no clues..."

Mo Hua frowned.

Seeing that it was getting late and the sun was setting, he left the Shen family's mine first.

When he arrived at the edge of the mine, Mo Hua pointed his finger, and the ink patterns intertwined again, repairing the broken formation and covering up his traces.

Then he came to a nearby mountain peak, climbed up and had a panoramic view of the Shen family mine.

As he looked at it, Mo Hua suddenly remembered what Xie Ling said to him:

"Cultivation of the art of Kanyu, sensing the energy of heaven and earth, discerning the energy of mountains and rivers, and determining the tombs of life and death..."

"The Qi of heaven and earth, the Qi of mountains and rivers...what exactly are they?"

Mo Hua slowly closed his eyes, let go of his consciousness, calmed down, let go of his ego, and with the belief that "heaven and man are one", he felt the heaven and earth, and searched for the so-called qi of heaven and earth and the qi of mountains and rivers.

Everything in the world disappears.

The sky looks down at the people, and the earth is vast and boundless.

A sense of mystery arises spontaneously.

There is indeed a wisp of white Qi between heaven and earth.

Mo Hua vaguely felt that he seemed to have comprehended something, but he didn't know whether his comprehension was correct or not.

With the thought of just in case, Mo Hua followed this energy and moved forward.

The air movement rises and falls along the mountains, elusive and uncertain.

Ink paintings also follow the movement of Qi and travel through the mountains.

After walking in this way for a whole circle, the energy disappeared. Mo Hua looked intently. The surrounding mountain scenery was relatively unfamiliar, but it was still desolate and unremarkable.

This ray of energy brought him to a dead end.

Mo Hua shook his head.

"Sure enough, there is nothing so cheap. You can learn anything without learning..."

Mo Hua turned around to leave, but just as he turned his head, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a person sitting at the foot of the hillside in the distance.

This man is an old man, wearing civilian clothes, and he doesn't look like a mine repairman.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, removed his concealment technique, and walked towards the old man in cloth clothes.

Walking closer and seeing clearly, Mo Hua discovered that the old man had a thin build, a slightly dark face, and bright eyes. His cultivation level was probably at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

The old man was sitting cross-legged on a rock, looking at the distant mountains, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing someone coming, he frowned, turned around and saw an ink painting by a talented person. After being a little surprised, his eyes lit up and he said:

"In this mountainous and uninhabited place, it's really fate that I met my little friend."

His voice was hoarse but kind.

Mo Hua seemed to be relieved and asked: "Senior, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking at the mountains." The old man said.

"Look at the mountains?" Mo Hua looked around, a little puzzled, "The surrounding barren mountains and dry water are all bare. What's there to see?"

The old man shook his head, "Everything in the world has appearances on the outside and doorways on the inside. High mountains, dangerous mountains and dangerous waters, barren mountains and dry water, are all appearances and mountain shapes. But under the mountain shape, there are still mountains, and under the mountains, there are things.

Leyline.”

Leylines...

Mo Hua was stunned and praised: "Old senior, you know so much."

"Excuse me." The old man said calmly, then he thought for a moment and then said, "I wonder where you are, little friend? Why are you here alone in this barren mountain?"

Mo Hua cupped his hands and said: "I am a disciple of a small sect nearby. I am studying with my teacher. I passed by Gushan, so I went into the mountain to have a look. Unexpectedly, I was careless and took the wrong mountain road, so I ended up here and met my senior."

A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, "In that case, my little friend and I are really destined to be together."

"It is indeed fate," Mo Hua nodded, and then sat down cross-legged, imitating the old man and looking into the distance, but there were only barren mountains and nothing else in the distance.

Mo Hua retracted his gaze, turned his head, and looked in front of the old man.

In front of the old man was a ball of sand, with several lines painted on the sand.

Mo Hua said in surprise: "Old senior, are you an array master?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Little brother, do you still know the formation?"

Mo Hua said shyly: "I know a little bit."

The old man became interested, "Where did my little brother learn from me?"

"I dare not say 'teacher'," Mo Hua said humbly, "I just learned a little bit from the sect's teaching place."

The old man nodded and praised: "Nowadays, people in the world are exaggerated, and they love false fame. They learn one point but only get ten points. I am from a sect, and it is really commendable that I can be so humble."

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, "Senior, you are so complimentary."

Then he looked at the formations on the sand in front of the old man and asked more humbly:

"Old senior, I seem to have never seen these formation patterns before, and my sect has never taught them. They look very profound. I wonder if there is anything special about them?"

The old man took a deep look at the ink painting.

Mo Hua also looked at the old man, his eyes clear.

I don't know if it was influenced by this "clear" temperament, but the old man's love for talents suddenly grew. He stroked his beard and said:

"We are destined to meet each other. Today I will teach you some secret formation inheritance that even the four major sects and eight gates may not be able to include."

Mo Hua opened his mouth, his innocent face full of shock.

The old man pointed to the lines on the ground and asked Mo Hua: "Can you tell what kind of formation lines these are?"

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and said, "It's a bit like the Five Elements Earth Formation...but not exactly like it."

The old man nodded, "Yes, this is the ground formation."
To be continued...