Asking About Longevity Chapter 734

Chapter 734 Array Manuscript

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 come over.”

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?”

Daotong shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."

“Is Mr. Xun angry this time?”

"Angry..." Tao Tong frowned and shook his head, "But it doesn't look like that. He looked very serious. It looked like something big had happened. Elder Xun was even trembling."

“Elder Xun?”

“Elder Xunziyou 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.

"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…”

“Old friend?”

Mo Hua's heart trembled. He quickly picked up the manuscript and quickly scanned it. He saw that the manuscript actually 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 pass through everything."

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

Taotong felt a little guilty.

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

Unexpectedly, it's a good thing.

“Hello, old gentleman.” Mo Hua saluted.

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

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

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

Zhuang…

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

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

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

Mo Hua was shocked.

These words... are very familiar. This is not the first time he has heard them...

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

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

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

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.

"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..."

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

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

“Old sir, this manuscript is...”

He saw two unexpected words:

Streams!

Mo Hua took it respectfully and probably turned it over.

Mo Hua sighed.

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?"

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

Tao Tong's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "I got some good gold and jade. I can make them into puppets when I have time, so I can use them to draw formations for you."

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

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

While talking, the two of them arrived at the elder's residence.

“Master…”

“Those who have mastered the formations have fully understood the formations of all heavens and can return to their origins and summarize the source of the formations.”

Mr. Xun nodded slightly and said:

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay."

Mr. Xun also sighed slightly.

Mr. Mr.

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

There is no doubt that he is that man's disciple...

The sadness and loss in the eyes of the ink painting only last for a moment, and then they all sink into the bottom of the eyes and turn into a deep pool, making it difficult for people to detect.

Mo Hua's expression remained as usual, and he 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.

Three years after I started, Mo Hua has grown taller now, but his 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 found out that his spiritual talent was incredible, and he even 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 person 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 secrets have been cut off and he has been buried in the sky in Guixu, but he secretly left an unknown young disciple who, by chance, joined the Taixu Sect...

Is there some deep meaning in this?

Mr. Xun has many 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 for you, just take it and take a look.”

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, let's 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 are some things that he didn't point out clearly, but he knew them well and just let them take their own course.

There is only one important thing.

That is ink painting.

No matter what cause and effect he has on 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!

Mr.

After a while, Xun Ziyou came to see Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun said: "Please take good care of this child Mo Hua."

Xun Ziyou was startled, "Didn't you tell me this before?"

“This time is different,” Mr. Xun said calmly. “I told you before that it's OK for you to break your arm but not for him to lose a hair. I was urging you to do your job well.”

“It's different now. This sentence now is the truth.”

　　Xun Ziyou: “…”

He was stunned for a long time, then frowned and said weakly: "Ancestor, what is this child's identity? Is he worthy of your attention..."

"Don't worry about it," Mr. Xun looked at Xun Ziyou with a serious look and a low voice, "You only know that he is important to my Taixu Sect, and may even be related to..."

Mr. Xun paused for a moment, then slowly said:

　　…"My Taixu Sect's orthodoxy!"

Xun Ziyou was suddenly startled, and his heart trembled.

Taoism? !

Xun Ziyou's eyelids twitched, and he was about to say, "Are you exaggerating?" He was just a young foundation-building monk, no matter how talented he was, or how special his status was, he would never be related to the Taixu Sect's orthodoxy.

Taixu Gate is one of the eight gates of Qianzhou, with profound heritage and long history.

If we trace back to the origin, before the three sects were divided, they were one of the few behemoths in Qianzhou.

What does this kind of orthodoxy have to do with a little monk?

Xunzi was puzzled for a long time.

But he knew that the ancestor was a serious man and never told lies.

If he said it was related to Taoism, then there must be deep cause and effect.

Xunzi looked serious and saluted: "Old Ancestor, I remember it."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

"It's just..." Xun Ziyou thought for a while and then said, "This kid seems to have some quarrel with Duanjinmen. Do you want me to come forward..."

"No need." Mr. Xun shook his head, "I asked you to take care of it, not just to maintain it."

"He cannot be hurt, but other than that, whether it is Broken Golden Gate or other sects, the matters between the disciples should be settled by themselves, and there is no need to interfere too much."

Xun Ziyou understood what the ancestor meant and asked again, "Then if we cut off the top brass of Kinmen..."

Mr. Xun said: "Don't be afraid, I have everything."

Xun Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief.

The ancestor has spoken, and he has more confidence.

“Go,” Mr. Xun waved his hand, “Don't be careless, if something happens...”

Mr. Xun thought for a while, and in order to urge him, he said more harshly, "I will delete you from the family tree..."

Xun Ziyou's scalp was numb and everyone was stupid.

Can this joke be made casually? !

“Ancestor, are you serious...”

Mr. Xun looked at him silently. Xunzi was very knowledgeable, with a bitter look on his face, and said as if he was resigned to his fate:

"yes."

After leaving the Elder's Residence, Xun Ziyou let out a long sigh.

He had a hunch that his temporary "bodyguard" would become a permanent bodyguard.

There will probably be no rest in the future...

Mo Hua finished his afternoon class, had dinner with Yu'er, and then returned to his disciple's residence.

As soon as he entered the room, Mo Hua took out all the manuscripts Mr. Xun gave him.

Especially the manuscript about "Array".

Mo Hua read the manuscript carefully and looked a little lonely.

This is indeed Master's manuscript.

Although there are some discrepancies, they are exactly the same as the master's experience of the "Jin Liu" he taught when he was at the Five Elements Sect in Lishan City.

Mr. Zhuang's fairy-like demeanor, free and uninhibited, and gentle and watery expression came to mind in ink painting again.

Mo Hua was in a daze, and after a long time, he sighed deeply.

He read the manuscript again.

This is the manuscript of the Treatise on Taoism.

The description of "formation flow" in it is more detailed. It is much more detailed and profound than what the master told me at the beginning.

Mo Hua looked at it and found that he couldn't understand it well.

Strictly speaking, he has not learned the formation yet.

Although the Taoism of the Five Elements Sect and the "Origin Pattern" manifested by the Five Elements Array were in his hand, he actually didn't know that the "Origin Pattern" that looked like evil eyes was, in essence, What on earth is...

The monks who can summarize the formation flow are all formation masters who have mastered certain types of formations to great perfection.

So it's not surprising that I can't understand this ray manuscript.

“Keep it for now. Later, when your attainments in formations are higher, you can study them carefully...”

Mo Hua nodded slightly, and then put the Zhenliu manuscript into the Nazi Ring in a precious and important way.

This is the master's thing.

I cherish my ink paintings very much.

And Mr. Xun...

Mo Hua did not expect that Mr. Xun actually discussed the path and formation with his master.

In that case, does Mr. Xun and Master have other connections?

Mo Hua's mind suddenly moved and he suddenly realized it.

Things like "ray flow" are obviously not something that I can learn now.

Mr. Xun now handed Master's array manuscript to himself, and pointed out intentionally or unintentionally that it was the manuscript of "an old friend named Zhuang". Could it be that he was testing himself?

“Old sir, have you guessed that the master is my master?”

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

However, this seems to be nothing...

It seems that there are quite a few people who know about this matter.

Not to mention the uncle, there are also the younger senior sister's mother, who is also his uncle, senior Situ from Xuanji Valley, and those fledgling monks who took a quick look during the Lishan City incident.

They are all "big monks" with advanced cultivation and busy affairs.

I am an inconspicuous little monk, and it is estimated that he was forgotten by them in a short time.

Mr.

At least Mo Hua didn't feel any ill will.

Moreover, the old gentleman also gave himself the master's manuscript.

He is also very kind to himself on weekdays, and he is even more generous in preaching and teaching.

Mr. Xun is a good man!

Mo Hua nodded.

I am now concentrating on learning the formation. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will repay his kindness to the old man.

returning a Favour many times more.

This is the principle of life that my mother told me.

Mo Hua figured it out, read the formation books for a while, and learned the formations for a while. When he got up, his consciousness sank into the Taoist monument again, and he continued to practice the formations.

He needs to find a way to practice more formations and hone his spiritual consciousness.

Now that I can't go out, I can only rely on this stupid method to hone my spiritual consciousness.

Strive to break through the blockade of the laws of heaven as soon as possible, upgrade your spiritual consciousness to the eighteen lines, and learn more and more powerful formations.

It was so safe and sound, I learned the formation for a few days.

He went to the Demon Refining Mountain a few times, tried out the effects of the Five Elements Source Armor a few times, and formulated several strategies for hunting monsters, but he stopped going there for the time being.

But that day while eating in the dining hall, Cheng Mo suddenly came over with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Mo Hua was stunned and said, "Cheng Mo, were you slapped by a bear again?"

"I'm not an idiot. It's okay to be slapped once. How can I be slapped a second time..." Cheng Mo muttered, and then his expression became a little sullen, "It's those **** who broke the Golden Gate."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "Broken the Golden Gate?"

"Yes." Cheng Mo sat down, also learned to paint with ink, took a bite of chicken drumstick, and muttered, "Senior brother, you haven't been in the mountains these days. I don't know, Duanjinmen is working with us..."

“Those little **** are giving us trouble every day.”

"They didn't dare to fight us head-on. They squatted on the side obscenely. When we killed the monsters, they would swarm up to grab us."

“We don't kill the monsters, they just stare at us like flies.”

Mo Hua frowned, "There are rules in Demon Refining Mountain, right? They are so arrogant, don't those elders care?"

Cheng Mo said: "I'd like to take care of it, but it's useless. Those **** in Duanjinmen are always at odds with each other, and they're shameless."

“No need to say anything, they were the ones who killed the monsters, we were the ones who made the move first, they are innocent…”

“The elders of Duanjinmen are also protective of their shortcomings.”

"If the disciples of Duanjinmen take advantage, they will just say that they are just children, and it is normal for them to fight and fight, so there is no need to worry about it."

“If Duanjinmen suffers a loss, they will accuse our Taixumen of poor management, lack of education among the disciples, etc…”

“We, the elders of Taixu Sect, are very rude and very angry with them.”

“After all this talk, the Jinmen disciples still go their own way and do these despicable things...”

Cheng Mo sighed, "So, rules are only useful to those who have a face. If someone is shameless, the rules are useless."

When Cheng Mo said this, he sneered, but it affected the wound on his face, and he grinned in pain.

But fortunately, he is a physical practitioner and has rough skin and thick flesh, so this injury is nothing.

Cheng Mo took another bite of meat and continued:

“My current injury is that I was hunting demons this morning and was being watched by Duanjinmen disciples. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I had a fight with them.”

“Don't think I look miserable, but they are even worse.”

“I broke several people's legs.”

“But it's probably useless, they'll dare to do it next time.”

Mo Hua frowned slightly and said to Cheng Mo, "Next time during my break, I will go to the mountain to take a look."

"No." Cheng Mo immediately refused, "You should concentrate on drawing the formation. You are a junior fellow apprentice. There is no need for you to deal with these little **** yourself."

Cheng Mo knew that Mo Hua was quite busy during these days, drawing formations every day, so he didn't want to disturb him.

Moreover, those who caused trouble in Duanjin Gate were all disciples in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, the same class as our own.

Horse is not drawn with ink yet.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay."

He is indeed unavailable recently.

Because he faintly felt that in the sea of consciousness, the restrictions of the laws of heaven seemed to be loosened a lot.

Maybe it's because I'm at a higher level and it's not too outrageous.

Or maybe the laws of heaven are almost "full" and everything is gradually disappearing.

Mo Hua always feels that maybe it won't be long before his spiritual consciousness can achieve the eighteen lines.

The matter of the Demon Refining Mountain was left to Cheng Mo and others.

Although Cheng Mo looked reckless and was indeed reckless, he still had some tricks up his sleeve.

What's more, he has been around Mo Hua for so long and has rich experience. He has also learned a lot of "insidious" methods.

It is more than enough to deal with the arrogant and domineering Duanjinmen disciples who only know how to bully the weak.

So Cheng Mo led the team, and the disciples of Taixu Sect and the disciples of Duanjin Sect of the same class started fighting openly and secretly in the Demon Refining Mountain.

A month passed like this, Cheng Mo came to see Mo Hua again, looking a little depressed.

It's not that I haven't been beaten before.

They fought, but to no avail.

“Those **** from Duanjinmen are really like beasts. They entered the Demon Refining Mountain and did nothing. They just stared at our Taixu Sect and snatched our monsters.”

“At first they fought us head-on a few times, but later they found out that we were wearing Kejin armor and they couldn't fight us, so we simply stopped fighting.”

“Like flies, when we hunt monsters, they harass us.”

“We fight back and they run away.”

Cheng Mo was disgusted.

“The ticket to Demon Refining Mountain requires one hundred merit points. They would rather do nothing for a day than spend the one hundred merit points to harass us and do such a despicable thing that is harmful to others.”

“Although we are not afraid of them, if we are harassed by them, we will not be able to refine the demon, and we will not be able to earn merit, so we cannot be considered a winner..."

Cheng Mo sighed, a little annoyed.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

This Broken Golden Gate is really cheap.

"It's okay..." Mo Hua took a sip of the fruit wine, pondered for a moment, and said calmly, "They are being mean because they haven't been completely beaten yet."

　　“Give them a few hard slaps to hurt their muscles and bones. They will know it hurts and they won't do bad things again…”

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.

(End of this chapter)

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