Mo Hua went to Yan Jiao Xi’s office after class every day to study formation theory and ask questions about formations. With Yan Jiaoxi’s explanation, I learned the ink painting of the gold and stone formations very quickly, and I could practice it repeatedly on the stone tablets in the sea of knowledge. It only took me about ten days to finish the five gold and stone formations in ink painting.
Because I had plenty of time and I painted carefully, I only failed one painting, and I earned about twelve spiritual stones after deducting the cost of materials.
During the break, Mo Hua handed the formation to Mo Guanshi. After looking at it, Mo Guanshi was quite satisfied and nodded: “You…the formations drawn by my brother are becoming more and more organized.”
Mo Hua looked at Guanshi Mo suspiciously.
Manager Mo felt guilty for some reason. He coughed and waved his hand, “Go back to the sect if you have nothing to do. I’m very busy here.”
Mo Hua looked at Youyuanzhai, which was empty without any guests, and asked curiously: “There aren’t even a single guest here. What are you busy with, manager?”
Guanshi Mo thinks that what he is doing is called Buddhist management, and it is not simply a case of bad business, but is essentially different from bad business.
But there are no guests, and it is indeed obvious at a glance.
Mo Guanshi was a little angry, “What do children know? What I do here is big business, whether there are customers or not, I am busy! I say busy, I am busy!”
“Then go ahead and do your business, I’ll leave first.”
Mo Hua said his words, walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and asked, “By the way, are Guan Shiqian and Yan Jiaoxi familiar with each other?”
Manager Mo said with a guilty conscience: “I’m not very familiar with him, I just have some friendship with him. He has a bad temper and a tough temper that even normal people can’t stand. We haven’t contacted each other for many years, but we just happened to bump into him a few days ago.” , let’s have a cup of tea together and catch up on old times.”
“oh……”
Mo Hua said “oh” meaningfully.
If you say you are not familiar, but your tone is very familiar, that means you are very familiar, at least the friendship is not weak.
Manager Mo waved his hand quickly, “Let’s go, let’s go, don’t disturb my business.”
Mo Hua left Youyuanzhai and thought:
“It seems that Mo Guanshi and Yan Jiaoxi are indeed a bit fishy in private…”
After that, Mo Hua lived a boring and ordinary life in the sect, attending classes every day, asking Yan Jiaoxi for advice on formations after class, returning to the disciples’ back seat to draw formations, and entering the Sea of Consciousness after midnight to practice formations on the remaining stele.
Simple yet fulfilling.
The level of formations in ink painting is getting better and better day by day, and the spiritual consciousness is getting deeper and deeper. The gold and stone formations with at least four formations are abundant, and they are becoming more and more skillful, and there is no longer a feeling of lack of spiritual consciousness.
The orders for Mo Guanshi’s formations have also changed several times. Each time, the excuse was “the market has changed, the previous formations are no longer accepted, and new ones need to be drawn”, and then he took out the new formations for Mo Hua.
When Yan Jiaoxi was instructing the formation discussion, he would also analyze and explain the formation that Steward Mo had entrusted to Mo Hua. For Mo Hua, it was basically putting food in his mouth.
This also basically verified Mo Hua’s conjecture. Mo Guanshi and Yan Jiaoxi must have a relationship in private, and Guanshi and Jiaoxi probably knew about the formation he drew for Youyuanzhai.
However, everyone knew it tacitly, and Mo Hua also pretended not to know.
What makes Mo Hua puzzled is why the teacher cares so much about him. He answers everything about the formation and Mo Guanshi also provides many conveniences.
Is it really just because I have good talent in formations?
Later, Mo Hua thought about it and felt that he might have been worrying too much.
Yan Jiaoxi is a rigorous and conscientious person. He is meticulous in both teaching and formation, and he never hides his secrets when teaching his disciples. He cares about himself so much, probably because he cherishes his talents and doesn’t want to waste his talents and waste his life. He really hopes that he can improve in formations.
Mo Guanshi had a relationship with Yan Jiaoxi, and he must have been entrusted by Yan Jiaoxi to gradually arrange the formations for him to draw.
It’s just that now I am just a low-level monk at the third level of Qi Refining and can’t do anything. Even if I want to repay this kindness, I can only wait until later.
Two months later, in addition to the gold and stone formation, Mo Hua also learned the mud formation, quicksand formation and ventilation formation. In addition to the spiritual stones accumulated from the previous painting formations, there were more than 180 in total.
Mo Hua planned to save 200 spirit stones by himself, and then choose a mid-level or lower-level skill, which would save his parents a lot of burden.
Once you have collected enough spirit stones and selected the exercises, you can tell your parents, they should be happy too.
But before Mo Hua could accumulate enough spirit stones, something happened at home.
One day during the alchemy class, Yan Jiaoxi suddenly called Mo Hua out with a serious expression. He told Mo Hua that his mother was seriously ill and asked Mo Hua to go back and take a look.
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then felt a basin of cold water pouring down his head, making his heart feel cold.
Mo Hua asked for a few days’ leave from his teacher, and then hurried home.
But the door of the house was closed. Mo Hua knocked several times, but no one answered. When he was anxious, the neighbor’s aunt heard the sound and came out and said:
“It must be an ink painting!”
“Aunt Yang, my mother…”
“I was just about to tell you that your mother is seriously ill and is being treated by Mr. Feng at Xinglin Hall. Go and have a look quickly!”
Mo Hua thanked her profusely, and then rushed to Xinglin Hall.
Xinglintang is the only elixir hall nearby.
There is an alchemist sitting in the alchemy hall. Generally, if a monk is injured or sick, he will go to the alchemy shop to ask the alchemist to diagnose and refine the elixir to cure the injury and illness.
Mr. Feng from Xinglin Hall is a well-known old alchemist in Tongxian City. He has studied alchemy for most of his life. In his later years, he passed the qualification assessment and became a true first-grade alchemist. He is one of the few certified alchemists in Tongxian City. one.
At the same time, Mr. Feng is also the only alchemist in Tongxian City who, after becoming a first-grade alchemist, is still willing to open a clinic in a low-level city where casual practitioners are practicing.
When Mo Hua arrived at Xinglin Hall, Mr. Feng was sitting in the clinic, treating patients.
Mr. Feng was wearing a clean but somewhat old white hair and black robe, with white beard and hair, and a kind expression. When he saw Mo Hua, he said a few words to the patient in front of him, and then waved to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua hurriedly stepped forward to salute and said, “Hello, Grandpa Feng! My mother…”
Mr. Feng nodded and said, “Good boy, I’ve checked your mother’s condition. Although it’s a bit serious, she’s not in danger of dying. Please relax first.”
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and came back to his senses, but his mouth felt dry and his throat felt like it was on fire.
Mo Hua has been in poor health since he was a child. He was in a hurry just now and ran too fast. At this time, he suddenly stopped and felt that his whole body was sweating.
Mr. Feng pressed his right hand on Mo Hua’s back, a light cyan light flashed through his hand, and after spending some spiritual power, Mo Hua felt a spring breeze blowing through his limbs, and his breath became much smoother in an instant.
Mr. Feng poured another cup of tea and said, “Drink less at a time and drink slowly.”
Mo Hua followed Mr. Feng’s instructions and slowly drank some mist-filled tea, and then his breath became smoother.
(End of chapter)