Zhang Lan saw Mo Hua’s little thoughts in his eyes and snorted: “Although I don’t know illusions, my spells are not bad at all.
“Hmm, Uncle Zhang, you are so awesome.” Mo Hua said perfunctorily.
Zhang Lan didn’t argue with him and returned to the topic, “Do you know who the person who uses illusion is?”
“how could I know?”
Mo Hua shook his head. Even so, Aunt Xue’s hazy figure wearing a veil flashed through his mind.
There are only a few high-level monks that Mo Hua has come into contact with. Among them, Aunt Xue is the most likely, and the illusion skills are very consistent with the impression Aunt Xue left on Mo Hua.
“Did you guess it?” Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua’s expression and raised his eyebrows.
Zhang Lan deserves to be from Daotingsi. Although he looks lazy, his observation skills are very keen.
Mo Hua thought to himself, and then asked Zhang Lan: “What is Daotingsi planning to do?”
“Nothing can be done.” Zhang Lan took a leisurely sip of wine, “A monk who can use illusions is not a trivial matter. The Qian family does not dare to make a statement, nor does it dare to pursue. The Qian family does not make a statement, and the Dao Tingsi is happy to be quiet, so there is no need to worry about it. “
“Can the Qian family give up like this?” Mo Hua didn’t believe it.
“The Qian family has foundation-building monks in the formation. Despite this, someone still came in without anyone noticing and cast an illusion on the young master of the Qian family, but they couldn’t find any trace. Just this. It’s enough to scare them…”
Zhang Lan was also a little gloating about his misfortune, and then continued: “This person can use illusions to make Qian Xing go crazy, and naturally he can also use other spells to make Qian Xing die. The reason why he uses illusions is purely for deterrence, so that the Qian family can take care of themselves, and should not be provoked Don’t mess with him. If the Qian family doesn’t understand this, it’s impossible for them to become the largest family in Tongxian City.”
“In the final analysis, the Qian family is just a first-class family. It is also at the bottom among the fixed-class families. It cannot compare with those real aristocratic families.”
Mo Hua suddenly realized that the family was also divided into three, six or nine levels. Zhang Lan deserves to be from a noble family and knows a lot about it.
“Okay, this matter is settled, even if Qian Xing is cured again, after these twists and turns, he will not dare to cause trouble again. You can just feel at ease, practice and practice when you need to, and learn the formation when you need to. “Zhang Lan’s tone was also somewhat relaxed.
“Thank you, Uncle Zhang.” Mo Hua thanked him.
With Zhang Lan’s lazy temperament, he would chat with Mo Hua when he had nothing to do. Although it was to relieve his boredom, it was also because he cared about Mo Hua. You can still see this in the ink painting.
Zhang Lan glanced at Mo Hua and thought to himself that this guy is really popular.
Not to mention the demon hunter, the young man named Dazhu is very commendable for his courage to stand up against Qian Xing. There are so many monks in the neighborhood who are very kind to Mo Hua.
As for the monk who can perform illusions, it is unlikely that he has anything to do with Mo Hua.
Who would be bored and scare an unrelated family member crazy?
Zhang Lan shook his head, greeted Mo Hua, and left.
“Uncle Zhang, walk slowly!” Mo Hua waved his little hand.
After Zhang Lan left, Mo Hua sat on the table, flipped through the storage bag, and looked at the thick stack of formations inside, feeling somewhat regretful.
It’s a pity that if Qian Xing doesn’t come to cause trouble, these formations will be useless.
And that illusion, I wonder if it was used by Aunt Xue?
Mo Hua was confused.
The next day, Mo Hua went to Mr. Zhuang to ask for advice on the formation, and then went to the Bai family brothers and sisters.
Bai Zisheng is dozing, and Bai Zixi is reading.
Mo Hua stared at Bai Zixi quietly, trying to see if Bai Zixi knew anything. But there was nothing else that could be seen on Bai Zixi’s face other than good-looking.
Bai Zixi noticed Mo Hua’s gaze, turned around and looked at Mo Hua curiously.
The two looked at each other, and Mo Hua asked in a low voice:
“Were Aunt Xue at home three nights ago?”
Bai Zixi thought for a moment, then said with a half-smile, “It doesn’t seem like he’s here.”
“Oh.” Mo Hua understood and stopped asking.
Bai Zixi nodded, Mo Hua smiled with squinted eyes, and then both of them concentrated on reading without saying anything else.
With Qian Xing out of the way, Mo Hua can practice with peace of mind.
He wanted to reach the fifth level of Qi Refining as soon as possible so that he could learn spells.
Mo Hua was still looking forward to magic. He didn’t want magic like illusion, which Zhang Lan didn’t know, but lighting a fire and firing electricity should be no problem.
Mo Hua got a little excited when he thought about it.
However, cultivation is a matter of water grinding. The spiritual energy absorbed every day is limited, and the spiritual power refined is also limited. As long as you practice on time, you can’t go faster if you want to, and you can’t be much slower if you want to be slow.
According to the current progress, it is estimated that there is still some time before reaching the fifth level of Qi Refining.
Regarding formations, ink painting can draw formations containing seven formations, but eight formations are not enough.
I guess I don’t have enough spiritual knowledge, so I am a little reluctant to learn, so I can only try to draw some simple structures. However, eight formation patterns are already the limit for ordinary formation masters. Unqualified formation masters can generally only draw formations of this level.
Mo Hua can now draw seven formation patterns, and he can be considered a genuine small formation master.
Mo Hua couldn’t help but feel a little proud.
After the eight paths, there are nine paths. With nine formation patterns, you can enter the first rank! Once you can draw nine formation patterns, you can prepare for the qualification assessment of a first-grade formation master.
Mo Hua heard that the assessment of the Formation Master is the most stringent, demanding and difficult assessment among all the categories of monasticism.
“I wonder which formations will be tested?”
Mo Hua was a little nervous, but also a little looking forward to it.
If you can become a first-level formation master, you can receive spiritual stones every month regardless of doing anything. Even if something unexpected happens in the future and I can no longer practice cultivation, I can still live on the subsistence allowance and not starve to death.
Mo Hua is very envious.
But in the entire Tongxian City, including all the families and sects, there are very few monks who can pass the qualification and become a first-grade formation master, let alone the casual cultivators who come from poor backgrounds. It can be seen that the qualification of an formation master is indeed difficult.
Ink painting can draw eight formation patterns, and it is only one step away from eight formation patterns to nine formation patterns, but this step seems to be far away.
In the past, Mo Hua practiced formations day and night, and he could feel that his spiritual consciousness was growing steadily. But now, Mo Hua practices more difficult formations and practices more often, but he feels that his spiritual consciousness is not increasing significantly.
According to this progress, I don’t know how long it will take to draw the nine formation patterns.
Mo Hua asked Mr. Zhuang for advice on this issue.
Mr. Zhuang’s expression was a bit complicated. This was the first time Mo Hua saw such an expression on Mr. Zhuang’s face.
“Don’t you realize that your level is too low…”
Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting silently, “No matter how strong your spiritual consciousness is, there is always a limit. The foundation of the strength of your spiritual consciousness is your realm.”
Mo Hua suddenly realized that he had asked a stupid question.
There are limits to the strength of a monk’s physical body and spiritual power. This limit is naturally based on the monk’s realm. If you cultivate to the extreme in the same realm, if you don’t break through the realm, your spiritual power and physical body will not be enhanced.
It’s just that monks cultivate their physical body and spiritual power, but not their spiritual consciousness, so the ink painting was temporarily forgotten.
“Thank you for your advice, sir.”
Mo Hua said embarrassedly. After asking a few other questions, he stood up and left.
“There is a limit to spiritual consciousness…” Mr. Zhuang watched the little figure painted in ink disappear at the intersection. He thought for a long time before he laughed and said: “I have taught so many monks, but this seems to be the first time I have spoken. Once said…”
After a while, Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting of the formation under the big locust tree, and said with deep eyes: “Is there really a limit to spiritual consciousness…”
(End of chapter)