One hundred iron armor formations, but in just over a month and a half, the ink painting was completed?
Elder Yu frowned and remained silent.
Seeing this, Yu Chengyi asked: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Elder Yu handed the storage bag to his son, "You count."
Yu Chengyi took it, scanned it with his consciousness, counted it once, counted it again, couldn't help but count it again...
After a moment, he also opened his mouth wide and said, "Is this...all painted?"
Elder Yu glared at him, "Can't you count?"
Yu Chengyi smiled and couldn't help but ask:
"Did he...did he paint this alone?"
Elder Yu opened the rattan armor inside and compared the iron armor array. Although some of the handwriting was a bit sloppy, the form and spirit were integrated and completed in one go. It was indeed the work of one person.
The father and son looked at each other, speechless.
"This son of Mo Shan...can't be some little monster..."
Yu Chengyi couldn't help but mutter.
Elder Yu went up and slapped him, "What are you talking about?!"
Yu Chengyi covered his head and couldn't help but mutter:
"I'm just talking casually."
Elder Yu looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Yu Chengyi thought for a moment and then said: "It couldn't be someone else who painted it for him, right?"
"Who will help him paint?"
Elder Yu snorted coldly and said, "I am a foundation-building monk. I beg for help everywhere, but no one can help me draw the formation."
When he mentioned this, Elder Yu became a little angry. Of course, it wasn't that others didn't help him paint, it was just that the price he gave was too low.
"If he really painted it himself, if nothing else, the loss of his spiritual consciousness is probably not small. This kid, Mo Hua, is only at the fifth level of Qi refining, and he is not very old..."
"That's right." Elder Yu sighed, suddenly feeling a little distressed, and ordered:
"Bring some nourishing elixirs and spiritual things from home, and I'll go to Mo Shan's house to have a look."
Yu Chengyi wanted to speak but stopped.
"If you fart, hurry up!" Elder Yu scolded.
Yu Chengyi whispered: "There are not many nourishing elixirs at home..."
"Take as much as you have!"
"But……"
Elder Yu's face darkened.
Yu Chengyi did not dare to say anything else, so he had to collect some elixirs, spiritual herbs, Ganoderma lucidum and the like at home that could nourish spiritual power or vitality, sealed them with leather paper, put them into a storage bag, and handed them to Elder Yu.
Elder Yu took it and turned to leave, but suddenly turned back and ordered: "You also come with me."
Yu Chengyi wondered: "What should I do?"
"If this kid, Mo Hua, can really become a formation master in the future, that will be a blessing for us demon hunters. I'll take you to get to know him so that you can talk to him if anything happens in the future."
After all, Yu Chengyi was a demon hunter at the ninth level of Qi refining. He was still a little unhappy when he was asked to see a child's face, but seeing his father's livid expression, he could only say "yes" obediently.
Elder Yu brought Yu Chengyi to the Mo family.
Mo Shan was surprised. He didn't expect that Elder Yu would come here in person. Moreover, Yu Chengyi also came. He thought it was something big and his expression became solemn.
Elder Yu waved his hand, "Nothing to do, I'm here to look at the ink paintings, you can do your business."
Mo Shan was stunned, but he felt relieved when he thought that it was probably about the formation.
Mo Hua was also surprised when he saw Elder Yu.
He thought it was Elder Yu who thought he was too slow in drawing the formation, so he came to question him.
But it’s not that big of a deal, the dignified elders in the foundation-building period wouldn’t be so small-minded…
Mo Hua whispered: "Elder Yu, are you looking for me?"
Elder Yu didn't know what to say for a moment, so he coughed and asked: "It will take a long time to draw that formation..."
Mo Hua's heart tightened.
Elder Yu is not really blaming me for drawing slowly...
But it's really his fault that he was so focused on practicing kung fu that he forgot about this matter.
When I think about it, a month has passed.
Mo Hua was a little embarrassed and could only say:
"Elder, I paint relatively slowly. I paint two or three paintings a day, and I couldn't finish them until yesterday."
Elder Yu and Yu Chengyi looked at each other.
"He really painted it himself!"
The iron armor formation with six lines of formations. As a teenager, he could draw two or three sets in one day!
This was painted by him without delaying his practice!
The father and son were stirred up in their hearts, but they tried to remain calm on the outside.
"Not slow, not slow!" Elder Yu said quickly, "It's much faster than I thought."
He originally thought that it would be good if he could finish one ink painting in one day. If he painted like this for three months, even if it was less than a hundred, it would still be eighty or ninety. He would just make up for the rest slowly in the future.
But now Mo Hua's formation speed is much faster than he thought!
What a talent!
Elder Yu was overjoyed, took out the storage bag, and whispered softly: "I was afraid that you would be tired, so I gave you some nourishing elixirs and spiritual objects, and some spiritual flesh, which is nothing.
Don’t worry about keeping your precious things..."
Yu Chengyi was stunned as he watched from the side. When had his father ever used such a kind and friendly tone when talking to others?
It's like someone has taken away your body...
Yu Chengyi couldn't help but shudder.
"How good is this..."
Mo Hua declined politely.
Elder Yu deliberately kept a straight face, "Just take what I give you!"
Mo Hua had no choice but to accept it. Elder Yu nodded, then pulled Yu Chengyi over and said:
"This is your Uncle Yu. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just go to him and don't be polite to him."
Yu Chengyi was looked at by Mo Hua's pair of black and watery eyes. He was at a loss for a moment, so he forced out a smile and said:
"Yes, if you have any trouble in the future, just ask your Uncle Yu. You're welcome."
Yu Chengyi was looked at by Mo Hua and didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to follow his father's words and say it again.
Elder Yu hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. This stupid son can't even say a word!
Mo Hua said gratefully: "Thank you, Elder Yu! Thank you, Uncle Yu!"
Elder Yu nodded happily, and then patted Mo Hua's shoulder.
"You practice well and learn the formations well, and we won't disturb you."
After saying that, he took Yu Chengyi away.
Mo Hua was a little nervous at first, thinking that Elder Yu thought he was slow in drawing the formation. Now he saw that Elder Yu not only didn't care, but was actually very happy, so he was relieved.
Mo Hua happily gave the etiquette instructions given by Elder Yu to his father Mo Shan.
"Dad, this is what Elder Yu gave me. You should keep it first."
To be continued...