Zhang Lan had made up his mind before and did not allow Mo Hua to enter the mountain. Now that he has something to do, he still needs to ask Mo Hua for help, so he felt a little embarrassed.
But the ink painting doesn’t matter. Zhang Lan’s request for him should also be related to the extermination of the Heishan Village.
As long as he can kill Heishan Village and kill all the evil cultivators in the village, he will be happy to help.
Zhang Lan brought the ink painting into the inner mountain and came to a desolate mountain peak.
There are bumpy pits near the mountain, and there are traces of war between most monks, but these traces are very old, and there are still several dug mine caves on the mountain.
The ink painting was a little surprised.
This mountain is actually an unknown peak.
That is, the mountain where the small spiritual mine they competed for with the Qian family at the beginning.
The traces of the battle around were left behind by the demon hunter and the monks of the Qian family. Of course, most of them were bombed out of his earth fire formation.
Unexpectedly, the Taoist soldiers were stationed here quietly.
Zhang Lan and Mo Hua walked to the foot of the mountain. In Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness could already sense the shadows of the mountain and mine caves.
These monks are calm and well-trained, so they should be the Taoist soldiers ordered by the Dao Ting.
Suddenly Mo Hua's expression tightened, and someone noticed his spiritual sense!
And he is a foundation-building monk!
At the same time, a cultivator with a burly and tall figure and square face suddenly appeared at the entrance of a cave on the mountainside.
His expression was solemn, his spiritual sense was released, and his eyes were filled with a bit of murderous intent.
When he discovered Zhang Lan and Mo Hua at the foot of the mountain, his face calmed down. He nodded slightly to Zhang Lan, and then turned around and walked into the cave.
"The foundation has been built, and I've even put on airs..."
Zhang Lan whispered with a disdainful expression.
Zhang Lan's voice was very small, but Mo Hua still heard it and couldn't help asking:
"Uncle Zhang, do you know each other?"
"That's right." Zhang Lan refused to say more and said to Mo Hua, "Let's go up."
Mo Hua nodded.
Among the shrubs and rocks near the mine cave, many Taoist soldiers wearing standard armor held spears and looked alert.
These Taoist soldiers and ink paintings were already seen when they scanned the spiritual sense, so they were not surprised.
Zhang Lan was even more calm, like a regular customer here.
These Taoist soldiers seemed to know Zhang Lan, and bowed and said, "Zhang Diansi!"
A Taoist soldier came out and brought Zhang Lan and Mo Hua to a stone chamber in the mine.
The stone chamber is wide and can be used to live in or discuss matters.
Mo Hua remembers that when he was competing with the Qian family for the spirit mine, Elder Yu lived in this stone chamber, and there was a small stone chamber next to the stone chamber.
At that time, he lived in the warm and comfortable small stone room next door, eating beef and drawing formations every day.
However, I didn't expect that this place is now used as a temporary camp for Taoist soldiers to station.
The layout of this large stone room has not changed, but the furnishings are completely different.
Around it was a silver armor, a red tassel spear, and a large table in the middle. There was a sand tray on the table, and there was a drawing on the sand tray.
The appearance of the sand table looks very similar to the Heishan Village.
And in front of the sand table, there was the burly and serious foundation-building commander standing.
The Foundation Leader nodded when he saw Zhang Lan, as if he had greeted him, and then frowned:
"Didn't you ask you to invite a formation master? Where is the person?"
Zhang Lan pushed the ink painting behind him forward, "What about this."
The Foundation Establishment Commander was stunned for a moment, then blew his beard and stared at him:
"Zhang Lan! Your uncle, I won't beat you up because I am building the foundation now. If you win, you won't be able to win. If you make fun of me, I won't be with you anymore!"
Zhang Lan snorted coldly: "If you have no idea about Taishan, open your eyes and see, this child is a real formation master. He is very busy with daily affairs. If it weren't for my sake, you might not have invited him!"
"Don't let your mother go!"
Commander Yang scolded Zhang Lan, "How many formations can such a older child know? Do you really think I know nothing about formations?"
Zhang Lan Yiran said without fear: "I will write a book to my mother, saying that you scold her for 'farning' and see if she will peel you..."
The foundation-building monk's eyelids twitched and said anxiously:
"Nonsense, I'm scolding you, don't mess with you!"
"What's the difference between scolding me and scolding my mother?" Zhang Lan was confident.
"The difference is so big. You are so old, can you not be so shameless?"
"How old am I? A man is thirty-one flowers, I am now at the age of being handsome and elegant..."
...
Ink painting was confused.
These two big men are much more childish when they quarrel.
Zhang Lan and the other two quarreled for a while, feeling dry mouth, so they sat down and drank a sip of tea.
The foundation-building commander realized that in front of a child, he, the foundation-building monk, had a quarrel with Zhang Lan, the Qi Refining monk, and was really shameless.
It’s also a big deal that Zhang Lan is not at all concerned about his work, so he started arguing with him.
The Foundation Leader coughed and pretended that nothing had happened just now, so he tried to ask about the ink painting as kindly as possible:
"Little brother, are you really a formation master?"
But his square face may be used to being stern, so he doesn't look very kind, but he looks a bit like an uncle with a ill-gotten plot...
I didn't know how to call Mo Hua, so Zhang Lan said aside:
"His surname is Yang, just call him 'Commander Yang'."
Mo Hua said with a crisp voice: "Commander Yang, Uncle Zhang is right, I am the formation master."
The Foundation Leader nodded and sighed in his heart.
This kid Zhang Lan is really a sin. For such an important thing, he actually asked a child to help.
Judging from his age, I don’t know how long it has been to learn the formation...
But at this time, I couldn't care about so much. Who made him not understand the formation? Not only him, but there were so many Taoist soldiers here, and they could not count the formation patterns with one hand.
Commander Yang took a sip of tea and asked:
"Where did you learn the formation?"
Mo Hua said modestly: "I haven't learned anything, I just got the first grade..."
As soon as this was said, Commander Yang sprayed a mouthful of tea directly, and wet the sand table and drawings in front of him.
Seeing this, Zhang Lan suddenly felt comfortable all over. He raised his eyebrows and laughed:
"Look at how you have never seen the world, aren't you just a first-class formation master in your teens? As for such a fuss?"
Zhang Lan's tone was normal, but she couldn't help but feel happy.
Commander Yang scolded Zhang Lan again, "Don't you go shit, how come there are so many genius formation masters in this world of Taoism? They are the first-class in their teens? They just happened to meet you?"
Zhang Lan said without hesitation: "If you don't believe it, forget it."
Commander Yang said: "I don't believe it, show me the formation drawn by this child."
Zhang Lan pointed to a drawing in the middle of the sand tray and said, "Isn't that true?"
The middle of the sand table is a map of the situation of Heishan Village.
Commander Yang was stunned and then cursed:
"Do you tell me your mother's indifference? The document on the report that it was not written, "Daotingsi of Tongxian City" took great risks and went deep into the tiger's den, inquired about the information about Heishan Village, and tried every means to draw the formation map of Heishan Village? Why did this child draw it again?"
Zhang Lan smiled and said to Mo Hua, "Take out that waist card and show it to Commander Yang."
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then realized what waist card Zhang Lan was talking about, so he took out the bronze waist card that Dao Tingsi gave him from the storage bag.
Commander Yang was stunned when he saw it.
Zhang Lan said proudly: "Did you see the bronze waist plate? He is a monk from my Daotingsi. Isn't the map he painted the same as the map we Daotingsi?"
Commander Yang was speechless and could only say:
"The bronze waist card is just an extra-staff..."
"There is also a member of the Dao Tingshi."
Commander Yang frowned, "Since the map was drawn by this child, it should be considered a credit, so why not just write it on?"
Zhang Lan curled his lips, "Who believes it when writing it? Do you believe it?"
Commander Yang looked at the young ink painting, and then looked at the black mountain village map on the sand table with strict, profound and complex strokes, and many first-grade formations, and sighed silently.
As long as the monks who have some common sense in their minds of practicing Taoism, they probably won’t believe it.
Of course he wouldn't believe it either.
()
Chapter completed!