Outside a gloomy and deep second-grade monster nest, Mo Hua sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, put his spiritual consciousness to the limit, and sensed the traces of spiritual power in the nest.
After a cup of tea, Mo Hua opened her eyes and shook her head, "No."
Several foundation-building monks surrounded the ink paintings and went to the next monster nest according to the location on the map.
After searching for several nests like this, Zhang Lan finally couldn't help it. He lowered his voice and asked Commander Yang quietly:
"How did you see this?"
Zhang Lan also came with him.
Although he is a Qi Refining Cultivator, he is the Diansi of the Daotingsi and comes from a noble family. Even if he encounters a second-grade monster, he has some self-protection methods and follows them together.
"How else can you tell?" Commander Yang also whispered, "Of course I use my spiritual sense."
"Nonsense, do you need to say this?" Zhang Lan said unhappily, "I asked how the spiritual consciousness could see the traces of the formation?"
"Just be strong enough of the spiritual consciousness."
"How to call it strong enough?"
"Build the foundation... Isn't this child's spiritual sense already building the foundation?"
"You are also the foundation-building consciousness, can you tell?" Zhang Lan questioned.
"That's natural..." Commander Yang said guiltily.
Zhang Lan glanced at him, "Lying will be a bachelor for the rest of his life."
Commander Yang was stunned and couldn't help but say, "You're so fucking cruel! Can you say such vicious words?"
"Can you really see?" Zhang Lan asked again.
Commander Yang weighed the pros and cons in his heart for a long time, and felt that compared with a lifelong event, the little face he fought for in front of Zhang Lan was really worth mentioning.
Commander Yang said truthfully: "I can't see..."
Zhang Lan glanced at Commander Yang with contempt.
Commander Yang also looked at him with contempt, "You didn't see it either."
"I am refining Qi, it's normal not to tell. You are building a foundation, it's embarrassing if you can't tell!" Zhang Lan said with confidence.
"I don't feel ashamed of refining qi, but rather proud. I'm so shameless, you Zhang Lan, you're really shameless!" Commander Yang said disgusted.
This kind of ridicule is no longer lethal to Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan looked calm and suddenly said in confusion:
"It's not because of the spiritual consciousness, then what else can it be?"
Commander Yang also touched his chin, thought for a moment, and slowly said, "Because Mo Hua is a formation master?"
Because he is a formation master, he deals with formations all year round and draws formation patterns every day, so it is normal for the spiritual consciousness to sense the traces of formations.
Zhang Lan nodded slightly, and he also felt something was right.
"But," Commander Yang said in confusion again:
"Can other formation masters really sense it?"
This is the nest of a monster. The demonic energy inside is soaring into the sky. Various blood and demonic powers are enough to cover up all the spiritual power.
With his spiritual sense during the foundation-building stage, he could not tell what was in the nest.
Even if other formation masters are stronger than him, they will not be much stronger.
But the ink painting is different. Whether there is a formation in the nest is very certain or even sure.
This shows that his spiritual sense peeked at the nest very clearly, and his perception of the existence of the formation was like a clear view of fire.
Zhang Lan frowned and thought for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and muttered:
"I guess I learned something strange again..."
Zhang Lan has become accustomed to it.
Especially in the formation, he could "guid" Mo Hua a few words at the beginning, but now compared with Mo Hua, he is already a "illiterate" in the formation...
He is all illiterate, so Yang Jiyong doesn’t have to think about it. He must be a big illiterate person.
The two formations are "illiterate". Considering this problem, it is really overestimated.
Zhang Lan belittled Yang Jiyong again, and then he felt a little better.
After searching for a few more nests, he came to a remote cave. Mo Hua's spiritual sense was released and he was suddenly stunned.
Everyone's expressions became serious, "What did you find?"
Mo Hua raised her head, her eyes lit up slightly and said, "There is a formation!"
There is really!
Everyone looked happy and asked again: "What kind of formation is it?"
"Wait a minute." Mo Hua said, "I'll take a look."
After saying that, Mo Hua began to release his spiritual consciousness, and based on the spiritual trajectory of the formation, the formation patterns of the formation were calculated, and stroke by stroke in the empty white sea of ​​consciousness, outlining the complete formation patterns to judge the type of formation.
After an hour, Mo Hua opened his eyes again, took out paper and pen, and simply drew several paths in the cave and the formations laid on the road.
"There is not much time, I haven't finished it. There should be some omissions in the formation, but you can refer to it."
Elder Yu and others didn't understand the formation at all, so it didn't sound like it. They just thought that Mo Hua was really reliable and could solve any formation problem.
However, Zhang Lan and Commander Yang looked at each other, with a little surprised and suspicious in each other's eyes.
What does "count" mean?
They have never heard of a formation that can be "calculated"?
How to calculate it?
They came from a noble family. Even though they were not good at learning the formation, they still knew some common sense about the formation under the influence of the eyes.
But since they were young, they had come into contact with so many formation divisions, including from aristocratic families, sects, and silences.
So many formation masters, regardless of high or low quality, whether they are knowledgeable or specialized, have never mentioned the word "counter".
They never expected that such an unusual word for formation would be heard from Mo Hua, who only had the seventh level of Qi refining, only the first-class level of formation, and was only in his teens.
Who did this kid Mo Hua learn from?!
Zhang Lan and the other two pretended to be calm on the surface, but their hearts were filled with storms.
For the first time, they felt the unfathomableness of the people who guided the ink painting formation.
At the same time, in their eyes, the small ink paintings have become a bit unfathomable...
But now is not the time to sigh at these things.
It’s more important to catch the Qian family’s ancestor.
Zhou Zhangsi pointed to the picture that Mo drew, and said, "These passages lead to the depths of the nest, and the ancestor of the Qian family should be hiding inside..."
"We go to look for it separately. When we encounter an abnormality, don't act rashly and send out signals. Others will rush to meet. After the meeting, we will take action together."
Everyone nodded and chose a way. Before leaving, Elder Yu turned his head and gently reminded Mo Hua:
"Hide it yourself, be careful."
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, looked at Elder Yu's arm, and said worriedly: "Elder, does it matter if your injury is not important?"
Previously, Elder Yu sneaked into the Qian family's ancestor and was injured by the Qian family's ancestor and broke his arm. Although Mr. Feng was treated, he still had the root of the disease and was unable to move.
Not only Elder Yu, but everyone was more or less injured when they surrounded and killed the Qian family ancestor.
At this time, the Qian family ancestor was unknown. If he really encountered it, he would probably be in danger.
Elder Yu smiled freely and said, "I have been against the Qian family for so many years, but I never dreamed that I could force the Qian family ancestor to this point. As long as I could kill the Qian family ancestor, my arms would be broken and even my life would be worth it."
The worries in Mo Hua's eyes became even heavier.
Elder Yu gently patted his shoulder and sighed:
"Don't worry, I'm a good deal."
Mo Hua nodded and watched everyone walk into the depths of the nest and disappear into the darkness with some anxiety.
Even though we know the future is dangerous, we still insist on it.
"I hope nothing happens..."
Mo Hua hid her body and hid quietly beside her. She couldn't help but sigh and said silently in her heart.
At the same time, Nanshan is in the middle.
Mr. Zhuang did not lie on a bamboo chair to rest as usual, but sat at the table with a straight and elegant posture, organizing some booklets and jade slips.
"Is it for ink painting?"
Old Puppet appeared quietly at some point, and his voice said in a hunch.
"Yes." Mr. Zhuang didn't even raise his head, but he was still looking at a book in his hand. "Parking up some experience in formations for him. After I leave, it depends on him to learn the formations..."
Mr. Zhuang's tone was plain, but for some reason, he was faintly melancholy.
"I haven't seen you take such care of me in person." Old Kuang said lightly.
Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned when he heard this. Some memories of the past appeared in his heart, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"I have never been a qualified master..."
Mr. Zhuang then said:
"Not only is it not worthy of being a teacher, but it is not worthy of being a disciple, otherwise it wouldn't be..."
Mr. Zhuang didn't continue to say anything, but his expression became even more lonely.
Puppet old man remained silent.
"Forget it, old things, passing clouds and mists, now everything has passed, it's useless to think about it."
Mr. Zhuang packed the classic jade slips, put them in a storage bag, and lay down leisurely.
"Where are those two children of the Bai family?" asked Mr. Kuang.
Mr. Zhuang thought for a moment and sighed:
"Those two... are all good kids."
After saying that, he was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that my selfish junior sister would have raised such a pair of children."
"You really don't accept them as disciples?" asked Old Kuang.
"No!" Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said in a decisive tone:
"It's not long before I can live. Before I get buried, I naturally want to be more peaceful, less cause and effect, and less worry."
"They may not give up."
"What can I do if I don't give up?" Mr. Zhuang looked expressionless, his eyes passed through the courtyard, crossed the mountains, looked at the distant horizon, and said lightly:
"It's not that easy to meet again. Not always, you can have such a fate..."
Not anywhere, there is a little disciple called "Ink Painting"...
Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.
Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had made up his mind, Ku Lao stopped talking.
After nothing happened, Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes and wanted to take a rest.
Suddenly, his brow moved, he opened his eyes again, looked up at the sky, and kept looking for a long time.
"What's wrong?" asked Old Kuang.
Mr. Zhuang gradually frowned and said in a serious tone:
"Why is the breath of the Great Dao so turbid?"
Old Kuang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and also looked at the horizon, his expression shook.
"This is……"
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but stand up slowly, pinched his fingers with his hands, and gradually showed an incredible look on his face.
"The way of heaven changes?"
Mr. Zhuang's heart trembled, and he calculated again with his fingers, his expression becoming more and more incredible.
"How is it possible..." Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but lose his mind and murmured:
"How could this place be a small fairy city in a corner of Jiuzhou? How could it be that the changes in the way of heaven would be born?"
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Chapter completed!