Just like that, rush to the road, draw formations, beat the robbers, hehe Dabai, and look at the customs and customs along the way.
A few months later, Mo Hua and his group finally arrived in Nanyue City.
Nanyue City is larger than Tongxian City.
On the mountain peak outside Nanyue City, looking into the distance with ink paintings, I roughly estimated that Nanyue City is about as big as two Tongxian City.
The city tower is a little taller, but a little more simple.
The formation above is not very profound.
Of course this is for ink painting.
The city walls are old and exposed to wind and sun, and are somewhat dry and mottled.
Before entering the city, each person will have to pay the entrance fee for a spirit stone.
Not all fairy cities need to pay for entry.
Don't want Tongxian City.
Along the way, almost most of the immortal cities don’t want it either.
And even if you have to get into the city, it won’t be that much.
A spirit stone is not a small number for ordinary casual cultivators.
What's more, the area in Xiaohuangzhou looks even poorer than in other places.
Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Kuang, and three little apprentices, there are a total of five people in their vocation.
Ink painting received five spirit stones.
The guard collected the spirit stone and let it go.
They didn't dare to make things difficult for the ink painting.
Because the tall and big white was standing next to the ink painting.
The monks who can afford to use such a spirit horse and ride such a carriage cannot afford to offend them.
Mo Hua and a few people walked through the city gate and entered Nanyue City.
Nanyue City is larger and the road surface is more spacious.
However, the stone bricks on the ground are bumpy and dusty due to weathering. Most of the monks who come and go are shabby and have vicissitudes on their faces.
"Master, where are we going?"
Mo Hua sat on Dabai and turned around and asked.
"Let's find an inn to stay in first."
"good."
Mo Hua asked a few monks and then followed the street, turned left and right, and arrived at a street corner.
There is an inn on the corner of the street. There is an old plaque hanging on it, with the four words "Nanyue Inn" written on it.
Nanyue is only one word different from Nanyue, the city name.
This inn is neither luxurious nor crowded, and looks neat and clean.
Mo Hua and the others settled in Nanyue Inn.
After registering, the waiter served tea.
Ink painting told Xiaoer:
"Help me feed the big white horse!"
"Okay!"
The waiter shouted and asked again: "Little brother, what kind of grass do you use?"
"Is there anything different about the forage?" Mo Hua asked.
"Some of them are average, high-quality, and high-quality. The prices are different and the quality is different, but it is definitely worth the money."
Xiaoer explained verbally.
Mo Hua asked about the price again, and found that even if it was a top-notch one, it was not expensive, so she said heroically:
“Hey the best!”
The Xiaohuangzhou area is a bit desolate. When I come to travel these days, I haven’t even gotten any good grass from Mohua. Dabai’s food is not good, and he has lost weight by starvation.
Although she still looks tall and strong, Mo Hua knew that Dabai must have lost weight.
"Okay!"
The waiter happily went down to move the forage.
Mo Hua went over and touched Dabai, "When there is something delicious, you can eat more!"
Dabai nodded his head, stuck out his tongue, and licked Mo Hua's face affectionately.
The ink painting also smiled.
He prepared something delicious for Dabai, and he was going to have a meal too.
The inn prepared wine and food.
Mr. Zhuang and the others have already settled down.
Bai Zisheng was a little envious and confused when he saw the ink painting:
"Why is Dabai so close to you?"
Mo Hua said with confidence: "Because I feed it!"
Bai Zisheng shook his head, "No."
Not everyone feeds it, Dabai is willing to eat it.
At least when he was feeding him, Dabai obviously felt a little disgusted.
Mo Hua asked, "Is the things you feed too bad? That's why Dabai dislikes you?"
Bai Zisheng frowned, "Aren't they all grass? What's the difference?"
"Of course it's different. Some grass is delicious, while others are unpalatable."
Bai Zisheng frowned, "I'm not a horse, how do you know what grass is delicious and what grass is unpalatable?"
Then he looked at Mo Hua in shock, "You won't taste it yourself before feeding it to Dabai, right?"
Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng with a little contempt, "I'm not you, why are you so stupid?"
"I am your senior brother, you actually said I'm stupid?"
"Who stipulates that senior brother can't be stupid?"
...
The two of them whispered and said something again.
Bai Zisheng was still confused and couldn't help asking again:
"How do you know which grass is delicious and which grass is unpalatable?"
Mo Hua thought about it and whispered:
"I told you because you are my senior brother..."
"Yeah!" Bai Zisheng nodded repeatedly.
Mohua then pointed out:
“There are also some considerations for weeding.”
"The grass growing on the ground, when you look at it with your eyes, is mostly the same color..."
"But if you use your spiritual sense, the 'color' of grass is different."
"Some grass is light blue and rich in spiritual energy; some grass is tender green, which means fresh and tender; some grass is dark green, which means some old; some grass is red, which means some evil; some grass is purple or black, which means that it is poisonous..."
"When feeding Dabai, you have to pull the fresh and tender grass. Even if it is dark green, you can't be too old. Of course, you can pull the grass with spiritual energy better..."
Then Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zisheng lightly:
"The grass you pulled looked the same, but the breath was red and green, and some were poisonous. It would be strange if Dabai didn't dislike you..."
Bai Zisheng is eye-opening.
If you pull out a piece of grass, you can even "pull" so much knowledge.
"How did you know these?" Bai Zisheng couldn't help asking.
Mo Hua was a little confused, "How else do you know this? You can tell with your eyes and your spiritual sense?"
Bai Zisheng's expression is complicated.
OK, he was pretending to be...
But then he frowned again.
Is that true?
I seemed to have used my spiritual sense to scan it, and I have never seen the colorful things Mo Hua said...
Could it be that the spiritual consciousness is insufficient?
Bai Zisheng was struggling with the matter of "grabbing weeds".
Ink paintings are feasting on the side.
He was busy for a long time and was very hungry.
As I was eating, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked Mr. Zhuang again:
"Master, can I go to Teacher Yan?"
Mr. Zhuang tasted the wine briefly and nodded, "Yes."
After saying that, he ordered, "Zisheng and Zixi go with you."
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both nodded and said, "Okay, Master."
After everyone finished their meal, Mr. Zhuang rested in the inn, and Mr. Kuang looked at the carriage.
Mo Huaze and Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi visited Nanyue City to see if they could find Teacher Yan.
Ink painting starts from the perspective of the formation master.
Teacher Yan is a formation master. If you arrive in Nanyue City, you should have intersections with other formation masters.
Mo Hua asked the waiter and found out the caves of several famous formation masters in Nanyue City.
One or two of them are first-grade formation masters who pass the fixed grade.
There are still a few who can draw a first-grade nine-patterned formation, but they have never crossed the threshold and have never been determined. They can only be regarded as "pseudo-first-grade" formation masters.
Mo Hua remembered the residences of several people, and drew a line on the map of Nanyue City, and then visited one by one.
The threshold for the formation master is high.
Not only is it the threshold for talent, but also the threshold for in front of the cave, it is also very high.
At least three young monks in Mohua can't get through.
Although she looks extraordinary, she is indeed a little young and looks too young.
The disciple stopped them and refused to let them in, but he was still quite polite, just said:
"Sir is receiving distinguished guests, so it's not convenient to disturb you."
Mo Hua asked, "When will the reception be finished?"
"That's right, it's hard to say..." the disciple hesitated.
After all, there are so many people queuing up to see their husbands, and it will take more than a month to line up.
What's more, whether the sir has time or not, it is not certain to meet these three young monks.
He thought that Mo Hua and his men came to visit the door to learn from their disciples.
This kind of thing happens often.
The disciple said politely: "Three friends, please come back."
Mo Hua had no choice but to take out the Tianshu Ring to show that he was truly and truly the "first-grade formation master".
The moment the Tianshu Ring was taken out, Mo Hua could clearly feel it. The person in this sect trembled a little, and his voice was trembling:
"You, you...this..."
He was a little incoherent and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Where can there be a first-grade formation master in his teens?
The disciples thought it was fake, but they didn't dare to gamble.
He is also an apprentice in formation and is a master to learn formation.
If it is fake, he will stop it.
But if it is true, then he will really offend a first-grade formation master and he will really get out of bed...
Besides, even if it is fake, if you know that using the "Tianshu Act" is fake, your identity is extraordinary, and at least you can be considered a "insider".
The disciple said respectfully:
"Little brother, wait a moment, I'll go in and report."
In less than a cup of tea, a formation master who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a half-white hair and looked like the master of the cave, walked out and said with a smile:
"I wonder which friend is a first-grade formation master?"
Mo Hua showed his Tianshu Ring again.
The formation master looked at the small ink painting, then looked at the Tianshu Ring, which was larger than the size of the thumb, then looked at the ink painting, then looked at the Tianshu Ring...
There was obviously a moment of loss of consciousness...
He heard from his disciples that a young first-grade formation master came to visit him, so he naturally didn't believe it at first.
Now, although I saw Tianshu Jie with my own eyes, I still believe and half doubt.
Until he invited the ink painting into the door, he saw the ink painting draw a first-grade formation with ease.
After that, I exchanged a few more questions about the knowledge of formations, and then I was convinced.
His attitude towards ink painting was extremely polite, and even a little respectful.
If you have no order of learning, those who are good at it are respected.
This young man has indeed achieved the achievement of a first-class formation master.
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Chapter completed!