"Yan teaches him... is drawing formations for the zombie village?"
Mo Hua's little face became worried.
The strict teaching will not go bad...
He wanted to figure it out, so he let go of his spiritual sense and wanted to see that there was no one in the zombie village drawing formations.
The majestic spiritual consciousness unfolded, and the zombie village melted the outline.
Among all the white, light blue, light white, black and gray air are entangled and complicated.
This is the true form of spiritual energy under the superficial appearance of the world.
Or, it's just a deeper appearance.
Ink paintings calmed their energy and focused their minds, searched one by one, and looked at them one by one.
After a cup of tea, I finally discovered something.
In a secluded and narrow room, there was a monk living alone, cultivating his cultivation and refining Qi, sitting at the table, concentrating on drawing formations.
At the end of his pen, neat array patterns were outlined, and the formations under his pen gradually appeared.
It seems to be a spirit gathering array.
When Mo Hua peeked at him with his spiritual sense.
He felt something, paused, looked up and looked around, then looked at him in a daze.
"Someone?"
"No, this is a zombie village, there is no outsider..."
"But……"
He frowned.
I did notice a trace of breath just now.
This scent is very familiar, as if it is an old friend, but when you carefully distinguish it, there is no trace.
"Isn't it an illusion..."
He shook his head, as if he was thinking of something, sighed slightly, and continued to draw the formation.
Ink painting opens his eyes.
It is the breath of strict teaching!
He thought for a moment, then he hid his body, used his body skills, tiptoed to a roof, leaned down, poked his little head out, and looked into the room.
In the small room, the layout is simple, with only one bed, one table and one chair.
In addition, it is all about array books, array diagrams, as well as miscellaneous items related to arrays such as pen and ink.
Someone in the room was drawing formations, dressed simply and had a straight figure.
His face was serious, a little tired, but his eyes were firm.
It is the familiar teaching of ink painting!
Mo Hua felt a little excited.
Since Yan Teaching left Tongxian City, Mo Hua has never seen him.
Teacher Yan has the grace of enlightening the formation for himself, and Mo Hua occasionally has concerns.
I don’t know how the situation of Yan’s teaching is, whether the path of Tao is smooth, whether the formation has been improved, and whether I have found a Taoist partner…
Later, when I arrived in Nanyue City, I heard that Master Yan was missing in the mine, and Mo Hua was always worried.
At this moment, Mo Hua was relieved to see that Yan Zhishen was safe and sound.
Mo Hua thought about it and did not rush to meet Teacher Yan, but decided to observe and see what Teacher Yan was doing.
As time goes by, people's hearts change easily.
Ink painting is uncertain. Is the current strict teaching still the original strict teaching?
Did he do bad things for the zombie village?
Mo Hua calmed down, held her little face tense, and observed in secret.
Teacher Yan is still drawing formations. He is serious and meticulous, completely unaware that he is being "peeped over" by former students.
After drawing the formation, Teacher Yan read the formation book again, read some formation diagrams, and made notes.
Mo Hua nodded slightly, this is how Yan Xue taught herself.
You must be diligent when learning formations.
Read more, learn more, think more, and remember more.
Teacher Yan read the array book, but not long after, he was disturbed.
A corpse cultivator, who was dressed in gray and had a white face, knocked on the door of Teacher Yan's room.
"Mr. Yan."
Teacher Yan frowned and showed displeasure. He didn't like being disturbed when studying the formation, but he still got up, opened the door, and said in a calm tone:
"What's up?"
Corpse cultivation: "The formation in the west of the village is broken..."
I know this ink painting because it was he who deliberately broke it!
Teacher Yan frowned, "Is it broken?"
The corpse cult bowed and said, "Please go over and take a look."
The corpse cultivator said "please", but his expression was cold and he did not have the attitude of "please", and it seemed that the teacher Yan Shi did not refuse.
Teacher Yan nodded, "Wait."
Then he went into the house, looked for a few pens, picked up a few bottles of ink, and found a formation map, put it into the storage bag, and then practiced the corpse:
"Let's go."
Zi Xiu led Teacher Yan out.
Before leaving the door, Teacher Yan locked the house and opened the formation.
I don't seem to want others to enter this room.
But as long as it is a formation, you can't defend against ink painting.
After Yan Zhishe left, Mo Hua quietly untied the formation of the roof and fell from the roof into the house with slight hands.
He did not look through it, but just glanced at it and judged what formations Teacher Yan was drawing through the aura of the formation and the type of formation pattern.
Most of the formations in the house are the Five Elements formations.
The Five Elements Formation is very familiar with ink painting, so you can see the general idea at a glance.
It is a formal and serious formation, not an evil formation.
In addition, there are a few rare formations, which are not difficult.
There are several array diagrams placed on the table, with traces of reading for many years.
These array diagrams are formations that are used for the smelting array, earth and stone array, etc., first-grade array masters have grade assessments and are used all year round.
It seems that Teacher Yan is still working hard to become a first-grade formation master.
After reading several formations drawn by Teacher Yan, Mo Hua nodded and made a preliminary judgment that Teacher Yan had already reached the level of a first-grade formation master.
Unfortunately, the exploring is not extensive enough.
Once the assessment formation is more remote and tricky, it will be very difficult to set the product.
It depends on luck or chance.
Apart from this, there is no ultimate formation, nor an evil formation.
The ink painting is both a bit disappointed and very grateful.
What was disappointing was that there was no clue to the ultimate formation.
Fortunately, Teacher Yan did not master the ultimate formation, nor did he accomplice the tiger, so he cultivated and drew evil formations for the corpses of these corpses in the corpse villages, and helped them refine corpses and raise corpses.
Mo Hua speculated that Teacher Yan might just be held hostage.
Because of the identity of the formation master, he saved his life, and because of the identity of the formation master, he was coerced by the corpse cultivator, he had to join the corpse village and paint some formations for them to build camps.
After all, no matter where you go, the formation master is a rare talent for practicing Taoism.
This is especially true for Yan Teach, who is almost the first-class formation master.
But this is just my own guess. I have to ask whether this is the case.
Mo Hua found a stool, sat in the corner, hiding his body, and quietly waited for Teacher Yan to come back.
Half an hour later, Teacher Yan came back.
The corpse cultivator kept delivering Teacher Yan to the door, watching Teacher Yan enter the house, and then turned around and left.
After Master Yan entered the room, he sighed, continued to return to the table, and began to read the array book.
As he looked, Teacher Yan muttered:
"How can the formation be broken?"
Suddenly, his expression sternly and he felt something was wrong.
The formation cannot be broken for no reason.
Then Teacher Yan was shocked and his pupils shrank slightly.
It seems that someone has come to my own room!
He immediately stood up and swept his spiritual sense, but found nothing.
There was nothing passive about the table, chair, book and pictures, but he had a kind of intuition, as if someone had come in and looked through something.
Who is it?!
And why?
Teacher Yan frowned and looked solemn.
At this moment, a small hand gently patted Yan Zhishi's shoulder.
Yan Xie felt cold in his heart and his scalp became numb.
Is there anyone in the house?
And this person is standing behind him at this moment?!
When Teacher Yan was nervous, he heard a crisp voice in his ear and asked:
"Student Yan, why are you a thief?"
This sound is the sound of a child, crisp and beautiful.
And, very, very familiar...
Teacher Yan suddenly turned around, opened his mouth wide, and then said for a while:
"Ink...Ink painting?!"
Mo Hua smiled brilliantly, "Study Yan, long time no see."
Teacher Yan was completely stunned.
He blinked and looked at the ink painting.
The ink paintings are still what he remembers, exquisite and cute, with clear eyebrows and eyes, but they are a few years older and a little taller.
In addition to his glittering eyes, he also brought some unfathomable, like a deep and lustery jade.
Teacher Yan blinked again, looked at the ink painting, and then said relievedly:
"It turned out to be a dream..."
When people get old, they like to recall the past.
It seems that I remembered the incident in Tongxian City again, and the child Mo Hua...
Teacher Yan felt relieved and looked quite emotional.
Mo Hua said speechlessly, but helplessly:
"Study Yan, it's me, I'm here to find you."
Teacher Yan was slightly stunned.
As far as dreaming is concerned...
This sound is a bit clearer.
The expression of the ink painting is also a bit vivid.
He looked at it intently and seemed to be able to see the broken face of the ink painting.
Teacher Yan looked up again, and saw the mountains were dark and cold, but there was indeed a sun hanging high between the cliffs.
In this broad daylight, how can there be dreams to do?
Teacher Yan was stunned, then stretched out his hand with a trembling trembling, gently holding Mo Hua's shoulder, and said in disbelief:
"It's really... it's really an ink painting?"
Yan Xie's voice trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet.
He didn't expect that he would really see the student Mo Hua again in his life...
Mo Hua was also a little moved and nodded:
"It's me!"
Teacher Yan suddenly looked frightened and said worriedly:
"But why... why did you come here?"
"I'll come to find you."
Teacher Yan was stunned, "Look for me?"
Mo Hua said: "It's not just about looking for you, but also about Zhang Quan, zombies, and... a formation."
Teacher Yan was confused when he heard this, and then he thought of something and his eyes were shocked:
"You are also looking for... Lingshu Formation?"
Mo Hua nodded and felt sure.
It seems that the formation on the zombies is treasured by the Little Ling Yin Sect and inherited from the Great Ling Yin Sect more than a thousand years ago:
Lingshu Formation!
Thank you for your reward by book friend ChanSO ~
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Chapter completed!