Ten days later, thanks to Mr. Feng's elixir, Xiaohu and Dahu, who had recovered from their injuries, went into the mountains to hunt monsters again.
Demon hunters are bound to get injured and bleed. Dahu and the others are not too old and are still novices. However, from the moment they wear their demon hunting orders and go into the mountains to hunt demons, they have to gradually adapt to the life of a demon hunter.
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The demon hunters in Tongxian City have always come here like this. Demon hunters enter the mountains every day, demon hunters are injured every month, and demon hunters die in the mountains every year.
Mo Hua could only wish Dahu and the others good luck in his heart.
But unfortunately, Mo Hua's wishes had no effect. Half a month later, Dahu was carried out of the mountain, and his blood was spread all over the ground.
Mo Hua was drawing formations at home when he suddenly heard a commotion and went out to inquire. Only then did he find out that the big tiger was seriously injured while hunting monsters and his life or death was unknown.
The ink painting is like being splashed with cold water, and your hands and feet are cold.
He rushed to the Xinglin Pavilion and saw Mr. Feng with a solemn expression, treating Dahu's injuries.
Dahu was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his face was as white as paper, and he didn't know if he was breathing. There was a large pool of blood on his chest, which was flowing out and stained his coat bright red.
The ink paintings were frightening to see.
When Mr. Feng saw the ink painting, he picked up a pair of rattan armor and asked solemnly: "Is this the formation you drew on it?"
The rattan armor was also bloody, with a hole on one side, as if it had been pierced by the teeth or claws of a monster. There were some patterns painted on the inside of the rattan armor.
Mo Hua nodded.
Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I have this rattan armor, otherwise this kid's life would have been lost..."
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then the stone in his heart fell to the ground.
Mr. Feng said this, that big tiger should at least be alive and well, and it would be easy to live as a human being.
The friends who have been playing together since childhood and have always stood in front of Mo Hua and helped Mo Hua fight. If there is really something wrong with him, just thinking about it, it feels uncomfortable.
Shuanghu and Xiaohu came over crying. When they heard that Dahu was fine, they silently wiped their tears.
Uncle Meng was also hunting monsters in the mountains. When he heard that Dahu was in trouble, he hurried back. His expression was relatively calm, but his hands were trembling slightly.
Aunt Meng was originally helping out on the street, but her family was in short supply of spiritual stones. She was busier than before. When she heard something happened to Dahu, she hurried over.
Aunt Meng stood at the door, hesitating for a long time, not daring to enter. Finally, she gritted her teeth and staggered in. When she heard that the big tiger was not in danger, all her strength seemed to be drained, and she sat down on the ground and buried her head in the door.
Tears in my sleeves.
Mr. Feng said that thanks to the rattan armor Mo Hua gave him, he saved Dahu's life.
Dahu and the others went into the mountains today and were hunting a split-claw wolf monster. While they were fighting, another long-tailed monster suddenly appeared in the grass.
Dahu blocked his two younger brothers behind him and faced the long-tailed monster head-on. But with his cultivation, he was no match for the monster. The long-tailed monster's tail was spiked, and it was fierce and fast. In an instant,
Then it stabbed Dahu's heart. Dahu had no time to dodge and was stabbed in the chest.
Fortunately, the vine armor on Dahu's chest was equipped with an iron armor array, which was tougher than ordinary vine armor and was not penetrated for a while. Although Dahu did not dodge the attack, he turned slightly sideways, causing the tip of the monster's tail to tilt to one side.
After the tip of the tail penetrated the rattan armor and pierced the big tiger's chest, it did not hurt the big tiger's heart.
Although Dahu was stabbed in the chest and was bleeding profusely, his heart and veins were not damaged, so his life was fine. Mr. Feng treated him promptly, so even if he was temporarily comatose, he would slowly wake up after a while.
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Aunt Meng thanked Mr. Feng profusely, and then held Mo Hua's hand tightly, feeling grateful in her heart, but she was so choked that she couldn't say a word...
People will inevitably endure suffering throughout their lives, and some people will always endure more suffering than others.
Mo Hua looked at the haggard Aunt Meng with a sour heart.
Fortunately, Mo Huahua's iron armor formation took effect and Dahu was not in danger, so Mo Huahua felt a little better.
Ten days later, Dahu's injury healed again, and the three brothers were going into the mountains to hunt monsters together again. Mo Hua went to see them off specially.
Dahu had just recovered from his injury, and his complexion was not very good, but his eyes were firm. Although the expressions of Shuanghu and Xiaohu were a bit solemn, they did not show any fear.
Even though they lost so much blood, were seriously injured, and almost lost their lives, the three of them still did not hesitate or fear, and still planned to go into the mountains to hunt monsters after recovering from their injuries.
"My parents treated our injuries and we owe so many spiritual stones. We should pay them back as soon as possible."
"I don't want my mother to suffer anymore."
"Me too……"
They bid farewell to the ink paintings and walked along the path towards the mountains.
Mo Hua watched as their figures became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the vast black mountains.
In the following days, Mo Hua's life was quite difficult.
In addition to being able to draw formations unscrupulously on the Taoist stele in the Sea of ​​Knowledge at night, every drop of spiritual ink and ink painting during the day was used carefully.
If you are already familiar with the formations, you must not use Ling Mo, because it will be a waste; if you have not yet learned the formations, you must not use Ling Mo, because it will also be wasteful.
For those half-familiar formations, Mo Hua also has to pick and choose. He feels that the properties of the formation are rare and the formation pivot structure is special, so it is worthy of Mo Hua to open the ink bottle, tap out the spiritual ink, and copy and comprehend bit by bit.
After a period of time, one day at dinner, Mo Shan suddenly said to Mo Hua:
"Hua'er, someone asked me to help you draw some formations..."
Mo Hua is a little stunned, and Mo Shan's expression is also a little subtle.
Mo Shan never bothered much about the formations drawn by ink.
First, because hunting monsters is a hard job. Mo Shan is also the captain of the monster hunting team. He has to lead a team of monks into the mountains to hunt. He must not only hunt monster beasts, but also ensure safety. The reward for hunting monsters,
They also have to be allocated according to the rules, which is both dangerous and busy. In the past, the Moshan painters basically relied on the spiritual stones earned from monster hunting in Moshan. As Moshan was busy, he had no time to take care of other things.
The second reason is that Mo Shan doesn't know much about formations. His understanding of formations is limited to being able to identify a few common formations, or detecting where monks have set up traps using formations. There are no internal channels within the division.
I don’t know, and naturally I don’t know what to ask.
The third reason is that Mo Hua is worry-free. Whether it’s cultivation or formation, whatever needs to be done can be done without him having to say anything. He doesn’t have to worry about it, and he doesn’t want to put too much pressure on Mo Hua;
Mo Hua is still young and his cultivation level is low. Even if he has talent, it will take time to truly succeed in learning formations, and it cannot be that fast.
It is difficult for monks to learn formations, and it is even more difficult to become an formation master. Mo Shan knows this very well.
Among the slightly famous formation masters in Tongxian City, all of them have a lot of hair and beards. Some of them are not only full of white hair, but even their hair is about to fall out.
Now it seems that he has a good talent for ink painting. If he can become an ordinary formation master before the age of thirty and make a living by using formation techniques, he will be very satisfied even if he cannot reach the top level.
And he just needs to be more careful and not die in the monster's belly before Mo Hua grows up.
Until yesterday, a demon hunter came to Mo Shan and very formally said that he wanted to ask Mo Hua to draw some formations. He was also very polite in his words and did not doubt whether Mo Hua could draw it.
Only then did Mo Shan realize something was wrong.
Being asked to come to your home to draw formations, isn't this the kind of treatment only formation masters get?
This kid Hua'er...couldn't he already be a formation master...
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My fingers are numb... Good night everyone.
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