Asking about longevity

Outside a gloomy second-grade demon beast's lair, Mo Hua sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, put his consciousness to the limit, and sensed the traces of spiritual power in the lair.

After a cup of tea, Mo Hua opened his eyes and shook his head, "No."

Several foundation-building monks gathered around Mo Hua and headed to the next monster lair according to the location on the map.

After searching several nests in this way, Zhang Lan finally couldn't bear it anymore. He lowered his voice and quietly asked Commander Yang:

"How can this be seen?"

Zhang Lan also followed.

Although he was a Qi Refining cultivator, he was still a Daotingsi Diansi, and he came from a noble family. Even if he encountered a second-grade monster, he had some means of self-protection, so he followed along.

"How else can we tell?" Commander Yang also whispered, "Of course it is with spiritual consciousness."

"Nonsense, you don't have to say this?" Zhang Lan said displeased, "I'm asking how the spiritual consciousness can see the traces of the formation?"

"As long as your spiritual consciousness is strong enough."

"How do you call it strong enough?"

"Build the foundation... Hasn't this child already established the foundation of his spiritual consciousness?"

"You are also a foundation-building spiritual consciousness, can you tell?" Zhang Lan questioned.

"That's natural..." Commander Yang said with a guilty conscience.

Zhang Lan glanced at him and said, "Lying will make you a bachelor for the rest of your life."

Commander Yang was stunned and couldn't help but said: "You are so damn cruel! Can you say such vicious words?"

"Can you really tell?" Zhang Lan asked again.

Commander Yang weighed it in his mind for a long time and felt that compared with the major events of his life, the little face he gained in front of Zhang Lan was really nothing.

Commander Yang said truthfully: "I can't tell..."

Zhang Lan glanced at Commander Yang with contempt.

Commander Yang returned the look with disdain, "You didn't even notice it."

"I'm a Qi-refining person, so you can't tell it's normal. You're a foundation-builder, so it's embarrassing if you can't tell it!" Zhang Lan said confidently.

"It's just a matter of practicing qi. You don't feel ashamed, but feel proud of it. You Zhang Lan, you are really shameless!" Commander Yang said with disgust.

This kind of ridicule no longer has any lethal effect on Zhang Lan. ɱ

Zhang Lan looked calm, but suddenly said doubtfully:

"If it's not because of divine consciousness, then what else could it be because of?"

Commander Yang also touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "Because Mo Hua is an array master?"

Because he is a formation master, he has been dealing with formations all year round, and he draws formation patterns every day, so it is normal for his spiritual consciousness to be able to detect the traces of formations.

Zhang Lan nodded slightly, and he also felt that it made sense.

"But," Commander Yang said doubtfully again:

"Can other formation masters really sense it?"

This is the lair of monster beasts, and the monster energy inside is soaring into the sky. The mixed blood energy and monster power are enough to cover up all the spiritual energy.

Even with his spiritual awareness in the foundation building stage, he couldn't tell what was in the lair.

Even if other formation masters are stronger than him, they are not too much stronger.

But the ink painting is different. Whether there is a formation in the lair or not, his expression is very certain, even determined.

This shows that his spiritual consciousness can see the nest very clearly, and his perception of the existence of the formation is also very clear.

Zhang Lan frowned and thought for a moment, but still couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking and muttered:

"I guess I learned something weird again..."

Zhang Lan has become accustomed to it.

Especially when it comes to formations, at first he could "point out" a few words to Mo Hua, but now compared to Mo Hua, he is already considered an "illiterate" in formations...

Since he himself was illiterate, it didn't take much for Yang Jiyong to think that he was definitely illiterate.

The two formations are "illiterate". Considering this kind of problem, they are really overestimating their capabilities.

Zhang Lan belittled Yang Jiyong again in his heart, and then felt better.

After searching a few more nests, they came to a remote cave. Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness and was suddenly startled.

Everyone's expressions became serious, "What did you find?"

Mo Hua raised his head and said with slightly bright eyes: "There is a formation!"

There really is!

Everyone looked happy and asked again: "What formation is it?"

"Wait a minute." Mo Hua said, "Let me take a look."

After saying that, Mo Hua began to let go of his spiritual consciousness. According to the spiritual power trajectory of the formation, he calculated the formation patterns of the formation. He stroke by stroke in the white sea of ​​consciousness, outlined the complete formation patterns to judge the type of the formation. .

An hour later, Mo Hua opened his eyes again, took out a pen and paper, and briefly drew several passages in the cave, as well as the formations laid out on the roads.

"We don't have much time. I haven't finished the calculation yet. There may 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 much. They just felt that Mo Hua was really reliable and could solve any formation problem.

Zhang Lan and Commander Yang looked at each other with some surprise in their eyes.

What does "calculate" mean?

They have never heard that formations can be "calculated"?

How is it calculated?

They come from aristocratic families, and even if they don't learn formations well, they still know some common sense about formations because of their family heritage.

But since they were young, they have come into contact with so many formation masters, some from aristocratic families, some from sects, and some from Xianyun Yehe.

So many formation masters, no matter high-grade or low-grade, knowledgeable or specialized, have never mentioned the word "calculation".

They never expected that such unfamiliar formation terms would be heard from Mo Hua, who was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, had only a first-level formation level, and was only in his teens.

Who is this kid Mo Hua following, and what has he learned? !

Zhang and Lan pretended to be calm on the surface, but in their hearts they were in a turmoil.

For the first time, they felt the inscrutability of the person who taught the ink painting formation.

At the same time, in their eyes, the small ink paintings have become a bit mysterious...

But now is not the time to lament this.

It's better to capture the ancestor of the Qian family.

Boss Zhou pointed to the picture drawn by Mo Hua and said: "These passages lead to the depths of the lair. The ancestor of the Qian family should be hiding inside..."

"Let's search separately. If we encounter any abnormalities, don't act rashly. Send a signal and the others will rush to join us. After we meet, we'll take action together."

Everyone nodded and each chose a path. Before leaving, Elder Yu turned his head and warned Mo Hua in a warm voice:

"Hide it yourself and be careful."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, glanced at Elder Yu's arm, and said worriedly: "Elder, is your injury okay?"

Elder Yu had previously attacked the ancestor of the Qian family in a sneak attack and was injured by the ancestor of the Qian family, breaking his arm. Although he was treated by Mr. Feng, the root of the disease was still left and he had difficulty moving.

Not only Elder Yu, but also everyone was more or less injured when they surrounded and killed the ancestor of the Qian family.

At this time, the strength of the ancestor of the Qian family is unknown. If he really encounters him, it will probably be disastrous.

Elder Yu said with a carefree smile: "I have been against the Qian family for so many years, and I never dreamed that I could push the ancestor of the Qian family to this point. As long as I can kill the ancestor of the Qian family, my arms will be broken, and I will even lose money. This life is worth it."

The worry in Mo Hua's eyes became heavier.

Elder Yu patted his shoulder gently and sighed:

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

Mo Hua nodded and watched with some anxiety as everyone walked towards the depths of the lair and disappeared into the darkness.

Even though they knew the road ahead was dangerous, everyone still had no hesitation.

"I hope nothing happens..."

Mo Hua concealed his figure and quietly hid aside. He couldn't help but sigh and said silently in his heart.

At the same time, Nanshan’s Zuowang was in the middle.

Mr. Zhuang did not lie down on the bamboo chair to rest as usual, but sat upright and elegantly at the table, sorting some books and jade slips.

"Is it prepared for ink painting?"

The old man appeared quietly at some point and said in a dull voice.

"Well." Mr. Zhuang didn't even raise his head, still looking at a book in his hand, "I will give him some formation experience. After I leave, he will have to rely on himself to learn the formation..."

Mr. Zhuang's tone was calm, but for some reason, it was vaguely melancholy.

"None of my direct disciples have ever seen you put so much thought into it." Puppet Lao said calmly.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled when he heard this. Some memories of the past came to mind, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I have never been a qualified master..."

Mr. Zhuang then laughed at himself:

"Not only do you not deserve to be a teacher, you don't even deserve to be a disciple, otherwise you wouldn't..."

Mr. Zhuang did not continue speaking, but his expression became even more lonely.

The old man was silent.

"That's all, old things have passed away. Now that everything is gone, there's no point thinking about it."

Mr. Zhuang collected the jade slips from the classics, put them into a storage bag, and then lay down leisurely.

"Where are the two children of the Bai family?" Puppet Lao asked.

Mr. Zhuang thought for a moment and sighed slightly:

"Those two...are both good boys."

After saying that, he was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that my selfish junior sister would actually raise such a pair of children."

"You really don't want to accept them as your disciples?" Puppet Lao asked.

"I won't accept it!" Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said decisively:

"I don't have long to live. Before I go to the grave, I naturally want to be quieter, less involved in cause and effect, and less worried."

"They're not necessarily going to give up."

"What can I do if I don't give up?" Mr. Zhuang had no expression on his face, looking across the courtyard, over the mountains, towards the distant horizon, and said calmly:

"The sky is high and the water is vast. If we want to meet again, it will not be so easy. It is not always possible to have such a fate..."

It's not like anywhere can have a disciple named "Mo Hua"...

Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had made up his mind, Mr. Puppet said nothing more.

After being speechless for a while, Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a while.

Suddenly his brows moved, he opened his eyes again, looked up at the sky, and kept looking at it for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Puppet Lao asked.

Mr. Zhuang gradually frowned and said in a solemn tone:

"Why is the aura of the avenue so turbid?"

The old man was slightly startled when he heard this, and looked towards the horizon, his expression trembling.

"This is……"

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but slowly stood up, pinched his fingers, and calculated in his mind, gradually showing a look of disbelief on his face.

"A change in the way of heaven?"

Mr. Zhuang's heart trembled, and he calculated it again with his fingers, his expression becoming even more incredible.

"How is it possible..." Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but lost his mind and murmured:

"This place is just a small fairy city in a corner of Kyushu. How is it possible that there will be a change in the way of heaven?"