Asking about longevity

The formation collapsed and the great demon died.

Feng Xi, who was born in Heishan Village, died in the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation built on Heishan Village. Finally, as the formation collapsed, both of them were destroyed together.

Tongxian City is also gradually recovering.

The weapon refining shop and the alchemy shop are still there, the weapon refining furnace and the alchemy furnace are intact, and other businesses in the city have not been affected.

The deep mountains were almost destroyed, but the outer and inner mountains had little impact.

Monster hunters can still go into the mountains to hunt monsters.

Monster hunters hunt monsters, weapon refiners refine weapons, alchemists refine elixirs, and then trade...

Soon everything was working normally.

Moreover, there is a wide and convenient mountain road in Dahei Mountain.

This was developed by all the monks in order to build a large formation.

With this mountain road, it is not only convenient for the monks of Tongxian City to enter and exit the mountain, but also convenient for merchants to enter Tongxian City to do business.

Gradually, Tongxian City regained its vitality.

The street gradually became lively, with more and more monks coming and going.

In the near future, it may become even more prosperous...

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Elder Yu is very busy. He is busy with the reconstruction of Tongxian City, the recovery of monastic production, and the aftermath of the Feng Xi incident.

Formations are also used in some places in the city.

However, Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness was damaged, and he could not use his spiritual consciousness for the time being, let alone draw formations.

So where the formations were used, other formation masters helped, with Mo Hua providing guidance.

Where the painting is right and where the painting is wrong, the ink painting will tell them.

If they have any questions about the formation, Mo Hua will also give them guidance.

The other formation masters all called Mo Hua "little sir", held half of the disciple ceremony, were respectful, and were in awe of Mo Hua.

They knew that the great formation was created by the "little gentleman" in front of them.

Moreover, the formation self-destructed, but this young gentleman was still safe and sound. This level of formation attainment was simply unbelievable to them.

Mo Hua is kind and approachable, without any airs, and they often answer whatever they ask.

A few words of advice can give them a sudden enlightenment.

This is the kindness of "preaching, receiving karma, and solving doubts."

This also made them grateful.

Mo Hua held his little hands behind his back, "guiding" everyone in drawing formations, but these formations were too simple, and Mo Hua looked a bit boring.

He wanted to draw some more difficult and profound formations.

After a few days, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was almost healed.

Although in a short period of time, you can't overuse it, and you can't keep drawing formations like before.

But as long as you control the consumption of your spiritual consciousness, you can start to try and draw some complex formations.

Mo Hua drew a few counter-spiritual formations during the day and reviewed them a little.

At night, at midnight, Mo Hua couldn't wait to sink his consciousness into the sea of ​​​​consciousness and came to the Taoist monument.

On this monument, there is a formation pattern that Mo Hua has been thinking about.

What he saw from the tribulation thunder was the immortal pattern on the Heavenly Dao Formation!

Mo Hua wants to try it and see if he can learn this immortal pattern.

The Heavenly Dao Formation is too profound, too grand, and the level of ink painting is too low to comprehend it at all, but you can try to understand it from just one stroke of the formation pattern.

A thousand miles begins with a single step.

One formation pattern, one formation pattern, one formation method, one set of complex formations, step by step, and then understand the entire formation...

Mo Hua thought well, but reality still poured cold water on him.

Let alone enlightenment, he couldn't even look at this immortal pattern.

Although this immortal pattern was recorded on the Dao stele with an ink painting, let alone seeing it with my own eyes, I just felt it like a dragonfly, and my spiritual consciousness poured out and was consumed rapidly.

Mo Hua was dumbfounded and couldn't help complaining:

"I haven't even looked at it yet, and you started to deprive me of my consciousness. How stingy!"

Then he sighed again and realized that even if it was just an immortal pattern, it was still an "immortal" pattern.

It contains the creation of heaven and earth, which is simply not something that a young monk in his Qi refining stage can comprehend.

If I force myself to see it, I'm afraid my consciousness will be damaged again.

Although there is a Dao monument to protect the sea of ​​​​consciousness from collapsing, it will still be injured. Over time, there may be sequelae.

The sea of ​​consciousness in the Qi refining stage is still too fragile.

The great formation that the formation master sought was right in front of him, but he couldn't learn it or even see it.

Mo Hua sighed helplessly.

It seems that I can only put it aside for now and wait until my cultivation level improves before I can comprehend it.

"You have to practice hard and build the foundation as soon as possible!"

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then he had some doubts.

What realm and what kind of spiritual consciousness can one comprehend this immortal pattern?

Foundation building? Golden elixir? Or a higher realm?

And if you learn this immortal pattern, what can you do?

Mo Hua frowned.

He had never considered this issue before. After thinking about it for a while, he was suddenly shocked.

This immortal pattern is related to the scarlet thunder.

If you can really learn the Immortal Pattern, can you control the Thunder of Nirvana and have the power to obliterate all things?

Tribulation thunder...

Mo Hua felt chills in his heart when he thought of the dazzling scarlet red, the terrifying aura, and the deathly thunder that he saw that day.

At that time, his mind was completely focused on the disintegration of the great formation, and the calamity thunder was coming, coming and going. For a moment, he didn't feel deeply.

Now that I think about it, I realize it only in hindsight and am very scared.

Mo Hua then thought about it and felt a little lucky:

"Fortunately, my realm is low and my cultivation is weak, otherwise I would have been killed by the thunderbolt and my life would have been wiped out..."

Mo Hua didn't want to see such a terrifying thunderstorm a second time.

Of course, if there is a tribulation thunder that is drawn by oneself and controlled by oneself, it will naturally be different.

Mo Hua suddenly began to look forward to it...

It's a pity that Mo Hua is still confused about the immortal pattern.

What are the differences between immortal patterns, whether they can be learned, and how to learn them...

Even if the immortal pattern is profound, Mr. Zhuang should know something about it with his knowledge.

But this matter involves a Taoist monument. According to Mr. Zhuang, he should not tell anyone, including himself, and it is not convenient for Mo Hua to ask.

Not only about the immortal pattern, but also about any problems I encounter in the future, I’m afraid I won’t be able to ask Mr. Zhuang anymore.

Mo Hua's mood became depressed again.

Mr. Zhuang is about to leave.

He was afraid that one day, when he went to Mr. Zhuang's mountain residence again, he would find the house empty, and that he would never see Mr. Zhuang again for the rest of his life.

Mo Hua was a little scared.

Therefore, these days, he runs to Mr. Zhuang every day.

The Moshan couple also learned that Mr. Zhuang was about to leave, and felt regretful.

They have never met Mr. Zhuang, but they have always been very grateful to Mr. Zhuang from the bottom of their hearts.

Liu Ruhua said to Mo Hua: "Mr. Zhuang has done a great favor to our family by accepting you as his registered disciple and teaching you the formation. This kindness must be repaid in the future."

Mo Hua nodded solemnly, "Yeah!"

Liu Ruhua also tried his best, but Mr. Lingshi Zhuang was not short of it. Mr. Zhuang would definitely not like first-class items such as spiritual weapons and elixirs. After much thought, he could only make some food and give them to Zhuang. Try it, sir.

Liu Ruhua studied the recipes Zixi gave her and chose some dishes.

Mo Shan went into the mountains to hunt monsters, and asked other monster hunter friends to kill one of each type of monster as much as possible, and then select the tenderest and most delicious parts to take home to his wife.

Liu Ruhua almost cooked a Daheishan "all-demon banquet".

There are chickens, ducks, fish, cattle, sheep, dogs, and all kinds of edible monster meat, and the tastes are all different.

Some are fresh, some are fragrant, some are numb, some are spicy... they are full of color, flavor and flavor.

I was stunned by the ink paintings.

From then on, when he went to see Mr. Zhuang every day, he would bring some over and ask Mr. Zhuang to taste it and express his feelings.

Mr. Zhuang wanted to say that there was no need to go to such trouble, but after thinking about it for a moment, he started eating with peace of mind.

Apart from Mr. Zhuang, the happiest person was Bai Zisheng.

In his life, he had eaten many better things, but never so many delicious things.

In particular, there are many dishes with different tastes, and there are no duplicates.

Bai Zisheng was so shocked that he brought up the old things again and whispered to the ink painting:

"Mo Hua, go back and ask Aunt Liu if she needs a son?"

Mo Hua was speechless and rolled his eyes at him.

Bai Zixi's crystal eyes were slightly stunned, and she also glared at Bai Zisheng.

He lives in a bamboo house in the mountains.

Mr. Zhuang was lying on a bamboo chair, with a mouthful of meat and a glass of wine, watching the rays of sunshine splashing over the mountains and the forest covered with brocade ink. He felt that all the worries and worries of these days had disappeared.

The old man asked him: "Have you thought about it?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded: "I've thought about it all, but there's just one problem..."

The old man looked solemnly and asked, "What's the problem?"

"So much meat..." Mr. Zhuang glanced at the meat and wine on the table, touched his face, and said with emotion: "I have become fat..."

The old man: "..."