Asking about longevity

The ink painting passed the finalization and officially became a first-grade formation master.

When the news came back to Tongxian City, everyone was overjoyed.

This is the first and only first-grade formation master in Tongxian City who was born as a casual cultivator so far.

Elder Yu decided to celebrate.

It was not only a celebration of Mo Hua becoming a first-grade formation master, but also a celebration of Tongxian City's concerted efforts to suppress the great demon Feng Xi.

In addition, Elder Yu also had another purpose, which was to pay farewell to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua is about to travel and leave Tongxian City.

In order to suppress the great demon and ensure the stability of Tongxian City, Mo Hua can be said to have made the greatest contribution.

Elder Yu had no repayment, so he wanted to hold a city-wide festival to bid farewell to Mo Hua.

Elder Yu specially found Chief Zhou, and after several discussions, he designated November 1st as the Tongxian Festival.

After Mo Hua came back from Cangyun Sect, he saw Tongxian City decorated with lights and colors, giving it a pre-festival atmosphere.

After knowing the whole story, Mo Hua was very happy.

After all, the festival is very lively.

Although Qingshan City is big, it is obviously not as lively as Tongxian City, and naturally it is not as interesting as Tongxian City.

It’s just that Mo Hua is still a little worried:

"We built a big formation and the spirit stones are almost used up. Do we still have spirit stones for the festival?"

Elder Yu said calmly, "We were poorer before, so why don't we still celebrate the festival in the same way?"

Mo Hua was slightly startled and thought it made sense.

Elder Yu said with a smile: "No matter what, festivals have to be celebrated. It's just that when you are rich, you live more generously, and when you have no money, you live more miserably."

"Although most of the spiritual stones were used to build the formation, the remaining spiritual stones are enough for us."

"What's more, the foundations of the Weapon Refining Shop and the Alchemy Refining Shop are here, and now there is a mountain road, making travel convenient. In a few years, Tongxian City will become more and more prosperous."

Mo Hua nodded, now he felt relieved.

Then he said with some hope: "Will the days in the future get better and better?"

Elder Yu nodded, "Don't worry, casual cultivators are not afraid of hardship. As long as they are not oppressed, life will always get better and better."

As long as you are not oppressed...

Mo Hua felt complicated after hearing this.

The way of man is not to lose enough but to give more than enough.

There should be many monks who are oppressed and exploited in this world, and after Tongxian City...

Elder Yu frowned when he saw that Mo Hua didn't know what he was thinking. Then he patted his shoulder and said with a smile:

"Don't think so much, just practice hard, don't lose your Taoist intention, and just do what you can."

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly and he nodded:

"good!"

After that it was time to celebrate the holidays happily.

He also invited Zisheng and Zixi to play together.

Mr. Zhuang agreed to accept a disciple, and Aunt Xue completed her mission and specially gave the brother and sister a holiday.

And soon, they will leave Tongxian City, and it is still unknown whether they can come back again.

Therefore, Aunt Xue did not limit herself to the two children, and wanted them to have a great time without leaving any regrets.

Bai Zisheng was overjoyed, and Bai Zixi's eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

On the day of the Tongxian Festival, Mo Huagui showed his friendship as a "landlord" and took Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi around for a day.

The streets are lively during the day and brightly lit at night.

Mo Hua led the way, and Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi followed him.

Bai Zisheng looked around enthusiastically. When he encountered something novel, he asked:

"Ink painting, what is that?"

"Mo Hua, is that delicious?"

"Mo Hua, this bamboo dragonfly can actually fly..."

…

As a junior, Mo Hua had no choice but to answer patiently.

Bai Zixi doesn't talk so much, but when she sees pastries she hasn't eaten, she will stop and look at them silently.

Mo Hua understood, bought a few pieces, shared them with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, and ate while walking.

Although it is said to be a "buy", there is no need to pay spirit stones for ink paintings.

Because he paid it and no one else wanted it.

Almost all the monks on the street knew Mo Hua, and they also knew that Mo Hua was the small formation master who built the big formation and killed the big demon. Now he is a first-grade formation master recognized by the Taoist court.

So no one collects ink to draw spiritual stones.

Some monks who set up stalls would also select a few good items from what they sold and give them specially to Mo Hua.

If Mo Hua shirks, they will still be unhappy.

The three of them walked all the way and got a lot of things, but they didn't spend a single spiritual stone.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were very surprised.

Bai Zisheng secretly said: "Mo Hua, if I didn't know you, I would suspect that this street is owned by your family..."

Mo Hua couldn't laugh or cry.

During the day, the streets are noisy with people coming and going.

At night, when the darkness falls, the lanterns are hung up, and the lights shine on each other, extending into the distance, and Tongxian City takes on another scene.

There are many interesting activities in the evening.

For example, Tongxian City’s usual monster fighting scene.

Because it was a celebration of the hunt for Feng Xi, the "monster" in the "Monster Fighting Scene" turned into a pig demon, huge in size and looking stupid.

The pig demon is a demon hunter in disguise.

Because the pig demon is huge, there are many pretending to be demon hunters.

In addition to Dahu, Daping, and Dazhu, two adults, Yu Chengyi and Yu Chengwu, were also inside to join in the fun.

After watching the "demon fight", I started eating "pig-killing vegetables".

Feng Xi had been disintegrated into black ash by Mo Hua's large array. The pig-killing vegetables here were killing other herbivorous pig monsters.

The demon hunter killed many pig demons and handed them over to Fushanlou for cooking, specifically for eating on the festival day.

To celebrate the pig-killing demon, it is natural to eat pork.

In the entire Tongxian City, every monk ate a portion.

This has since become a custom in Tongxian City. From then on, every November 1st, the Tongxian Festival, to celebrate the killing of the pig demon and the title of Xi, the monks in Tongxian City will eat a portion of pork.

After eating the pig-killing vegetables, we set off fireworks again.

This time the fireworks array was still drawn by ink painting.

He added new formations based on the original formation.

Combining the experience gained from the Five Elements Demon-Slaying Formation, using the principle of creation and restraint of the Five Elements and the calculation method of divine consciousness, the colors of the fireworks are richer, the trajectory is clearer, and fewer spiritual stones are consumed.

Before setting off the fireworks, Mo Hua led Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi to climb to the eaves of a house.

"This eaves belongs to Elder Yu's house. It's very suitable for watching fireworks."

Mo Hua said to Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Bai Zisheng was stunned and said secretly: "If you climb on Elder Yu's roof, won't he cause trouble for you?"

"No." Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I told Elder Yu beforehand."

At most, a few tiles will be broken by stepping on them, but they won’t be worth much money.

Bai Zisheng nodded and felt relieved.

So three people from the same school, a junior senior brother, a junior senior sister, and a junior junior brother sat side by side on the eaves, their calves dangling, waiting to watch the fireworks in the sky.

Mo Hua was also looking forward to it.

Although this formation was drawn by him, he used a different painting method. He has not yet seen what it will look like after it is lit.

On the roof of Elder Yu's house, the three of them were sitting side by side.

Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng each held a grilled pork skewer in their left and right hands.

Bai Zixi was holding a snack box. Inside the box were white, glutinous, and bunny-shaped pastries.

All three of them were looking forward to it.

After a while, the fireworks exploded.

First there was a clear cry, and the light of fire cut through the night sky.

Then the light of the five-color formation soared into the sky, gathered into the air, burst into five-color fireworks, spread out, and then bloomed again, row after row, passed down layer by layer, weaving into a colorful sky, colorful and bright, covering the entire sky. night sky.

It's like the grand scene when the formation is opened and the sky is filled with light.

But in this grand scene, there is no murderous atmosphere, only prosperity and tranquility.

The three people in Mo Hua also looked up at the sky.

The splendid, colorful fireworks that filled the sky were imprinted in their clear eyes and remained in their memories forever.

At this moment, all the monks in Tongxian City raised their heads, looking at the breathtakingly beautiful fireworks, and were in a daze.

All the formation masters in Tongxian City were also shocked by this scene of fireworks, and at the same time they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts:

"It's just a fireworks display. As for using such a complicated formation..."

…

The Tongxian Festival ended in a lively and joyful atmosphere.

After the Tongxian Festival, Mr. Zhuang will leave.

One morning, Mo Hua said goodbye to his parents outside the city.

Farewells include Elder Yu, Mr. Feng, Master Chen, Chief Zhou, Zhang Lan, Dahu, Dazhu, Daping and others...

There was a huge crowd outside the city.

Everyone looked at the ink paintings with reluctance.

"You must respect your teacher and listen carefully to Mr. Zhuang's words." Liu Ruhua warned, "Also, you must take care of yourself..."

Mo Hua nodded solemnly, his eyes a little sore.

Mo Shan didn't say anything, just touched his head and looked at him with a gentle expression.

Everyone also said goodbye one after another, saying some words of concern and instructions.

After a while, the Bai family's carriage arrived.

Mo Hua boarded the carriage, poked his little head out of the carriage, and said goodbye to everyone.

He said goodbye to his parents, so many elders, friends, acquaintances and partners.

He also said goodbye to his hometown where he was born and grew up.

Since then, he has embarked on a long journey to see all kinds of things in the world and explore the intricacies of formations. He doesn't know when he will come back again.

The carriage carrying the ink paintings gradually moved away.

Liu Ruhua stood there, reluctantly looking at the ink painting, and kept watching his back, disappearing at the end of the road, disappearing into the mountains, disappearing into the lingering clouds, until he could no longer be seen.

Only then did she silently shed tears of farewell.

…

Half a year later, at the foot of Dahei Mountain.

A huge demon-suppressing monument was completed.

The Demon Town Monument was built under the personal supervision of Mr. An's family. It uses high-quality stones and can withstand wind and sun without being damaged.

The monument is engraved with the names of monks who made outstanding contributions in the battle to kill the great demon Feng Xi in Tongxian Town.

Suppressing the big demon is the greatest achievement of Tongxian City in hundreds, even nearly a thousand years.

This stone monument is also the largest demon-suppressing monument in the past thousand years.

Tongxian City is here, the Demon Suppression Monument is there, and the names on the monument will also be there.

At the head of the Demon Suppression Monument, Mr. An's name is engraved in a prominent position.

The handwriting is vigorous, clear and powerful, and it is clear at a glance from a distance.

And above Mr. An's name, there is also a more prominent name engraved:

"ink painting".

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(End of the first volume of Black Mountain)

The first volume is finished~