Asking about longevity

Bai Zisheng happily patrolled with Ling Nong every day, while Mo Hua sat on the ridge of the field, quietly drawing the earth-nurturing formation.

Bai Zixi is also helping Mo draw the formation.

Next to the ink painting, she squatted with her knees together, holding a pen with her white palms, her posture was elegant, her expression was demure, and the patterns she drew were graceful and beautiful.

Mo Hua glanced secretly a few times and was shocked. He couldn't help but sigh:

"Sister, the formation you drew is so beautiful!"

"looks good?"

There was a trace of doubt in Bai Zixi's beautiful eyes.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zixi looked at the formation she drew, then at the one drawn by Mo, and said curiously:

"Isn't this almost the same?"

The same formation, the formation patterns are the same. At first glance, there is not much difference.

But Mo Hua shook his head, "It's different."

The formation he drew himself was so proficient that the layout was neat and the brushstrokes were calm.

However, the paintings painted by his younger senior sister looked delicate and elegant, and the brushwork and ink were thick and smooth.

Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zixi secretly again, thinking as the saying goes, if the words are like the person, could it be that the formation is also like the person?

People are good-looking, so the formations are also good-looking?

Seeing Mo Hua's eyes blinking, Bai Zixi didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked:

"what are you thinking?"

"nothing……"

Bai Zixi felt that Mo Hua was hiding something from her, so her eyes flashed but she said nothing.

Then she stared at the ink painting for a few seconds, and suddenly pointed at her fair cheek with her finger.

Mo Hua was stunned, wondering what she meant.

Bai Zixi said: "Your face is dirty."

"Dirty?" Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Is it stained with ink?"

He wiped it a few times himself, looked at his palms, and said doubtfully:

"It's not dirty..."

"Dirty." Bai Zixi said firmly.

"It's okay, I'll just wash it off later." Mo Hua said.

Bai Zixi shook her head, "I'm senior sister, I'll help you wipe it."

After speaking, she stretched out her little hand and wiped Mo Hua's cheek.

It’s just that the movements are like pinching, wiping, and kneading...

The fingers are cool and soft.

Bai Zixi finished rubbing Mo Hua's right cheek and started rubbing the left cheek again.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Is the left side of your face dirty too?"

"Dirty!" Bai Zixi nodded.

Mo Hua had no choice but to let her rub his face.

After a while, Bai Zixi finished rubbing it and nodded: "Wipe it clean!"

Mo Hua said suspiciously: "Really?"

Bai Zixi pursed her lips and said calmly:

"I'm a senior sister and I won't lie to you."

Mo Hua nodded, without doubting his presence, and began to draw the formation seriously.

But this time when he was drawing the formation, he always felt that the little senior sister was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally. Although her expression was normal, her eyes occasionally hid a full smile.

Mo Hua felt that he had seen it wrong.

The little senior sister usually looks calm and rarely shows emotions.

Mo Hua was confused again, but because he had to draw the formation and concentrate on it, he quickly put everything behind him.

It wasn't until I went back at night that Mo Hua realized something was wrong.

Because Mr. Zhuang couldn't help laughing when he saw him.

Bai Zisheng was even more exaggerated, holding his stomach and laughing non-stop, almost crying.

"What's wrong?" Mo Hua still didn't understand.

Bai Zisheng smiled and said intermittently:

"Haha, big... big painted face!"

Mo Hua found a mirror, took a look, and then was confused.

His face, both the left and right sides, were covered with ink, making him look like a tabby cat.

Mo Hua was stunned.

Who did it?

Who can conceal his own consciousness and paint his face under his nose?

Then he figured it out instantly and couldn't help but turn his head and look at Bai Zixi.

His little senior sister rubbed his face!

Bai Zixi pretended to be calm, but pursed her lips slightly, obviously holding back a smile.

Mo Hua was shocked.

He never expected that Bai Zixi would be such a young senior sister!

Bai Zixi is usually elegant and quiet with a calm expression, but she didn't expect that she would do such a little prank.

"Little senior sister!"

Mo Hua was a little angry, with two raised eyebrows and a big painted face, more like an angry cat.

Bai Zixi finally couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.

This smile is like an epiphyllum blooming.

Although the appearance has been changed, there is still a clear and beautiful beauty.

The eyes filled with smiles are like hibiscus with morning dew, and like crystal clear glass, overflowing with light.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly surprised.

Mo Hua was a little stunned.

This was the first time he saw Bai Zixi smile like this.

Bai Zisheng was slightly startled, then felt sad. I felt a little relieved, but also a little distressed.

His sister hasn't smiled like this in a long time...

After some laughter, Bai Zixi washed Mo Hua's face with her own hands.

Mo Hua looked in the mirror, checked again and again, and then nodded.

Bai Zixi whispered: "I'm sorry..."

But there was still a full smile on her lips.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little helpless.

Bai Zixi kept laughing all day long. Whenever she saw the ink painting and thought of his cat-like painted face, she couldn't help but smile.

After another day, he got better and his expression returned to normal.

Although his eyebrows are still pale, they are much more cheerful than before, and his eyes are much softer.

Mo Hua also felt a little relieved for some reason.

…

The earth-nurturing formation is simple, the ink painting is very fast, and Bai Zixi helps, so in a few days, the earth-nurturing formation in the spirit field is completed.

The overall layout of the spiritual field is consistent with the thick soil formation after the spiritual farmers worked day and night.

After drawing the Yutu Formation, the next step is to outline the patterns of the Thick Earth Formation.

The ink painting needs to use spiritual ink to connect all the fields and make the pattern of the entire thick earth array effective.

Hundreds of hectares of spiritual fields are connected together to form a huge thick earth formation.

The formation pen requires a large brush and consumes a lot of spiritual ink, but the amount of spiritual consciousness consumed is actually not much different from that of a small thick earth formation.

The spiritual consciousness consumption of the formation is only related to the difficulty of the formation itself, that is, the number of formation patterns.

The size of the formation itself has an impact on the consumption of spiritual consciousness, but the impact is not very big.

Therefore, in order to truly connect the formation patterns with spiritual ink on the spiritual field and make the thick earth formation effective, the biggest difficulty for ink painting is not spiritual consciousness, but physical and spiritual power.

The formation requires one thought to be completed, and the divine thought cannot be interrupted.

When connecting the thick soil formation, the ink painting must also go over all the ridges on the spiritual field at one time, while injecting spiritual power into the spiritual ink, while drawing the spiritual ink on the ridges, so that the formation pattern can be completed in one go.

Mo Hua looked at the vast spiritual field in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

This method is too stupid.

If you really want to draw like this, it would be too embarrassing, and you don't have the demeanor of an array master at all.

But he had no other choice.

With his cultivation during his Qi refining period and his current abilities, he could only use this stupid method to connect with a large single formation.

"I wonder if after reaching the Qi Refining Stage, there will be other ways to draw formations that will be more convenient..."

Mo Hua thought about it and sighed again.

After that, Mo Hua concentrated carefully and began to draw thick earth formations in the spiritual field according to the plan.

He held a large pen, dipped it in spiritual ink, and along the field ridge, he began to connect the entire spiritual field according to the patterns of the thick earth formation in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This process is relatively long, and you cannot make mistakes, otherwise you will have to start over, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Fortunately, Mo Hua had practiced beforehand.

He also tried to walk the route many times.

He has also considered in advance any problems he may encounter and how to solve them.

So overall it was pretty smooth.

Bai Zisheng, Bai Zixi, Miao'er and all the other spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village were gathered around the field, watching the ink painting formation.

Ink painting is done step by step, from morning to night, and from night to morning.

As he walked by, a long, winding, and clear ink mark with mysterious meaning was left on the field ridge.

There is spiritual power flowing in the ink marks.

The ink painting walked through the field ridges, leaving behind a series of lines.

The more field ridges he walks on, the more formation patterns there will be, and the more spiritual fields will be connected...

When the ink painting was finally finished, all the strength and spiritual energy were almost exhausted, and the whole person was like a dehydrated fish, sitting on the edge of the field, gasping for air.

At the same time, light flashed in the spiritual field.

A strong sense of vitality bloomed.

The entire spiritual field is like one body, echoing each other through the formation patterns.

From the spiritual field, a steady stream of earth's breath emerges, warming the land and nourishing the rice seedlings.

All the spiritual rice in the field seemed to be nourished by the breath of the earth. It grew visibly stronger and became as green as emerald.

…

All the spiritual farmers surrounding the field were shocked and lost their voices.

They knew that this formation was not simple, but they did not expect that it could be so mysterious.

Is this what the ancestor of the Sun family did back then...

The elders of Dongshan Village felt the breath of the spiritual field and looked at the rice seedlings in the field. They couldn't help but lose consciousness for a while, and then burst into tears with excitement.

As long as such fertile spiritual fields can be preserved, their descendants will no longer have to suffer from hunger...

At this time, the Sun family.

The head of the Sun family, who was reading the formation book, also faintly felt a strong sense of vitality. He suddenly stood up and looked at the spiritual field in the distance, his eyes full of shock.

"This is... a formation?"

"impossible……"