Chapter 13 Lamp


    In the next few days, except for eating, Mo Hua locked himself in the house and drew the formation of the open fire array.


    Five days later, the ink painting used up ten pieces of materials, but unfortunately, only eight copies were successfully drawn. One is careless, the other is a mistake in brushwork that has never been noticed before.


    The open fire formation is already the simplest and most basic formation in the world of Taoism, but after painting in Mo so many times, he still makes mistakes occasionally, and some of them are even made before.


    "The formation is indeed profound and profound, and you can''t be careless at all!" Mo Hua secretly warned himself.


    Mo Hua took the time to hand over the drawn formation to the fat manager of Youyuanzhai.


    The manager was a little satisfied this time, thinking that the brother of Mo Hua... was diligent and his brushwork was obviously much more proficient than before. He was also willing to continue to cooperate. After handing over the six spirit stones to Mo Hua, he gave Mo Hua ten more materials.


    Mo Hua has earned twelve spirit stones. At this rate, I can make one more money before the New Year, and at least another six spirit stones.


    Mo Drawing is more attentive and more attentive to the open fire array. His spiritual consciousness has also been greatly enhanced. Without exhausting his spiritual consciousness, he can draw a complete open fire array, which greatly reduces the time spent on the ink painting array.


    A few days later, Mo Hua finished supper and was about to go back to the house when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.


    Mo Hua stood up and opened the door, and found two people standing outside the door.


    One of them is a boy, wearing a clean and tidy Taoist robe, looks like his cultivation is not low and his behavior is very polite.


    The other person was a middle-aged monk with a few shallow scars on his face, his eyes were calm, but there was a sharp edge between his eyes, and his spiritual power was obviously much thicker. He should be at least a cultivator at the eighth or nineth level of Qi refining.


    "Little kid, but is there a Moshan brother living here?"


    "Are you looking for my father?" Mo Hua asked with his little head tilted.


    The middle-aged monk looked at Mo Hua and his eyes became gentle, "You are Mo Hua!"


    Mo Shan also came out and bowed, "Brother Ji!"


    The middle-aged monk also bowed and returned the greeting, "Brother Mo, I''m sorry for being disturbed so late! My father and son came from Heishan City and traveled all the way overnight. It was only then that time."


    "Is there a place to stay?"


    "Yes, it''s my father''s generation brothers. I happened to visit me and I''ll make a quick decision. I''m here to discuss what you said before..."


    “Come in and say.”


    Mo Shan welcomed them into the door, Liu Ruhua packed the table, made tea and brought them up, and Mo Shan invited the two of them to take their seats. Then he introduced to Mohua:


    "This is your uncle Ji, whose name is Qingbai, and next to you is your elder brother Ji, with a single name of Li."


    Mo Hua saluted with a straight look and said, "Hello Uncle Ji, Hello Brother Ji!"


    Ji Qingbai nodded with a smile, and wanted to praise him, but when he saw the tall and burly Moshan, his sword-browed eyebrows and star-like eyes, he saw the beautiful and well-behaved ink painting beside him, and the sentence "The tiger father has no dog son" was not praised.


    Generally, fathers are tall and strong, and sons are also stubborn. This sentence is appropriate.


    But he is a demon hunter. He only knows how to fight and kill monsters and praise people for their children. He basically just needs a common saying "The father of tiger has no dog and son". Now this sentence does not apply, and Ji Qingbai is a little exhausted in an instant.


    "This kid..." Ji Qingbai hesitated for a while before thinking of a sentence, "He looks so good!"


    To avoid making people feel perfunctory, Ji Qingbai added: "He looks handsome, very similar to Brother Mo, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and a temperament similar to that of younger siblings. He is well-educated and well-reasoned. I have never seen such a beautiful child."


    Mo Shan didn''t think so much. He was happy to hear it as long as he was praising the paintings.


    Mo Shan made a few polite words, and then said to Mo Hua: "Dad discusses something with your Uncle Ji, you can go back to the house to play first."


    "good!"


    Mo Hua saluted Ji Qingbai and returned to his house.


    Ji Qingbai should also be a demon hunter. He came to see his father to talk about demon hunting.


    Mo Shan is burly and has a good talent for body refining. He has eight levels of Qi refining, practices several powerful body refining martial arts, including the gold-breaking claws, the flame fist, etc., and has rich experience in hunting monsters. In addition, he is righteous, so he is quite famous among the demon refiners in the Qi Refining Stage of Tongxian City.


    "Ji Qingbai came to find his father, probably to discuss the matter of going to the inner mountain of Daheishan to hunt monsters after the New Year..."


    Uchiyama should be very dangerous...


    Mo Hua thought about it and sighed again. These are not something I can worry about now. My cultivation level is only the second level of Qi refining, and I cannot learn martial arts. I haven’t even chosen my skills, and I don’t know one magic, so I can’t help at all.


    It’s better to concentrate on drawing the formation.


    Ink painting, take out the paper and pen, pour ink into the inkstone, and then concentrate on drawing the formation, hoping that before falling asleep and entering the sea of ??consciousness, you can draw a complete open fire formation diagram.


    Dip the pen ink, and start, carry, turn and close, and the light red ink outlines one pattern after another as the tip of the pen moves.


    The open fire array is already familiar with it, and it is basically no difficulty in painting in ink.


    After spending a few incense sticks, the fire on the lamp suddenly flashed and the room was pitch black.


    The lamp is broken?


    Mo Hua stopped writing, took advantage of the lights in the main hall, picked up the lamp on the table and looked over and over, and couldn''t help but mutter, "Have you used it for too long?"


    It’s still a long time since I was ionic, and I still want to draw the formation for a while.


    What should I do?


    Mo Hua grabbed the lamp and walked to the door. Through the crack in the door, he saw Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai still chatting in the main room.


    Mo Hua didn''t want to disturb Mo Shan at this time. As soon as he was about to retract his head, he heard Mo Shan say, "Huaer, is there anything wrong?"


    Only then did I realize that the ink painting had been discovered.


    Mo Shan’s cultivation level is about the eighth level of Qi Refining, and Uncle Ji will only be higher. He took a look through the crack in the door, and of course he could not escape their spiritual consciousness.


    Mo Hua had no choice but to say, "Dad, the light is broken."


    Mo Shan waved, "Take it and see it."


    The ink painting handed over the lamp.


    Mo Shan took it, twisted it hard, opened the base of the lamp, and glanced at it:


    "I have been using it for a long time, and the formation inside has faded. Dad will buy you a new one tomorrow and go to bed early tonight."


    "Formation?" Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, "Dad, show it to me."


    Mo Shan was slightly surprised, but he still handed the lamp to Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua took the lamp and found that the formation at the base looked familiar, very similar to the pattern of the open fire array, but it was obviously more crude, and there were only two.


    It should be an open flame array drawn by cutting corners to save costs.


    The open fire array is very familiar with ink painting.


    "Dad, wait."


    Mo Hua ran back to the house, took the pen and ink, and drew a few strokes according to the faded formation on the base, then looked at it, changed the place and re-ticked a few strokes.


    Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai stopped talking and watched seriously.


    After a while, the ink painting was finished, "Dad, try it again."


    Moshan took the lamp, twisted the base again, then pulled the small mechanism on the lamp, and lit the lights again, and the room became brighter.


    "Okay?" Mo Shan was slightly surprised, and then he touched Mo Hua''s head a little dotingly, "No, take it back, remember to rest early, don''t study too late."


    Mo Hua nodded and said, "Dad, Uncle Ji, you can continue chatting, I''ll go back to the house first." After that, he grabbed the lamp wall and ran back to the house.


    Mo Shan said to Ji Qingbai, "Sorry, Brother Ji, let''s continue."


    Ji Qingbai seemed to have heard nothing. He looked at Mo Hua''s back as he entered the house and was stunned for a long time before he thought about it, "Mo Hua, this child, should have only been refining Qi."


    (This chapter ends)