Chapter 21 Lingshu Formation


    After that, ink painting still painted the solid soil formation, and it took two months to paint it.


    If you don’t understand the formation, you will ask for strict teaching. Strict teaching is serious and strict with others. However, you have always been aware of the questions of your disciples, and you will always speak in detail and earnestly.


    Yan Zhixi naturally felt that it was too early to study these extraordinary formations before the foundation of ink painting was laid. However, as long as the ink painting asked, he still explained the ink painting tirelessly, which made the ink painting very grateful.


    Sometimes ink painting skipped classes because of secretly drawing formations to earn spirit stones. The strict teaching will not pursue it too much, but just instructed ink painting:


    "Cultivators can have some expertise, but don''t be too biased. Some methods can be unknown, but you must understand them. Otherwise, if you graduate from the school and leave the sect and go to the world of cultivation, and have blind spots in the cognition of cultivation, you will easily suffer losses and be deceived."


    Ink painting is taught with humility and benefits a lot.


    But now he has no spiritual stones to learn martial arts, so he can only continue to follow the class first and draw the formation to save some spiritual stones.


    A solid soil formation contains four array patterns, which can earn two spirit stones. Thanks to this, the speed of the ink paintings collecting spirit stones is much faster.


    One day two months later, Mo Hua went to the Pang Management Office to deliver the order as usual. When he entered the door, he found that there was a middle-aged man wearing a green Taoist robe drinking tea in Youyuanzhai, which was usually deserted.


    The man turned his back to the ink painting, and looked very familiar with his back. When he turned around, the ink painting was stunned.


    The man wearing a blue Taoist robe is Yan Zhishen...


    Ink painting suddenly feels like he is caught when he skips class.


    “Ink painting?”


    Teacher Yan also saw the ink painting and was a little surprised.


    The fat manager sat opposite Teacher Yan and was pouring tea for the teacher. He raised his head when he heard this and said, "Do you know each other?"


    Teacher Yan said, "I am my disciple at the Tongxian Sect."


    Mo Hua bowed and said, "Disciple has seen the teacher!"


    Teacher Yan nodded and asked, "What are you doing here?"


    Before Mo Hua could speak, the fat manager explained: "He was running errands for his brother. His brother painted the formation for our formation pavilion. If he finished drawing it, he would send it over."


    Teacher Yan nodded and stopped asking questions.


    Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, then handed over the formation to the fat manager, took the spirit stone, and quickly said, "Disciple will leave first, so I won''t disturb the teaching."


    Teacher Yan should have something to tell the fat manager that he saw Mo Hua so sensible, and he couldn''t help but nod and said, "Go back to the sect earlier, be careful on the way."


    Mo Hua respectfully said that he was, and after bowing, he left the formation pavilion.


    The fat manager looked at Mo Hua''s back and said to Yan:


    "This kid is very polite and smart. You are lucky and taught a good disciple."


    Teacher Yan said "um" gently, and then asked, "Do you think his brother draws the formation for you?"


    The fat manager took out the Mutu Formation delivered by the ink painting and handed it to Teacher Yan, "It''s a pretty good painting." Teacher Yan saw that it was the Mutu Formation and said in a slight daze: "Is this his brother painted it?"


    "What else?" said the fat manager, "Is it still his drawing? At his age, even if his spiritual sense is exhausted, he can''t draw a complete formation."


    Teacher Yan nodded, remembering that Mo Hua used the Gutu Form to ask him for advice. It seemed that his brother saw him when he drew the Gutu Formation. He had a question in his heart, so he came to ask him for advice.


    "It is a good thing to have a desire for knowledge in the formation," Yan Zhixi thought to himself, "If you can maintain such a state of mind, you may really achieve something in the formation in the future."


    As Master Yan thought about this, he stopped pursuing the investigation. He looked at the remote and deserted business, then looked at the fat manager and said, "Do you just want to live like this for the rest of your life?"


    Fat manager said, "You and I should know me when practicing in the same school. I am different from you. You are now a teacher of the Tongxian Sect. You have good formation skills and are only one step away from the first-grade realm. You will be a real first-grade formation master. At that time, in this Tongxian City, you will need connections and status, and you will naturally not lack spiritual stones. Tongxian Sect will definitely give you an elder position."


    "As for me," the fat manager took a sip of tea, "he is just a kind of living a life of slumber. He can only endure loneliness in his cultivation. He is satisfied with being able to live a gangster every day. Don''t look down on me, look at the busy and exhausted cultivators on the street. Such leisurely days are also beyond their reach."


    Yan Teach was silent.


    The fat manager looked at Teacher Yan and sighed helplessly, "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"


    Teacher Yan solemnly said: "Help me find the "Lingshu Formation Map".


    The fat manager pinched his eyebrows, "You haven''t given up for so many years. As far as I can tell, you are not young anymore. It''s time to find a Taoist partner and live a good life."


    "A personal lifelong matter is small, but the formation inheritance is big."


    "So what if you find it? Master can''t learn it, and Master can''t learn it, you can learn it? The first-grade formation with the twelve formation patterns is different from his mother''s great score! As long as the first-grade formation master can know nine formation patterns, you haven''t become a first-grade formation master yet. So what if you get the Lingshu formation diagram? You may not be able to learn it even if you are buried?"


    Yan Teach was silent.


    The fat manager advised with great sincerity: "Senior brother, forget it. Besides, you can''t find it at all. That man rebels from his master and steals the formation. After so many years, he has no trace. Daotingsi cannot find it. You are a formation master and are not good at Taoism, so what can you do?"


    Yan Zhixi was unmoved and said in a stern voice: "Master treats me as much as a mountain. My formation is all passed down by Master. Now that Master is dead, the sect is broken, and the formation is lost. Every time I think of this, I can''t sleep or eat. As long as I find the formation, pass on the formation, and fulfill my last wish, nothing else matters."


    Teacher Yan looked at the fat manager and said, "I know you like comfort and won''t let you do too much. As long as you know the clues of "Lingshu Formation Map", tell me that you don''t have to worry about other things."


    "How do you know that there will be clues about the "Lingshu Formation Map" in Tongxian City?" The fat manager frowned.


    Strict teaching does not speak.


    The fat manager waved his hand, "Okay, it''s not good for me to know too much. I promise you this, but I would like to remind you that if you spend so much effort, you may still be fetching water in the end, and you won''t be able to get any shadow."


    The fat manager felt that the trouble was coming, but he couldn''t help but say:


    "If you want me to tell me, I''d better spend some time finding a Taoist partner and having a baby. Even if you can''t find it, you can continue to look for your child in the future, and you won''t be alone until you die. While you are not old, find a Taoist partner and find one, so as not to go in the future..."


    "The tea is cold, I''m leaving."


    Teacher Yan got up, left with a sleeve, and no longer paid attention to the fat manager who was nagging behind him.


    (This chapter ends)