Chapter 23 Talent


    Teacher Yan asked, "Are there any cultivators in this world who can draw the formations with the third level of Qi refining?"


    "Well, of course there should be." The fat manager thought about it and said:


    "The world of cultivation is so great, and I don''t know how many talented you are. I believe you say that someone can draw formations when you are born, but after all, it''s all rumors, and I haven''t seen them with my own eyes."


    "Even if you are very talented, forget your ancestors, and betray your masters... Hey, you are from a formation family. From elementary school to primary school to the third level of Qi refining, you can draw a simple formation containing three formation patterns."


    "And those big aristocratic families and sects have many times deeper inheritance. There must be many geniuses in formation among their disciples, but they have never been revealed."


    Teacher Yan said: "Since that''s the case, it is not impossible for the formation to be drawn by the third level of ink painting to refine Qi."


    The fat manager doesn’t want to admit it very much, but he has to admit it at this time.


    Although he is a stubborn senior brother, he has always been meticulous and has a very accurate vision.


    "If this is true, it will be amazing. Do you want to accept a disciple?"


    The fat manager thought for a while and continued, "I want me to say that this child is indeed a good seedling, why don''t you officially accept him as your disciple? It''s also easy to pass on the formations that the master passed on to you."


    Teacher Yan didn''t think about this matter. He was obviously a little moved when he heard this, but after careful consideration, he shook his head and said:


    "The sect is broken, and the remaining formations are all broken out of context. What is worth passing on? Accepting him as his disciple is just a misleading child. Besides, the master''s last wish has not been fulfilled, so there is no clue yet, and I have no intention of asking about anything else."


    The fat manager wanted to persuade him again, but Teacher Yan just waved his hand.


    The fat manager sighed, "Forget it, I won''t persuade you anymore. Anyway, I won''t listen if I persuade you. That child Mo Hua..."


    "Don''t tell anyone for the time being that the wood is so beautiful that the forest wind will destroy it. This is the truth that has been eternal. Besides, he is still young now, so he cannot be proud, otherwise he will go astray in the future."


    The fat manager agreed, "That''s right."


    Teacher Yan continued, "Don''t let him take the order of your formation here, just find any excuse for poor management."


    Although it is indeed not good at management, the fat manager still feels dull when he is told that he still feels faceless. He corrects:


    "This is not called bad management, this is called Buddhist management, and business is all done with fate!"


    "Besides, this child has a good way to draw formations, earn spirit stones and subsidize his family income, so why don''t he continue to draw?"


    Yan Xuexi frowned and said, "Even if you can draw the formation, how many spiritual consciousness can you have? If you draw too much, and excessive loss of spiritual consciousness will inevitably leave behind future troubles and destroy the foundation of the sea of ??consciousness."


    "And he is still young. When he lays a solid foundation for practicing Taoism, he must understand not only the formation, but also the hundreds of ways of practicing, especially his cultivation. He cannot be greedy for small profits and abandoned..."


    Fat manager said: "The family background of a casual cultivator is not that generous, and there are not enough spirit stones."


    "Even if your family is poor, you cannot ignore the future..."


    "Then do you know how poor ordinary casual cultivators are?"


    The fat manager''s expression is rarely serious.


    Yan Jiaxi looked at the fat manager and his brows frowned slightly.


    The fat manager said seriously: "I know that your situation is not good in childhood. Although you have a family, you are only a concubine and you are not valued by the family. Later, you become a sect and are taught by your master. You have worked hard and made progress in the formation. You will be a little better. But even if your situation is not good, you have a family support, at least you have food and clothing, and you will have no worries about your life. At most, you will live a bad life."


    "People often say that it is hard to practice Taoism," the fat manager sighed, "I came out of the sect and had been in Tongxian City for more than ten years. I have dealt with many casual cultivators. I realized that even if people often say that it is hard to practice Taoism, the degree of this hardship is very different." "Ordinary casual cultivators have difficulty making a living, and their income is small, so it is good to be able to support their families. Half of their body was burned by fire, and the monster hunter was eaten by monsters, and those who sell their spiritual power to help people do odd jobs. The meridians of the body were more or less damaged. Once they are sick and injured, there are no spiritual stones to treat them. Whether they can survive depends on whether God can give them a favor."


    "It''s best to be able to hold on, but it can''t last for a lifetime. The worst thing is to have half a life and spend spirit stones on the same side to empty the entire family. What can they do? They just want to live."


    "The monks can''t ignore the future, but these low-level casual cultivators don''t care about it now. Where can they care about the future?"


    The fat manager finished speaking in one breath, poured a cup of tea and poured it into his mouth.


    Teacher Yan was silent for a moment, and after a moment he sighed and said with apologies:


    "I don''t think about it."


    The fat manager gave him a blank look.


    After thinking about it, Yan Zhixi said to the fat manager: "Give me the list of formations here."


    "What do you want to do in the directory?" The fat manager was confused, but he still stood up honestly, took a book from behind the counter and handed it to Teacher Yan.


    Teacher Yan took over the list of formations, read them all first, then picked up the pen on the table, drew out several formations, and marked the sequence numbers in order behind the formation.


    "You are..."


    Teacher Yan said: "Next time I come back in ink painting, you can ask him to draw in sequence according to the formation I marked on the list. This way, he will learn more solidly. Then I will give him some advice to the sect, which is better than if he keeps his eyes closed."


    "If he does this, he can earn some spirit stones by drawing the formation and subsidize his family''s income, and he can also learn some compositions in the formation."


    After teaching Yan finished speaking, he reminded: "There is another point. You can''t draw too many of these formations. Just collect three or four pictures in half a month. Otherwise, once his spiritual consciousness is consumed too much, it will damage the sea of ??consciousness, and it will leave a big problem."


    The fat manager looked at the list in his hand, then looked at Teacher Yan, and said with a complicated expression: "Do you really not plan to accept him as your apprentice?"


    Teacher Yan just shook his head, then got up, and repeated it before leaving, "Don''t forget to let him draw in the order I marked."


    After saying that, he left without looking back.


    The fat manager looked at his back and couldn''t speak for a long time, but just sighed helplessly.


    Suddenly, the fat manager remembered something and called Teacher Yan again.


    Teacher Yan looked back at him.


    The fat manager thought about it and said, "There is one thing you may have said it wrong..."


    Teacher Yan frowned, "Where was wrong?"


    "This kid Mo Hua only refines Qi when he came with the open fire array. If these formations were really drawn by him, then that means..."


    The fat manager paused and said carefully:


    "He may be able to draw a formation on the second level of Qi refining...!"


    Yan Jiaoshi''s pupils shrank slightly, revealing an incredible look.


    (This chapter ends)