Chapter 26 Improvement


    Ink Painting Go to the Strict Teaching Office after class every day to learn the formation theory and ask questions about the formation. With the explanation of Teacher Yan, I learned ink painting in the diamond formation very quickly. In addition, I could practice repeatedly on the stone tablet of the sea of ??consciousness. It took me only ten days to finish the five magical paintings in the ink painting.


    Because of the time and careful painting of ink, I only failed one pair and earned about twelve spiritual stones after deducting the material expenses.


    Xunxiu Shi Mo Hua handed the formation to Manager Mo. After seeing it, Manager Mo was quite satisfied and nodded, "You... the formation you painted is getting more and more organized."


    Mo Hua looked at Mo suspiciously.


    Manager Mo was looked at for some reason and felt guilty. He coughed and waved his hand and said, "If you have nothing to do, go back to the sect. I am very busy here."


    Mo Hua looked at Youyuanzhai, who was empty and had no guest, and said curiously: "There are no guests here, why are you busy with?"


    Manager Mo thinks that this is called Buddhist management, not simply a bad business, there is a fundamental difference between bad business.


    But there are no guests, and it is indeed obvious at a glance.


    Mo was a little angry when he was in charge, "What do children know? What do I do here are big business, and are there any customers busy! I said that being busy is busy!"


    "Then you are busy with your business, I''ll leave first."


    Mo Hua said, after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and asked:


    "By the way, are you familiar with Teacher Yan, the manager?"


    Manager Mo said with a little guilty conscience: "I''m not very familiar with each other, but I have some friendship with my classmates. His temper is stink and hard, and it''s not something that normal people can handle. We haven''t contacted each other for many years. We just happened to meet him a few days ago, so we had a cup of tea and talk about the past."


    "oh…"


    The ink painting made a meaningful "Oh".


    I don’t know each other well, but my tone is very familiar, that is, I am very familiar with each other, at least my friendship is quite good.


    Manager Mo quickly waved his hand, "Go away, go away, don''t disturb me from doing business."


    Mo Hua left Youyuanzhai and thought to herself:


    "It seems that there is something wrong with Guanshi Mo and Yan Xuexi in private..."


    After that, Mo Hua lived a boring and ordinary life in a sect. He taught Yan about formations after class, and returned to his disciples'' home to draw formations. After midnight, he entered the sea of ??consciousness and practiced formations on the residual monument.


    Simple and fulfilling.


    The formation level of ink painting is getting more and more sophisticated, and the spiritual consciousness is getting deeper and deeper. At least the four array patterns are full of gold and stone formations, and they are becoming more and more at ease, and there is no longer a sense of lack of spiritual consciousness.


    Manager Mo''s order for the formation has also changed several times. Each time the excuse is that "the market conditions have changed. The previous formation will not be collected, and you need to draw a new one", and then take out a new formation diagram for the ink painting.


    When strictly teaching the formation theory, he would explain the formation that the manager Mo gave to Mo Hua. It is basically about feeding the food to the mouth.


    This basically verifies Mo Hua''s conjecture. Mo Guanshi and Yan Xuexi must have a relationship in private, and I guess the manager and the teacher know about painting the formation for Youyuanzhai.


    But everyone was tacit, and the ink painting pretended not to know.


    What puzzled Mo Hua was why the teacher was so concerned about himself and answered everything in the formation, and he also gave many conveniences.


    Is it really just because I have good talent in formation?


    Later, Mo Hua thought about it and felt that he must have been thinking too much.


    Strict teaching is rigorous and serious, and he is meticulous in teaching and formation, and he never hides his own personal experience in teaching his disciples. He should have taken care of himself like this because he was polite to talent and did not want to waste his talents and wasted his whole life. He really hoped that he could make some progress in the formation.


    Don’t have a friendship with Yan Teaching. It should be because he was entrusted by Yan Teaching that he arranged the formation step by step for himself to draw. Mo Hua silently remembered the kindness of the two people in her heart.


    But now I am just a low-level qi refining cultivator and can''t do anything. Even if I want to give back this kindness, I can only wait for the future.


    Two months later, in addition to the Stone Formation, Ink Painting also learned the mud and sand formation, quicksand formation and ventilation formation. In addition to the spirit stones accumulated by the previous painting formation, there were more than 180 pieces.


    Ink painting is ready to save up 200 spirit stones by yourself, and then choose a middle-grade and lower-level exercise, so that it can save a lot of burden from parents.


    After you have collected enough spirit stones and selected the exercises, you will tell your parents that they should be happier too.


    But before the ink painting could save enough spirit stones, something happened at home.


    One day, when he was taking alchemy class, Teacher Yan suddenly shouted Mo Hua out, his expression a little solemn. He told Mo Hua that his mother was seriously ill and asked Mo Hua to go back and take a look.


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a basin of cold water pouring on his head, and his heart felt cold.


    Mo Hua asked the teacher for a few days off, and then hurried back home.


    But the door of the house was closed. The ink painting knocked several times, but no one agreed. When he was anxious, the neighbor''s aunt came out and said:


    "It''s ink painting!"


    "Aunt Yang, my mother..."


    "I''m about to tell you that your mother is seriously ill and is in Xinglin Hall to ask Mr. Feng for treatment. Hurry up and take a look!"


    Mo Hua thanked him repeatedly, and then rushed to Xinglin Hall.


    Xinglin Hall is the only elixir hall nearby.


    There are alchemists sitting in the alchemist. Generally, if a monk is injured and sick, he will go to the alchemist shop to ask the alchemist to diagnose and refine elixirs to heal the wounds and treat the disease.


    Mr. Feng from Xinglin Hall is a well-known old alchemist in Tongxian City. He has been studying alchemy for most of his life. In his later years, he passed the fixed-grade assessment and became a true first-grade alchemist. He is one of the few fixed-grade alchemists in Tongxian City.


    At the same time, Mr. Feng is also the only alchemist in Tongxian City who is willing to open a shop in the market where the lower level is a casual cultivator after becoming a first-class alchemist.


    When Mo Hua arrived at Xinglin Hall, Mr. Feng was taking a medical treatment to treat people.


    Mr. Feng was wearing a clean but old-fashioned Taoist robe with white hair and a white beard and a kind expression. When he saw the ink painting, he gave a few words to the patient in front of him, and waved to the ink painting.


    Mo Hua hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Hello Grandpa Feng! My mother..."


    Mr. Feng nodded and said, "Good boy, I have seen your mother''s condition. Although it is a bit serious, it is not hindered by life. Please feel relieved first."


    Mo Hua then breathed a sigh of relief and came to her senses, but she felt dry mouth and her throat was like a fire.


    Mo Hua has been in poor physical condition since childhood, so she was anxious and ran too fast. At this time, she suddenly stopped and felt sweat all over her body.


    Mr. Feng pressed the back of the ink painting with his right hand, and a light green light flashed through his hand, and some spiritual power passed by. The ink painting felt that the spring breeze was blowing through his limbs and his breath was much smoother in an instant.


    Mr. Feng poured another cup of tea and instructed: "Drink less at a time and drink slowly."


    Mo Hua slowly drank some tea filled with mist according to Mr. Feng''s instructions, and the breath became smoother.


    (This chapter ends)