Chapter 97 Little Formation Master (Ten Updates)


    More than ten days later, thanks to Mr. Feng''s pills, Xiaohu and Dahu, who had recovered from the injuries, went into the mountains to hunt monsters again.


    The demon hunter will inevitably be injured and bleeding. Dahu and others are not old and are still novice, but from the moment they wear the demon hunting order and go into the mountains to hunt demons, they will gradually adapt to the life of this kind of demon hunter.


    The demon hunters in Tongxian City have always come here like this. Every day, the demon hunters enter the mountain, every month, the demon hunters are injured, and every year, the demon hunters die in the mountain.


    Ink painting can only secretly wish Dahu and the others good luck in their hearts.


    But unfortunately, the wishes of ink paintings have no effect. Half a month later, the tiger was carried out from the mountain and blood was scattered all over the ground.


    Mo Hua was drawing a formation at home when he suddenly heard a commotion. When he came out to inquire, he realized that the big tiger was seriously injured while hunting a demon and did not know about life and death.


    Ink painting is like being poured on cold water by someone, and its hands and feet are cold.


    He rushed to Xinglin Pavilion and saw Mr. Feng’s serious expression, and was treating Dahu’s injuries.


    Dahu lies on the bed, his eyes closed and his face is like white paper, not sure if he has any breath. There was a large pool of blood on his chest, and the blood flowed, dyeing the outer cloak brightly red.


    The ink painting was so frightened.


    Mr. Feng saw the ink painting, picked up a pair of vine armor and asked solemnly: "Is this the formation you drew?"


    The vine armor is also bloody, with a hole on one side, like it is penetrated by the teeth or sharp claws of monsters. There are some array patterns inside the vine armor.


    Mo Hua nodded.


    Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, there was this vine armor, otherwise this kid''s life would have been gone..."


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then she breathed a sigh of relief. The stone in her heart fell to the ground.


    Mr. Feng said this, at least the life of the big tiger should be free, and it is easy to say that people are alive.


    The little friends who have been playing together since childhood have always been standing in front of Mo Hua and have been fighting with Mo Hua. If they really have a few things, just thinking about it will make you feel uncomfortable.


    Shuanghu and Xiaohu rushed over to tears. When they heard that Dahu was fine, they wiped their tears silently.


    Uncle Meng was also hunting monsters on the mountain. When he heard that the tiger had something to do, he hurried back. His expression was calm, but his hands were trembling slightly.


    Aunt Meng was originally helping in the east of the street, and there was a shortage of spirit stones at home, so she was busier than before. When she heard something happened to Dahu, she hurried over.


    Aunt Meng stood at the door, hesitating for a long time and did not dare to enter the door. Finally, she gritted her teeth and staggered into the door. When she heard that Dahu was in danger of his life, she seemed to have been exhausted. She fell to the ground and buried her head in her sleeves and shed tears.


    Mr. Feng said that thanks to the pair of vine armor given by Mo Hua, Dahu''s life was saved.


    Today, Dahu and his friends entered the mountain, and they were hunting a broken-clawed wolf demon. While they were fighting, a long-tailed monster suddenly appeared in the grass.


    Dahu blocked his two younger brothers behind him and faced the long-tailed monster head-on. But with his cultivation level, he was no match for the monster at all. The long-tailed monster had sharp thorns on its tail, which was cruel and fast, and instantly stabbed into the heart vein of the tiger. The tiger had no time to dodge and was stabbed in the chest.


    Fortunately, the vine armor on the big tiger''s chest was accompanied by an iron armor array, which was tougher than ordinary vine armor and was not penetrated for a while. Although the big tiger did not dodge the attack, it also turned slightly, causing the monster''s tail tip to tilt to one side. After the tail tip penetrated the vine armor and stabbed into the big tiger''s chest, it did not hurt the big tiger''s heart vein.


    Although the big tiger was stabbed in the chest and blood was flowing like a stream, its heart meridians were not damaged, so its life was not hindered. Mr. Feng was treated in time, so even if he was temporarily unconscious, he would slowly wake up after a period of time.


    Aunt Meng thanked Mr. Feng for his gratitude, and then held Mo Hua''s hand tightly, feeling grateful, but choked so hard that he couldn''t even say a word...


    A person will inevitably suffer in his whole life, and some people will always suffer more than others.


    Mo Hua looked at the haggard Aunt Meng, and her heart was sore.


    Fortunately, the iron armor array of ink painting took effect, and the big tiger had no worries about his life, so the ink painting felt a little better. Ten days later, the tiger''s injuries healed again, and the three brothers were going to go into the mountains to hunt monsters again. Mo Hua went to send them out.


    The tiger''s injury has just recovered, and his complexion is not very good, but his eyes are very firm. Although the expressions of the Shuanghu and Xiaohu were a little solemn, they were not afraid.


    Even though they had shed so much blood and were injured so seriously, they almost lost their lives, the three of them did not hesitate or fear. After their injuries healed, they still planned to go into the mountain to hunt monsters.


    "My father and mother have given us so many spirit stones. We have to pay them back as soon as possible."


    "I don''t want my mother to suffer any more."


    "Me too…"


    They said goodbye to the ink painting and walked along the path towards the mountains.


    The ink painting watched their figures get smaller and smaller, and finally disappear into the vast and boundless Black Mountain.


    In the following days, ink painting lived a very difficult life.


    In addition to being able to draw formations unscrupulously on the Taoist stele of the sea of ??consciousness at night, every drop of spiritual ink and ink painting during the day is carefully calculated.


    The formations that are already familiar with are definitely not used for spiritual ink, because they will be wasted; the formations that have not been learned yet are definitely not used for spiritual ink, because they will also be wasted.


    For those half-baked formations, ink paintings must also be picked and selected. They think that the formation attributes are rare and the formation pivot structure is special, so it is worth opening the ink bottle, pointing out the spiritual ink, and copying and understanding them bit by bit.


    After a while, one day at dinner, Mo Shan suddenly said to Mo Hua:


    "Hua''er, someone asks me to help you draw a few formations..."


    Mo Hua was a little surprised, and Mo Shan’s expression was also a little subtle.


    Mo Shan never cares about the formation of the ink painting.


    First, because hunting monsters is a hard thing, Moshan is also the captain of the demon hunting team. He has to bring a team of monks into the mountains to hunt, not only hunt monsters, but also ensure safety. The rewards received from hunting monsters must also be distributed according to the rules, which is both dangerous and busy. In the past, Mo painters basically relied on the spirit stones earned by Moshan''s monster hunting. Moshan had no time to take care of anything else while he was busy.


    Second, because Mo Shan doesn’t know much about formations. His understanding of formation was limited to being able to identify several common formations, or detecting where some monks used the formation to set up traps. I don’t know what to ask for in the game against the division.


    Third, because ink painting is worry-free. Whether it is practice or formation, what should be done can be done without any he says. He doesn’t have to worry about it, nor does he want to put too much pressure on ink painting;


    Mo Hua is still young and has low cultivation. Even if she is talented, it will take time to truly achieve success in formations, and it is impossible to be so fast.


    It is very difficult for a monk to learn formations, and it is even more difficult to become a formation master. Mo Shan is very clear about this.


    Those slightly famous formation masters in Tongxian City have a lot of hair and beards. Some of them are not only covered in gray hair, but even their hair is almost gone.


    Now it seems that Mo Hua has a good talent. If he could become an ordinary formation master before the age of 30 and make a living by making a formation, even if he couldn''t get into the grade, he would be very content.


    And he just needs to be more careful and die in the belly of a monster before Mo Hua grows up.


    Until yesterday, a demon hunter found Mo Shan and said very formally that he wanted to ask Mo to draw a few formations. He was very polite in his words, and he did not doubt whether the ink painting could be drawn at all.


    Mo Shan realized that something was wrong.


    Isn’t this a treatment that only the formation master can get when he is asked to draw a formation?


    Huaer, this kid... can''t be a formation master already...


    ?The tenth update is over.


    ??The fingers are numb... Good night everyone.


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    (This chapter ends)