Chapter 180 Craftsman


    The young monk looked like he was in his teens, with beautiful eyebrows and cute eyes. But he lay on the ground, his body was covered with soil, and he looked dirty.


    "Whose child, why did he run here to play?"


    Master Ban was stunned for a moment, walked forward quietly, followed the little monk''s gaze and found that he was looking at the cornerstone below, which seemed to be used for drawing formations.


    A child, what should I do when I see this cornerstone?


    The master of the class didn''t understand very well, so he stuck his head out to look at it for a while and found that there was nothing special except soil and stones. At this moment, he heard the child say in his ear:


    "Is it the class master?"


    Master Class was stunned for a moment, "Do you know me?"


    "Well, my name is Mo Hua, Elder Yu asked me to come here."


    Mo Hua stood up and dusted the soil from her clothes.


    But he only dusted the front, and there were some mud stains on his back. I don’t know where he got dirty, but his own little arm couldn’t reach it.


    The master of the class came over, patted his back gently, dusted off the dust, and asked curiously:


    "What did Elder Yu ask you to come here to do?"


    "Elder Yu asked me to come and have a look."


    “What are you looking at?”


    Mo Hua laughed and didn''t answer.


    He came over to see where the formation was to be drawn, the planned formation diagram symbols did not meet the standards, and whether the houses built by the craftsmen would hinder the layout of the formation.


    But when Elder Yu asked him not to tell others about his ability to draw formations, just to prevent someone from having bad intentions, which would be detrimental to him, especially if he was afraid that the Qian family would seek revenge when they knew about it.


    Master Ban didn''t say anything about Mo Hua, but probably had a guess in his heart.


    It is probably because of the child''s nature. Seeing the excitement here, he came over to play secretly, but he was afraid of being blamed, so he used Elder Yu as an excuse.


    Think about it and know what Elder Yu can do if he lets him come over with a child?


    However, when the child''s tone was heard, he should be very familiar with Elder Yu. He was not Elder Yu''s relative, probably the child of other demon hunters.


    As long as it is not from the Qian family, it’s fine.


    The class master was relieved, but kindly reminded: "You just go back when you play. There is nothing fun here, and you are a child, and it is somewhat dangerous."


    Mo Hua nodded and said, "I''ll just look at it, I''ll go back later."


    Master Ban doesn’t care about ink painting. He has a lot of things to do and has no time to care about ink painting. With so many craftsmen and demon hunters here, and so many eyes, it will not really cause a child to encounter any danger.


    The class master concentrated and began to be busy with his own affairs. After a while, he looked up and found that the ink painting was still there.


    On a half-built wall, Mo Hua was carrying his hands on her back, walking slowly on the wall, looking around, and talking about some patterns and wood and stone in her mouth.


    There were several demon hunters everywhere, neither stopping him nor looking at him, as if they were used to everything this child did.


    The class master was a little confused. What was this kid doing?


    Why no one cares about it?


    Could it be Elder Yu’s grandson? So the demon hunter dare not care?


    The master of the class secretly guessed in his heart.


    "Mo...dai?" Master Ban remembered Modai''s name and called him.


    After calling, I remembered that this child’s surname is Mo, and he should not be the grandson of Elder Yu.


    Mo Hua heard the master of class call him, waved to the master of class, then jumped gently, slowly falling from the wall like fallen leaves.


    Master Ban was secretly surprised. If you don’t say anything else, this body movement is extraordinary.


    "Aren''t you going home yet?" asked Master Ban.


    "I''ll go back later."


    "Yeah." Master Ban nodded. He found a few bricks and stones and built them on the ground. Then, he didn''t care about it and sat up directly.


    He had been busy for a long time and just sat down and took a break.


    Mo Hua also followed his example, held a brick and stone on the ground, and sat next to the class master. “Master, do you want to drink?”


    Mo Hua took out a bottle of fruit wine from the storage bag. The condition was not high, but it was just right to quench the thirst.


    The master of the class happened to be a little thirsty, but when he saw Mo Hua was just a child, he still refused: "That''s so sorry..."


    Mo Hua said, "Our family runs a restaurant, has a lot of wine, and it is brewed by our own home. Do you want to try it?"


    Master Ban was also very curious when he heard this, so he took a taste and nodded and praised:


    "The fruity aroma is rich and the mouth is clear, so it can be used to quench thirst!"


    "Yes." Mo Hua smiled happily.


    This wine was brewed by his mother, so of course it was delicious. Mo Hua felt that the master of the class must be a person who knew the goods.


    In this regard, Elder Yu''s taste is a little worse. Elder Yu only likes to drink strong wine and cannot taste the goodness of this sweet fruit wine.


    Mo Hua asked again: "Master Ban, are you all craftsmen in the civil and wood-based spiritual roots?"


    Mo Hua was very curious. He just glanced over the spiritual sense and found that these craftsmen and craftsmen had basically brown spiritual power, and were faintly mixed with green green color.


    This is because the spiritual root is a soil system and a mixed wood system, and the practice of the earth-based exercises is practiced.


    Master Ban drank Mo Hua''s wine and was free now, so he explained:


    "As a craftsman, the spiritual roots of the civil and wood are the best. In addition, the water and soil system, the metal and wood system are also fine. Because civil and wood architecture basically deals with civil and wood bricks and stones, it requires corresponding spiritual power to shape, dig, carve, etc. The spiritual roots are right, and it will only take twice the result with half the effort to do this."


    Mo Hua nodded repeatedly as she listened.


    The master of the class drank another sip of wine, moistened his throat, and then said:


    "Not only our craftsmen, but also other types of cultivation. For example, the fire-type spiritual roots are necessary for alchemy and weapon refining, and the same is true for spiritual meals. The quality of the fire-type is not required, but it must be..."


    "For the rest, you need water-based spiritual roots for shipping, wood or water system for spiritual plants, metal or soil system for building yin houses, and wind-based spiritual roots for transportation, etc., all of which are inseparable from the spiritual roots..."


    After chatting like this, ink painting has gained a lot of insight.


    The nine states of the world of cultivation are vast and endless. There are so many monks in this world who are engaged in so many different types of practice, living in rich and colorful forms...


    I don’t know if I can travel around Jiuzhou one day to see the customs and the human feelings of monks in various places.


    Ink painting thought with some longing.


    After chatting, the wine was over, and the class master was about to start working, and said:


    "It''s getting late, I''m still busy. You can go back early and don''t worry your parents."


    I saw everything I should have seen ink paintings, and I probably knew it in my heart, so I waved my hand and said, "Goodbye, Master."


    Master Ban continued to focus on the progress of the building, and focused on it, so he threw the ink painting behind his mind.


    A few days later, he met Elder Yu and talked about the plan of the weapon refining business. When he said he was about to say goodbye, he suddenly remembered and asked:


    "I met a child named Mo Hua before, do you know?"


    "Does Mo Hua?" Elder Yu nodded, "I asked him to go over and take a look."


    "What did you ask him to see?" Master Clan frowned.


    Elder Yu was about to say something, but stopped again and smiled, "It''s nothing, let him take a look."


    The master of the class was a little unhappy and asked in confusion: "Is it your relative?"


    If only my relatives...


    Elder Yu said silently in his heart, then shook his head and said, "No, it''s just an ordinary child. Let him do whatever he wants, and you don''t have to worry about it."


    The class master couldn''t help but complain.


    Let him do whatever he wants. Can this be an ordinary child?


    You may not be so indulgent to your own grandchildren...


    Master Ban shook his head, but knew that Elder Yu didn''t want to say it, so he stopped asking questions. He could only temporarily put aside this matter and continue to talk about the art of refining weapons.


    (This chapter ends)