Chapter 221 Luo Mansion
The disciple was five or six years older than Mo Hua. He was very handsome and polite. He rushed over and saluted Mo Hua respectfully, and then asked Mo Hua to come in.
Mo Hua followed him over the crowd and walked towards Luo Mansion. As soon as he stepped over the steps, Master Luo went out to greet him in person.
Mo Hua bowed and said, "Master Luo, happy new year!"
Master Luo personally returned the gift and said with a smile: "Happy New Year, please come in."
After saying that, he led the way in front and invited the ink painting in.
The originally noisy door suddenly became much quieter, and the monks blinked and looked at each other.
"That was Master Luo just now?"
“Yes…”
"How could you be so polite to a child?"
"Don''t you know, it is said that the child is also a first-grade formation master..."
"How old are you? First-grade formation master?"
"Why are you scolding?"
"Why can''t you scold me if you talk nonsense?"
"That''s right, the child probably has an extraordinary identity. Maybe he is an illegitimate child from a big family..."
"I''m talking nonsense, you see the clothes he is wearing, it''s obviously an ordinary casual cultivator..."
Everyone was talking and arguing.
Master Luo’s disciple shouted loudly: “Everyone is quiet!”
The monks then stopped talking and could only temporarily hide their doubts in their hearts.
Mo Hua entered Master Luo’s cave and found that there were already many people inside, many of them were formation masters.
These formation masters greeted each other very friendly when they saw the ink painting. Even if there were a few who were not convinced, they would not dare to show that they were too obvious.
Among the crowd, there was also a formation master wearing a silver-white Taoist robe.
Master Luo recommended: "This is Master Qian."
Mo Hua has already speculated, but although Master Qian is from the Qian family, he has no direct conflict with him and has given him a gift, so Mo Hua doesn’t care about it.
"Hello, Master Qian." Mo Hua still asked ok according to the etiquette.
Master Qian was obviously stunned for a moment, with a look quite surprised. He didn''t expect Mo Hua to take the initiative to say hello. After a moment, he returned the courtesy: "Mo..."
Master Qian stopped and felt a little troubled for a moment.
Logically speaking, ink painting has the strength of a first-grade formation master, so he should be called "Master Mo", but he is too young, so it seems inappropriate to call it "Master".
Not called "master", it also seems disrespectful.
After all, according to Master Luo, the formation level of ink painting must be above him.
"Just call me Mo Hua." Mo Hua said.
He didn''t care much about these titles.
Master Qian hesitated for a long time, but still couldn''t say it. He thought about it again and again and called out "Mr. Xiao Mo."
It seems respectful, but it will not make the ink painting "old".
Mo Hua nodded and thought it was quite appropriate.
Master Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
Master Luo told him that Mo Hua is peaceful and not a vengeful person. He still has some doubts. When he saw Mo Hua, he felt relieved.
Gentle and polite, treating others like spring breeze.
Although he is young, he does have the demeanor of a great formation master.
The atmosphere afterwards gradually became relaxed.
Master Luo asked everyone to appreciate some formations, some are remote formations, some are remnants of ancient formations, and some are exquisite crafts that carve the formations on tiny fruit cores.
Ink painting is eye-opening.
The formations above are not unusual, but their application in the formation media is unique and something Mo Hua never thought of.
Master Qian took out the treasured tea and asked everyone to taste it together. Among these tea leaves are both tender and green, twisted like dragons, surrounded like snails, and flat like leaves.
Some of the tea soups are fresh and tender, some are mellow, some are sweet and bitter, and some are clear.
Although the ink paintings can’t taste the good ones, they also think they taste good.
Then, there are some communications in formations.
Master Luo gave some insights to let everyone discuss with each other to argue the truth.
Everyone started talking enthusiastically, but no one talked to Mo Hua.
First, they are not familiar with each other, and second, it is said that ink painting is also a first-grade formation master. Many of them can only draw seven or eight formation patterns, which are still far from the first-grade formation master. They know themselves, so they dare not ask about ink painting.
After the group of formation masters finished talking, Master Luo nodded and asked about Mo Hua''s opinion.
Ink painting just said a few simple sentences.
Most of them involve the issues of array pivot and array pattern, and this aspect is very familiar with ink painting.
Moreover, the formation pivot of his first-grade reconstruction is naturally no problem.
After hearing this, everyone became more respectful to the ink painting.
"He is indeed a first-grade formation master, and he has a deep foundation, a wide range of knowledge in formations, neither humble nor arrogant, and does not hide his own personalities in formations."
Everyone said silently in their hearts that some of the formation masters who were a little dissatisfied before also became much more respectful at this time.
After the chat, it was getting late and Mo Hua was about to go back.
Master Luo and Master Qian delivered the ink painting to the door, and other formation masters also gathered around to see him off.
"If you have time in the future, you can come and have tea, chat and communicate with the formation." Master Luo said with a smile.
"Yeah, it will definitely be the next time, goodbye to everyone!" Mo Hua waved.
Mo Hua left, and the storage bag was also filled with the formation books given to him by Master Luo and the top tea given to him by Master Qian.
Master Qian finally breathed a relaxed sigh when he saw Mo Hua''s back disappearing from the street.
"Don''t worry." Master Luo smiled.
Master Qian bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Luo."
Master Luo smiled and said, "There are not many formation masters in Tongxian City, and even fewer ones can reach the first grade. You and I should have helped each other, so there is no need to thank you."
Master Qian frowned, "Mo Hua... Mr. Xiao Mo''s formation attainments are really extraordinary. I believe he must have his master or guidance from an expert..."
Master Luo coughed and stopped Master Qian from continuing.
"So what?" Master Luo said.
"Master Luo doesn''t want to know who the master behind him is?"
"If you know what can you do, but if you don''t know what can you do?" Master Luo asked back.
"This..." Master Qian couldn''t say it.
"What is a master?" Master Luo looked at Master Qian and asked and answered, "We are called a master who can''t touch it. Since we can''t touch it, why ask?"
"In the nine major realms of cultivation, we are just refining qi, and we are at the bottom of the world, and there are countless experts on our heads."
"Since we are experts, we must be unable to guess thoroughly or afford to offend us. It is the best thing to do if we don''t ask."
"If you ask rashly, it will cause trouble for them to be unhappy!"
Master Qian felt a stern.
He always thought that Master Luo could be a first-class formation master, but he was smooth and lucky, but at this time he realized that he underestimated Master Luo.
With such a sense of view, it is no wonder that he can survive in Tongxian City.
"Mr. Qian has been taught!" Master Qian bowed and said solemnly.
Master Luo held his hand, "These are all trivial matters, insignificant. However, Brother Qian''s tea is really good. It''s still early, so why not drink a few more cups?"
Master Qian also smiled and said, "Then I''m disrespectful."
(This chapter ends)