Chapter 333 Change


    Outside a gloomy and deep second-grade monster nest, Mo Hua sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, put his spiritual consciousness to the limit, and sensed the traces of spiritual power in the nest.


    After a cup of tea, Mo Hua opened her eyes and shook her head, "No."


    Several foundation-building monks surrounded the ink paintings and went to the next monster nest according to the location on the map.


    After searching for several nests like this, Zhang Lan finally couldn''t help it. He lowered his voice and asked Commander Yang quietly:


    "How did you see this?"


    Zhang Lan also followed.


    Although he is a Qi Refining Cultivator, he is the Diansi of the Daotingsi and comes from a noble family. Even if he encounters a second-grade monster, he has some self-protection methods, so he follows them together.


    "How else can you see it?" Commander Yang also whispered, "Of course I use my spiritual sense."


    "Nonsense, do you need to say this?" Zhang Lan said unhappily, "I asked how the spiritual consciousness can see the traces of the formation?"


    "Just have strong spiritual consciousness."


    "Why is it strong enough?"


    "Build the foundation... Isn''t this child''s spiritual sense already building the foundation?"


    "You are also the foundation-building consciousness, can you tell?" Zhang Lan questioned.


    "That''s natural..." Commander Yang said guiltily.


    Zhang Lan glanced at him, "Lying will be a bachelor for the rest of his life."


    Commander Yang was stunned and couldn''t help but say, "You are so **** cruel! Can you say such vicious words?"


    "Can you really see it?" Zhang Lan asked again.


    Commander Yang weighed the pros and cons in his heart for a long time, and felt that compared with a lifelong event, the little face he fought for in front of Zhang Lan is really worth mentioning.


    Commander Yang said truthfully: "I can''t see..."


    Zhang Lan glanced at Commander Yang with contempt.


    Commander Yang also looked at him with contempt, "You didn''t see it either."


    "I''m refining qi, it''s normal to not be able to see it. You''re building the foundation, it''s embarrassing if you can''t see it!" Zhang Lan said with confidence.


    "I don''t feel ashamed of refining qi, but rather proud. You Zhang Lan, you are really shameless!" Commander Yang said disgusted.


    This kind of ridicule has no lethality to Zhang Lan.


    Zhang Lan was calm and suddenly said in confusion:


    "It''s not because of spiritual consciousness, then what else can it be?"


    Commander Yang also touched his chin, thought for a moment, and slowly said, "Because Mo Hua is a formation master?"


    Because he is a formation master, he deals with formations all year round and draws formation patterns every day, so it is normal for the spiritual consciousness to sense the traces of formations.


    Zhang Lan nodded slightly, and he also felt something was right.


    "But," Commander Yang said in confusion again:


    "Can other formation masters really sense it?"


    This is the nest of a monster, with demonic energy soaring into the sky, and the mixed blood and demonic power are enough to cover up all the spiritual power.


    With his spiritual sense during the foundation-building stage, he could not tell what was in the nest.


    Even if other formation masters are stronger than him, they will not be much stronger.


    But the ink painting is different. Whether there is a formation in the nest is very certain, even sure.


    This shows that his spiritual consciousness peeked at the nest very clearly, and his perception of the existence of the formation was also as clear as seeing the fire.


    Zhang Lan frowned and thought for a while, but still couldn''t figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and muttered:


    "I guess I learned something strange again..."


    Zhang Lan has become accustomed to it.


    Especially in the formation, he could "guid" Mo Hua a few words at the beginning, but now compared with Mo Hua, he is already a "illiterate" in the formation...


    He is all illiterate, so Yang Jiyong doesn’t have to think about it. He must be a big illiterate.


    The two formations are "illiterate". Considering this problem, it is really overestimated.


    Zhang Lan belittled Yang Jiyong again, and then he felt a little better.


    After searching for a few more nests, he came to a remote cave. The magical consciousness of Mohua was released and he was suddenly stunned.


    Everyone''s expressions became serious, "What did you find?"


    Mo Hua raised her head, her eyes lit up slightly and said, "There is a formation!"


    There is really!


    Everyone looked happy and asked again, "What kind of formation is it?"


    "Wait a minute." Mo Hua said, "I''ll take a look."


    After saying that, Mo Hua began to release his spiritual consciousness, and based on the spiritual trajectory of the formation, the formation patterns of the formation were calculated, and stroke by stroke in the empty white sea of ??consciousness, outlining the complete formation patterns to judge the type of formation.


    After an hour, Mo Hua opened his eyes again, took out the paper and pen, and simply drew several paths in the cave and the formations laid on the road.


    "There is not much time, I haven''t finished it. There should be some omissions in the formation, but you can refer to it."


    Elder Yu and others didn’t understand the formation at all, so it didn’t sound like it. They just thought that Mo Hua was really reliable and could solve any formation problem.


    Zhang Lan and Commander Yang looked at each other, with a little surprised and suspicious in each other''s eyes.


    What does "counter" mean?


    They have never heard of it. Can formations be "calculated"?


    How to calculate it?


    They came from a family. Even if they didn’t learn the formation well, they still knew some common sense about the formation under the influence of the eyes.


    But they have come into contact with so many formation divisions since they were young, including from aristocratic families, from sects, and from idle clouds and wild cranes.


    So many formation masters, no matter high or low quality, no matter erudition or specialization, have never mentioned the word "counter".


    They never expected that such an unusual formation word could be heard from Mo Hua, who only had the seventh level of Qi refining, only the first-class level of formation, and was only in his teens. Who did this kid Mo Hua learn from? !


    Zhang Lan and the other two pretended to be calm on the surface, but their hearts were filled with storms.


    For the first time they felt the unfathomableness of the people who guided the ink painting formation.


    At the same time, in their eyes, the small ink paintings have become a bit unfathomable...


    But now is not the time to sigh at these things.


    It’s still important to capture the Qian family’s ancestor.


    Zhou Zhangsi pointed to the picture he drew and said, "These passages lead to the depths of the nest, and the ancestor of the Qian family should be hiding inside..."


    "We go to look for it separately. When we encounter an abnormality, don''t act rashly and send out signals. Others will rush to meet. After the meeting, we will take action together."


    Everyone nodded and each chose a way. Before leaving, Elder Yu turned his head and gently reminded Mo Hua:


    "Hide it yourself and be careful."


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, glanced at Elder Yu''s arm, and said worriedly, "Elder, does your injury matter?"


    Previously, Elder Yu sneaked into the Qian family''s ancestor and was injured by the Qian family''s ancestor and broke his arm. Although Mr. Feng was treated, he still had the root of the disease and was unable to move.


    Not only Elder Yu, but everyone was more or less injured when they surrounded and killed the Qian family ancestor.


    At this time, the Qian family ancestor was unknown. If he really encountered it, he would probably be in danger.


    Elder Yu smiled freely and said, "I have been against the Qian family for so many years, but I never dreamed that I could force the Qian family ancestor to this point. As long as I could kill the Qian family ancestor, my arms would be broken and even my life would be worth it."


    The worries in Mo Hua''s eyes became even heavier.


    Elder Yu gently patted his shoulder and sighed:


    "Don''t worry, I''m a good deal."


    Mo Hua nodded and watched everyone walk into the depths of the nest with some anxiety and disappear into the darkness.


    Even though we know that the future is dangerous, we still do not hesitate.


    "I hope nothing happens..."


    Mo Hua hid her body, hid quietly beside her, couldn''t help but sigh and said silently in her heart.


    At the same time, Nanshan is in the middle.


    Mr. Zhuang did not lie on a bamboo chair to rest as usual, but sat at the table with a straight and elegant posture, organizing some booklets and jade slips.


    "Is it prepared for ink painting?"


    Old Puppet appeared quietly at some point, and said in a voice.


    "Yeah." Mr. Zhuang didn''t even raise his head, but he still looked at a book in his hand, "Parking up some experience in formations for him. After I leave, it depends on him to learn the formations..."


    Mr. Zhuang''s tone was plain, but for some reason, he was faintly melancholy.


    "I haven''t seen you take such care of me in person." Old Kuang said lightly.


    Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned when he heard this. Some memories of the past appeared in his heart, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:


    “I have never been a qualified master…”


    Mr. Zhuang then said to himself:


    "Not only do you not deserve to be a teacher, but you don''t even deserve to be a disciple, otherwise you won''t..."


    Mr. Zhuang didn''t continue to say anything, but his expression was even more lonely.


    Old Puppet was silent.


    "Forget it, the old things are gone, and now everything is gone, it''s useless to think about it."


    Mr. Zhuang packed the classic jade slips, put them in a storage bag, and lay down leisurely.


    "Where are those two children of the Bai family?" asked Mr. Kuang.


    Mr. Zhuang thought for a moment and sighed:


    "Those two... are all good kids."


    After saying that, he was a little surprised, "I didn''t expect that my selfish junior sister would have raised such a pair of children."


    "You really don''t accept them as your disciples?" asked Mr. Kuang.


    "No!" Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said in a decisive tone:


    "It''s not long before I can live. Before I get buried, I naturally want to be more peaceful, less cause and effect, and less care."


    “They may not give up.”


    "What can I do if I don''t give up?" Mr. Zhuang looked expressionless, his eyes passed through the courtyard, crossed the mountains, looked at the distant horizon, and said lightly:


    "The sky is high and the water is wide. If you want to meet again, it will not be so easy. Not always, you can have such a fate..."


    Not anywhere, there is a little disciple called "Ink Painting"...


    Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.


    Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had made up his mind, Kuo Lao stopped talking.


    There was nothing to say for a moment, Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes and wanted to take a rest.


    Suddenly, he brows moved, opened his eyes again, looked up at the sky, and kept looking for a long time.


    "What''s wrong?" asked Mr. Kuang.


    Mr. Zhuang gradually frowned and said solemnly:


    "Why is the breath of the Great Dao so turbid?"


    Old Kuang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked at the horizon, his expression shook.


    "This is…"


    Mr. Zhuang couldn''t help but stand up slowly, pinched his fingers with his hands, and gradually showed an unbelievable look on his face.


    "The way of heaven changes?"


    Mr. Zhuang''s heart trembled, and he calculated again with his fingers, his expression becoming more and more incredible.


    "How is it possible..." Mr. Zhuang couldn''t help but lose his mind and murmured:


    "How could this place be a small fairy city in a corner of Jiuzhou? How could it be possible for a change in the way of heaven to give birth to a change?"


    (This chapter ends)