Chapter 373 First-rate
The ink painting was awakened by the bell of Cangyun Sect.
He opened his eyes in a daze, and then he realized that he was participating in the first-grade formation master''s fixed-grade assessment, and at this time, he had only one cup of tea before the assessment was over.
Mo Hua checked his answer sheet again and found that there was no problem, so she lay on the table again, waiting to hand in the paper.
The desktop is smooth and cool, and it is quite comfortable to lie down.
But the examiner always stared at himself, making Mo Hua a little uncomfortable.
But he is an examiner, so it seems that there is no problem with doing this.
After a cup of tea, the bell rang again.
One after another, the formation master sealed the answer sheet and handed it over to the examiner.
Ink painting also followed the answers, mixed in the crowd, and handed over his answers to the examiner.
Mo Hua felt that he was already very low-key, but along the way, there were still many formation masters watching him.
There is also the examiner who looks serious. If others don’t look at him, they just stare at him, and even feel a little reluctant to speak.
The ink painting made it a little confused.
He didn''t do anything either...
Could it be because I went to bed after taking the exam?
After handing over the paper, Mo Hua left Wenxian Hall and suddenly felt relaxed.
The assessment itself is not tiring, and he finished the answer soon.
On the contrary, it was a bit tiring to be stared at by others.
Ink painting has strong spiritual consciousness, and he can detect it whenever someone looks at him.
When others see him, their spiritual sense will move with him. Over time, they are still very tired.
After the exam, I had to stay in Cangyun Sect for three days.
Within these three days, the examiners from Tianshu Pavilion will review the answer sheets, review the formations, and finally evaluate the quota of the first-grade formation master.
Mo Hua was idle, so he practiced the formation by himself, or went to Qingshan City with his father Moshan. When he encountered interesting things, he bought some and thought about going back to give them to his mother.
Two days later, the answer sheet has been reviewed.
In the closed hall, the first-grade answer sheet is temporarily drafted and put together.
There are several examination rooms for the fixed-quality assessment, and each examination room has an examiner. At this time, these examiners gathered together and began to discuss the agreed-upons:
"This Zhao Cheng from Qingxuan City is 196 years old and has a skillful pen. According to my opinion, he can be awarded a first-rate..."
"I don''t think it''s particularly good to be conservative, but not enough to be smart..."
"Qingshan City, Yang Xu, 86 years old, has a profound formation and can be called young and promising."
"The Yang family has a good background, only 86 years old, and is a little younger. I should give more places to the old formation masters..."
"How many places do we have?"
"There are not many more. Several major families have greeted each other and asked for a few places. There are also some sects, and there are also two places. They donated by Jindan monks with spirit stones for their younger generations..."
"All the most important thing is to make a decision, there are only less than five left."
"Oh... it''s hard." An examiner sighed.
"Otherwise, what should I do? The superiors say hello, we can''t afford to offend, and we can''t ignore it..."
…
Several examiners were talking.
A stereotypical examiner here looked at an answer sheet without saying a word, his face full of incredible feelings.
"Brother Zhao, what are you looking at?" An examiner asked curiously.
The examiner surnamed Zhao came to his senses, then spread the answer sheet in his hand and said slowly:
"You see this formation..."
Everyone looked over and were all a little surprised:
“Good brushwork!”
“I have a deep foundation!”
"It''s done in one go, and it''s a bit like a master..."
“It’s really good!”
…
After the praise, the examiner immediately said:
"We actually missed such a good formation?"
"Is this kind of formation attainment not within the ranks of drafting first-grade?"
A middle-aged examiner smiled bitterly when he heard this:
“I picked it out…”
Others frowned and asked, "Why?"
The examiner pointed to the name column at the edge of the answer sheet, "Guess how old is this formation master?"
The word "ink painting" is written on the rolled eyebrows.
Seeing this, everyone looked at each other and speculated:
"If you have such a deep foundation, you will have to be one or two hundred years old?"
"I guess more than two hundred..."
"It is not impossible to be within one hundred years old. After all, there are countless geniuses among the formation masters..."
The middle-aged examiner said slowly, "Thirteen years old."
Everyone was stunned.
"How many?"
"Thirteen."
"What a joke."
"At the age of thirteen, how many formations can you draw and how many formation books have you read?"
“One hundred and thirty years old is almost the same…”
The examiner surnamed Zhao sighed, "It''s thirteen years old."
The room was quiet for a while.
"Is he really thirteen?"
“It’s impossible.”
"Where are you cheating?"
"Is this his own painting? Could it be someone who wrote it on his behalf..."
"Someone is invigilating the exam, how do you write for the exam?"
"Who is this person invigilator?"
The examiner surnamed Zhao, who had a serious face and a stereotypical face, said lightly: "It''s me."
Now everyone can''t speak.
Someone asked, "Brother Zhao, did he really draw this formation himself?"
The examiner surnamed Zhao smiled bitterly, "Yes."
He didn''t want to believe it, but the formation was in front of him, so he had to believe it.
Before, he just wanted to take out the ink paintings and see what he had painted. If it was really nonsense, he would report to Tianshu Pavilion to hold the local Daotingsi accountable.
But I didn''t expect that this formation made him ashamed...
Someone asked the middle-aged examiner, "Since that''s the case, this child is so well drawn, why did you remove him alone?"
The middle-aged examiner said helplessly: "He is too young... a formation master under a hundred years old is the first rank. We must consider it carefully, not to mention that he is only thirteen..."
"If you really give him a rank, others will definitely say that we have a shady story..."
An examiner nodded, "No need to say anything, I feel that there is a dark story."
"What a pity... this formation is so well drawn. I feel inferior to myself anyway..."
Everyone felt a little regretful.
The examiner surnamed Zhao said in a deep voice: "Give him a rank."
Several other formation masters were stunned. Middle-aged examiners frowned:
"If you give him a first-rate, you will be questioned and criticized. If Tianshu Pavilion pursues it, we will be in trouble."
"And he is too young, so there are many opportunities in the future, so there is no need to rush to this moment."
The examiner surnamed Zhao said, "If we don''t give him a first-rate, we will have more trouble."
The middle-aged examiner frowned: "Brother Zhao, what does this mean?"
The examiner surnamed Zhao said slowly: "As we all know, learning formations requires masters, and there is no expert''s guidance, and it will be difficult to move forward."
"He is thirteen years old. If he can be of first-class quality, he must be taught by a master."
"We don''t know who this master is, but his identity, background, formation and attainments must be extremely profound. We cannot afford to offend..."
"This is just one of them," the examiner surnamed Zhao raised his index finger.
"Second," he then raised his second finger and sighed, "We can''t afford to offend this child either."
Everyone was stunned, and then gradually figured it out.
At the age of thirteen, he is the first-class formation and has amazing talent.
Once he becomes a second-grade or a second-grade or above formation master in the future, he will remember their grudges, turn over their old accounts, and hold them accountable, who can bear it?
“And there is one more thing.”
The examiner surnamed Zhao added, "This child''s formation talent is even more terrifying than you think now."
Everyone frowned and puzzled.
The examiner surnamed Zhao was silent for a long time and sighed bitterly:
"He spent most of the time he took the exam, he spent sleeping..."
The examiners looked shocked.
"sleep?"
"It''s outrageous, you actually sleep?"
The examiner surnamed Zhao said helplessly when he saw that they didn''t understand:
"This means that he only took a very little time to draw all the first-grade formations used for the assessment, and then he was bored and slept until the end of the exam..."
The examiners thought carefully and after thinking about it, they all felt suffocated and felt cold in their hearts.
Who is this?
Is this something that people can do?
Where did the little monster come out?
"So," the examiner surnamed Zhao looked around and said in a deep voice, "We must, give him a certain rank!"
The examiners looked at each other, and were stunned and silent, with nothing to say.
Now, if you don’t give this first grade, you have to give it.
An examiner sighed and murmured:
"At the age of thirteen, this is probably the youngest first-class formation master in the territory of Heishan Prefecture in the past thousand years..."
…
The next day, the ink painting was released, and I saw my name on the first-level list.
Ink painting was delighted.
"Tongxian City, ink painting, first-grade formation master."
There is only hometown and name on the list, and no other information.
Mo Hua didn''t shout, "I''m hit!"
So the formation master around him didn’t know that he had become a first-grade formation master through the fixed grade.
After the joy, the ink painting was both surprised and thought about it, but it was not surprising.
The accident was that there was really no dark story.
Not surprisingly, the answer sheet is indeed too simple. Being a first-grade formation master is indeed not difficult for him now.
His father Mo Shan was happy from the bottom of his heart.
Although I have known for a long time that ink painting has the ability of a first-grade formation master, the meaning is still different after being formally determined by the Daoting Court.
Moshan invited several officers who were accompanying him in the dining room in Qingshan City, both thanking and celebrating.
Several officials are honored.
This trip can also be said to be a full return.
Eat and drink freely, have a fun game, and successfully settle the grade, becoming a first-grade formation master.
After that, go back to Cangyun Sect to clean up and you can go home.
Before leaving, Mo Hua met the examiner who invigilated him.
Mo Hua stepped forward and bowed. Just when he didn''t know what to call him, the examiner said:
"My surname is Zhao, and I am the chief academician of Tianshu Pavilion."
Mo Hua didn’t know what position Xuezheng was in Tianshu Pavilion, but she still said respectfully: “Sir Xuezheng.”
Zhao Xuezheng said bluntly: "I have a heartless request."
"Seizheng, please tell me."
"Follow me."
Zhao Xuezheng brought the ink painting to an empty hall, laid the paper, took out the pen and ink, and said to the ink painting: "Can you please draw another molten fire array for me to see."
Mo Hua said in confusion: "Is this the follow-up assessment of the first-grade formation master?"
Zhao Xuezheng shook his head, "No, it''s my personal request."
Mo Hua felt relieved, nodded, and then held the pen in his small hand, flowing water, and in a short while, he finished painting the fusion array.
Although he had expectations in his heart, Zhao Xuezheng was still shocked.
That day, this child was really drawing a formation...
But the brushwork is too skillful and comes casually, and he is too young, so he looks like a child is painting.
It is the manifestation of the first-grade formation reaching the realm of transformation.
How high is this child’s understanding? How many times has he drawn the formation?
Zhao Xuezheng''s mood was ups and downs, and finally he could only sigh in his heart:
“There is heaven beyond the sky, there are people beyond the sky…”
Zhao Xuezheng''s attitude suddenly became much more solemn, and with a hint of respect, he bowed:
“Thank you, my friend!”
Mo Hua didn''t know what he thanked, but he waved his hand habitually and said, "You''re polite to Xuezheng."
Zhao Xuezheng nodded slightly, his eyes showed appreciation, and then said:
"I''ll see you again this time after we part, I''ll be destined to see you next day!"
Mo Hua also bowed his hand and then followed his father Mo Shan to the Daotingsi carriage, left Cangyun Sect slowly, and embarked on the way home.
Zhao Xuezheng stood on the mountain peak of Cangyun Sect, watching Mo Hua''s carriage traveling far away, wondering what he was thinking.
After a while, a disciple from Tianshu Pavilion came over and asked Zhao Xuezheng to come to Wenxian Palace to discuss matters.
Zhao Xuezheng nodded, but did not set off.
The disciple was a little confused. Following Xuezheng''s gaze, he saw the carriage that was about to disappear into the green mountains, and said in some doubt:
"Xuezheng, this little formation master with the surname Mo is really that powerful?"
This disciple''s surname is Zhao, and he belongs to the same clan as Zhao Xue, and has some connections. Therefore, Zhao Xuezheng brought him out for this fixed-class assessment and experienced it.
Zhao Xuezheng nodded and said, "This is the most talented formation master I have ever seen so far."
The disciple was stunned and frowned and said, "It is impossible to be better than the seventh young master of our Zhao family, right?"
This disciple was a little dissatisfied, "Although the Seventh Young Master was 20 years old, if the ancestor had not allowed him to settle down, he would have been able to participate in the fixed grade long ago. Not to mention that he was thirteen years old, he could become a first-grade formation master at least fifteen years old."
"And our Zhao family has a deep roots and solid foundation. The Seventh Young Master has to learn a lot since he was a child, which has slowed down the progress of the fixed-grade grade."
"In terms of talent and formation prospects, this little brother named Mo may not be as good as our seventh master..."
"You don''t understand." Zhao Xuezheng shook his head.
The disciple was puzzled, "Don''t understand what?"
Zhao Xuezheng looked into the distance again, sighed, and said slowly:
"The seventh young master sets one rank because he can set one rank, and this child sets one rank because we can only set one rank..."
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