Chapter 383: Pleasant
Sun Ze said in shock: "Our Sun family really has such a heritage?"
Sun Yi glared at him, "Or what would you think our Sun family business came from?"
"Our ancestor is a second-grade formation master. How could he pass on only such a little thing?"
Sun Ze frowned, "But, where is this inheritance?"
He has never seen or heard of it since he was a child. The Sun family actually has such a top-secret formation.
Sun Yi''s eyelids twitched and he sighed:
"I don''t know either…"
"The ancestor left for no reason back then, and there was no time to arrange anything. Some formation inheritances were also scattered."
"Now our Sun family''s background is still the same as your great-grandfather''s generation, which is made up from the manuscripts of the ancestors little by little."
"There are a few second-grade formations, but we can''t learn them at all. Among the first-grade formations, there are ordinary formations, and there is nothing special..."
Sun Ze couldn''t help but sneer:
"Are we juniors really the ancestors'' biological children?"
Sun Yi''s face turned cold and he angrily scolded:
"Next time I will say such disrespectful words, I will kneel to the ancestral hall for three days!"
Sun Ze muttered a few words, but he didn''t dare to say it clearly.
Sun Yi''s eyes were slightly condensed.
He actually had doubts about this.
The ancestor died suddenly.
But no matter how suddenly you die, you should prepare earlier and organize some formation inheritance and leave it to these younger generations.
Not as good as now, they can only find some leftover formations in the remains of their ancestors.
Although they rely on these formations and grasp Lingnong, their lives are also very comfortable.
But the way of formation is profound and profound.
Who doesn’t want to go further?
Not to mention the second-grade formation master, even if he becomes a first-grade formation master with a fixed grade, his current status will be completely different.
In the nearby Shangtai City, the first-grade formation master, even if he only refines Qi, his status is not much different from his foundation-building.
The ancestor did not leave any formation inheritance for these younger generations.
Could it be that it is because the Sun family’s children are actually not named “Sun”, and the blood sheds on them is actually not the blood of the ancestor?
But Sun Yi only dared to think about these speculations.
Their Sun family can gain a foothold in Qianjia Town and act as a blessing, one is based on the formation, and the other is based on the kindness of the ancestors of the Sun family.
The legacy of ancestors is justified, and those casual cultivators can tolerate it even if they can’t bear it.
If it weren''t for this, if the trouble really caused anger and the public was angered, the Sun family might not have had a good harvest.
Sun Ze thought for a while and said:
"That little kid, what should he do if he really wants to attack our Sun family, which is neither external or internal, nor even announcing the formation?"
Sun Yi sneered:
"Is this kind of inheritance coveted by him, a little kid?"
"Even if he is placed in front of him, he will never understand the top secret inheritance of the second-grade formation master."
"It''s just overestimating one''s own abilities!"
Sun Yi said contemptuously.
He is a formation master. Although he is less than the first grade, he has deeply experienced the difficulties of formation and the hardships of learning formation.
He, a foundation-building monk, had such difficulty in comprehending the formation, not to mention the little ghost who had not dried up his breasts, who was only the seventh level of Qi refining.
Sun Ze, who can only draw four formation patterns so far, nodded and agreed.
The formation is indeed difficult to learn.
Then he said, "That little devil can''t understand, but where is his master?"
Sun Yi was stunned. Thinking of Fengshen’s handsome and handsome man, Mr. Zhuang, who looked like a master, frowned:
“His master…”
I can''t see through it at all.
He knows nothing about whether this person has blood, cultivation, or even spiritual consciousness.
If you just pretend to be mysterious, you will be a liar with no cultivation.
If the great way is simple and returns to nature, then he is an unpredictable master.
Sun Yi couldn''t figure it out and asked again:
"What have you discovered after you followed that brother and sister in the past two days?"
Sun Ze said helplessly: "These two are talented, have extraordinary knowledge, are both very good-looking, and are very smart. No matter how I can''t find out their identities..."
"But if they are really disciples of the aristocratic family, they will definitely have foundation-building accompanying them in the second-grade state."
"If there is no foundation building to accompany you, it means that they are not children of aristocratic families. Even if they are, they are at most children of aristocratic families..."
"We don''t have to be afraid of the phoenix with hair falling."
Sun Ze asked again: "Dad, do you see who among them is the foundation-building? Whose spiritual consciousness you perceived that day?"
Sun Yi frowned even more.
He has observed carefully in the past few days but still has not discovered the source of the spiritual consciousness.
The monk named Zhuang never used his spiritual consciousness at all.
The old servant named Puppet is also like wood.
The two children of the aristocratic families were full of blood and energy and had abundant spiritual power. They were already at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Although their spiritual consciousness was strong, they were not as strong as the foundation building.
As for the little guy who runs to the Lingtian every day, he is so old that he doesn''t even bother to watch it...
"Did I see it wrong?"
"Or, this spiritual consciousness comes from other monks and has nothing to do with this group of monks?"
Sun Yi was puzzled.
Sun Ze glanced at his father indifferently, complaining in his heart, but he didn''t dare to say anything. Instead, his eyes moved slightly and asked:
"What should we do next?"
Sun Yi frowned and thought for a long time before saying:
"Look at it again, find out the details before talking..."
"If they really have a big background, we will treat each other with courtesy."
"If it''s a pretentious and doesn''t even have a foundation building, let them know that our Sun family''s food is not so delicious."
Sun Yi whispered again:
"Anyway, this place is far from Shangtai City, so no major happens, so Daotingsi will not ask about it."
"When I will be the slaughter and they will be fish."
A cold light flashed slightly in Sun Yi''s eyes.
"Where is that little devil?" Sun Ze asked again, "He ran to Lingtian for no reason and also drew formations for those mud legs, which was very hindering."
"Dare to cut off my Sun family''s wealth..."
Sun Yi sneered, "You stare at him and see if he understands or not. If he is sensible, you won''t make things difficult for him. If he is ignorant..." Sun Yi''s eyes turned cold, "You can teach him to be sensible."
"Then where is his master?"
"It''s okay." Sun Yi said lightly, "He interfered in my Sun family''s affairs. In other words, we are the ones who are in the right way."
"We can use this to test their background."
Sun Yi''s expression was meaningful and authentic.
Sun Ze smiled sinisterly, "Dad, I understand."
…
Ink painting is still running into the spiritual field without any trouble.
His feelings became clearer and clearer.
The ultimate formation is hidden in the spiritual field.
But he still has no idea where to hide it.
Even if the spiritual consciousness is derived, the specific position cannot be calculated.
Mo Hua sighed in her heart:
"It seems that you still need to practice this method of derivation. If you can calculate it slightly in your mind like your master, you can figure out where the formation is, so there is no need to be such a trouble."
Miao''er followed the ink painting, like a little follower.
Mo Hua went down the field, and he followed him to the field. Mo Hua looked at the spiritual rice, and he also widened his eyes and looked at the formation of Mo Hua, and he also grabbed the grassroots, copied the gourds, and drew on the ground.
Of course, he painted it, and he couldn''t understand it. Often, as he painted it, he would draw a big cow and a little chicken.
Mo Hua asked him some questions.
He would also answer in a tender voice.
He doesn''t understand complicated things, and he doesn''t know the past, but he still knows some of the experiences and experiences in the fields.
Mo Hua would also take out pastries to treat him to eat.
Miao''er refused symbolically for a few times, but in the end she couldn''t refuse, so she said crisply: "Thank you brother!"
Then he took the pastry politely, held it in his hands, put it in his mouth, ate it slowly, and his eyes were smiling.
This Rimo Painting went to Lingtian again, and Miaoer still jumped and followed him as usual.
But unlike usual, there are many people standing at the intersection, as if waiting for him.
These people are all Lingnongs from Dongshan Village.
They were a little restrained, but they still saluted the ink painting together.
A big man said:
"Can you ask me... to draw some formations for us?"
After saying that, the Lingongs placed the basket and storage bags they carried with them in front of the ink picture.
Some have a few spirit stones, some have a few bags of spirit valleys, some have a chicken, and some have some jade pendants...
The big man said in a little ashamed:
"The gift is shabby, I hope the little gentleman... don''t dislike it."
After saying that, everyone bowed together and saluted to the ink painting.
Among this group of monks, there are old and young, men and women.
Some are in their twilight years, with gray hair, and some are in their prime, tall and strong, but without exception, they all lower their heads to Mohua to show their entreaties.
And ink painting is just a thirteen-year-old monk.
As life forces them to bow their heads to a monk who is much younger than them.
Or, you have to bow to life.
Mo Hua sighed slightly in her heart and nodded:
"Okay, I''ll draw for you."
The man raised his head, and seemed to have never expected that Mo Hua agreed so quickly. He was shocked and grateful in his eyes, and he solemnly said:
"Thank you, sir!"
The rest of the people were also overjoyed and said gratefully:
"Thank you, sir!"
…
Among them, some of them offended the Sun family and were destroyed by others. The formations in the spiritual fields were not harvested by the planted spiritual rice;
Some people have a tough temper and are unwilling to ask the Sun family even if they starve to death;
Most of them, like Old Man Ding, have cultivated the formation over and over again, and have owed the Sun family debts and can''t pay them back at all...
But if the Sun family doesn’t draw formations, no one will paint for them.
Among Lingnong, no one can draw formations at all.
Even if you want to learn, you have nowhere to learn.
The big man respectfully led the way in front.
Mo Hua followed him and went to the spiritual fields of various families, drawing formations one after another.
These formations that left them helpless were a slap in Mo Hua.
In the ink painting, he held the pen in his hand and almost picked it up at will. With just a few strokes, he could finish the formation with ease.
A group of Lingmen were shocked when they looked at it.
This is the first time they have seen someone who can draw a formation like this.
What''s more, the person who draws the formation like this is still a young monk in his teens.
Ding Miaoer also looked at Mo Hua''s back, her big eyes full of admiration.
Mo Hua focused on drawing the formation, and in the spiritual field, the originally incomplete formations were also completed by him bit by bit.
As we were painting, a commotion came from afar.
Mo Hua looked back and saw a group of arrogant monks coming here with righteousness.
As they walked, they pushed Lingnong on the road, and then mowed the ridges of the fields again, and destroyed the formations they had just drawn ink painting one by one, one after another.
A monk in the lead was wearing brocade clothes and frivolous face. It was Sun Ze.
He walked to Mo Hua and smiled sinisterly:
"You little dear, you are ignorant."
Mo Hua slowly stood up, her clear eyes faintly revealing sharpness:
"You are the one who is ignorant."
(This chapter ends)