Chapter 395 Formation


    Bai Zisheng happily patrolled Lingnong every day, while Mo Hua sat on the ridge of the field, quietly painting the earth-raising formation.


    Bai Zixi is also helping with the ink painting formation.


    She was next to the ink painting, squatting on her knees, holding the pen with fair hands, elegant posture and quiet expression. The patterns she painted were graceful and beautiful.


    Mo Hua glanced secretly for a few glances, was shocked and couldn''t help but sigh:


    "Sister Sister, the formation you draw is so beautiful!"


    "Is it good-looking?"


    There was a hint of doubt in Bai Zixi''s beautiful eyes.


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.


    Bai Zixi looked at the formation he drew, then looked at the ink painting, and said curiously:


    "Isn''t this the same?"


    The same formation and the formation patterns are the same, and at first glance, there is a huge difference.


    But Mo Hua shook her head, "It''s different."


    The formation he drew himself was too skillful, so his pattern was smooth and his brushwork was calm.


    The paintings of his senior sister seem exquisite and elegant, and the brush and ink are also rich and delicate.


    Mo Hua secretly glanced at Bai Zixi again, saying that as the saying goes, the word is like the person, is it that the formation is like the person?


    The person is beautiful, so the formation is also beautiful?


    Bai Zixi saw Mo Hua blinking and wondering what she was thinking, so she asked:


    "What are you thinking?"


    "nothing…"


    Bai Zixi felt that Mo Hua had something to hide from him, and her eyes flashed and she said nothing.


    Then she stared at Mo Hua for a few glances, and suddenly pointed at her fair cheeks with her fingers.


    Mo Hua was stunned, wondering what she meant.


    Bai Zixi said, "Your face is dirty."


    "Dirty?" Mo Hua was slightly stunned, "Is it stained with ink?"


    He wiped it a few times by himself, looked at his palm, and said in confusion:


    "It''s not dirty..."


    "It''s dirty." Bai Zixi said confidently.


    "It''s okay, I''ll wash it later." Mo Hua said.


    Bai Zixi shook her head, "I am senior sister, I''ll help you wipe it."


    After saying that, she stretched out her little hand and wiped Mo Hua''s cheek.


    But the movements are like pinching, wiping, and rubbing...


    The fingers are cold and soft.


    Bai Zixi finished rubbing the right face of the ink painting and began to rub his left face again.


    Mo Hua was a little confused, "Is the left face dirty?"


    "It''s dirty!" Bai Zixi nodded.


    Mo Hua had no choice but to let her rub her face.


    After a while, Bai Zixi finished rubbing and nodded, "Wipe it clean!"


    Mo Hua said suspiciously: "Really?"


    Bai Zixi pursed her lips and said calmly:


    "I am my senior sister and I won''t lie to you."


    Mo Hua nodded, and without doubt, he began to draw the formation seriously.


    But this time he always felt that his senior sister was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally. Although she looked as normal, her eyes occasionally had a smile.


    Mo Hua felt that she had read it wrong.


    The younger sister looks calm on weekdays and rarely expresses her emotions.


    Mo Hua was confused again, but because he wanted to draw the formation and focus, he quickly left everything behind.


    It was not until I went back in the evening that Mo Hua realized something was wrong.


    Because Mr. Zhuang couldn''t help laughing when he saw him.


    Bai Zisheng was even more exaggerated. He covered his stomach and laughed non-stop, and tears were almost bursting out.


    "What''s wrong?" Mo Hua still doesn''t understand.


    Bai Zisheng smiled and said intermittently:


    "Haha, big...big face!"


    Mo Hua found a mirror, took a look, and was stunned.


    His face, left and right, were painted with ink, looking like a big tabby cat.


    Mo Hua was stunned.


    Who did it?


    Who can hide his spiritual sense and paint his face under his nose?


    Then he immediately figured it out, couldn''t help but turn his head and look at Bai Zixi.


    His senior sister rubbed his face!


    Bai Zixi pretended to be calm, but her lips were pursed, obviously holding back her smile.


    Ink painting was shocked.


    He never expected that Bai Zixi was such a senior sister!


    Bai Zixi is elegant and quiet on weekdays, with a calm expression, but she didn''t expect that she would make such a small prank.


    "Sister Sister!"


    Mo Hua was a little angry, with her eyebrows standing up, and she had a big flowery face, which looked more like an angry cat.


    Now Bai Zixi finally couldn''t help it and burst out laughing.


    This smile is like a flash of cereus blooming.


    Although it is easy to look at, it still has a clear and beautiful beauty.


    The smiling eyes were like lotus with morning dew, and like crystal clear glass, full of brilliance.


    Mr. Zhuang showed a little surprise.


    Mo Hua was a little stunned.


    This is the first time he has seen Bai Zixi laugh like this. Bai Zisheng was slightly stunned, and then felt sad. There was both some relief and a little distress in my heart.


    How long has it been since his sister been laughing like this...


    After some laughter, Bai Zixi helped Mo Hua clean her face with her own hands.


    Mo Hua looked in front of the mirror and checked and confirmed it repeatedly before nodding.


    Bai Zixi whispered, "I''m sorry..."


    But there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but sigh, feeling helpless.


    Bai Zixi smiled for another day afterwards. Whenever he saw Mo Hua and thought of his big, cat-like face, he couldn''t help but smile.


    Another day later, it was better and his expression returned to normal.


    Although the eyebrows and eyes were still faint, they were much cheerful than before, and their eyes were much softer.


    For some reason, I felt a little relieved.


    …


    The earth-raising formation is simple, and the ink is drawn very quickly, and Bai Zixi helps, so in a few days, the earth-raising formation in the spiritual field was completed.


    The overall pattern of the spiritual field is also consistent with the thick soil formation by the Lingongs working day and night.


    After drawing the cultivation earth formation, the formation patterns of the thick earth formation will be outlined.


    Ink paintings need to use spiritual ink to connect all the ridges of the field to make the pattern of the entire thick soil array take effect.


    The hundreds of hectares of spiritual fields are formed by connecting them, which is a huge thick earth array.


    The array pen requires a large thread and costs a lot of spiritual ink, but the spiritual consciousness consumed is actually not much different from the small thick earth formation.


    The consumption of the spiritual consciousness of the formation is only related to the difficulty of the formation itself, that is, the number of array patterns.


    The size of the formation itself has an impact on the consumption of spiritual consciousness, but the impact is not very large.


    Therefore, in the spiritual field, the most difficult thing to truly use spiritual ink to connect the array patterns to make the thick earth array take effect. For ink painting, the biggest difficulty lies not in spiritual consciousness, but in physical strength and spiritual power.


    The formation emphasizes that one thought is completed, and the spiritual thought cannot be cut off.


    When connecting the thick soil array, ink paintings must also walk through all the ridges on the spiritual field at one time. While injecting spiritual power into the spiritual ink, the spiritual ink was painted on the ridges, so that the formation patterns could be completed in one go.


    Mo Hua looked at the vast spiritual field in front of him and couldn''t help but sigh.


    This method is too stupid.


    It would be too embarrassing to paint like this, and it would not be as elegant as a formation master.


    But he had no other way.


    With his cultivation level in the Qi Refining Stage and current ability, he can only use this stupid method to connect to large single formations.


    "I don''t know if there will be other means of drawing arrays after the Qi Refining Realm, which will be more convenient..."


    Mo Hua thought about it and sighed again.


    After that, Mo Hua carefully focused his mind and began to draw a thick array of soil in the spiritual field according to the plan.


    He held a large pen, dipped it in spiritual ink, and followed the ridge of the field, following the formation patterns of the thick soil array in the sea of ??consciousness, and began to connect the entire spiritual field.


    This process is relatively long and there is no mistake, otherwise it will take a long time and effort.


    Fortunately, the ink painting was practiced in advance.


    He also tried to walk the route many times.


    He also considered the possible problems he might encounter and thought about how to solve them.


    So the overall situation is quite smooth.


    Bai Zisheng, Bai Zixi, Miaoer and all the Lingjiangs from other Dongshan Villages surrounded the fields, watching the ink painting formation.


    Ink painting never stops, walking from morning to night, and from night to morning.


    As he walked past, a long, winding, clear ink mark with mysterious meaning was left on the ridge of the field.


    In the ink scar, spiritual power flows.


    The ink painting walked through the ridges of the field, leaving behind a series of patterns.


    As he walked on the more ridges of the field, the more array patterns he had, and the more spiritual fields he had connected...


    By the time the ink painting was finally finished, his strength and spiritual power were almost exhausted, and he was like a dehydrated fish, sitting by the field, gasping for breath.


    At the same time, a light flashed in the spiritual field.


    A strong vitality spreads out.


    The entire spiritual field is like one, echoing each other through the array patterns.


    From the spiritual fields, a continuous stream of breath from the earth emerges, nourishing the land and nourishing the rice seedlings.


    All the spiritual rice in the field seemed to be moistened by the atmosphere of the earth, and it was a little stronger than the naked eye, and its color was as green as jade.


    …


    All the Lingjiangs surrounded by the fields were shocked and lost their voices.


    They knew that this formation was not simple, but they did not expect that it could be so mysterious.


    Is this what the ancestor of the Sun family did back then?


    The elders of Dongshan Village felt the breath of the spiritual field and looked at the rice seedlings in the fields. They couldn''t help but lose their minds, and then they were so excited that they burst into tears.


    As long as such a fertile spiritual field can be kept, it is enough for their descendants to no longer have to endure hunger...


    And the Sun family at this time.


    The head of the Sun family, who was reading the array book, also felt a strong vitality faintly. He suddenly stood up and looked at the spiritual field in the distance, full of shock.


    "Is this...form?"


    "impossible…"


    (This chapter ends)