Chapter 440 Strict teaching


    "Single teaches him... is drawing formations for the zombie village?"


    Mo Hua''s little face became worried.


    Strict teaching will not become bad...


    He wanted to figure it out, so he let go of his spiritual sense and wanted to see that there was no one in the zombie village drawing formations.


    As the majestic spiritual consciousness unfolded, the zombie village melted the outline.


    Among all the white things, the light blue, light white, and black gray are entangled and complicated.


    This is the true form of spiritual energy under the appearance of the world.


    Or, it''s just a deeper appearance.


    Ink paintings calmed their energy and focused their minds, searched one by one, and cultivators checked one by one.


    After a cup of tea, I finally discovered something.


    In a secluded and narrow room, there is a monk living alone, cultivating his cultivation and refining Qi, sitting at the table, concentrating on drawing formations.


    At the end of his pen, neat array patterns were outlined, and the formations under his pen gradually appeared.


    It seems to be a spirit gathering array.


    When the ink painting spyed on him with his spiritual sense.


    He felt something, paused in his pen, looked up and looked around, and then his eyes were blank.


    "Someone?"


    "No, this is a zombie village, there is no outsider..."


    "But…"


    He frowned.


    I did notice a trace of breath just now.


    This scent is very familiar, as if it is an old friend, but when you carefully distinguish it, there is no trace.


    "Isn''t it an illusion..."


    He shook his head, as if he was thinking of something, sighed slightly, and continued to draw the formation.


    Ink painting opened his eyes.


    It is the breath of strict teaching!


    He thought for a moment, then he hid his body, used his body skills, tiptoed to a roof, leaned down, poked his little head out, and looked into the room.


    In the small room, the layout is simple, with only one bed, one table, and one chair.


    In addition, it is all about array books, array diagrams, and other miscellaneous items related to formations such as pen and ink.


    Someone in the room was drawing a formation, dressed simply and had a straight figure.


    His face was serious, a little tired, but his eyes were firm.


    It is the familiar teaching of ink painting!


    Mo Hua felt a little excited.


    Since Yan Teaching left Tongxian City, Mo Hua has never seen him.


    Teacher Yan has the grace of enlightening himself in formation, and ink painting occasionally has concerns.


    I don’t know how the situation of the teaching of the liang, whether the path of Tao is smooth, whether the formation has been improved, and whether I have found a Taoist partner…


    Later, when I arrived in Nanyue City, I heard that Master Yan was missing in the mine, and Mo Hua was always worried.


    At this moment, I felt relieved when I saw that Yan Zhi was safe and sound.


    Mo Hua thought about it and did not rush to meet Teacher Yan, but decided to observe it first and see what Teacher Yan was doing.


    Times change, and people''s hearts change easily.


    Ink painting is not sure. Is the current strict teaching still the original strict teaching?


    Did he do bad things for Xingzizhai?


    Mo Hua calmed down, held her little face tense, and observed in secret.


    Teacher Yan is still drawing formations. He is serious and meticulous, completely unaware that he is being "peeped over" by former students.


    After drawing the formation, Teacher Yan read the formation book again, read some formation diagrams, and made notes.


    Mo Hua nodded slightly, this is how Yan Xue taught herself.


    You must be diligent when learning formations.


    Read more, learn more, think more, and remember more.


    Teacher Yan read the array book, but not long after, he was disturbed.


    A corpse cultivator with gray clothes and a pale face knocked on the door of Teacher Yan''s room.


    “Mr. Yan.”


    Teacher Yan frowned and showed displeasure. He didn''t like being disturbed when studying the formation, but he still got up, opened the door, and said indifferently:


    "What''s up?"


    Corpse cultivation said: "The formation in the west of the village is broken..."


    I know this ink painting because it was he who deliberately broke it!


    Teacher Yan frowned, "Is it bad?"


    The corpse cultivator bowed and said, "Please go over and take a look."


    The corpse cultivator said "please", but his expression was cold and he did not have the attitude of "please", and it seemed that the teacher of Yan was not allowed to refuse.


    Teacher Yan nodded, "Wait."


    Then he went into the house, found a few pens, picked up a few bottles of ink, and found a formation map, put it into the storage bag, and then practiced the corpse:


    “Let’s go.”


    Zi Xiu led Teacher Yan out.


    Before leaving the door, Teacher Yan locked the house and opened the formation.


    I don’t seem to want others to enter this room.


    But as long as it is a formation, you can''t defend against ink painting.


    After Teacher Yan left, Mo Hua quietly untied the formation of the roof and fell from the roof into the house with slight hands.


    He did not look through it, but just glanced at it and judged what formations Teacher Yan was drawing through the aura of the formation and the type of formation pattern.


    Most of the formations in the house are the Five Elements formations.


    The Five Elements Formation is very familiar with ink painting, so you can see the general idea at a glance.


    It is a formal and serious formation, not an evil formation.


    In addition, there are a few rare formations, which are not difficult.


    There are several array images placed on the table, with traces of reading for many years. These array diagrams are formations that are used for smelting arrays, earth and stone arrays, etc., first-grade formation masters have been tested for grade-level assessments and are used all year round.


    It seems that Teacher Yan is still working hard to become a first-grade formation master.


    After reading several formations drawn by Yan Zhixi, Mo Hua nodded and made a preliminary judgment that Yan Zhixi had already reached the level of a first-grade formation master.


    Unfortunately, the exploring is not extensive enough.


    Once the assessment formation is more remote and tricky, it will be very difficult to set the grade.


    This depends on some luck or chance.


    Apart from this, there is no absolute formation, nor an evil formation.


    Ink painting is both a bit disappointed and very grateful.


    What was disappointed was that there was no clue to the ultimate formation.


    Fortunately, Teacher Yan did not master the ultimate formation, nor did he accomplice the tiger, so he cultivated and drew evil formations for the corpses of these corpses in the corpse villages, and helped them refine corpses and raise corpses.


    Mo Hua speculated that Teacher Yan might just be held hostage.


    Because of the identity of the formation master, he saved his life. Because of the identity of the formation master, he was coerced by the corpse cultivator and had to join the corpse village and draw some formations for them to build camps.


    After all, no matter where you go, the formation master is a rare talent for practicing Taoism.


    This is especially true for Yan Teach, who is almost the first-class formation master.


    But this is just my own guess. I have to ask whether this is the case.


    Mo Hua found a stool, sat in the corner, hiding his body, and quietly waited for Teacher Yan to come back.


    Half an hour later, Teacher Yan came back.


    The corpse cultivator kept delivering Teacher Yan to the door, watching Teacher Yan enter the house, and then turned around and left.


    After entering the house, Teacher Yan sighed, continued to return to the table, and began to read the array book.


    As he looked, Teacher Yan muttered:


    "How can the formation be broken?"


    Suddenly, his expression frightened and he felt something was wrong.


    The formation cannot be broken for no reason.


    Then Teacher Yan was shocked and his pupils shrank slightly.


    It seems that someone has come to my own room!


    He immediately stood up and swept his mind, but found nothing.


    It is obvious that there is nothing passive about the table, chair, book and pictures, but he just has a kind of intuition, as if someone had come in and looked through something.


    Who is it? !


    What''s the point of doing?


    Teacher Yan frowned and looked solemn.


    At this moment, a small hand gently patted Yan Zhishi''s shoulder.


    Yan Xie felt cold in his heart and his scalp became numb.


    Is there anyone in the room?


    And this person is standing behind him at this moment? !


    When Teacher Yan was nervous, he heard a crisp voice in his ear asking:


    "Teacher Yan, why are you a thief?"


    This sound is the sound of a child, crisp and beautiful.


    And, very, very familiar...


    Teacher Yan suddenly turned around, opened his mouth wide, and after a while he said:


    “Ink…ink painting?!”


    Mo Hua smiled brilliantly, "Teacher Yan, long time no see."


    Teacher Yan was completely stunned.


    He blinked and looked at the ink painting.


    The ink painting still looks like he remembers, delicate and cute, with clear eyebrows and eyes, but he is a few years older and a little taller.


    In addition to his glittering eyes, he also brought some unfathomable, like a deep and lustery jade.


    Teacher Yan blinked again, looked at the ink painting, and then said relievedly:


    "So it''s dreaming..."


    When people get old, they like to recall the past.


    It seems that I remembered the incident in Tongxian City again, and the child Mo Hua...


    Teacher Yan felt relieved and looked quite emotional.


    Mo Hua said speechlessly, but helplessly:


    "Study Yan, it''s me, I''m here to find you."


    Teacher Yan was slightly stunned.


    As far as dreaming is concerned...


    This sound is a bit clearer.


    The expression of the ink painting is too vivid.


    He looked at it intently and seemed to be able to see the broken little face of the ink painting.


    Teacher Yan looked up again and saw the mountains dark and cold, but there was indeed a sun hanging high among the cliffs.


    In this broad daylight, how can there be dreams to do?


    Teacher Yan was stunned, then stretched out his hand with a trembling trembling, gently holding Mo Hua''s shoulder, and said in disbelief:


    "It''s really...it''s really an ink painting?"


    Yan Xie''s voice trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet.


    He didn''t expect that he would really see the student Mo Hua again in his life...


    Ink painting was also a little moved and nodded:


    “It’s me!”


    Teacher Yan suddenly looked frightened and said worriedly:


    "But why...why are you here?"


    "I''m here to find you."


    Teacher Yan was stunned, "Look for me?"


    Mo Hua said: "It''s not just about looking for you, but also about Zhang Quan, zombies, and... a formation."


    Teacher Yan was confused when he heard something, and then he thought of something, his eyes were shocked:


    "Are you looking for... Lingshu Formation?"


    Mo Hua nodded and felt sure.


    It seems that the formation on the zombies is treasured by the Little Ling Yin Sect and inherited from the Great Ling Yin Sect more than a thousand years ago:


    Lingshu Formation!


    ?ThanSO for the reward~


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    (This chapter ends)