Chapter 567 Original Aspiration


    Ink painting has returned home and has built its foundation.


    This incident soon spread throughout Tongxian City.


    All the monks in Tongxian City, whether they heard the wind first or found out later, were both surprised and happy.


    They did not expect that Mo Hua would build the foundation in just a few years when she went out for a trip.


    And if you learn the ink painting formation so well, after building the foundation, you may become a second-grade formation master in time.


    Second-grade formation master, there may not be one of the entire Tongxian City in hundreds of years.


    Elder Yu was so happy that he couldn''t stop talking.


    He had known for a long time that Mo Hua, a child with a high talent and good heart, would definitely have a bright future in the future, but he did not expect that this "future" would come so early.


    In a few years, it seems that when I close my eyes and open my eyes, the ink painting will build the foundation.


    Now that Mo Hua has returned home, Elder Yu, who has always been a little "stingy", took out the spirit stones he had saved for a long time and wanted to hold a "reception banquet" for Mo Hua.


    Mo Shan knew that although Elder Yu was a foundation-building elder, he had been struggling to take care of most of the casual cultivators for so many years and had not saved many spirit stones.


    Now, Tongxian City is different from the past, and the casual cultivators have lived a little more, so naturally they cannot let him spend money.


    Mo Shan said that this was considered a "foundation feast" of Mo painting, and Elder Yu did not need to produce spirit stones.


    In Tongxian City, the foundation-building banquet is basically the most grand banquet.


    Scattered cultivators build foundations, and there are many difficulties.


    Successful foundation building is the biggest event. Generally, a banquet is held and guests are welcome.


    Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua had also fantasized before that they could hold a "foundation banquet" for Mo Hua and his son in this life.


    But before this, I can only think about it.


    It is not easy for casual cultivators to build foundations...


    Ink painting is inherently weak, and its spiritual roots are not good or bad, and its practice will inevitably be bumpy.


    Even if the foundation-building day of the ink painting, the two of them may not be able to survive until then, and they may not be able to see with their own eyes the foundation-building look of the ink painting...


    But they never expected that the ink painting, who was only fifteen years old, had already successfully built the foundation.


    The Moshan couple, while being surprised, still feels a little unbelievable.


    Even if the ink painting that had already built the foundation was standing in front of them, they felt like dreaming...


    Then we organized a "foundation banquet".


    Liu Ruhua took out a lot of spirit stones and held a banquet in Fushen Building.


    These spirit stones were collected for Mo Hua over the years. She originally planned to let Mo Hua marry a young wife in the future.


    But now that ink painting has built the foundation, Liu Ruhua is very happy, so she thought of spending some first and celebrating.


    Anyway, Mo Hua is still young now and it’s still early to get married. She will save more in the future.


    What''s more, half of Fushen Building is painted in ink.


    The ink painting is not there, and half of it is Liu Ruhua.


    An Xiaofu, the "shopkeeper" of Fushen Building, also called Liu Ruhua "Master".


    An Xiaofu and Mo Hua are very close.


    So it is actually similar to running in Fushen Building and running at your own home, and it doesn’t cost too many spirit stones.


    On the day of the foundation-building banquet, there were bustling crowds and almost all the wandering cultivators in the city came.


    These casual cultivators either grew up watching Mo Hua since childhood, had a lot of friendship with Mo Shan, or had received the favor of Mo Hua...


    Some well-known monks in the city also came, including An family, Master Luo, Master Qian, and some small families...


    There are too many people, and I can’t sit in Fushen Tower.


    An Xiaofu temporarily rented the entire street shops.


    Everyone was lively and ate meat and drank wine.


    The entire Tongxian City is like the New Year.


    The monks who came here to visit the merchants from other places did not understand the situation and thought that Tongxian City was celebrating a festival.


    After inquiring clearly, I realized that it was a "foundation banquet". Moreover, the foundation-building cultivator was also a first-grade formation master who had been determined by the Taoist court, and they were shocked.


    Based Cultivator, First-grade Formation Master.


    In a second-grade fairy city like Tongxian City, it is really a famous figure who is stunning.


    These businessmen also understand the principle of worshiping a temple when they go to one side.


    They prepared some "flavor gifts" and delivered them to their door in person to ask for a glass of water and wine to enjoy their joy, and hope to be familiar with each other.


    Some businessmen even spent some money to personally go to Mo Hua to toast and congratulate him.


    It was a happy event, and no one minded these little thoughts.


    Mr. Zheng, so he contacted his relationship, held the wine glass, and was nervous, and toasted in front of Mo Hua.


    But when I looked up, I found that the "first-grade formation master" and the "foundation-building master" were actually the young monks who walked all the way with me and chatted with me all the way, and his mouth was so open that he could stuff a duck egg...


    At the foundation-building banquet, there were cups and chats.


    Elder Yu was very happy, smiling with a pleat on his face, but there seemed to be a hint of loneliness in his eyes.


    Time drives people to grow old.


    Before, he was the only foundation-building monk in Tongxian City, and he had to face pressure to compete with the huge Qian family. Elder Yu could not fall no matter what.


    So he has a tough temper, ruthless scolding, and has a very rogue method.


    But now, the life of the casual cultivator has improved. Elder Yu breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt that he was a little old.


    No matter what, I can''t raise my heart.


    Now looking at the ink painting, Elder Yu was relieved and was a little surprised, but on the surface, he was still silent.


    Mo Hua now has strong spiritual consciousness and more sensitive observation skills, so she noticed Elder Yu’s thoughts.


    He went to drink with Elder Yu.


    The one I drank was fruit wine, which was brewed by his mother. It was gentle and sweet in the mouth. It tasted a bit wine, but not spicy.


    Elder Yu still drank strong wine.


    After drinking for a while, Mo Hua secretly said:


    "Elder, why are you? You are still in the early stage of foundation building..."


    Elder Yu was stunned and couldn''t help but glar at Mo Hua, "The foundation-building realm, climbing the mountain step by step, how can you practice so easily?"


    "Oh." Mo Hua nodded.


    Elder Yu suddenly sighed and smiled bitterly, "I''m old, I can''t practice anymore..."


    Mo Hua shook his head and said, "How can you call me old? Think about it, if you break through the middle stage of foundation building, you can have a lifespan of more than a hundred years. If you break through the late stage of foundation building, you can have a hundred years... If you keep breaking through, won''t you not get old..."


    Elder Yu laughed, "It''s not that easy..."


    "What is easy?" Mo Hua asked, "It is not easy to go against the Qian family. It is not easy to make a living by casual cultivators. Even if it is not easy, you have to do it."


    “If you need to do one thing, then do it.”


    "It doesn''t matter whether it''s easy or not, whether it''s successful or not..."


    Elder Yu was lost in his mind and said in a moment, "Who told you these...?"


    Mo Hua patted her chest, "I myself!"


    Elder Yu obviously didn''t believe it.


    Mo Hua said seriously with a small face: "Elder, I have already traveled out and have become a foundation-building monk who has ''seen the world''."


    Elder Yu saw that although the Mo Hua had already built the foundation, his expression and voice were still as usual, both reasonable and cute, and he couldn''t help but shake his head and smile.


    Then he thought to himself, "Yes, what does it matter if you are old or not..."


    "I used to be too tired and had no time to practice. Now I can take a breath and have free time. Isn''t it just enough to concentrate on seeking the realm and improve my cultivation?"


    "Meditors and monks, cultivate themselves and make a living."


    "If you don''t practice and temper yourself, what kind of monk is you still a monk?"


    “So what if you get old?”


    “So what if you are old?”


    "A person lives for a lifetime, as long as he does not die, he must be firm in his heart and seek the Tao with all his heart..."


    Elder Yu suddenly realized in his heart, and gradually, his eyes became vigorous again, with some sharpness and a hint of stubbornness.


    Mo Hua nodded with "happiness" and then said, "Elder, this time it''s your meal, and next time it''s my turn to rub yours."


    "Free meal?"


    Elder Yu was stunned and then realized that Mo Hua was talking about the "foundation banquet".


    "What kind of food do you want to eat for me?"


    Mo Hua''s little face was solemn, "I want to take advantage of the ''Golden Dan Banquet''!"


    Elder Yu squirted out a mouthful of old wine.


    I am so old that I am just in the early stage of foundation building. Are you thinking about taking advantage of my "Golden Elixir Banquet"?


    You kid, you dare to think more than me.


    But he was stunned and thought again, why didn’t he dare to think? Why don’t you dare to think about it?


    It is another way to make the golden elixir or not, but if you don’t have this little energy, what else can you practice?


    Elder Yu gritted his teeth and cursed:


    "Okay! Fuck it, the golden elixir is the golden elixir!"


    Elder Yu''s voice was a little loud and he even said, "Fuck it." Everyone around him heard it and couldn''t help but look shocked and looked at him one after another.


    Elder Yu realized that he had made a mistake.


    But he was thick-skinned and pretended not to say anything, and started to drink with Mo Hua.


    Everyone also turned their heads tactfully and pretended that nothing had happened.


    On the contrary, Yu Chengyi, who was not far away, was a little lost.


    His father... hasn''t scolded anyone for a long time...


    Since Tongxian City''s life has gotten better and better, his father''s temper has become more and more "gentle". These days, he will basically no longer curse like before. He was so gentle that he even made him a little strange.


    But now, Yu Chengyi heard that his father was scolding someone again...


    Although it is simple and unpretentious, it is just a simple sentence "Fuck it", only emotions, no skills.


    But he felt a lot more relieved in his heart.


    This is indeed the father he is familiar with...


    Yu Chengyi thought silently.


    Mo Hua actually wanted to scold him, but the words were all the way to his mouth. He looked up and looked at his mother Liu Ruhua looking at him, and then swallowed the words again.


    I am a good child and don’t scold me...


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart.


    …


    After the foundation-building banquet, ink painting was busy for a while.


    The main reason is that he is in Tongxian City, with too many popular people and too many acquaintances. He wanders around and it takes a few days to pass without realizing it.


    He met Teacher Yan.


    Teacher Yan and Manager Mo are busy rebuilding the Xiaoling Yin Sect together.


    From nothing, starting from scratch, it is difficult to establish a sect, but Yan Teaching is firm in his mind and will not give up.


    The bodies of the elders and heads of Xiaolingyin Sect, who have been traitor Lu Chengyun, were refined into an iron corpse, and helped the evildoer to abuse.


    Later, the corpse was subsided, and the bodies that were "corrupted" were burned and brought back by Master Yan and buried on a hill near Tongxian City.


    Green mountains and clear waters buried the remains of the ancestors of Xiaoling Yin Sect.


    Ink painting went to incense and worshiped for a while.


    After learning the Lingshu Pride Formation of the Xiaoling Yin Sect, it can be regarded as inheritance of the Xiaoling Yin Sect. After receiving the favor, I naturally have to worship it to show my respect.


    Teacher Yan was very pleased to look at the current ink paintings, but he has always been rigid and didn''t say much.


    The two of them were drinking tea and chatting about the formation for a while. Mo Hua was quietly pulled aside by Manager Mo.


    Manager Mo took out a stack of paper to paint ink, and said with a sad look:


    "I''ve been worried about this matter these days. You are the staff for me..."


    When I looked at the paper, I found that it was full of portraits of female cultivators.


    Ink painting is both familiar and unfamiliar.


    What is familiar is that there were often sects and families who had sent him privately to marry into his family in order to tempt him and asked him to marry into his family.


    At that time, Lu Chengyun did such a thing in Nanyue City.


    But what is not familiar is that the portrait of the woman on this is obviously more "mature" and is incompatible with his age.


    "This is…"


    Mo said in a low voice like a thief, "I''m helping my senior brother, find a Taoist partner..."


    Mo Huaxin said indeed, and also whispered:


    "This kind of thing...you shouldn''t let the teacher choose it yourself?"


    Manager Mo curled his lips, "The wood is not open and the iron tree does not bloom. If you look for him, it will be useless..."


    He flipped through a few portraits and placed them in front of the ink painting, "You can help me see too..."


    "How is this? Xu Milf has a charm and a charming face. It is said that she is single and has many spirit stones..."


    Ink painting found blind spots:


    "How did her spirit stones... come from?"


    Manager Mo was stunned, then patted his head, "Yes, yes, this is not possible..."


    "It''s so dangerous, I almost got blinded by appearance."


    "If you show this to your senior brother, you won''t be scolded to death by him..."


    Manager Mo pointed at another photo, "This person looks a little inferior, but his family background is good. He is a daughter of the Song family a hundred miles away... That is, he is said to have a bad temper, so he has been around for a hundred years and has not yet gotten married..."


    "If you have a bad temper, don''t you get along with the teacher..."


    Manager Mo nodded, "That''s right, my senior brother is really married, and his personality is not in line, so I guess there will be more trouble..."


    He shook his head and continued to mutter:


    "This is the daughter of an elder of a sect. If the senior brother wants to rebuild the sect, he will probably be able to help him..."


    "This...no, the dust is too heavy..."


    "This...the portrait is so fake. I guess I stuffed a lot of spirit stones to the painter for ''pend-free''..."


    "This powder is too heavy, and one face is pale..."


    …


    Manager Mo counted several times, but he felt it was not suitable, and finally he suddenly had a bright look:


    "This is good! Although it looks average, it has a good temperament and is obsessed with the formation. It has been more than a hundred years and has not been married. It looks like my senior brother..."


    Mo Hua glanced at him and saw a woman with hair tied and bare face. She didn''t look outstanding, but her temperament was intellectual, which was indeed very compatible with the teaching.


    Manager Mo also became more and more appropriate to watch, but after a while, he muttered:


    "It''s my senior brother who is so stubborn, he may not be able to fall in love with him..."


    "What''s wrong with my elm head?"


    A cold sound suddenly sounded.


    Manager Mo looked up and found that Teacher Yan looked at him coldly.


    Finished...


    Don’t keep in mind the matter and feel cold.


    Only then did he realize that when he was here with Mo Hua and secretly helped Teacher Yan pick "Taoist couple", Teacher Yan stood behind them and looked at them silently...


    All the bad things I said must have been heard...


    The ink painting on the side looks at the nose, nose and mouth, and keeps silent.


    He had a strong sense of consciousness. In fact, he had known that Teacher Yan had come here, but when he saw that Manager Mo was too devoted and focused, he was embarrassed to interrupt him...


    Teacher Yan’s face looked ugly.


    Don’t manage to notice something is wrong and hesitate:


    "I remember... I... I have something to do with my formation pavilion, I''ll go back first..."


    After saying that, he was as tall as the wind and ran away.


    I don’t even know Mo Hua, but the fat man, it turns out that my body is so good...


    Mo Hua was embarrassed to stay, so he got up and said:


    "Teacher, I''ll go back first and see you next time."


    Teacher Yan nodded, looked at the ink painting, looking forward to it, but he reminded him: "Don''t learn bad things from that fat man..."


    The "fat man" mentioned by Teacher Yan naturally means not to be in charge of the matter.


    “Okay, teach!”


    Mo Hua agreed and then slipped away.


    After Mo Hua left, Master Yan sighed helplessly and bent down to pack up the painted papers scattered on the ground one by one.


    Just when he picked up one of them, Teacher Yan was stunned.


    The picture shows a woman with hair tied and bare face, a woman with no makeup on her face, her eyes are focused and she has no external objects. She is a female formation master who is dedicated to studying the formation and can draw the nine-patterned formation...


    Teacher Yan was a little lost for a while...


    …


    After saying goodbye to Teacher Yan, Mo Hua visited Mr. Feng again.


    Mr. Feng is very kind to ink painting.


    When I was a child, I was weak and lacked in blood and energy. Mr. Feng was all nourished by her with elixirs.


    Later, my mother was seriously ill and it was thankful for Mr. Feng, so she was fine.


    Mr. Feng did not go to the foundation-building banquet.


    Mr. Feng is an alchemist. He is in charge of Xinglin Hall and treats diseases and saves people. He is unable to escape. He is also old and doesn’t like the noise.


    Liu Ruhua prepared some exquisite and light wine and dishes for Mr. Feng to give to Mr. Feng to try.


    Mo Hua also gave some alchemy books and alchemy recipes he collected along the way while he was out for a long time as a gift for reunion.


    Mr. Feng was very happy, stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly.


    He looked at the ink painting again and couldn''t help but feel a lot of emotion.


    Mo Hua really grew up since he was a child, growing up slowly from a little bit to now. Although he is only fifteen years old and not very old, he is already a famous first-class formation master and a foundation-building monk...


    And he also used formations to help so many cultivators in Tongxian City.


    "Good boy..."


    Mr. Feng was filled with relief.


    There are people coming and going in Xinglin Hall, and Mr. Feng is a little busy.


    Mo Hua was inconvenient to disturb him. After chatting for a while, he confirmed that Mr. Feng was in good condition recently, so he stood up and said goodbye.


    Before leaving, Mr. Feng suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and still spoke solemnly:


    “Ink painting…”


    "You are so young, it is rare to have such cultivation and formation attainments, and you will have a bright future in the future..."


    "But no matter how high your cultivation level is in the future, the vast cultivators and all living beings in this world are just humble ants, but just the tiny dust at your feet..."


    "You must never forget your original intention, don''t be arrogant, numb and indifferent."


    "Don''t forget that no matter how humble a person is, he is still a human being. He is a living person with joys and sorrows of life and death..."


    Mo Hua was stunned, then his eyes were shining, his heart was clear, and his smile was clear:


    "Okay, Grandpa Feng, I remember it in my heart!"


    ?The detailed outline has not been completed, and there has been only one update recently~


    ??Then it will be straightened out and then updated.


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    (This chapter ends)