Chapter 597 The younger brother


    The missionary room was quiet, and then the seat was full of uproar.


    “Ink painting teaching?”


    "How could he let him teach?"


    “…”


    Mr. Xun''s face darkened and his eyes swept.


    The disciples were frightened by Mr. Xun''s majesty and immediately settled down and did not dare to whisper again.


    Mo Hua whispered, "Old sir, I''m not suitable for teaching..."


    Mr. Xun said lightly: "It''s very suitable."


    What''s wrong with a formation master with a solid foundation and able to draw a second-grade intermediate-level formation?


    "But…"


    Ink painting is a little hesitant.


    Mr. Xun glanced at Mo meaningfully, "Teach it well."


    Ink painting was stunned.


    He felt that Mr. Xun''s words seemed to have a different meaning, but for a moment, he couldn''t think of any reason...


    Seeing Mr. Xun''s look like he was undeniable, Mo Hua could only bow to him:


    "Okay, sir."


    Mr. Xun nodded slightly, handed a few handouts to the ink painting, and ordered:


    "Just teach these two pairs, just teach them boldly, don''t worry."


    After Mr. Xun finished speaking, he got up and left, his steps were both empty and solid, and he headed towards the back mountain.


    In the preaching room, ink paintings were left and a group of disciples looked at each other.


    Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, but when he remembered Mr. Xun''s instructions, he still bit the bullet and opened the lecture notes. But before he could say anything, a big man stood up.


    This big man has a surname, Cheng and his name is Mo. He is a physical practitioner. He is tall. Although he is called Cheng Mo, he is a chatterbox on weekdays.


    When Cheng Mo saw Mr. Xun walking away, he plucked up his courage and said a little dissatisfied:


    "Mo Hua, although we have a good relationship, we just need to discuss the matter. I am not convinced if you teach me the formation!"


    I, Cheng Mo, also want face!


    He added silently in his heart.


    The other disciples also nodded.


    In their respective families, they were all "proud sons of heaven". When they arrived at Taixu Sect, there were many geniuses gathering and restrained, but they were all arrogant in their hearts.


    Elders and teachers can preach and teach.


    But ordinary disciples are not qualified to teach them.


    Even if ink paintings are popular on weekdays, they have no dislikes about ink paintings, but when it comes to such things, similar to "master-apprentice" preaching, they cannot be unwilling to be tempted by others, and they must have an explanation.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    He wanted to be low-key, practice silently, and learn the formation.


    But Mr. Xun for some reason, at this time, he made him show off.


    But no matter what, since the matter is coming, ink painting will not be afraid.


    In terms of formation, he has never been afraid of anyone!


    Especially these young monks of the same age!


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but feel a hint of contempt, as arrogant as Mr. Zhuang.


    "Then you said, how can you be qualified?"


    Cheng Mo''s eyes froze, "Let''s compare!"


    Mo Hua looked at him silently, "Are you?"


    Cheng Mo felt a little guilty when he was looked at by Mo Hua''s clear and sharp eyes.


    “I…I…”


    He is quite familiar with Mo Hua and probably knows the strength of Mo Hua''s formation. Although he doesn''t know how high it is, he is definitely much better than him.


    He was resentful for a moment, and when his head became hot, he stood up.


    But if you really want to compete with Mo Hua in formation, you will be a little overestimated.


    In the sect, his formation is not only at the bottom, but also at the last.


    He competes with Mo Hua in formation, just like Mo Hua in comparison with him in body refining...


    At this time, another disciple stood up and said, "Since you want to teach us, you naturally have to compare with all of us!"


    He was also a little guilty after saying that.


    With many enemies, even if you win, you will not win.


    But Mo Hua said casually: "Okay, come together."


    In the missionary room, it became quiet in an instant.


    All the disciples were stunned. They did not expect that the ink painting, which has always been gentle on weekdays, could say such "arrogant" words!


    The crowd was instantly angry.


    "good!"


    "Let''s compare together, let''s discuss the true chapter in the formation!"


    "Xiaoxiao ink painting, I let you know what it means to have a sky beyond the sky!"


    "After losing, you have to call us ''Brother''!"


    "What ''brother'', I want to call you senior brother!"


    "By the way, you have to call us Grand Master! Master! Brother!"


    …


    Mo Hua curled his lips, it is not certain who calls him "Senior Brother".


    The formation is generally based on its own rules.


    In this kind of serious formation competition, Mo Hua did not participate much in it, but when he was in the Five Elements School, he tried his best.


    Although the form is complex, there are many varieties.


    But in the end, it is nothing more than comparing who draws faster, who draws better, and who draws harder.


    The competition at this time is almost the same.


    And because I am in the missionary room, I have to attend classes, and the time is limited, so I can only compare it roughly, so it is easier to just judge the outcome.


    Let’s compare who can draw faster first.


    But in this first step, the disciples froze.


    They have seen before how fast the ink painting formation is.


    The clouds and water were flowing, and the eyes were dazzled. Those little hands, drawing patterns and ink, were almost showing a heavy shadow...


    However, losing is not a loser!


    Even if you lose in the end, you can’t lose your momentum!


    Without a competition, the outcome is still unknown.


    Several disciples who believed that the formation speed was quite good came up with a "generous" look on their faces. On the huge array plate before the lecture, they compared with Mo Hua who could draw faster...


    Then the whole army was wiped out.


    They had just painted less than half of their paintings, and the ink paintings had been completed, and they even had enough energy to take care of their face, so they deliberately slowed down a little...


    Several disciples were ashamed and ended up ashamed.


    Let’s compare who can draw better after that.


    In the same formation, whoever draws more accurately, has a more beautiful handwriting, and has a deeper foundation will win.


    All the disciples here have learned formations, drawn formation patterns, and have a foundation. They can tell their pros and cons at a glance.


    Several other disciples walked up confidently.


    They also obtained the true teachings of the family''s formations. All the formations drawn on the formation plate were neat and beautiful, and after drawing them, they were a little complacent.


    Just turned around and looked at the formation of ink painting, and I couldn''t help but feel a little lost.


    The pattern of the array is neat and not bad at all, as if it was copied directly from the array book.


    Not only that, but also the handwriting is like a silver hook and iron painting, vigorous and powerful.


    This is a earth-based formation.


    The ink painting also communicated with a little bit of authenticity, so the entire formation also had a wide and deep charm.


    With both form and spirit.


    The neatness of the "form" can be achieved through hard work, but the charm of the "spirit" cannot be simply drawn.


    Needless to say, they knew they had lost.


    In the end, it’s a comparison of who can draw harder.


    A disciple from a noble family came up, dressed in white and looked handsome. I remember that this disciple was the direct descendant of the Wen family in Qianzhou, named Wenxuan.


    Wenxuan looked calm and dipped in ink to start his pen. He drew a second-grade eleven-patterned formation.


    Ink painting was a little surprised, but at the same time, she felt moved.


    Children of aristocratic families are indeed extraordinary. In the early stage of foundation building, there is a genius who can draw the second-grade eleven-patterned formation.


    It''s really rare and valuable...


    Mo Hua nodded.


    Since you are a genius, you must "care" and encourage it.


    Let them see a little gap and have the motivation to catch up.


    But they cannot see too much gap, so they feel desperate and lose confidence in pursuing the formation path.


    Ink painting is considered "good intentions".


    Then he thought about it and then picked a second-grade twelve-patterned formation, slowed down, looked solemn, and drew it "to do his best".


    Wenxuan''s face turned pale after seeing it and said in a lost voice:


    “Twelve lines…”


    He looked at the formation, then looked at the ink painting, and bowed, "I admit defeat."


    But the eyes of Mo Hua were bright and energetic.


    The fighting spirit was ignited in his eyes, as if he regarded ink painting as his "opponent" for his life.


    Mo Hua nodded with "relief".


    At this point, the competition is probably over.


    All the disciples were silent.


    I don’t know if I really competed, I realized that in the formation, they really couldn’t beat the Mo Hua…


    Those who do not specialize in formations and do not have a deep understanding of formations, just think the competition is very fast.


    A group of disciples went up to draw a formation, and then came down. Some of them didn''t even finish drawing, and then they knew they had lost.


    Going up quickly and falling down quickly means losing quickly.


    Only those who are truly proficient in formations know that the gap here is too big...


    They vaguely felt that there was a deep gap between themselves and the ink painting.


    This gap is right in front of you, but it seems that you can''t cross it.


    Even if you don’t pay attention, you will fall into the ditch and drown...


    The ink paintings that have always been easy-going also seem "unfathomable" in their eyes for the first time...


    And I feel that the ink painting is still not over.


    He hasn''t taken any action yet.


    Seeing that no one was talking, Mo Hua looked around and asked curiously:


    "Is there any more?"


    The disciples were suffocated, and then they were both ashamed and ashamed, looking at the ink painting with a slightly "humiliation".


    It seems that ink painting is a very hateful but invincible "little devil king".


    At this time, another disciple with a square face and a serious expression, who seemed to be unable to stand up to Mo Hua''s "evil deeds".


    “I’ll do it!”


    Mo Hua saw that he looked familiar, but he didn''t know his name.


    The disciple said, "My surname is Zheng, my name is Fang, and he is a member of the Zheng family in Zhenzhou."


    "Zheng Fang?"


    Mo Hua remembered it and asked, "What are you going to compare?"


    Zheng Fang shook his head, "I think I am not as good as you in formation, but I am dissatisfied with you if you teach me, so I want to take a test for you."


    "Test me?"


    "Not bad." Zheng Fang nodded, "My Zheng family has a secret formation. I will draw it for you to see it. You must draw it within an hour."


    "If you draw it, I will admit that you have extraordinary understanding of the formation and profound understanding, and are qualified to teach us!"


    "The test is your understanding!"


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, looking shocked and a little unbelievable.


    I''m going to be tested like this?


    There is another good thing? !


    You silly kid, are you testing me or sending me the formation passed down by me?


    Mo Hua''s eyes were shiny, but she tried to make herself look less happy. She had a stern face and said seriously:


    "Yes, I''m going to test me!"


    "good!"


    Zheng Fang said with a serious face, then walked to the front of the formation plate, and said with a bad tone:


    "Although this formation is only a first-class and also an introductory formation, it is a formation that my Zheng family has passed on. I won''t tell you the name, and I will only draw it once. If you can''t learn it, just admit defeat!"


    "Uh-huh!"


    Ink painting was full of expectations and nodded repeatedly.


    Zheng Fang began to write. Only the first stroke is left, the ink painting is a shock to the eyes.


    Thunder pattern!


    "Is this...thunder pattern?"


    The…thunder pattern in the Bagua Formation? !


    The formation that the Zheng family only passed on is actually... a rare Bagua thunder formation? !


    Mo Hua was shocked.


    Other knowledgeable disciples also said in surprise:


    "Is this a thunder formation?"


    “It’s very difficult to learn…”


    "No matter how good Mo Hua has a good understanding, it is impossible for him to learn it in an hour..."


    “That’s it.”


    "But, isn''t this a bit sloppy..."


    "It seems that it''s a bit unfair..."


    "How could it be? He was arrogant and wanted to teach us the formation!"


    "But... Speaking of which, Mr. Xun asked him to teach him, he could not disobey Mr...."


    "You said that..."


    "It seems that''s the reason..."


    “It’s not the ink painting…”


    "I''m convinced, where are you from? Do you have any principles? Do you have any position?!"


    …


    The disciples were talking.


    Ink painting is focused and his spiritual consciousness moves rapidly. In the sea of ??consciousness, he calculates the formation trajectory drawn by Zheng Fang.


    Every time Zheng Fang painted a pattern, it was dismantled by the ink painting with spiritual consciousness, and then evolved into a more essential spiritual trajectory.


    This formation, stroke by stroke, was gradually reconstructed and gradually became clear in his sea of ??consciousness...


    And little by little, forming the entire picture of the formation.


    Mo Hua frowned.


    This is a very special thunder formation...


    The spiritual power trajectory is gentle, and it seems that it is not used for killing...


    Moreover, the pattern shape is somewhat different from the thunder pattern I learned before ink painting.


    Array pivot structure…


    Ink paintings feel familiar, but after careful consideration, I feel that I have never seen them before...


    This is really just a basic formation with a first-grade nine-patterned pattern, but the logic of the formation is unfamiliar.


    It is impossible to judge from the formation diagram alone, the ink paintings, what is the purpose of this formation, and the other related formation principles can’t be seen.


    Don’t know the name of the array, don’t know the purpose…


    An unknown thunder formation...


    Mo Hua nodded slightly.


    No wonder Zheng Fang took it out and let him learn it. Even if he learned it himself, he didn''t know the mystery and specific function of this formation.


    Learning is useless.


    Mo Hua also remembers that Zheng Fang said that this is the "introduction" formation of the Zheng family.


    That means that this formation is just the foundation?


    What is the real core of the formation is other formations derived from this thunder formation?


    Mo Hua silently glanced at Zheng Fang and secretly labeled him as "Treasure Boy" in his heart.


    Although this first-grade nameless thunder formation is unfamiliar, I don’t know the inside story.


    But it is not difficult to learn based on the experience and understanding of the formation of the ink painting.


    What''s more, he can do the calculations of Tianji.


    So when Zheng Fang finished drawing the formation, turned his head and looked at the ink painting confidently, the ink painting picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and on the formation plate, he calmly drew out the formation that he had only seen once, but had already thoroughly calculated.


    Zheng Fang''s confident expression froze on his face, looking at Mo Hua, as if he was looking at a little monster.


    "You...have you learned it before?"


    Ink painting tells the truth:


    “I just learned it…”


    Zheng Fang opened his mouth and finally walked down with a helpless look on his face.


    But Mo Hua opened up a new idea, looked at the disciples in the room and asked with anticipation:


    "Who else wants to take the exam for me?"


    It is best to test me with a more difficult and rare formation that I have never learned!


    Mo Hua said in his heart.


    But no one answered.


    Mo Hua asked again, but no one spoke.


    Mo Hua regretted it a little.


    If he had known, he should have pretended again.


    Pretending to "try all your energy", "do your best", and then I barely tried to draw this thunder-type formation...


    This is the best way to "fish" and learn more formations.


    Miscalculated...


    Haven''t done it...


    My experience in practicing Taoism is still shallow, so you must pay more attention in the future...


    Ink painting warned himself, and then asked again with the idea of ??inadvertently:


    “Is there any more…”


    No one answered.


    Mo Hua sighed, and then could only say:


    "Then I''ll teach you..."


    The disciples present were stunned, and then they were all angry and their faces turned slightly red.


    But now that things have come to this point, I have no choice but to silently lower my head and honestly accept the "teaching" of ink painting.


    "Okay, then let''s start class!"


    The sound of ink painting is crisp.


    After that, the ink painting began class.


    First-grade formation is not difficult.


    Ink painting is also very easy to teach.


    He has a very profound attainment in first-grade formations and is easy to teach.


    Occasionally, although he understood some knowledge of formations himself, he didn''t know how to teach them. He recalled Mr. Xun, who learned the same thing and explained it to others in an easy-to-understand manner.


    Other disciples were dissatisfied with their mouths and faces, but they were actually convinced in their hearts.


    They also know that the formation level of ink painting is indeed much higher than theirs.


    So even though one or two of them had a tense face and a proud look on their faces, they still listened to what Mo Hua taught them.


    Moreover, although Mr. Xun has a deep attainment in formation, it is precisely because he has too deep attainment, and some basic things will not be said in detail.


    Ink painting is different.


    He only learned the first and second grade formations, and his foundation was solid, so some of the summary experiences are easier to understand by these disciples in the early stage of foundation building.


    In addition, Mr. Xun is strict and stubborn.


    The ink paintings are kind and cute.


    So before I knew it, as long as the disciples in the entire missionary room were focused on learning and wanted to improve the level of formation, they began to listen to the lectures of ink painting seriously.


    Ink painting stood in front of the lecture, talking calmly and casually.


    His manners and demeanor are like a "little teacher"...


    I don’t know how long it took, Mr. Xun came back and saw the scene in the missionary room, with a slightly surprised expression.


    There will definitely be many people who will not accept these disciples of Mo Hua Teaching, which is within his expectations.


    These problems must be solved by ink painting.


    Whether he can "convince the public" depends on Mo Hua''s own ability, and he is not easy to interfere.


    What Mr. Xun didn’t expect was that the ink painting was solved so quickly, and these prides of heaven became so "obedient" so quickly...


    Mr. Xun thought something and then nodded with relief.


    He did not disturb Mo Hua, but left.


    …


    From then on, whenever something happens, Mr. Xun will let Ink Painting "substitute" him.


    Sometimes, even if it is okay, Mr. Xun will be lazy and "sent fake" and let Mo Hua take his place to teach the disciples in this room.


    "Disciple" teaches disciple formations.


    This matter was soon discovered by the elders of the Taixu Sect.


    The Qianzhou family behind some disciples also knew about this, and most of them felt dissatisfied because of this, so they put pressure on some powerful elders from the Taixu Sect to find Mr. Xun and ask for an explanation.


    Some true elders could only bite the bullet and find Mr. Xun. Although they were unwilling, they had to speak up and said tactfully:


    "Old sir, is this... unruly?"


    Mr. Xun lowered his head to drink tea without raising his eyelids, "What rules?"


    "this…"


    The elders hesitated.


    What can they say...


    Many rules of Taixu Sect were formulated by this ancestor.


    How dare they propose rules in front of him...


    However, Mr. Xun is different from other ancestors who practice in seclusion or live behind the scenes.


    Mr. Xun is determined to abide by the duty of "teaching and teaching". At such an old age, he is still teaching the formation personally. Although he has a strange temper, he has no airs, so they dare to say so many more words.


    An elder pondered for a moment and whispered:


    "Let your disciples teach you... this is a bit a bit, it''s not right..."


    "The reputation is not right, the words are not right..." Mr. Xun was slightly stunned, frowned and thought, and nodded, "Indeed, the reputation is not right."


    The elder''s eyes lit up, "Since that''s the case..."


    "Since that''s the case," said Mr. Xun, "I will officially give him a position of ''little teaching'', so that it will be ''righteous''!"


    Small teacher? !


    The elder regretted his intestines and said hurriedly:


    "The old man, who is a new disciple of the outer sect, serves as a ''little teacher''. There is no precedent for Taixu Sect..."


    "Isn''t it there now..." Mr. Xun nodded and said, "Is it a precedent? Someone will always have to be the first one."


    "This is not possible..."


    The other elders also said, "Sir, this is inappropriate..."


    “It’s really…incredible.”


    "I''m sorry for my disrespectfulness...but there are indeed some jokes about doing this..."


    "Little teacher or something, no, no..."


    A group of true elders were talking about it.


    Mr. Xun took a sip of tea and sighed, "I''m not unreasonable. Since you all object, then take a step back and don''t be a ''little teacher''. Give him a little seniority and let him be a ''little brother''..."


    The other true elders were stunned and their hearts were thrilled.


    Not good, I''m in a trap.


    Mr. Xun is taking retreat to advance. His original plan may not be a "little teacher"...


    There is a true elder who bit the bullet and wants to object.


    "I''m afraid this is still..."


    Mr. Xun''s face darkened and he said angrily:


    "What''s the meaning?"


    "I have already made concessions enough. It''s just not to be a ''little teacher''. A ''little senior brother'', who has a little verbally added a little seniority and has no real position. Do you have any opinions?"


    "Do you think I''m old and have no weight in speaking?"


    The true elders were heartbroken and sweated coldly on their foreheads. In the end, they could only please:


    "The old man said it''s just a ''senior brother''..."


    Speaking of this, they had no choice but to grit their teeth:


    “…I’ll give it!”


    Mr. Xun was satisfied, nodded, waved his hand and began to drive people away:


    "It''s apart, it''s apart. What a big deal, it''s a big deal..."


    "This matter is decided!"


    The true elders smiled bitterly, but they could only accept it.


    In the next formation class, Mr. Xun shouted the ink painting to the podium and said to the disciples below:


    "Outside, you all talk about your own things, I''ll just ask..."


    "But from now on, in this missionary room where the formation is taught..."


    Mr. Xun pointed to the ink painting, his voice was old, but he was determined: "All your disciples must call him..."


    “Senior Brother!”


    (This chapter ends)