Chapter 734 Manuscript of the flow


    The next day, Mo Hua finished class in the missionary room and was packing up his jade slips and books to return to his disciple''s residence. When he looked up, he saw a Taoist boy at the door waving to him.


    "Mo Hua, Mr. Xun called you to go there."


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned, then nodded, "Okay."


    Walking on the long steps of Taixu Mountain, Mohua always had a bad premonition, so she asked in a low voice:


    "What''s going on this time?"


    The Taoist boy shook his head and said honestly, "I don''t know."


    "Are Mr. Xun angry this time?"


    "I''m angry..." Taoist boy frowned and shook his head again, "But he didn''t look like he looked very serious. It seemed that something big happened, and Elder Xun was trembling with fear."


    "Elder Xun?"


    "Elder Xunziyou is the great-grandson of the ancestor and serves as the elder in the inner sect."


    Mo Hua nodded slightly and remembered this name.


    The Taoist boy looked at Mo Hua worriedly, "Anyway, be careful, don''t make the ancestor angry."


    Mo Hua was a little puzzled, "I didn''t do anything either. The old man was angry. Will it have anything to do with me?"


    "Who knows..." The Taoist boy walked in front, suddenly turned his head and whispered: "Mo Hua, I broke the little tiger you gave me again..."


    "What did you do?" Mo Hua looked at him silently.


    The Taoist boy was a little embarrassed and said stutteringly: "Qingfeng Mingyue and others play puppet fighting beasts. The tiger won, but it broke..."


    Mo Hua sighed.


    The Taoist boy was a little guilty.


    Mo Hua said, "When I have time, I will make one for you. If you want to fight beasts, I will make you a more fierce one. But you have to make the puppet material yourself, so I will draw the formation..."


    The Taoist boy''s eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "I have obtained some excellent gold and jade. If I have time, I will make it into a puppet. I will use it for you to draw a formation."


    Mo Hua nodded, "Okay."


    The Taoist boy looked happy, "Mo Hua, you are so nice. I will inform you if you have anything next time."


    As they were talking, the two of them arrived at the elder''s residence.


    The Taoist boy immediately lowered the smile on his face, respectfully led Mo Hua to Mr. Xun, bowed, and then stepped down.


    Mo Hua secretly looked at Mr. Xun and found that although Mr. Xun''s expression was a little complicated, he was not too angry. Then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.


    "Hello, old man." Mo Hua said with politeness.


    Mr. Xun nodded slightly and said:


    "I''m calling you here, for nothing else, but suddenly remembering that I still have some experience in the formation I have collected, which may be of some help to learn the formation. Please take it and take it to see..."


    Mo Hua was very surprised. He thought that Mr. Xun discovered that he had done "bad things" again and wanted to criticize him.


    Unexpectedly, it was a good thing.


    Mo Hua said happily, "Thank you, sir!"


    Mr. Xun took out some dark jade slips and ancient manuscripts and handed them to the ink paintings.


    The ink painting took it respectfully, probably flipped it.


    In the jade slip and manuscript, there are indeed some insights into the formation path, including those involving the array eye, those involving the array pivot, and some, which demonstrate the variation of the array pattern.


    Ink painting glanced at me and was suddenly stunned.


    He saw two unexpected words:


    Flow!


    Mo Hua''s heart trembled, and he quickly picked up the manuscript, glanced at him quickly, and saw that the manuscript indeed recorded some of the "former flow" perceptions and understandings:


    "The formation flow is the source flow of the formations of the heavens, and the ten thousand formations return to one, one and a hundred connections."


    "Those who have achieved great formations can understand the formations of the heavens, and can return to the source and summarize the source of the formations."


    "Those who understand the formation flow can also transform into ten thousand, outline the combination, and control the formations..."


    …


    Ink painting was shocked.


    These words are very familiar, and it is not the first time he has heard them...


    Mo Hua looked at Mr. Xun with some confusion and said in a stern voice:


    "Old sir, this manuscript is..."


    Mr. Xun said, "This is from an old friend."


    "Old friend?"


    "Yeah." Mr. Xun nodded slightly, with a sad look, "This old friend had visited my Taixu Sect and sat with me to discuss the formation. This manuscript is some of the experiences and insights recorded when he exchanged the formation with him..."


    "This old friend..." Mr. Xun looked calm and his eyes were slightly solemn, and he slowly said, "Secret surname is Zhuang."


    Bao…


    Mo Hua suddenly lost her mind and stood there in a daze, feeling mixed in her heart.


    “Master…”


    Mr. Xun saw Mo Hua''s expression. When he saw him, he was stunned at first, and then heartache. A kind admiration surged in his eyes, and finally he turned into deep loss.


    Mr. Xun also sighed slightly.


    It''s that person''s disciple...


    The sadness and loss in Mo Hua''s eyes lasted for only a moment, and then it was sunk in her eyes, turning into a deep pool of water, which was difficult to detect.


    Mo Hua looked as usual, and said with admiration:


    "Old sir, your old friend must be a senior with the most powerful formation."


    Mr. Xun nodded and sighed, "Yes."


    "This senior..." Mo Hua paused slightly and then asked, "Where are you now?"


    Mr. Xun was a little surprised. He looked at Mo Hua silently and shook his head and said:


    "I''m afraid it''s hard to meet again in this life."


    Mo Hua lowered her head and remained silent.


    Mr. Xun looked at him and felt a little distressed.


    He silently looked at the ink painting in front of him.


    It’s been three years since I started. Ink painting has grown a little taller now, but its temperament has not changed much.


    At the beginning, he only thought that this child was innocent and cute, he was serious and hardworking in learning the formation, and had a high understanding, so he liked it.


    Later I learned that his spiritual talent was incredible, and he even regarded him as a treasure.


    But now, when Mr. Xun was shocked, he felt much more complicated when he knew that Mo Hua was that person''s disciple.


    The man was carrying the unique skills of Tianjiyan. Every move had profound plans, and all contained unpredictable Tianji.


    Now that the man and heaven are separated, Guixu Tianmeng are in the world, but there is a nameless little disciple left in secret. By chance, he worships Taixu Sect...


    Does this also contain some profound meaning?


    Mr. Xun was full of thoughts.


    After a moment, Mo Hua raised her head, looked expectant, and asked in a low voice: "Old sir, this manuscript..."


    "You keep it." Mr. Xun said gently, "It was for you. You can take it with you so much. You can see more if you have nothing to do."


    Mo Hua held the manuscript tightly and said gratefully: "Thank you, sir!"


    Mr. Xun smiled slightly, patted Mo Hua on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, go back, there will be class in the afternoon."


    "Um."


    Mo Hua nodded, bowed respectfully to Mr. Xun, and then said goodbye and left, but his back looked a little lonely.


    Mr. Xun sighed.


    This thin body may carry a terrifying cause and effect...


    There are some things he didn''t point out, he knew it in his heart, just let it go.


    There is only one important thing.


    That''s ink painting.


    No matter what cause and effect he has, he is now wearing the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, and he is a disciple of Taixu Sect.


    And from then on, they must be disciples of the Taixu Sect!


    Mr. Xun''s eyes flickered, and a sharp edge flashed out, and he called out, "Call Ziyou over."


    After a while, Xunziyou came to meet Mr. Xun.


    Mr. Xun ordered: "You are so happy to take care of this child in Mo Hua."


    Xun Ziyou was stunned, "This, haven''t you given instructions before..."


    "This time it''s different," Mr. Xun said lightly, "I told you before that you can break your arm, but he can''t lose a single hair. I''m urging you to do things well."


    "It''s different now. Now this sentence is the truth."


    Xunziyou: “…”


    He was stunned for a while, then frowned and said weakly: "Old ancestor, what is this child''s identity? It deserves your attention..."


    "Don''t worry," Mr. Xun looked at Xun Ziyou with a serious look and a low voice. "You only know that he is important to me, Taixu Sect, and may even be related to..."


    Mr. Xun paused for a moment before slowly saying:


    “…My Taixu Sect’s Taoist priest!”


    Xun Ziyou was stunned and his heart trembled.


    Taoism? !


    Xun Ziyou''s eyelids were pounding, and he was about to say, "Are you serious??" He was a mere foundation-building cultivator. No matter how good his talent or the special identity was, it would never be related to the Taoist dictum of the Taixu Sect.


    Taixu Gate is one of the eight major gates in Qianzhou, with a profound foundation and a long time.


    If we trace the root of the root, the three sects are still one of the few behemoths in Qianzhou before they were divided.


    What does this kind of Taoist priest have to do with a young monk?


    Xunziyou couldn''t understand it after thinking about it.


    But he knew that the ancestor was serious and never spoke lies.


    If he said it was related to Taoism, then there must be deep cause and effect in it.


    Xunzi looked serious and bowed: "Old ancestor, I remember it."


    Mr. Xun nodded slightly.


    "Just..." Xunzi thought for a while and said, "This child seems to have some rift with Duanjinmen. Do you want me to come forward..."


    "No need." Mr. Xun shook his head, "I asked you to take care of you, not to keep it blindly."


    "He can''t be injured, but apart from that, whether it''s Duanjin Gate or other sects, the matters between disciples will be solved by themselves, and there is no need to interfere too much."


    Xun Ziyou understood what the ancestor meant and asked again, "If the senior management of the Kinmen are broken..."


    Mr. Xun said, "Don''t be afraid, I will have everything."


    Xunziyou breathed a sigh of relief.


    When the ancestor spoke, he was more confident.


    "Go," Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Don''t be careless, if something really happens..."


    Mr. Xun thought about it and said something even more ruthlessly in order to urge him, "I will mark you from the genealogy..."


    Xunziyou''s scalp was numb and he was stupid.


    Can this joke be made casually? !


    "Old ancestor, you are serious..." Mr. Xun looked at him silently.


    Xunzi was tactful, with a bitter expression, and said:


    "yes."


    After leaving the elder''s residence, Xunziyou sighed deeply.


    He had a premonition that he, as a temporary "bodyguard", would probably be "reformed" and be a long-term bodyguard.


    I guess I haven''t had a rest from now on...


    …


    After the class in the afternoon, Mo Hua finished her meal with Yuer, she returned to her disciple''s residence.


    As soon as he entered the house, Mo Hua took out all the manuscripts given to him by Mr. Xun.


    Especially the manuscript about "incidental flow".


    Mo Hua carefully read the manuscript and looked a little lonely.


    This is indeed the master’s manuscript.


    Although it is a bit different, it is exactly the same as the experience of "array flow" taught by Master when he was in the Five Elements Sect of Lishancheng.


    Mr. Zhuang''s fairy-like and unrestrained expression, and his warm and gentle expression appeared in Mo Hua''s mind again.


    Mo Hua was stunned and sighed deeply after a long time.


    He read the manuscript again.


    This is the manuscript of the Discussion.


    The statement about "former flow" in it is more detailed, more detailed and profound than what the master told him at the beginning.


    I looked at the ink painting and found that I couldn’t quite understand it.


    Strictly speaking, he hasn''t learned how to flow.


    Although the Taoist tradition of the Five Elements Sect, the "source pattern" manifested by the Five Elements Array is in his hands, he actually doesn''t know what the "source pattern" like evil eyes is essentially...


    All cultivators who can summarize formation flow are formation masters who have cultivated certain types of formations to the point of perfection.


    So it is not surprising that I can’t understand this manuscript.


    "Stay here first, and wait until your formation is higher, and then study it carefully..."


    Mo Hua nodded slightly, and then put the manuscript of the river into the precious and important place in the ring.


    This is the master’s thing.


    Ink paintings are very cherished.


    And Mr. Xun…


    Mo Hua did not expect that Mr. Xun actually discussed the aisle with his master and talked about formations.


    Then after saying this, does Mr. Xun and Master have other connections?


    Mo Hua suddenly realized it when he moved his mind.


    The “incidental flow” is obviously not something I can learn now.


    Mr. Xun is now handing over the master''s manuscript to himself, and he pointed it out intentionally or unintentionally. It is a manuscript of "an old friend named Zhuang". Could it be that he is testing himself?


    "The old man guessed that the master is my master?"


    Mo Hua muttered in her heart.


    But it doesn''t seem to be anything...


    There seem to be many people who know about this.


    The uncle will not talk about the master, there are also the younger sister’s mother, her uncle, the senior Situ of Xuanji Valley, and the eternal monks who quickly glanced at during the change of Lishan City.


    They are all "great monks", with profound cultivation and busy affairs.


    I was an inconspicuous young monk, and it was probably not long after that, they forgot about it.


    Mr. Xun, since he was talking to his master, he must have no grudges and should not have any malice towards himself.


    At least the ink painting did not feel malice.


    Moreover, the old man also gave himself the master’s manuscript.


    I treat myself very well on weekdays and have the kindness of preaching and teaching.


    Mr. Xun is a great person!


    Mo Hua nodded.


    I am now concentrating on learning the formation. If I have the chance in the future, I will repay his kindness.


    A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water.


    This is what my mother told herself about being a human being.


    Mo Hua figured it out, looked through the formation book for a while, and learned the formation for a while. When it was midnight, his spiritual consciousness sank into the Taoist monument and continued to practice the formation.


    He needs to find a way to practice formations more and hone his spiritual consciousness.


    Now that I can’t go out, I can only rely on this stupid method to hone my spiritual consciousness.


    Strive to break through the law of heaven as soon as possible, so as to promote the spiritual consciousness to the eighteen lines, and learn more and more powerful formations.


    …


    It’s so safe and I learned the formation for a few days.


    He went to the Demon Refining Mountain several times, tried the effect of the Five Elements Source Armor several times, formulated several sets of demon hunting strategies, but he didn''t go there for the time being.


    But when he was having dinner in the kitchen hall that day, Cheng Mo suddenly walked over with a bruised and swollen face.


    Mo Hua was stunned, "Cheng Mo, you were slapped by the bear again?"


    "I''m not a fool, I''m fine if I''m slapped, but I can''t get photographed for the second time..." Cheng Mo murmured, and then looked a little angry, "It''s the gang of broken golden gate."


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed, "Broken Golden Gate?"


    "Yes." Cheng Mo sat down, learned to draw ink, chewed the chicken legs, and muttered, "Senior Brother, you haven''t entered the mountain these days, I don''t know, Duanjinmen has had a fight with us..."


    "Those little **** are asking us for trouble every few days."


    "They didn''t dare to fight us head-on. They squatted aside. When we killed the monster, they would come up to grab it."


    "We don''t kill monsters, they just stare at them like flies."


    Mo Hua frowned, "There are rules in the Demon Refining Mountain. They are so arrogant, don''t those elders care?"


    Cheng Mo said: "It''s useless, but it''s useless. Those **** from Duan Kinmen are often arguing and shameless."


    "I have to say anything, they killed the monsters, and we took the first move. They are innocent..."


    "The elders of Duanjin Gate are also very protective of their shortcomings."


    "If the disciples of Duan Kinmen take advantage of the situation, they will be with him, saying that they are all children, and fighting and making trouble is common, so there is no need to worry about it."


    "If the Duanjin Gate suffers a loss, they will accuse our Taixu Gate of being unfavorable for its management and lack of education for disciples, etc...."


    "We elders from the Taixu Sect were unscrupulous and were so angry that they were very angry."


    "After this, the disciples of the Kinmen still do their own things and do these despicable things..."


    Cheng Mo sighed, "So, rules are only useful for people with good looks. If someone is shameless, rules will be useless."


    Cheng Mo said this, and a sneer touched the wound on his face, grinning in pain.


    Fortunately, he is physically cultivated and has thick skin and flesh, so this injury is nothing.


    Cheng Mo gnawed the meat again and continued:


    "My injuries are just that this morning, I was hunting demons and was followed by the disciples of Duanjin Gate again. I really couldn''t stand it, so I **** them."


    "Don''t look miserable, they are even more miserable."


    “I broke my legs.”


    "But it''s probably useless, they dare to do it next time."


    Mo Hua frowned slightly and said to Cheng Mo: "Next time, I will go into the mountain to take a look."


    "No." Cheng Mo immediately refused, "You should focus on drawing the formation. You are the youngest brother. How can you use it to deal with these little miscellaneous things?


    Cheng Mo knew that Mo was busy drawing formations every day, so he didn''t think about disturbing him.


    Moreover, those who caused trouble in Kinmen are all disciples in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and they are from the same class as theirs.


    You don’t need to draw a horse with ink.


    Mo Hua thought about it and nodded, "Okay."


    He is indeed not available lately.


    Because he vaguely felt that in the sea of ??consciousness, the limitations of the laws of heaven seemed to be much loosened.


    Maybe it’s because I have a high level, it’s not too outrageous.


    Or maybe the laws of heaven are almost "full", and everything is gradually disappearing.


    In the ink painting, I always feel that maybe not long after, my spiritual sense will be able to be eighteen tattoos.


    The matter of refining the demon mountain was left to Cheng Mo and the others to deal with.


    Although Cheng Mo looked reckless, he was indeed reckless, but he still had his own scheming.


    What''s more, he has been with Mo Hua for so long, has rich experience, and has learned a lot of "insidious" methods.


    It is more than enough to deal with the arrogant and domineering disciples of the Duanjin Sect who only know how to bully the weak.


    So Cheng Mo led the team, the disciples of the Taixu Sect, and the disciples of the same class, fought openly and secretly in the Demon Refining Mountain.


    After a month of this, Cheng Mo came to see Mo Hua again, with a little depressed look.


    Not that I haven''t beaten.


    They fought, but it was useless.


    "The **** from Duanjin Gate are really like beasts. After entering the Demon Refining Mountain, they did nothing, just stared at our Taixu Sect and snatched our demon beasts."


    "I started fighting with us several times, but later I found out that we were wearing K-jin armor. They couldn''t beat them, so I simply stopped fighting."


    "Like flies, when we hunt monsters, they will harass them."


    "We fight back and they run away."


    Cheng Mo was so disgusted.


    "The ticket to the Demon Refining Mountain requires 100 merits. They would rather do nothing in a day than spend these hundred merits to harass us and do such a cheap thing that harms others and does not benefit us."


    "Although we are not afraid of them, we are harassed by them and cannot refine monsters and will not make any contributions, so we cannot be considered a winner..."


    Cheng Mo sighed, a little bored.


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deeper.


    This Broken Kinmen is really cheap.


    "It''s okay..." Mo Hua took a sip of fruit wine, pondered for a moment, and said calmly, "They are humble because they have not been completely beaten."


    "They slapped them a few times, hurting their muscles and bones. They knew that they would not be humble again..."


    The eyes of ink painting are slightly cold.


    ?Thank you for your rewards for cultivating immortals, Yangguang Beach, Dashang, and PYHuang~


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    (This chapter ends)