Chapter 734 Array Manuscript
The next day, Mo Hua finished his class in the preaching room and was packing up his jade slips and books to return to his disciples' residence. When he looked up, he saw a Taoist boy waving to him at the door.
"Mo Hua, Mr. Xun asked you to come over."
Mo Hua was slightly startled, then nodded, "Okay."
Walking on the long steps of Taixu Mountain, Mo Hua always had a bad premonition, so he asked Tong in a low voice: "What happened this time?"
The Taoist boy shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."
"Is Mr. Xun angry this time?"
"Angry..." Tao Tong frowned and shook his head, "But it doesn't look like that. His expression is very serious. It looks like something big has happened. Elder Xun is trembling."
"Elder Xun?"
"Elder Xun Ziyou is the great-great-grandson of our ancestor and serves as an elder in the inner sect."
Mo Hua nodded slightly and remembered the name.
The Taoist boy glanced at Mo Hua worriedly, "Anyway, be careful and don't make the ancestor angry."
Mo Hua was a little confused, "I didn't do anything. If the old gentleman is angry, does it have anything to do with me?"
"Who knows..." Tao Tong was walking in front and suddenly turned his head and whispered: "Mo Hua, the little tiger you gave me, I broke it again..."
"What did you do?" Mo Hua looked at him silently.
The Taoist boy was a little embarrassed and murmured: "I played a puppet battle with Qingfeng Mingyue and the others. The tiger won, but it was broken..."
Mo Hua sighed.
The Taoist boy felt guilty.
Mo Hua then said: "Then I'll make another one for you when you have time. If you want to fight beasts, I'll make you a more fierce one, but you have to provide the puppet materials yourself, and I'll draw the formations..."
The Taoist boy's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "I got some good gold and jade, and I will make them into puppets when I have time. I will use them to draw formations for you."
Mo Hua nodded, "Okay."
The Taoist boy looked happy and said, "Mo Hua, you are so kind. If anything happens next time, I will let you know."
As they talked, the two arrived at the elder's residence.
The Taoist boy immediately suppressed the smile on his face, respectfully led Mo Hua to Mr. Xun, bowed, and then retreated.
Mo Hua secretly looked at Mr. Xun and found that although Mr. Xun's expression was complicated, he was not too angry, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hello, old sir." Mo Hua saluted.
Mr. Xun nodded slightly and said:
"I didn't call you here for anything else. I just suddenly remembered that I still have some formation experience collected in my hand. It may be helpful to you in learning the formation. You can take it and take a look..."
Mo Hua was very surprised. He thought that Mr. Xun found out that he had done "bad things" again and wanted to criticize him.
Unexpectedly, it was a good thing.
Mo Hua looked delighted and said, "Thank you, old gentleman!"
Mr. Xun took out some dark jade slips and old manuscripts and handed them to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took it respectfully and turned it over.
As expected, the jade slips and manuscripts all contain some insights into the formation, some involving the formation eye, some involving the formation hub, and some demonstrating variations of the formation pattern.
Mo Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye and was suddenly startled.
He saw two unexpected words:
Array!
Mo Hua's heart trembled, and he quickly picked up the manuscript. With a quick glance, he saw that the manuscript contained some insights and understandings of "formation flow":
"The formation flow is the formation method of the heavens. Origin and flow, thousands of formations unified, one connection to all."
"Those who have mastered the formations have fully understood the formations of all heavens and can return to their origins and summarize the origins of the formations."
"And those who understand the formation flow can also transform one into ten thousand, outline the contract, and control ten thousand formations..."
…
Mo Hua was shocked.
These words... are very familiar, and this is not the first time he has heard them...
Mo Hua glanced at Old Mr.
Mr. Xun said: "This belongs to an old friend."
"Old friend?"
"Yes." Mr. Xun nodded slightly, his eyes were filled with sadness, "Back then, this old friend came to my Taixu Gate as a guest, and he sat down with me to discuss Taoism and exchange formations. This manuscript is the record of the exchanges with him about formations. Some of my thoughts and insights..."
"This old friend..." Mr. Xun looked calm, his eyes were slightly solemn, and he said slowly: "My surname is Zhuang."
village……
Mo Hua suddenly lost his concentration and froze on the spot, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"Master..."
Mr. Xun saw Mo Hua's expression in his eyes, and saw that he was stunned at first, and then heartbroken. There was a kind feeling of admiration in his eyes, which finally turned into deep loss.
Mr. Xun also sighed slightly.
He is undoubtedly that man's disciple...
The sadness and loss in Mo Hua's eyes only lasted for a moment, and then they all sank into the bottom of his eyes, turning into deep pools that were difficult to detect.
Mo Hua's expression remained as usual, and he said in an admiring tone:
"Old sir, this old friend of yours must be a senior with excellent formation skills."
Mr. Xun nodded and sighed: "Yes."
"This senior..." Mo Hua paused slightly, then asked, "Where is he now?"
Old Mr.
Mo Hua lowered his head and remained silent.
Mr. Xun looked at it, feeling a little distressed for no reason.
He silently looked at the ink painting in front of him.
It has been three years since I started, and Mo Hua has grown taller now, but his temperament has not changed much.
At first, he only thought that the child was innocent and cute, he was serious and hard-working in learning formations, and he had a high level of understanding, so he liked him.
Later I found out that his spiritual talent was incredible, and he treated him like a treasure.
But now, knowing that Mo Hua was that man's disciple, Mr. Xun was shocked and his mood became much more complicated.
That man possesses the unique skill of calculating heavenly secrets. Every move he makes has far-reaching plans and contains unpredictable heavenly secrets.
Now that man's heavenly secret has been cut off, and he has appeared in the Guixu Celestial Burial, but he secretly left behind an unknown young disciple who, by chance, joined the Taixu Sect...
Does this also contain some deep meaning?
Mr. Xun was full of thoughts.
After a while, Mo Hua raised his head, his eyes full of expectation, and asked in a low voice: "Old sir, this manuscript..."
"Just keep it." Mr. Xun said gently, "It's just for you. Just keep it and take a closer look."
Mo Hua held the manuscript tightly and said gratefully: "Thank you, old sir!"
Mr. Xun smiled slightly, patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go back, we have class in the afternoon."
"Um."
Mo Hua nodded, bowed respectfully to Mr. Xun, then said goodbye and left, but his back looked a little lonely.
Mr. Xun sighed.
This thin and thin body may carry a terrifying and huge cause and effect...
There were some things that he didn't point out clearly, but he knew it well and just let it take its course.
There is only one important thing.
That is ink painting.
No matter what cause and effect happened to him, he is now wearing the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, that is, he is a disciple of Taixu Sect.
And from now on, everyone must be a disciple of Taixu Sect!
Mr.
After a while, Xun Ziyou came to see Mr. Xun.
Mr. Xun said: "Please take good care of this child Mo Hua."
Xun Ziyou was startled, "Didn't you give this order before..."
"This time is different," Mr. Xun said calmly, "I told you before that it was okay for you to break your arm but not for him to lose a hair. I was urging you to do your job well."
"It's different now. Now this sentence is the truth."
Xun Ziyou: "..."
He was stunned for a long time, then frowned and said weakly: "Ancestor, what is this child's identity? Is he worthy of your attention..."
"Don't worry about it," Mr. Xun looked at Xun Ziyou with serious eyes and a low voice, "You only know that he is important to my Taixu Sect, and may even be related to..."
Mr. Xun paused for a moment, then slowly said:
"...the orthodoxy of my Taixu Sect!"
Xun Ziyou was suddenly startled, and his heart trembled.
Orthodoxy? !
Xun Ziyou's eyelids twitched, and he was about to say, "Are you exaggerating?" He was just a young foundation-building monk. No matter how talented he was and how special his status was, he could never be related to the Taixu Sect's orthodoxy.
Taixu Gate is one of the eight gates of Qianzhou, with profound heritage and long history.
If we trace back to the origin, before the three sects were divided, they were one of the few behemoths in Qianzhou.
What does this kind of orthodoxy have to do with a little monk?
Xunzi was puzzled for a long time.
But he knew that the ancestor was a serious man and never told lies.
If he said it was related to Taoism, then there must be deep cause and effect.
Xun Ziyou looked serious and saluted: "Old Ancestor, I remember it."
Mr. Xun nodded slightly.
"It's just..." Xun Ziyou thought for a while and then said, "This child seems to have some quarrel with Duanjinmen. Do you want me to come forward..."
"No need." Mr. Xun shook his head, "I asked you to take care of me, not just to protect me."
"We can't let him get hurt, but other than that, whether it's Broken Golden Sect or other sects, the matters between the disciples should be settled by themselves, and they don't have to interfere too much."
Xun Ziyou understood what the ancestor meant and asked again, "Then if we cut off the top brass of Kinmen..."
Mr. Xun said: "Don't be afraid, I have everything."
Xun Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief.
The ancestor spoke, and he became more confident.
"Go ahead," Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Don't be careless. If something happens..."
Mr. Xun thought for a while, and in order to urge him, he said more harshly, "I will delete you from the family tree..."
Xun Ziyou's scalp was numb and he was dumbfounded.
Can this joke be made casually? !
"Ancestor, are you serious..." Mr. Xun looked at him silently.
Xunzi was very knowledgeable, with a bitter look on his face, and said as if he was resigned to his fate:
"yes."
After leaving the Elder's Residence, Xun Ziyou let out a long sigh.
He had a hunch that he, the temporary "bodyguard", would become a "permanent" bodyguard and become a long-term bodyguard.
It is estimated that there will be no rest days in the future...
…
After Mo Hua finished his class in the afternoon, he and Yu'er had dinner together, and then returned to the disciple's residence.
As soon as he entered the room, Mo Hua took out all the manuscripts Mr. Xun gave him.
Especially the manuscript about "Array".
Mo Hua read the manuscript carefully and looked a little lonely.
This is indeed Master's manuscript.
Although there are some discrepancies, the master's experience of the "formation flow" taught by him when he was at the Five Elements Sect in Lishan City was exactly the same.
Mr. Zhuang's celestial demeanor, free and uninhibited, and gentle and watery expression came to mind again in Mo Hua.
Mo Hua was in a daze, and after a long time, he sighed deeply.
He read the manuscript again.
This is a treatise manuscript.
The description of "formation flow" in it is more detailed, much more detailed and profound than what the master told him at the beginning.
Mo Hua looked at it and found that he couldn't understand it well.
Strictly speaking, he hasn't learned rays yet.
Although the Taoism of the Five Elements Sect and the "Origin Pattern" manifested by the Five Elements Array were in his hand, he actually didn't know that the "Origin Pattern" that looked like evil eyes was, in essence, What on earth is it...
And the monks who can summarize the formations are all formation masters who have mastered certain types of formations to great perfection.
Therefore, it is not surprising that I cannot understand this ray manuscript.
"Keep it for now. Later, when your attainments in formations are higher, you can study them carefully..."
Mo Hua nodded slightly, and then put the Zhenliu manuscript into the Nazi Ring in a precious and important way.
This is Master's thing.
I treasure the ink paintings very much.
And Mr. Xun...
Mo Hua did not expect that Mr. Xun actually discussed the path and formation with his master.
That being said, does Mr. Xun and Master have some other connection?
Mo Hua's mind moved and he suddenly realized it.
Things like "array flow" are obviously not something that I can learn now.
Mr. Xun now handed over Master's array manuscript to himself, and pointed out intentionally or unintentionally that it was the manuscript of "an old friend named Zhuang". Could it be that he was testing himself?
"Old sir, has he guessed that the master is my master?"
Mo Hua muttered in his heart.
However, this seems to be nothing...
There seem to be quite a few people who know about this.
Not to mention the uncle, there are also the younger senior sister's mother, who is also his uncle, senior Situ from Xuanji Valley, and those fledgling monks who took a quick look during the Lishan City incident.
They are all "big monks" with advanced cultivation and busy affairs.
He was an inconspicuous little monk, and it was probably not long before he was forgotten by them.
Mr. Xun, since he was discussing Taoism with his master, he must have no grudges and no ill will toward himself.
At least Mo Hua didn't feel any malice.
Moreover, the old gentleman also gave himself the master's manuscript.
He is also very kind to himself on weekdays, and he is even more generous in preaching and teaching.
Mr. Xun is a good man!
Mo Hua nodded.
I am now concentrating on learning the formation. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will repay his kindness to the old man.
returning a Favour many times more.
This is what my mother told me about life.
Mo Hua figured it out, read the formation book for a while, and learned the formations for a while. When he got up, his consciousness sank into the Taoist monument again, and he continued to practice the formations.
He needs to find a way to practice more formations 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 blockade of the laws of heaven as soon as possible, upgrade your spiritual consciousness to the eighteen lines, and learn more and more powerful formations.
…
It was so safe and sound, and I learned the formation for a few days.
He went to the Demon Refining Mountain a few times, tried out the effects of the Five Elements Source Armor several times, and formulated several strategies for hunting monsters, but he stopped going there for the time being.
But that day while eating in the dining hall, Cheng Mo suddenly walked over with a bruised nose and face.
Mo Hua was stunned, "Cheng Mo, were you slapped by a bear again?"
"I'm not an idiot. It's okay to be slapped once. How can I be slapped a second time..." Cheng Mo muttered, and then his expression became a little sullen, "It's those idiots who broke the Golden Gate."
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "Broken the Golden Gate?"
"Yes." Cheng Mo sat down, also learned to paint with ink, took a bite of chicken drumstick, and muttered, "Senior brother, you haven't been in the mountains these days. I don't know, Duanjinmen is doing it with us..."
"Those little bastards are always causing trouble for us."
"They didn't dare to fight us head-on. They squatted on the side and waited for us to kill the monsters. Then they swarmed up to grab us."
"If we don't kill the monsters, they will just stare at us like flies."
Mo Hua frowned, "There are rules in Demon Refining Mountain, right? They are so arrogant, don't those elders care?"
Cheng Mo said: "I'd like to care, but it's useless. Those bastards in Duanjinmen are always arguing and are shameless."
"No need to say anything, they were the ones who killed the monsters, we were the ones who made the move first, they are innocent..."
"The elders of Duanjin Gate are also protective of their shortcomings."
"If the disciples of Duanjinmen take advantage, they will just tell Xini that they are just children, and it is normal for them to fight and fight. There is no need to worry about it."
"If Duanjinmen suffers a loss, they will accuse our Taixumen of poor management, lack of discipline among the disciples, etc..."
"We, the elders of Taixu Sect, are very rude and very angry with them."
"After all this nonsense, the disciples of Duanjinmen still go their own way and do these despicable things..."
Cheng Mo sighed, "So, rules are only useful to those who have a face. If someone is shameless, the rules are useless."
When Cheng Mo said this, he sneered, but it affected the wound on his face and he grinned in pain.
But fortunately, he was a physical practitioner, with rough skin and thick flesh, so this injury was nothing.
Cheng Mo took another bite of meat and continued: "My injury is that I was hunting demons this morning and was being watched by the Duanjinmen disciples. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I had a fight with them."
"Even though I look miserable, they are even worse."
"I broke several people's legs."
"But it probably won't work. They'll dare to do it next time."
Mo Hua frowned slightly and said to Cheng Mo: "Next time during the holidays, I will go to the mountain to have a look."
"No." Cheng Mo immediately refused, "You should concentrate on drawing the formation. You are my junior brother. There is no need to deal with these little bastards in person."
Cheng Mo knew that Mo Hua was quite busy during these days, drawing formations every day, so he didn't want to disturb him.
Moreover, those who caused trouble in Golden Gate were all disciples in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, from the same class as our own.
There is no need to draw a horse with ink.
Mo Hua thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."
He really hasn't been free recently.
Because he faintly felt that in the sea of consciousness, the restrictions of the laws of heaven seemed to be loosened a lot.
Maybe it’s because I’m at a high level and it’s not too outrageous.
Or maybe the laws of heaven are almost "full" and everything is gradually disappearing.
Mo Hua always feels that maybe before long, his spiritual consciousness will be able to achieve the eighteen lines.
The matter of the Demon Refining Mountain was left to Cheng Mo and the others.
Although Cheng Mo looked reckless and was indeed reckless, he still had some tricks up his sleeve.
What's more, he has been with Mo Hua for so long and has rich experience. He has also learned a lot of "insidious" methods.
It is more than enough to deal with the arrogant and domineering Duanjinmen disciples who only know how to bully the weak.
So Cheng Mo led the team, Taixu Sect disciples, and the Duanjin Sect disciples of the same class started fighting openly and secretly in the Demon Refining Mountain.
A month later, Cheng Mo came to see Mo Hua again, looking a little depressed.
It’s not that I haven’t fought before.
They fought, but to no avail.
"Those bastards from Duanjinmen are really like beasts. They entered the Demon Refining Mountain and did nothing but stare at our Taixu Sect and steal our monsters."
"At first they fought us head-on a few times, but later they found out that we were wearing Kejin armor and they couldn't beat us, so they simply stopped fighting."
"Just like flies, when we hunt monsters, they harass us."
"We fight back and they run away."
Cheng Mo was disgusted.
"The ticket to the Demon Refining Mountain requires one hundred merit points. They would rather do nothing all day, but spend the one hundred merit points to harass us and do such a despicable thing that is harmful to others."
"Although we are not afraid of them, if we are harassed by them, we will not be able to refine the demon, and we will not be able to earn merit, so we cannot be considered a winner..."
Cheng Mo sighed, a little annoyed.
Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.
This Broken Golden Gate is really cheap.
"It's okay..." Mo Hua took a sip of fruit wine, pondered for a moment, and said calmly, "They are being mean because they haven't been completely beaten yet."
"Slap them hard enough to hurt their muscles and bones. They will know it hurts and they won't do bad things again..."
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.
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