Chapter 1 Ink Painting

It is the tenth day of the ninth month in the 20,22nd year of the Tao calendar.

Tongxian City, the mountain outside Tongxian Gate.

Ten-year-old Mo Hua, wearing a simple Taoist robe as an outer disciple, squatted boredly behind a huge rock at the foot of the mountain, holding a grass root in his hand and immersed himself in drawing complex patterns on the ground.

At Mao Shi, the disciples of the sect went up the mountain one after another, chatting and laughing together in twos and twos.

A little fat man with a chubby face and small eyes, dressed in the outer sect's standard robe and famous jade ornaments, accompanied by two or three followers, found an ink painting on the back of a stone, which he was happily drawing.

The little fat man looked left and right and found that there was no trace of the sect's teacher, so he shrank his head and shouted:

"Ink painting!"

Mo Hua raised his head, revealing his handsome and picturesque face, his eyes as clear as if he were holding a pool of clear water.

The little fat man whispered: "Is it done?"

The ten-year-old ink-painting little adult patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll do the work." After saying that, he took out a few formations from the storage bag behind him, with white paper and red ink, and handed them to the little fat man.

"See if there's anything wrong."

The little fat man took it solemnly, opened the copy, took a serious look at it, and then said with a grimace:

"I can't understand..."

Mo Hua patiently explained:

"The homework assigned by the teacher is the basic pattern of the Five Elements Formation. I drew it for you, and I made six mistakes on purpose, just in case the teacher could see that these patterns were not drawn by you yourself..."

"Sixth Bureau...didn't I make too many mistakes..."

Mo Hua looked at him silently.

The little fat man immediately realized his mistake and reflected:

"You can't be too greedy. It's good if I can hand in the homework assigned by the teacher. If I do it too well, it will arouse people's suspicion. Once the teacher finds out and let my father know, he will definitely beat me hard. The gain is not worth the loss, and the gain is not worth the loss..."

Mo Hua nodded and said: "As expected of Master An, he figured it out so quickly!"

The little fat man put two spirit stones into Mo Hua's hand, "Brother Mo, you still have a good eye and know that I am smart! I'll give you the spirit stones. I'll come back to you next time to teach you how to arrange the formations!"

After saying that, he put the formation in his arms and ran up the mountain.

Mo Hua carefully put away the two spiritual stones, picked up another grass root, and continued to draw on the ground.

A moment later, a thin young man with a mean face and more jade pendants appeared, shaking a gold paper fan.

Mo Hua also gave him a formation diagram. The thin young man glanced at the formation diagram and gave his servant a wink. The servant stepped forward to take it and handed Mo Hua two spiritual stones.

The thin young master took the formation map, but he still didn't leave. He suddenly gathered the paper fan and said arrogantly: "I am also very good at formations, but I don't have time to make these basic formations, so I asked you to write them for me."

Mo Hua was too lazy to pay attention to him, picked up a grass root and put it on the ground and continued to draw.

The thin young man was a little annoyed, and sneered: "It is said that among the monks in the early stage of Qi refining in Tongxian Sect, you are the best at drawing formations. I wonder how you compare with this young master. Let's try it out when we have time?"

Mo Hua thought to himself that you asked me to help you with your formation homework. What do you think your level is?

However, adhering to the principle of harmony and wealth, Mo Hua still raised his head, picked out nice words and praised:

"Of course Young Master's formation attainments are much higher. The Qian family is the largest family in Tongxian City, and the inheritance of formations cannot be matched by other monks."

The thin young man's expression turned slightly bright, and he asked again: "Then tell me, among the monks in the early stage of Qi refining in Tongxian Sect, is there anyone whose formation skills can match mine?"

"Yes, there is..."

The thin young man was displeased, "Who are they?"

"For example, I..." Of course Mo Hua would not say such words stupidly.

"There are quite a few, I can't even count them all at once."

The thin young man was obviously angry.

"This is a good thing!" Mo Hua opened his eyes and said nonsense.

The thin young man sneered: "My family background is not better than mine, I don't have many spiritual stones, but my formation skills are higher than mine. There are many such people. Do you want to say that my talent is stupid and I can't compare with others? What's so good about this?" "

Mo Hua said: "No matter how talented the monks in Tongxian City are and how well they learn, in the end they will still have to enter the Wanbao Tower of the Qian family to refine weapons, alchemy and draw formations for your Qian family..."

"Think about it, you are just cultivating qi, and you have foundation-building monks working for you. You are just a first-level formation master, and you have a second-level formation master at your command. How majestic it is! The stronger the ability of the monks under you, the more powerful you will be. The more capable you are!”

The thin young man was stunned, and then suddenly realized, "It seems to make sense!"

"Understand."

The thin young man nodded and looked at the monk Yunyun at the foot of the mountain, raising his neck even higher:

"That's right! That's right! No matter how talented you are and how hard you work hard in practice, won't you still have to work hard for my Qian family in the end?"

Mr. Qian, who had a mean look on his face, walked away with his head held high after speaking.

After fooling Mr. Qian away, Mo Hua continued to practice formations with grass roots on the ground.

After a while, several wealthy monks came over, paid with one hand and delivered the goods with the other hand, and bought several formations from Mo Hua with spirit stones. By the time Mo Hua's handwritten formations were traded, he already had twelve spirit stones in his hand.

Twelve spiritual stones are quite a lot for casual cultivators, but they are still far from enough for cultivators.

Mo Hua sighed, with a hint of helplessness on his young face.

The low-level monks have no hope of cultivating the Tao...

In the first year of the Dao calendar, more than 20,000 years ago, the Taoist court, the largest force in the monastic world, unified the nine states of monasticism, canonized aristocratic families and sects, established a unified rank system, and standardized the levels of monasticism.

The Taoist court also promulgated the "Dao Law" to restrict the monks, so that the monks were not allowed to kill indiscriminately, loot, or harvest.

The cultivation world has developed with this, and has been peaceful for more than 20,000 years. It is extremely prosperous, with a vast territory and countless cultivators.

However, the Dao Court is prosperous, the aristocratic families are well-off, and the sects are dominant.

Only the lower-level casual cultivators have no one to rely on, live in poverty, and have no hope of practicing Taoism.

The cultivation world has flourished for more than 20,000 years, and mortals without spiritual roots have gradually been eliminated naturally. The remaining ones are all cultivators with spiritual roots who can practice Taoism. But the more cultivators there are, the more spiritual energy is consumed, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is exhausted.

Nowadays, if cultivators want to practice Taoism, they need both inheritance and spiritual stones.

However, the big families occupy the spiritual mines, the lower-level casual cultivators are short of spiritual stones, and the big sects monopolize the inheritance, so ordinary casual cultivators have no way to practice Taoism.

In Tongxian City, most casual cultivators have neither inheritance nor spiritual stones. They can only be cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm throughout their lives.

The Qi Refining Realm is just a humble ant under the vast heavenly way.

And Mo Hua is one of these hundreds of millions of ants.

And it is very likely that he will be one for his whole life!

Mo Hua's young face was slightly bitter.

The way of heaven may be equal, but the way of cultivation is definitely not equal...

Mo Hua is a second-level Qi Refining casual cultivator, born in a Qi Refining casual cultivator family, and his parents are both in the Qi Refining realm.

His father Mo Shan makes a living by hunting monsters, and he has to fight monsters all day long, and his body is covered with scars. His mother helps in the kitchen in the dining hall, and the fire from the stove invades her body, and she often has lung pain and dry coughs.

And his parents save money and save all the spiritual stones, just to allow Mo Hua to enter the outer gate of Tongxianmen for cultivation.

But no matter how much Mo Hua cultivates, his lower-middle-grade spiritual roots, although slightly better than ordinary people, are destined to be just a member of ordinary qualifications in the world of geniuses.

No matter how much he cultivates, he may just be a cultivator in the Qi Refining realm.

With a difficult family background and no spiritual stones, Mo Hua could only leave the sect like other disciples after reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining, and then find a way to learn a craft to make a living.

But Mo Hua was born weak!

The skills of refining equipment and hunting monsters that Qi Refining cultivators rely on for a living generally require strong physical cultivators. Mo Hua, who is born weak, may not even be able to find a job to make a living.

If he marries and has children in the future, the burden will increase, and all the spiritual stones will be used to support the family.

Without spiritual stones, Mo Hua's cultivation will stagnate forever, and he will be just a Qi Refining cultivator for his whole life.

Just like all the poor casual cultivators in Tongxian City.

Just like the hundreds of millions of low-level cultivators in this cultivation world.

Just a Qi Refiner for his whole life!

The ten-year-old Mo Hua sighed, put his mind in order, and went to the sect to attend classes. After practicing for a day, Mo Hua returned to the disciple residence, read some cultivation books, and lay down on the bed at midnight.

When Mo Hua closed his eyes, a broken stele appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

There were no words on the broken stele, but it seemed that from the first time Mo Hua saw it, he knew the name of the stele:

The Taoist stele!

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