Chapter 373: First Grade

Mo Hua was awakened by the bell of Cangyun Sect.

He opened his eyes drowsily, and then realized that he was participating in the qualification assessment of a first-level formation master, and now there was only one cup of tea left before the assessment was over.

Mo Hua checked his answer sheet again and found that there were no problems, so he lay on the table again, waiting to hand in the answer sheet.

The tabletop is smooth, cool, and quite comfortable to lie on.

It's just that the examiner always stares at him, which makes Mo Hua feel uncomfortable.

But he is an examiner, so there seems to be no problem in doing so.

After a cup of tea, the bell rang again.

One after another, formation masters sealed the answer sheets and handed them over to the examiners.

Mo Hua also followed the example of Hu Lu Hua Lao, blending in with the crowd and handing his answer sheet to the examiner.

Mo Hua felt that he had kept a low profile, but there were still many formation masters looking at him along the way.

There was also the examiner, who had a serious look on his face. He didn't look at anyone else but just stared at him. He even hesitated to speak.

It made Mo Hua a little confused.

He didn't do anything...

Could it be because he fell asleep during the exam?

After handing in the paper, Mo Hua left Wenxian Hall and suddenly felt relaxed.

The test itself was not tiring, and he finished it quickly.

On the contrary, it was a bit tiring to be stared at by others.

Mo Hua has a strong sense of consciousness, and he can detect whenever someone looks at him.

When others look at him, his consciousness will move accordingly. Over time, he will still be very tired.

After the exam, Mo Hua will stay in Cangyun Sect for three days.

Within these three days, examiners from Tianshu Pavilion will review the answer sheets, review the formations, and finally assess the quota for first-grade formation masters.

When Mo Hua had nothing to do, he would practice formations by himself, or go shopping in Qingshan City with his father, Mo Shan. If he encountered interesting things, he would buy some and think about giving them back to his mother.

Two days later, the answer sheets have been reviewed.

In the closed hall, the answer sheets for the first rank were temporarily drawn up and put together.

There are several examination rooms for the final product assessment, and each examination room has an examiner. At this time, these examiners gathered together and began to discuss the final product:

"Zhao Cheng from Qingxuan City is one hundred and ninety-six years old and has an expert writing skills. In my opinion, he can be awarded a first-class title..."

"It's too old-fashioned and not enough to be flexible. I don't think it's particularly good..."

"Qingshan City, Yang Xu, eighty-six years old, has a profound knowledge of formations, and can be regarded as a young and promising person."

"The Yang family's background is indeed good, but at eighty-six years old, it's a bit young. The quota should be given to some veteran formation masters..."

"How many spots do we have left?"

"There are not many. Several big families have said hello and asked for a few quotas. There are also some sects that have reserved some quotas. There are still two quotas. It is the golden elixir monk who takes the spirit stone for the descendants. Donated..."

“After all the calculations, there are less than five left.

"Alas...it's so difficult." One examiner sighed.

"Otherwise, what should we do? The higher-ups have said hello. We can't afford to offend, and we have to do it..."

…

Several examiners were talking about it.

There was an examiner with a stereotyped face, but he looked at an answer sheet without saying a word, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Brother Zhao, what are you looking at?" an examiner asked curiously.

The examiner named Zhao came to his senses, spread out the answer sheet in his hand, and said slowly:

"Look at this formation..."

Everyone looked over one after another, and they were all a little surprised:

"Good writing skills!"

"The foundation is very profound!"

"It flows smoothly, all in one go, and it's a bit like a master's style..."

“Really good!”

…

After the praise, another examiner said doubtfully:

"Such a good formation, did we miss it?"

"Such an attainment in formations, isn't it within the ranks of the first-level people?"

A middle-aged examiner smiled bitterly upon hearing this and said:

"I picked it out..."

Others frowned and asked, "Why?"

The examiner pointed to the name column at the top of the answer sheet, "How old do you think this formation master is?"

The word "ink painting" is written on the curly eyebrows.

When everyone saw this, they looked at each other and guessed:

"You have such profound skills, why do you have to be one or two hundred years old?"

"I guess more than two hundred..."

"It's not impossible to be within a hundred years old. After all, there are so many geniuses among the formation masters..."

The middle-aged examiner said slowly: "Thirteen years old."

Everyone was stunned.

"How many?"

"Thirteen."

"What a joke."

"At the age of thirteen, how many formations can you draw and how many formation books have you read?"

"One hundred and thirty years old is almost..."

The examiner named Zhao sighed, "It's thirteen years old."

The room was quiet for a moment.

"Really thirteen?"

"impossible."

"Where's the liar?"

"Did he draw this himself? It couldn't have been written by someone else..."

"How can I write for someone who is proctoring the exam?"

"Who invigilated this exam?"

The examiner surnamed Zhao, who had a serious face and a stereotyped face, said calmly: "It's me."

Now everyone was speechless.

Someone asked: "Brother Zhao, did he really draw this formation himself?"

The examiner named Zhao smiled bitterly, "Yes.

He didn't want to believe it, but with the formation in front of him, he had to believe it.

Before, he just wanted to take out the scroll of ink painting to see what he had drawn blindly. If it was really nonsense, he would report it to Tianshu Pavilion and hold the local Daoting Secretary accountable.

He just didn't expect that this formation would make him ashamed...

Someone else asked the middle-aged examiner, "If this is the case, this child can draw so well, why did you exclude him alone?"

The middle-aged examiner said helplessly: "He's too young... We all have to think carefully about the formation masters who are under a hundred years old when they decide to have a rank. What's more, he is only thirteen..."

"If we really give him a chance, others will definitely say that we have a shady secret..."

An examiner nodded, "No need for others to tell me, I think there is something shady about it myself."

"It's a pity... This formation is so well drawn. Anyway, I feel sorry for myself..."

Everyone felt a little sorry.

The examiner named Zhao said solemnly: "Give him a grade."

Several other formation masters were startled.

The middle-aged examiners all frowned and said:

"If you give him a rank, he will definitely be questioned and criticized. If Tianshu Pavilion pursues it, we will be in trouble."

"And he is too young. There will be many opportunities in the future, so there is no need to rush now."

The examiner surnamed Zhao said: "If we don't give him a grade, we will be in even greater trouble."

The middle-aged examiner frowned: "Brother Zhao, what does this mean?"

The examiner surnamed Zhao said slowly: "As we all know, learning the formation method requires the guidance of a master. If an unknown master gives guidance, it will be difficult to move forward."

"He is thirteen years old. If he can have a good level, he must be taught by an expert."

"We don't know who this expert is, but his identity, background, and formation skills must be extremely profound, and we can't afford to offend him..."

"This is just one of them," the examiner named Zhao raised his index finger.

"Secondly," he then raised a second finger and sighed: "We can't afford to offend this child."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then gradually figured it out.

At the age of thirteen, he is already at the level of a first-grade formation, and his talent is astonishing.

Once he becomes a second-grade or above second-grade formation master in the future, who can bear to bear their vengeance, settle their old accounts, and hold them accountable?

"And a little more."

The examiner surnamed Zhao added, "This child's talent for formations is even more terrifying than you think now."

Everyone frowned in confusion.

The examiner named Zhao was silent for a long time and sighed bitterly:

"He spent most of the exam sleeping..."

All the examiners looked stunned.

"sleep?"

"How unreasonable is it that you are actually sleeping?"

Seeing that they didn't understand, the examiner surnamed Zhao said helplessly:

"This means that he finished all the first-grade formations used for the examination in a very short time, and then he was bored and slept until the end of the examination..."

The examiners thought about it carefully, and when they thought about it, they all felt suffocated and felt chilled in their hearts.

Who is this?

Is this something that humans can do?

Where did this little monster come from...

"So," the examiner surnamed Zhao looked around and said solemnly, "We must order a grade for him!"

The examiners looked at each other, and they were all stunned and speechless, with nothing to say.

Now that things have come to this, I have to give this first grade even if I don’t give it.

One examiner sighed and murmured:

"Thirteen years old, I'm afraid this is the youngest first-order formation master in the Black Mountain State in the past thousand years..."

…

The next day when the list was released, Mo Hua saw his name on the first-grade list.

Mo Hua felt happy.

"Tongxian City, Mo Hua, First Grade Formation Master."

There is only place of birth and name on the list, no other information.

Mo Hua didn't shout "I won!"

Therefore, the formation masters around him did not know that he had passed the qualification and became a first-grade formation master.

After the joy, Mo Hua felt surprised, but after thinking about it, he didn't feel surprised at all.

Surprisingly, there is really nothing shady about it.

Not surprisingly, the answer sheet was indeed too simple. Becoming a first-grade formation master was indeed not difficult for him now.

His father, Mo Shan, was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Although it has been known for a long time that Mo Hua has the ability of a first-class formation master, the significance of it being officially approved by the Taoist court is still different.

Mo Shan hosted a banquet for several of his fellow executives at the dining hall of Qingshan City, both as a thank you and as a celebration.

Several executive officers are proud of you.

This trip can also be said to be a fruitful return.

After eating, drinking, and having fun, he successfully ordered a product and became a first-level formation master.

Afterwards, go back to Cangyun Sect to clean up, and then you can go home.

Before leaving, Mo Hua unexpectedly met the examiner who was invigilating his exam.

Mo Hua stepped forward and bowed. Just when he didn't know what to call him, the examiner said:

"My surname is Zhao, and I am a scholar from Tianshu Pavilion."

Mo Hua didn't know what position Xuezheng held in Tianshu Pavilion, but he still said respectfully: "Master Xuezheng."

Zhao Xuezheng said: "I have a merciless request."

"Xue Zheng, please tell me."

"You come with me."

Zhao Xuezheng took the ink painting to an empty hall, laid out the array paper, took out the pen and ink, and said to the ink painting: "Can you please draw another molten fire array for me to see."

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Is this the follow-up assessment of a first-grade formation master?"

Zhao Xuezheng shook his head, "No, it's my personal request."

The ink painting felt relieved, nodded, then held the pen in his little hand and moved smoothly, and in a short while, he finished painting the molten fire array.

Despite the expectations in his heart, Zhao Xuezheng was still shocked.

That kid was really drawing formations that day...

It's just that his brushwork was too skillful and random, and he was too young, so it looked like a child scribbling.

Picking it up at your fingertips, this is the manifestation of the first-grade formation at its ultimate state.

How intelligent is this child, and how many times has he drawn formations...

Zhao Xuezheng's mood was ups and downs, and finally he could only sigh in his heart:

"There are always people who are better than you..."

Zhao Xuezheng's attitude suddenly became more serious, and with a hint of respect, he bowed and said:

"Thank you, my friend!"

Mo Hua didn't know what he was thanking her for, anyway, he habitually waved his hand and said: "Xuezheng, you are too polite."

Zhao Xuezheng nodded slightly, with admiration in his eyes, and then said:

"This is a farewell, and we will meet again if we are lucky!"

Mo Hua also bowed and said goodbye, and then followed his father Mo Shan, got on the carriage of Dao Tingsi, and left Cangyun Sect leisurely, embarking on the way home.

Zhao Xuezheng stood on the peak of Cangyun Sect, watching Mo Hua's carriage travel far away, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, a disciple of Tianshu Pavilion came over and asked Zhao Xuezheng to go to Wenxian Hall to discuss matters.

Zhao Xuezheng nodded, but did not move.

The disciple was somewhat puzzled. Following Xuezheng's gaze, he saw the carriage that was about to disappear in the green mountains. He asked in confusion:

"Xuezheng, is this little formation master surnamed Mo really that powerful?"

The disciple's surname was Zhao. He was from the same clan as Zhao Xuezheng and had some origins. Therefore, Zhao Xuezheng brought him out for this assessment to experience some experience.

Zhao Xuezheng nodded and said, "This is the most talented formation master I have ever seen."

The disciple was stunned and frowned, saying, "It is impossible to be better than the seventh young master of our Zhao family. His talent is not bad..."

The disciple was a little dissatisfied. "Although the seventh young master was determined to be the first-grade at the age of 20, if the ancestor had not let him settle down, he would have been able to participate in the assessment long ago. Not to mention thirteen, at least fifteen years old, he could have become a first-grade formation master."

"And our Zhao family has a long history of formation studies and a solid foundation. The seventh young master had to learn a lot since he was a child, which slowed down the progress of the assessment."

"In terms of talent and formation prospects, this little brother surnamed Mo may not be comparable to our seventh young master..."

"You don't understand." Zhao Xuezheng shook his head.

The disciple was puzzled, "What don't you understand?"

Zhao Xuezhen looked into the distance again, sighed, and said slowly:

"The Seventh Young Master was assigned to the first rank because he could be assigned to the first rank, and this child was assigned to the first rank because we can only be assigned to the first rank..."

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