Chapter 395 Formation

Bai Zisheng happily patrolled with Ling Nong every day, while Mo Hua sat on the ridge of the field, quietly drawing the earth-nurturing formation.

Bai Zixi is also helping Mo draw the formation.

Next to the ink painting, she squatted on her knees, holding the pen with her white palms, her posture was elegant, her expression was demure, and the patterns she drew were graceful and beautiful.

Mo Hua glanced secretly a few times and was shocked. He couldn't help but sigh:

"Sister, the formation you drew is so beautiful!"

"looks good?"

There was a trace of doubt in Bai Zixi's beautiful eyes.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zixi looked at the formation she drew, then at the one drawn by Mo, and said curiously:

"Isn't this almost the same?"

The same formation, the formation patterns are the same. At first glance, there is not much difference.

But Mo Hua shook his head, "It's different."

The formation he drew himself was so proficient that the layout was neat and the brushstrokes were calm.

However, the paintings by his junior sister looked delicate and elegant, and the brushwork and ink were thick and smooth.

Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zixi secretly again, thinking as the saying goes, if the words are like the person, could it be that the formation is also like the person?

People are good-looking, so the formations are also good-looking?

Seeing Mo Hua's eyes blinking, Bai Zixi didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked:

"what are you thinking?"

"nothing……"

Bai Zixi felt that Mo Hua was hiding something from her, so her eyes flashed but she said nothing.

Then she stared at the ink painting for a few seconds, and suddenly pointed at her fair cheek with her finger.

Mo Hua was stunned, wondering what she meant.

Bai Zixi said: "Your face is dirty."

"Dirty?" Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Is it stained with ink?"

He wiped it a few times himself, looked at his palms, and said doubtfully:

"It's not dirty..."

"Dirty." Bai Zixi said firmly.

"It's okay, I'll just wash it off later." Mo Hua said.

Bai Zixi shook her head, "I'm senior sister, I'll help you wipe it."

After speaking, she stretched out her little hand and wiped Mo Hua's cheek.

It’s just that the movements are like pinching, wiping, and kneading...

The fingers are cool and soft.

Bai Zixi finished rubbing Mo Hua's right cheek and started rubbing the left cheek again.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Is the left side of your face dirty too?"

"Dirty!" Bai Zixi nodded.

Mo Hua had no choice but to let her rub his face.

After a while, Bai Zixi finished rubbing it and nodded: "Wipe it clean!"

Mo Hua said suspiciously: "Really?"

Bai Zixi pursed her lips and said calmly:

"I'm a senior sister and I won't lie to you."

Mo Hua nodded, without doubting his presence, and began to draw the formation seriously.

But this time when he was drawing the formation, he always felt that the little senior sister was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally. Although her expression was normal, her eyes occasionally hid a full smile.

Mo Hua felt that he had seen it wrong.

The little senior sister usually looks calm and rarely shows emotions.

Mo Hua was confused again, but because he had to draw the formation and concentrate on it, he quickly put everything behind him.

It wasn't until I went back at night that Mo Hua realized something was wrong.

Because Mr. Zhuang couldn't help laughing when he saw him.

Bai Zisheng was even more exaggerated, holding his stomach and laughing non-stop, almost crying.

"What's wrong?" Mo Hua still didn't understand.

Bai Zisheng smiled and said intermittently:

"Haha, big... big painted face!"

Mo Hua found a mirror, took a look, and then was confused.

His face, the left side and the right side, was covered with ink, making him look like a tabby cat.

Mo Hua was stunned.

Who did it?

Who can conceal his own consciousness and paint his face under his nose?

Then he figured it out instantly and couldn't help but turn his head and look at Bai Zixi.

His little senior sister rubbed his face!

Bai Zixi pretended to be calm, but pursed her lips slightly, obviously holding back a smile.

Mo Hua was shocked.

He never expected that Bai Zixi would be such a young senior sister!

Bai Zixi is usually elegant and quiet with a calm expression, but she didn't expect that she would do such a little prank.

"Little senior sister!"

Mo Hua was a little angry, with two raised eyebrows and a big painted face, more like an angry cat.

Bai Zixi finally couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter.

This smile is like an epiphyllum blooming.

Even though her appearance has changed, she still has a refreshing beauty.

The smiling eyes are like hibiscus with morning dew, and like crystal clear glass, overflowing with light.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly surprised.

Mo Hua was a little stunned.

This was the first time he saw Bai Zixi smile like this.

Bai Zisheng was slightly startled, then felt sad. I felt some relief and a little bit of distress in my heart.

His sister hasn't smiled like this in a long time...

After some laughter, Bai Zixi washed Mo Hua's face with her own hands.

Mo Hua looked in the mirror, checked again and again, and then nodded.

Bai Zixi whispered: "I'm sorry..."

But there was still a full smile on her lips.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little helpless.

Bai Zixi kept laughing all day long. Whenever she saw the ink painting and thought of his cat-like painted face, she couldn't help but smile.

After another day, he got better and his expression returned to normal.

Although his eyebrows are still pale, they are much more cheerful than before, and his eyes are much softer.

Mo Hua also felt a little relieved for some reason.

…

The soil-cultivating array is simple, and the ink painting is very fast. With Bai Zixi's help, the soil-cultivating array in the spiritual field was completed in a few days.

The overall pattern of the spiritual field was also matched with the thick soil array after the spiritual farmers worked day and night.

After the soil-cultivating array was completed, the array pattern of the thick soil array was outlined.

The ink painting needs to connect all the ridges with spiritual ink to make the array pattern of the entire thick soil array effective.

The spiritual field of hundreds of hectares is connected to form a huge thick soil array.

The array pen needs a large hair and consumes a lot of spiritual ink, but the consumption of spiritual consciousness is actually not much different from that of a small thick soil array.

The spiritual consciousness consumption of the array is only related to the difficulty of the array itself, that is, the number of array patterns.

The size of the array itself has an impact on the consumption of spiritual consciousness, but the impact is not very large.

Therefore, in order to truly connect the array pattern with spiritual ink on the spiritual field and make the thick earth array effective, the greatest difficulty for Mo Hua is not the spiritual consciousness, but the physical strength and spiritual power.

The array requires a single thought, and the spiritual consciousness cannot be interrupted.

When connecting the thick earth array, Mo Hua must also walk through all the ridges on the spiritual field at once, injecting spiritual power into the spiritual ink while drawing the spiritual ink on the ridges, so that the array pattern can be completed in one go.

Mo Hua looked at the vast spiritual field in front of him and sighed.

This method is too stupid.

If he really wants to draw it like this, it is too embarrassing, and it is completely unworthy of the demeanor of a formation master.

But he has no other way.

With his cultivation in the Qi Refining Stage and his current ability, he can only use this stupid method to connect large single arrays.

"I wonder if there will be other means of drawing arrays after the Qi Refining Stage, which will be more convenient..."

Mo Hua thought and sighed again.

After that, Mo Hua carefully concentrated his mind and began to draw the thick earth array in the spiritual field according to the plan.

He held a large brush, dipped it in spiritual ink, and followed the ridge of the field, following the array pattern of the thick earth array in the sea of ​​consciousness, and began to connect the entire spiritual field.

This process is relatively long, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise it will be time-consuming and laborious.

Fortunately, Mo Hua had practiced it beforehand.

He also tried to walk the route many times.

He also considered the possible problems in advance and thought about how to solve them.

So the overall process was relatively smooth.

Bai Zisheng, Bai Zixi, Miao'er and all the other spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village gathered at the edge of the field, watching Mo Hua draw the array.

Mo Hua walked from morning to night, and from night to morning without stopping.

As he walked, a long, winding, and clear ink mark with mysterious meaning was left on the ridge of the field.

In the ink mark, there was spiritual power flowing.

Mo Hua walked along the ridges one by one, leaving a brush array pattern.

As he walked on more ridges, he saw more array patterns, and more spiritual fields connected...

When the ink painting was finally finished, his strength and spiritual power were almost exhausted, and he sat on the edge of the field like a dehydrated fish, gasping for breath.

At the same time, a flash of light appeared in the spiritual field.

A strong vitality spread out.

The entire spiritual field was like a whole, echoing each other through the array patterns.

From the spiritual field, a continuous breath of the earth emerged, warming the land and nourishing the rice seedlings.

All the spiritual rice in the field seemed to be nourished by the breath of the earth, and it grew a little stronger, and the color was as green as emerald.

...

All the spiritual farmers around the field were shocked and speechless.

They knew that this array was not simple, but they didn't expect it to be so mysterious.

Is this what the ancestors of the Sun family did back then...

The elders of Dongshan Village, feeling the breath of the spiritual field and looking at the rice seedlings in the field, could not help but be absent-minded for a while, and then burst into tears with excitement.

Such a fertile spiritual field, as long as it can be preserved, is enough for their descendants to no longer have to endure hunger...

And the Sun family at this time.

The head of the Sun family, who was flipping through the formation book, also felt a strong vitality. He suddenly stood up and looked at the spiritual field in the distance, his eyes full of shock.

"Is this... a formation?"

"Impossible..."