Chapter 67 Collection

Since he got the "Thousand Formation Collection", Mo Hua has been flipping through it. When he comes across an array formation that interests him, he goes to Mr. Zhuang's library and writes down the doubts bit by bit.

In the morning or evening, he goes to ask Mr. Zhuang for advice.

It is not easy for a casual cultivator to get an array diagram. When copying array diagrams for Manager Mo, except for the basic ones such as the bright fire array, other slightly more difficult array diagrams have to pay extra spirit stones.

But Mo Hua now has nearly a thousand array diagrams. If he learns all these thousand arrays, becoming a first-class array master is not a problem at all. Just thinking about it, Mo Hua is very excited.

Mo Hua studies array formations day and night, like a little mouse that falls into a rice warehouse, wishing to stuff all the rice in the warehouse into his stomach.

During the day, he reads array books, draws array formations, and asks Mr. Zhuang questions. At night, he practices repeatedly on the broken monument in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua learned the "Tian Yan Jue". According to what Mr. Zhuang said, it is more valuable to learn a variety of formations than to specialize in them. So he did not seek to understand them in detail. As long as he could draw the formations, he would be fine. He even forgot the names of some formations as soon as he learned to draw them.

For several months, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness has been in a state of filling up and then drying up, and then continuing to recover to filling up and then using up.

Mo Hua's cultivation has not improved, but his spiritual consciousness has become deeper. His theoretical knowledge of formations has not increased, but he is more relaxed when learning and drawing formations. The formation patterns that he used to think were obscure and complicated now look natural and friendly.

"What are you reading?"

One day, Mo Hua was reading a book, and Bai Zisheng came over and asked again.

Mo Hua has been concentrating on learning formations these days, and has not paid much attention to Bai Zisheng. Aunt Xue seems to think that Bai Zisheng is a little absent-minded, and has become more strict with Bai Zisheng. In addition to cultivation, he has been fully arranged for various homework such as formations, alchemy, and refining.

Although Mr. Zhuang is the teacher of the Bai family brothers and sisters, he has always been free to them. The purpose of the Bai family brothers and sisters does not seem to be to let Mr. Zhuang guide their cultivation. In order not to arouse Mr. Zhuang's disgust, except for regular greetings and teachings, they don't often disturb Mr. Zhuang.

Therefore, the cultivation of the Bai family brothers and sisters is still arranged by Aunt Xue, adhering to the training method of the Bai family's direct disciples.

It's okay in the family. Bai Zisheng doesn't want to pay attention to the clan members, so he can calm down when he studies and practices behind closed doors. Now that he is outside, he sees new and interesting things, and there is Mo Hua to talk to, so he feels that such practice is a bit boring.

Mo Hua's eyes are focused on reading the book, just lifting the cover of the book so that Bai Zisheng can see it.

Bai Zisheng tilted his head and read word by word, "Thousands of formations... collection... record..."

"What's so good about this?"

Mo Hua asked, "Do you have it too?"

Bai Zisheng shook his head, "It's in the Bai family's library. It compiles some of the formations collected by the family into a book for the disciples of the family to study and consult. It can not only broaden the horizons of formations, but also facilitate search when they need to learn a certain type of formation. This kind of collection will have a copy of the disciples who study formations. It's not too rare."

Disciples of aristocratic families have a copy, which is not rare...

Mo Hua, who was born as a casual cultivator, didn't intend to pay attention to such a person who was talking without any pain in his waist. He just said "Oh" perfunctorily.

Seeing that Mo Hua ignored him, Bai Zisheng scratched his head and said, "How about you lend it to me?"

"Didn't you say that your family has it? What else do you want to see?"

"Different families and sects have different inheritances, and the formations recorded in the collection are also different. I want to see what kind of formations Mr. Zhuang has collected here."

Mo Hua hesitated.

"Just take a look!" Bai Zisheng said kindly.

"Okay then."

Mo Hua closed the thick "Thousand Formations Collection" and handed it to Bai Zisheng.

Bai Zisheng took it, flipped through it roughly, and then opened his mouth wide:

"There are actually more than a thousand formations!"

Mo Hua rolled his eyes, "Doesn't it say "A Collection of Thousand Formations"?"

"You don't understand. People who compile collections are often face-saving and like to whitewash. If they include ten formations, they will be called a hundred formations, and if they include a thousand formations, they will be called a ten thousand formations. Some people often use words like "opening the sky", "opening the earth", "creation", "divine power" to name their skills. It sounds intimidating, but in fact it is just a low-grade skill..."

"Do cultivators in the cultivation world also like to do this kind of thing?"

"If you haven't cultivated to become an immortal, you are still a human being. If you are a human being, you like to brag."

"Oh."

Mo Hua thought of the skill he practiced, "Tian Yan Jue", which also has the word "Tian" in it, and the grade is not very high. Is it also used to bluff people?

But this is an ancient technique, it should have been created by an ancient cultivator, and most of the ancients should be more honest...

Mo Hua sincerely hoped.

Bai Zisheng continued to flip through the collection, and the more he read, the more surprised he was. He quickly waved to Bai Zixi and said, "Zixi Zixi, come and see, there are many formations that I have never seen!"

Bai Zixi, who was practicing quietly on the side, also leaned over when he heard this.

Mo Hua asked in confusion, "The Bai family should be a big family, right? The formations that Mr. Zhuang has collected are more than those collected in your family?"

Bai Zisheng was not convinced and corrected, "It's just formations below the first grade, it's hard to say about high-grade formations."

"Although the Bai family has a formation inheritance, it is not actually known for its formations. It is normal that the formations collected are not as good as Mr. Zhuang's." Bai Zixi said calmly.

"Humph!" Bai Zisheng snorted, but he didn't dare to lose his temper with Bai Zixi, and he couldn't refute it, so he could only sulk.

Bai Zixi continued to flip through the collection, her eyes getting brighter and brighter as she read, as if she couldn't put it down. After a moment, she raised her head and looked at the ink paintings with eyes as bright as autumn water.

Although she didn't say anything, Mo Hua understood the meaning in her eyes at a glance.

Mo Hua struggled for a moment, then sighed, "I can only lend it to you for one afternoon."

We are all from the same school, so if Mr. Zhuang knew about it, he probably wouldn't blame him.

A faint smile appeared on Bai Zixi's fair and flawless face, just like the morning glow on the hibiscus after it emerged from the water, clear and bright.

Bai Zixi took out a book without a cover from the storage bag and handed it to Mo Hua: "This is a collection of formations below the first level of the Bai family. Take it and look at it. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, he happily took the book and flipped through it.

Although there are not as many formations recorded in the book as Mr. Zhuang provided, some of the more basic formations are recorded in much more detail and are easier to understand. They should be specially for beginners, and there are handwritten notes in many places. The handwriting is elegant and beautiful, and it looks like it was written by Bai Zixi.

"Wouldn't this violate the clan rules?"

Mo Hua was a little worried. He knew that some families had very strict restrictions on the inheritance of formations.

"Yes..." Bai Zisheng nodded.

"No!" Bai Zixi denied.

"Why?"

"Because I gave it to you!"

Bai Zixi spoke lightly yet decisively.

Although he didn't know why, Mo Hua felt that Bai Zixi who said this was inexplicably handsome.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua not only learned formations on his own, but also occasionally learned from Bai Zixi. Only then did he realize that Bai Zixi's formation knowledge was infinitely deeper than his own, so he also warned himself that the formations are boundless and cannot be used. Be smug.

When learning the formation, Bai Zixi occasionally had some questions, so Mo Hua wrote them down together, and then went to Mr. Zhuang to ask. After asking clearly, he went to talk to Bai Zixi. This also led to Mo Hua asking Mr. Zhuang for advice more and more often.

That day, after Mo Hua asked Mr. Zhuang questions and left, Mr. Zhuang frowned and said, "This is not good."

"What's wrong?" Puppet asked casually from the side.

"This kid Mo Hua comes to me every day to ask me things. I have no time to close my eyes and understand!"

"It's time to sleep..." the puppet boss revealed ruthlessly.

Mr. Zhuang pretended not to hear and said thoughtfully: "What should we do..."

"Isn't it okay if you don't answer?"

Mr. Zhuang thought of the crystal clear eyes of the ink paintings, full of curiosity and sometimes admiration, and shook his head and said:

"How can that be done? If a disciple asks a question but does not answer it, he is not a good teacher."

"When did you start caring about this kind of thing?"

"From the very beginning."

The puppet master was too lazy to pay attention to him. He was holding a piece of wood in his hand, with something carved on it. The carving knife moved on the wood, and the wood chips fell one after another, but did not make any sound.

Mr. Zhuang lay leisurely on the mountain of chairs, staring at the sky and the wooden beams above the pavilion for a long time, wandering in the sky, and only came back to his senses after a moment.

"I have to find an excuse to sleep in." Mr. Zhuang thought.