Chapter 734: Array Flow 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. I can 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 put away 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 actually recorded some insights and understandings of "Jinliu":

"The flow of formations is the source of formations in the heavens. Tens of thousands of formations are united into one, and one can lead to all."

"Those who have mastered the formations and have fully understood the formations of all heavens can return to their origins and summarize the origins of the formations."

"And those who understand the formation flow can also transform ten thousand into one, outline the contract, and control the formation of ten thousand ways..."

…

Mo Hua was shocked.

These words... are very familiar, and this is not the first time he has heard them...

Mo Hua glanced at Mr. Xun with some hesitation and said in a harsh voice:

"Old sir, this manuscript is..."

Mr. Xun said: "This belongs to an old friend."

"Old friend?"

"Yes." Mr. Xun nodded slightly, his eyes 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 exchange of formations with him. 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..."

Old Mr.

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?"

Mr. Xun was a little surprised. He glanced at Mo Hua silently, shook his head and said:

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to see each other again in this life."

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!

Old 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 very 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 explanation of "formation flow" in it is more detailed, much more detailed and profound than what the master told him at the beginning.

Mo Hua took a look and found that he didn't understand it very well.

Strictly speaking, he hasn't learned the formation flow yet.

The Five Elements Sect's Taoism, the "source pattern" of the Five Elements Formation Flow, although it is in his hand, he actually doesn't know what the "source pattern" that looks like an evil eye is in essence...

And the cultivators who can summarize the formation flow are all formation masters who have cultivated a certain type of formation to perfection.

So it's not surprising that he can't understand this formation flow manuscript.

"Keep it for now, and study it carefully when your formation attainments are higher..."

Mo Hua nodded slightly, and then put the formation flow manuscript into the Nazi ring with great care.

This is the master's thing.

Mo Hua cherishes it very much.

And Mr. Xun...

Mo Hua didn't expect that Mr. Xun had discussed Taoism and formations with the master.

So, does Mr. Xun have other connections with Master?

Mo Hua's mind moved, and he suddenly realized it.

"Formation flow" is obviously not something he can learn now.

Mr. Xun handed over the Master's manuscript of formation flow to him now, and pointed out intentionally or unintentionally that it was the manuscript of "an old friend named Zhuang". Is he testing him?

"Did the old man guess that Master is my Master?"

Mo Hua muttered to himself.

However, it seems that this is nothing...

There seem to be many people who know about this.

Not to mention the uncle, there is also the mother of the little sister, who is also his uncle, and the senior Situ of Xuanji Valley, and those Yuhua monks who had a quick glance at the incident in Lishan City.

They are all "great monks", with high cultivation and busy affairs.

I am an inconspicuous little monk, and I guess it won't take long for them to forget me.

Mr. Xun, since he sat and discussed with Master, he must have no hatred and should have no malice towards me.

At least Mo Hua didn't feel any ill will.

Moreover, the old man also gave him his master's manuscript.

He was very kind to him and taught him.

Mr. Xun is a great man!

Mo Hua nodded.

He is now concentrating on learning the formation. If there is a chance in the future, he will repay his kindness.

A drop of water should be returned with a spring.

This is the principle of life that my mother taught me.

Mo Hua figured it out, flipped through the formation book for a while, learned the formation for a while, and when it was midnight, his consciousness sank into the Dao Monument again and continued to practice the formation.

He had to find a way to practice the formation more and hone his consciousness.

Now that he couldn't go out, he could only rely on this stupid method to hone his consciousness.

Strive to break through the blockade of the laws of heaven as soon as possible, so that his consciousness can be promoted to eighteen patterns, and learn more and more powerful formations.

...

In this way, he learned the formation for a few days without any incident.

He went to the Demon Refining Mountain several times, tried the effects of the Five Elements Source Armor several times, and developed several strategies for hunting monsters, but he didn't go there for the time being.

But when he was eating in the dining hall that day, Cheng Mo suddenly came over with a bruised face.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Cheng Mo, you were slapped by a bear again?"

"I'm not stupid, being slapped once is fine, how can I be slapped a second time..." Cheng Mo muttered, and then his expression was a little angry, "It was those bastards from Duan Jinmen."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "Duan Jinmen?"

"Yes." Cheng Mo sat down, and also imitated Mo Hua, biting a chicken leg, muttering, "Junior Brother, you haven't been in the mountain for a while, you don't know, Duan Jinmen has fought with us..."

"Those little bastards, they make trouble for us every other day."

"They don't dare to fight us head-on, squatting on the side, waiting for us to kill the monsters, and then they swarm up to rob."

"We don't kill monsters, they stare at us like flies."

Mo Hua frowned, "There are rules in the Demon Refining Mountain, they are so arrogant, don't the elders care?"

Cheng Mo said: "They care, but it's useless, Those bastards of Duanjinmen are always arguing and shameless. "

"They insist that they killed the monsters and we were the first to attack them. They are innocent..."

"The elders of Duanjinmen are also very protective."

"If the disciples of Duanjinmen take advantage, they will try to smooth things over, saying that they are all children and it is common for them to fight and quarrel. There is no need to care about it."

"If Duanjinmen suffers a loss, they will accuse us of Taixumen for poor discipline and lack of education of the disciples..."

"Several of our elders of Taixumen are not good at talking, and they are very angry with them."

"After all this arguing, the disciples of Duanjinmen still do their own thing and do these despicable things..."

Cheng Mo sighed, "So, rules are only useful for people with face. If someone is shameless, the rules are useless."

When Cheng Mo said this, he sneered, but the wound on his face was affected, and he grimaced in pain.

But fortunately, he is a physical cultivator with thick skin and flesh, so this injury is nothing.

Cheng Mo took another bite of meat and continued:

"My injury is because I was hunting monsters this morning and was followed by the disciples of Duanjinmen. I couldn't stand it, so I had a fight with them."

"Don't look at my miserable appearance, but they are even more miserable."

"I broke the legs of several people."

"But it's probably useless. They will 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 formations. You are my junior brother. There is no need for you to deal with these little bastards yourself."

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 Duanjinmen were all disciples in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and were in the same class as myself.

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 have 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 at 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.