Chapter 239: Thousand-Pound Stick

"Then are there any families or sects that don't oppress independent cultivators?"

"Of course there are." Mo Shan explained: "Some families have strict family traditions, and some sects have strict rules and regulations, and they will not do anything out of line. Or their cultivation industry does not compete with independent cultivators for profits, so there is no need to treat low-level cultivators harshly."

"But these are only a minority after all. As long as they are weak, they will be oppressed. It's just a matter of time."

Mo Shan sighed again and continued:

"Our Tongxian City is okay, but the life of independent cultivators in some places is in dire straits. Not to mention some high-quality states, the aristocratic families and sects have been passed down for thousands of years and are entrenched in one area, like a behemoth. Those independent cultivators who are oppressed by them will never be able to turn over..."

Mo Hua also felt a little heavy after listening to it.

Seeing that Mo Hua looked a little depressed, Mo Shan touched Mo Hua's head and smiled to comfort him:

"We just need to do our own things, and we can't control these things. If you really have the ability to do everything in the future, it won't be too late to consider these things."

"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.

"And your uncle Ji, he is new here, if you can help, try to help. Brother Ji is a righteous man who is willing to help others. When our family was in trouble, he also helped us a lot."

"I know, Dad."

After that, Mo Shan was busy hunting monsters. He was free a few days later, so he prepared some gifts, some wine and meat, elixirs and some daily utensils, and visited Ji Qingbai.

Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai talked about the past, and before leaving, he stuffed him a bag of spirit stones and said, "Brother Ji, keep these for emergency use."

Ji Qingbai refused to accept them.

Mo Shan said, "We are brothers, so we should support each other. When my family was in financial difficulty, I also received your help. Don't refuse."

Ji Qingbai reluctantly accepted it.

He left Qingxuan City and traveled all the way. He had almost used up all the money he had saved.

When he arrived in Tongxian City, he couldn't bother his elders for a long time, so he rented a small courtyard. It was not big and not expensive, just enough for living.

After that, he bought some things here and there, and the spirit stones that were originally few were soon used up.

Mo Shan sent the spirit stones, which was like sending charcoal in the snow.

Before, he would not have taken it, but now he was short of money, so he could only accept it with gratitude.

When his injury healed, he could go into the mountains with Ji Li to hunt monsters, earn spirit stones, and then return them to Mo Shan.

In the evening, Ji Qingbai and Ji Li discussed going into the mountains to hunt monsters, and Fu Lan came in from outside.

Her injuries have improved a lot in the past few days. Although she is not fully recovered, she can walk around.

Fu Lan was also born as a casual cultivator and had lived a hard life since childhood, so she wanted to earn some spirit stones to solve the urgent problem and not drag down Uncle Ji and Big Brother Ji too much.

Thinking of the Fu Shan Lou mentioned by Mo Hua, which was not far away, she went to ask about it and just came back now.

"Your injuries are not healed yet, take more rest." Ji Qingbai saw that her face was still a little pale, so he said with concern.

Ji Li helped her sit down and poured her a cup of tea.

Fu Lan's pale face turned slightly red.

Ji Qingbai saw the two of them like this, his expression did not change at all, but he was very relieved in his heart.

After a while, he remembered to ask: "Have you been to Fu Shan Lou?"

Fu Lan nodded, "They accepted me, and they give me a lot of spirit stones every month."

Ji Qingbai breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"But..." Fu Lan looked a little confused.

"Just what?"

"Just when they heard that I was a cultivator from another place, they didn't want to accept me at first. Later, I mentioned the name of that little brother, and they kept me without saying anything." Fu Lan said.

Ji Qingbai was stunned, "Mo Hua?"

Fu Lan nodded.

Ji Qingbai was a little surprised, "Mo Hua, this kid, is so proud..."

Such a big dining hall actually gave him face.

And he also accidentally learned during the day that Mo Hua was also a small formation master, and many formations among the casual cultivators were created by Mo Hua.

This shocked Ji Qingbai.

Before he came, he thought Mo Hua would not learn formations, so he felt regretful.

But he didn't expect that Mo Hua had become a real formation master.

Ji Qingbai said solemnly: "No matter what, we all owe them a big favor, and we must find a way to repay them in the future. Especially Mo Hua, this kid, we can't let him have any accidents."

The formation master among the casual cultivators is so kind-hearted, and there must be no mistakes.

Ji Li and Fu Lan both nodded seriously.

Ji Qingbai felt relieved and sighed: "I have walked around and looked around these days. Tongxian City is really different. If I can really settle down here, I can live a good life."

He has been busy all his life, and all he wants is to live a stable life. Now that he has experienced some twists and turns, he can be regarded as finding a place to settle down.

Ji Qingbai looked at Ji Li and Fu Lan again, feeling relieved, and smiled slightly:

"If you don't mind, you can get married here. After a while, I will arrange a marriage for you and become a Taoist couple."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, their faces suddenly turned red, they looked at each other quietly, and then lowered their heads.

The night was dark, and the lights in the small courtyard were weak, but gradually became warm.

——

Two days later, Mo Hua was practicing to solve the formation in the restaurant.

He first drew a complex formation, and then solved it himself.

This piece of paper was considered to have practiced the formation twice, drawing and solving it by himself, but it was a bit of a waste of spiritual ink.

While Mo Hua was drawing, Da Zhu came over and said that his wolf tooth club without wolf teeth was refined.

Mo Hua was refreshed, left the unfinished formation, and went to the weapon refining shop with Da Zhu.

Master Chen handed an iron rod to Mo Hua:

"It's refined as you said, without wolf teeth, and the position of the formation is also reserved. It's wrapped with iron sheets on the outside, very strong, and the inside is made of hard wood, so it won't be too heavy."

"Thank you, Master Chen!"

Mo Hua happily took the iron rod and looked at it carefully several times.

The iron rod is silver-white, with a tough outer skin. It is thicker than Mo Hua's two arms and feels heavy in the hand.

Mo Hua tried it and it was still a little heavy, but this was his own problem, not the iron rod's problem.

Mo Hua was very satisfied with the iron rod and praised it, "Very good, worthy of being Master Chen!"

Master Chen stroked his beard with joy.

Mo Hua took the time to draw a first-grade formation on the iron rod, and the formation was called "Qianjun Formation".

Qianjun Formation is a first-grade formation of the five elements earth system. After injecting spiritual power to stimulate it, the spiritual weapon of Minghua Formation will instantly weigh as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Of course, saying a thousand pounds is definitely bragging.

Mo Hua himself doesn't believe it.

Many names given by cultivators to skills and formations cannot be fully trusted, just listen to the general idea.

Mo Hua doesn't know how heavy this formation is, and the weight will vary depending on the amount of spiritual power used to activate the formation.

But in any case, it must be very heavy, and it is definitely enough to hit people.

In Mo Hua's idea, he would first raise the iron rod, then activate the formation. The iron rod would be blessed by the formation, and instantly become as heavy as a thousand pounds, and smash down heavily.

In this way, even if he is not a physical cultivator and his body is not strong, the iron rod will have enough power.

It should be enough to pick up leaks, make up for the knife, and hit the club.

The thousand-pound formation is not difficult, and Mo Hua learned it in two nights.

The formation is not difficult to draw, and Mo Hua finished it in half an hour.

Mo Hua arrived at Dahei Mountain and found a big stone to try it out.

He first raised the iron rod high, then injected spiritual power, and the gray-brown formation pattern on the iron rod flashed by, and instantly fell heavily.

The stone was smashed to pieces, and Mo Hua's hands were also numb from the shock.

Although his hands were numb, Mo Hua was still very satisfied.

He gave the iron rod a name he had thought of a long time ago:

Thousand-pound rod!