Chapter 26: Advancement

After class every day, Mo Hua went to Teacher Yan's place to learn the theory of formations and ask questions about formations. With Teacher Yan's explanation, Mo Hua learned the gold and stone formations very quickly. In addition, he could practice repeatedly on the stone tablet in the sea of ​​consciousness. It only took Mo Hua ten days to finish drawing five sets of gold and stone formations.

Because he had plenty of time, Mo Hua drew carefully, so he only failed in one set, and earned about twelve spirit stones after deducting the cost of materials.

During the ten-day break, Mo Hua handed the formations to Manager Mo, who was quite satisfied after reading them and nodded, saying: "You...brother's formations are getting more and more methodical."

Mo Hua looked at Manager Mo suspiciously.

Manager Mo felt a little guilty for some reason, so he coughed and waved his hand, saying, "Go back to the sect if you have nothing to do. I'm very busy here."

Mo Hua looked at the empty Youyuanzhai without a single customer, and asked curiously, "There are no customers here, what are you busy with, manager?"

Manager Mo felt that his business was called Buddhist management, not simply bad business, which was fundamentally different from bad business.

But the lack of customers was indeed obvious at a glance.

Manager Mo was a little angry, "What do you know, kid? I'm doing big business here, I'm busy whether there are customers or not! I'm busy!"

"Then you go ahead, I'm leaving first."

Mo Hua said goodbye, walked a few steps and suddenly turned around and asked:

"By the way, manager, are you familiar with Teacher Yan?"

Manager Mo said a little guilty, "Not very familiar, just some friendship from the same school. His temper is bad and hard, normal people can't stand it. We haven't contacted for many years, but we just happened to meet a few days ago and had a cup of tea together to reminisce about the past."

"Oh..."

Mo Hua said "Oh" meaningfully.

If you say you are not familiar with him, but your tone is very familiar, then you are very familiar with him, at least you have a good relationship.

Manager Mo waved his hands quickly, "Go, go, don't disturb me doing business."

Mo Hua left Youyuanzhai, thinking:

"It seems that Manager Mo and Instructor Yan are indeed doing something fishy in private..."

After that, Mo Hua lived a boring and ordinary life in the sect. He attended classes every day, asked Instructor Yan about formations after class, drew formations after returning to the disciples' residence, entered the sea of ​​consciousness after midnight, and practiced formations on the broken stele.

Simple and fulfilling.

Mo Hua's formation level was improving day by day, and his spiritual consciousness was becoming deeper and deeper. At least he was able to draw a gold and stone formation with four formation patterns, and he was more and more at ease, and no longer felt a lack of spiritual consciousness.

Manager Mo's formation orders also changed several times. Every time, the excuse was "the market has changed, the previous formation is no longer accepted, and a new one needs to be drawn", and then he took out a new formation diagram for Mo Hua.

When Instructor Yan was instructing on formation theory, he would also explain the formation analysis that Manager Mo had given to Mo Hua. For Mo Hua, this was basically like feeding him a meal.

This basically verified Mo Hua's guess that Manager Mo and Instructor Yan must have a private relationship, and the manager and the instructor probably knew that he had drawn a formation for Youyuanzhai.

However, everyone knew it, and Mo Hua pretended not to know.

What puzzled Mo Hua was why the instructor cared so much about him, and answered all his questions about formations, and Manager Mo also gave him many conveniences.

Was it really just because he had a good talent in formations?

Later, Mo Hua thought about it and felt that he was overthinking.

Instructor Yan was a rigorous and serious person. He was meticulous in both teaching and formations, and he never kept anything to himself when teaching his disciples. He took care of him so much, probably because he cherished his talent and didn't want him to waste his talent and waste his life. He really hoped that he could improve in formations.

Manager Mo and Instructor Yan were friends, so it was probably because Instructor Yan asked him to arrange the formation step by step for him to draw.

Mo Hua kept the kindness of the two in mind.

But now he was just a low-level cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, and he could not do anything. Even if he wanted to repay this kindness, he could only wait until later.

Two months later, in addition to the gold and stone formation, Mo Hua also learned the mud and sand formation, the quicksand formation and the ventilation formation. Together with the spirit stones he had collected from drawing the formation before, he had a total of more than 180 spirit stones.

Mo Hua planned to collect 200 spirit stones by himself, and then choose a middle-grade lower-level practice, which would save his parents a lot of burden.

After collecting enough spirit stones and choosing a practice, he would tell his parents, and they should be happy.

But before Mo Hua could collect enough spirit stones, something happened at home.

One day during the alchemy class, Teacher Yan suddenly called Mo Hua out, looking a little serious, and told Mo Hua that his mother was seriously ill and asked Mo Hua to go back and see her.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then felt like a basin of cold water was poured over his head, and his heart was chilled.

Mo Hua asked the teacher for a few days off, and then hurried back home.

But the door of the house was closed. Mo Hua knocked several times, but no one answered. When he was anxious, the neighbor's aunt heard the sound and came out, saying:

"It's Mo Hua!"

"Aunt Yang, my mother..."

"I was just about to tell you, your mother is seriously ill, and she is asking Mr. Feng to treat her in Xinglin Hall. Go and see her!"

Mo Hua thanked him repeatedly, and then rushed to Xinglin Hall again.

Xinglin Hall is the only alchemy hall nearby.

There are alchemists in the alchemy hall. Generally, when cultivators are injured or sick, they will go to the alchemy shop to ask the alchemists to diagnose and refine elixirs to heal their injuries and illnesses.

Mr. Feng from Xinglin Hall is a well-known old alchemist in Tongxian City. He has been studying the way of alchemy for most of his life. In his later years, he passed the assessment and became a real first-grade alchemist. He is one of the few alchemists in Tongxian City who have been graded.

At the same time, Mr. Feng is also the only alchemist in Tongxian City who is willing to open a shop in the market of the lower-level casual cultivators after becoming a first-grade alchemist.

When Mo Hua rushed to Xinglin Hall, Mr. Feng was sitting in the clinic and treating patients.

Mr. Feng wore a clean but somewhat old Taoist robe with white hair and black trimmings. His hair and beard were all white. He looked kind. When he saw Mo Hua, he gave a few words to the patient in front of him and waved to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Hello, Grandpa Feng! My mother..."

Mr. Feng nodded and said, "Good child, I have seen your mother's condition. Although it is a bit serious, it is not life-threatening. Don't worry first."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, and when he came to his senses, he felt dry mouth and throat as if on fire.

Mo Hua had a weak constitution since childhood. He was anxious just now and ran too fast. Now he suddenly stopped and felt sweat all over his body.

Mr. Feng pressed Mo Hua's back with his right hand. A light blue light flashed between his hands, and some spiritual power was passed to him. Mo Hua felt a spring breeze blowing through his limbs and bones, and his breath instantly became much smoother.

Mr. Feng poured another cup of tea and told him, "Drink a little at a time and drink slowly."

Mo Hua followed Mr. Feng's instructions and slowly drank some of the tea with mist, and his breath became smoother.