Chapter 304 Commander Yang

Zhang Lan had made up his mind not to let Mo Hua enter the mountain, but now he still had to ask Mo Hua for help, so he felt a little embarrassed.

Mo Hua didn't care. The matter Zhang Lan asked him to do should also be related to the elimination of the Black Mountain Village.

As long as the Black Mountain Village could be wiped out and all the evil cultivators in the village could be killed, he would be happy to help.

Zhang Lan took Mo Hua into the inner mountain and came to a desolate mountain peak.

There were potholes near the mountain peak, and there were traces of battles between many cultivators, but these traces were very old, and there were still a few dug mines on the mountain peak.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

This mountain peak turned out to be the Nameless Peak.

That was the mountain where the small spiritual mine they fought with the Qian family was located.

The traces of fighting around were left by the battle between the demon hunter and the Qian family cultivators. Of course, most of them were blown up by his earth fire formation.

I didn't expect that the Taoist soldiers would quietly station here.

Zhang Lan and Mo Hua walked to the foot of the mountain. Mo Hua's consciousness could already sense the shadowy figures in the mountain mine cave.

These monks were calm and well-trained. They should be the Taoist soldiers assigned by the Taoist court.

Suddenly, Mo Hua's expression became tense. Someone had noticed his consciousness!

And it was a foundation-building monk!

At the same time, a monk with a burly figure, a square face and a stern look suddenly appeared at a cave entrance on the mountainside.

He looked solemn, his consciousness was released, and his eyes were cold with a bit of murderous intent.

When he found Zhang Lan and Mo Hua at the foot of the mountain, his expression eased. He nodded slightly to Zhang Lan, and then turned and walked into the cave.

"You have already built your foundation, but you are still putting on airs..."

Zhang Lan whispered with some disdain.

Zhang Lan's voice was very low, but Mo Hua still heard it and asked:

"Uncle Zhang, do you know him?"

"I guess so." Zhang Lan didn't want to say more, and said to Mo Hua, "Let's go up."

Mo Hua nodded.

In the bushes and rocks near the mine, there were many Taoist soldiers wearing standard armor holding long spears, looking alert.

Mo Hua had seen these Taoist soldiers when he scanned them with his spiritual sense, so he was not surprised.

Zhang Lan was even more calm, as if he was a familiar customer here.

These Taoist soldiers seemed to know Zhang Lan, and they all bowed and saluted, saying: "Zhang Dianshi!"

A Taoist soldier stepped out and took Zhang Lan and Mo Hua to a stone chamber in the mine.

The stone chamber was spacious and could be used for living and for discussion.

Mo Hua remembered that when he was competing with the Qian family for the spiritual mine, Elder Yu lived in this stone chamber, and next to the stone chamber, there was another small stone chamber.

At that time, he lived in the warm and comfortable little stone room next door, eating beef and drawing formations every day.

But he didn't expect that this place is now used as a temporary camp for Taoist soldiers.

The layout of this large stone room has not changed, but the furnishings are very different.

There is a silver armor and a red tasseled spear placed around it. There is a large table in the middle with a sand table on the table and a drawing on the sand table.

The sand table looks very similar to the Black Mountain Village.

In front of the sand table, the burly and serious foundation-building commander just now stood.

The foundation-building leader saw Zhang Lan and nodded as a greeting, then he couldn't help but frowned and said:

"Didn't I tell you to invite a formation master? Where is he?"

Zhang Lan pushed the ink painting behind him forward, "Here it is."

The foundation-building leader was stunned for a moment, then blew his beard and glared:

"Zhang Lan! Damn it, I don't beat you because I am now a foundation-building person, and it is unfair to win against you. If you make fun of me again, I won't tolerate you!"

Zhang Lan snorted coldly: "You don't recognize the real thing. Open your eyes and see that this kid is a real formation master. He is busy with his daily affairs. I'm very busy. If it weren't for my face, you might not be able to invite me here!"

"Bullshit!"

Commander Yang scolded Zhang Lan, "How many formations can a child of this age know? Do you really think I know nothing about formations?"

Zhang Lan said calmly, "I'll write a letter to my mother and tell her that you called her 'bullshit'. I'll see if she will peel off your skin..."

The eyelids of the foundation-building cultivator jumped, and he said anxiously:

"Nonsense, I'm scolding you, don't gossip!"

"What's the difference between scolding me and scolding my mother?" Zhang Lan said confidently.

"The difference is huge. You are so old, can you not be so shameless?"

"Why am I old? A man is in his prime at 31, and I am now at the age of being handsome and romantic..."

...

Mo Hua was stunned.

These two grown men, when they quarreled, were much more childish than him.

Zhang Lan and the other person quarreled for a while, feeling dry in the mouth, and sat down to drink tea.

The foundation-building leader realized at this time that it was really embarrassing for him, a foundation-building cultivator, to quarrel with Zhang Lan, a Qi-refining cultivator, in front of a child.

It was also Zhang Lan's fault. He did things in a sloppy way and got used to quarreling with him.

The foundation-building leader coughed, pretending that nothing had happened just now, and asked Mo Hua as kindly as possible:

"Little brother, are you really a formation master?"

But his square face may be used to being stern, so he doesn't look very kind, but a bit like an uncle with bad intentions...

Mo Hua didn't know how to address him, so Zhang Lan said:

"His surname is Yang, you can just call him 'Commander Yang'."

Mo Hua said in a clear voice: "Commander Yang, Uncle Zhang is right, I am a formation master."

The foundation-building commander nodded and sighed in his heart.

Zhang Lan, this kid, is really sinful. For such an important matter, he actually asked a child to help.

Looking at his age, I don't know how long he has learned the formation,...

But at this time, he can't care so much. Who made him not understand the formation? Not only him, there are so many Taoist soldiers here, and the number of people who can understand the formation pattern can't be counted on one hand.

Commander Yang took a sip of tea and asked:

"How much have you learned about formations?"

Mo Hua said modestly: "I haven't learned much, I just reached the first level..."

As soon as he said this, Commander Yang sprayed out a mouthful of tea, soaking the sand table and drawings in front of him.

Zhang Lan suddenly felt comfortable when he saw this, and raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically:

"Look at you, you look so naive. You are just a ten-year-old first-level formation master. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Zhang Lan's tone was normal, but he couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

Commander Yang scolded Zhang Lan again, "Bullshit, where do so many talented formation masters come from in this cultivation world? How can you be a first-class formation master at the age of ten? And you just happened to meet one?"

Zhang Lan said indifferently, "If you don't believe it, forget it."

Commander Yang said, "I don't believe it. Show me the formation drawn by this child."

Zhang Lan pointed to a drawing in the middle of the sand table and said, "Isn't that it?"

In the middle of the sand table was a map of the situation of the Black Mountain Village.

Commander Yang was stunned, and then cursed:

"Bullshit, didn't it say in the report to the court that the 'Daotingsi of Tongxian City' took great risks, went deep into the tiger's den, got the information of Black Mountain Village, and tried every means to draw the formation map of Black Mountain Village? How come this kid drew it now?"

Zhang Lan smiled and said to Mo Hua, "Take out the waist badge and show it to Commander Yang."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then realized what waist badge Zhang Lan was talking about, and took out the bronze waist badge given to him by Daotingsi from the storage bag.

Commander Yang was also stunned when he saw it.

Zhang Lan said proudly, "See, the bronze waist badge, he is a cultivator of our Daoting Division, isn't the map he draws also the map drawn by our Daoting Division?"

Commander Yang was speechless and could only say:

"The bronze waist badge is just a non-staff..."

"Non-staff also belongs to the Daoting Division."

Commander Yang frowned, "Since the map was drawn by this kid, it should be counted as a contribution, why not just write it down?"

Zhang Lan curled his lips, "Who would believe it if it was written down? Do you believe it?"

Commander Yang looked at the young boy's ink painting, and then looked at the black mountain village map on the sand table, which was written in a solemn, profound and complex style and contained many first-grade formations, and sighed silently.

As long as there is a little common sense of cultivation in the mind, most of them will not believe it.

Naturally, he would not believe it either.