Chapter 333 Change

Outside a gloomy and deep second-grade monster lair, Mo Hua sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and pushed his consciousness to the limit, sensing the traces of spiritual power in the lair.

After a cup of tea, Mo Hua opened his eyes and shook his head, "No."

Several foundation-building monks surrounded Mo Hua and headed to the next monster lair according to the location on the map.

After searching several nests in this way, Zhang Lan finally couldn't help it. He lowered his voice and asked Commander Yang quietly:

"How did you see this?"

Zhang Lan also followed.

Although he was a Qi-refining monk, he was the director of the Daoting Division after all, and he came from a noble family. Even if he encountered a second-grade monster, he had some self-protection methods, so he followed along.

"How else can you tell?" Commander Yang whispered, "Of course you can use your spiritual sense."

"Nonsense, do you need to tell me that?" Zhang Lan said unhappily, "I'm asking how spiritual sense can tell the traces of the formation?"

"It's enough if the spiritual sense is strong enough."

"What do you mean by strong enough?"

"Building the foundation... Isn't this kid's spiritual sense already building the foundation?"

"You also have a foundation-building spiritual sense, can you tell?" Zhang Lan questioned.

"Of course..." Commander Yang said with a guilty conscience.

Zhang Lan glanced at him, "You'll be single for life if you lie."

Commander Yang was stunned and couldn't help saying, "You're so fucking cruel! How can you say such vicious words?"

"Can you really tell?" Zhang Lan asked again.

Commander Yang weighed it in his mind for a long time, and felt that compared with the lifelong event, the little face he fought for in front of Zhang Lan was really not worth mentioning.

Commander Yang said truthfully: "I can't tell..."

Zhang Lan looked at Commander Yang with contempt.

Commander Yang also looked at him with contempt, "You didn't see it either."

"I'm a Qi Refiner, it's normal that I can't see it, you're a foundation builder, it's embarrassing if you can't see it!" Zhang Lan said confidently.

"You're just a Qi Refiner, but you're not ashamed, but proud of it. You're really shameless, Zhang Lan!" Commander Yang said disdainfully.

This kind of ridicule has no killing power on Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was calm, and suddenly asked in confusion:

"If it's not because of the divine sense, then what else could it be?"

Commander Yang also touched his chin, thought for a moment, and slowly said: "Because Mo Hua is a formation master?"

Because he is a formation master, he has been dealing with formations for many years and drawing formation patterns every day, so it's normal that his divine sense can sense the traces of formations.

Zhang Lan nodded slightly, and he also felt that it made some sense.

"But," Commander Yang wondered again:

"Can other formation masters really sense it?"

This is a monster's lair, with demonic energy rising to the sky, and the mixed blood and demonic power are enough to cover up all spiritual energy.

With his foundation-building consciousness, he couldn't tell what was in the lair.

Even if other formation masters were stronger than him, they wouldn't be much stronger.

But Mo Hua was different. He was very sure, even certain, about whether there was a formation in the lair.

This showed that his consciousness had a very clear view of the lair, and he was also very clear about the existence of the formation.

Zhang Lan frowned and thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and muttered:

"I guess he has learned something weird again..."

Zhang Lan has become accustomed to it.

Especially in the formation, at the beginning he could still "give some pointers" to Mo Hua, but now compared with Mo Hua, he is already an "illiterate" in the formation...

If he is illiterate, then Yang Jiyong must be a big illiterate.

Two "illiterate" in formation, considering this kind of problem is really a bit overestimating.

Zhang Lan belittled Yang Jiyong in his heart again, and then he felt better.

After searching a few more nests, they came to a remote cave. Mo Hua released his consciousness and was suddenly startled.

Everyone's expression became serious, "What did you find?"

Mo Hua raised his head, his eyes slightly bright and said: "There is a formation!"

It really is!

Everyone looked delighted and asked again, "What kind of formation is it?"

"Wait a minute." Mo Hua said, "Let me take a look."

After that, Mo Hua began to release his spiritual consciousness, and according to the spiritual power trajectory of the formation, he calculated the formation pattern of the formation, and drew the complete formation pattern in the white sea of ​​consciousness one by one, so as to judge the type of formation.

After an hour, Mo Hua opened his eyes again, took out paper and pen, and simply drew several passages in the cave and the formations laid on the road.

"There is not much time, I haven't finished calculating, and there should be omissions in the formation, but you can refer to it."

Elder Yu and others didn't understand the formation at all, so they didn't think it was a big deal. They just thought Mo Hua was really reliable and could solve any formation problem.

Zhang Lan and Commander Yang looked at each other, and there was some doubt in each other's eyes.

What does "calculate" mean?

They had never heard that the formation could be "calculated"?

How to calculate?

They were born in aristocratic families. Even if they were not good at learning formations, they still knew some common sense about formations because of their family background.

But they had come into contact with so many formation masters since they were young, some from aristocratic families, some from sects, and some from free and easy families.

So many formation masters, whether high-ranking or low-ranking, no matter whether they were knowledgeable or specialized, never mentioned the word "calculation".

They never thought that such an obscure formation word would be heard from Mo Hua, who was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, with a formation level of only the first level and only ten years old.

Who did Mo Hua follow and what did he learn? !

Zhang Lan and the others pretended to be calm on the surface, but there were storms in their hearts.

For the first time, they felt the unfathomableness of the person who taught Mo Hua the formation.

At the same time, in their eyes, the little Mo Hua also became a little unfathomable...

But now is not the time to sigh about these things.

It is still important to catch the ancestor of the Qian family.

Chief Zhou pointed to the map drawn by Mo Hua and said, "These passages lead to the depths of the nest. The Qian family ancestor should be hiding inside..."

"Let's look for it separately. If you encounter any abnormalities, don't act rashly. Send a signal and the others will rush to join us. After joining us, we will work together."

Everyone nodded and chose a path. Before leaving, Elder Yu turned his head and gently reminded Mo Hua:

"Hide yourself and be careful."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, looked at Elder Yu's arm, and said worriedly, "Elder, is your injury okay?"

Elder Yu attacked the Qian family ancestor before and was injured by the Qian family ancestor. He broke an arm. Although he was treated by Mr. Feng, he still had a root of the disease and was unable to move.

Not only Elder Yu, but everyone was more or less injured when they surrounded and killed the Qian family ancestor before.

The strength of the Qian family ancestor at this time is unknown. If you really meet him, it will probably be dangerous.

Elder Yu smiled and said, "I have been against the Qian family for so many years, and I never dreamed that I could force the Qian family's ancestor to this point. As long as I can kill the Qian family's ancestor, even if my arms are broken, or even my life is lost, it is worth it."

Mo Hua's worry became heavier.

Elder Yu patted his shoulder gently and sighed:

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

Mo Hua nodded, and watched everyone walk into the depths of the nest with some trepidation and disappear into the darkness.

Even though they knew the road ahead was dangerous, they still went forward without hesitation.

"I hope nothing will happen..."

Mo Hua hid his figure and quietly hid aside. He couldn't help but sigh and said silently in his heart.

At the same time, in the center of the Nanshan Zuwang Residence.

Mr. Zhuang did not rest on the bamboo chair as usual, but sat upright and elegantly at the table, sorting out some books and jade slips.

"Is it prepared for Mo Hua?"

Kui Lao appeared quietly at some point, and said woodenly.

"Yes." Mr. Zhuang did not even raise his head, still looking at the book in his hand, "Collect some experience of formation for him. After I leave, he will have to learn the formation by himself..."

Mr. Zhuang's tone was flat, but for some reason, it was vaguely melancholy.

"I have never seen you so attentive as a disciple." Kui Lao said indifferently.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled when he heard the words, and some memories of the past emerged in his mind, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"I have never been a qualified master..."

Mr. Zhuang then laughed at himself:

"Not only am I not worthy of being a teacher, I am not even worthy of being a disciple, otherwise I would not..."

Mr. Zhuang did not say anything, but his expression became even more lonely.

Kui Lao remained silent.

"Forget it, the past is gone, and now everything is gone. There is no point in thinking about it."

Mr. Zhuang put away the jade slips of the classics, put them in a storage bag, and lay down leisurely again.

"Where are the two children of the Bai family?" asked Old Kui.

Mr. Zhuang pondered for a moment and sighed:

"Those two...are good children."

After saying that, he was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that my selfish junior sister actually raised such a pair of children."

"You really don't want to accept them as disciples?" asked Old Kui.

"No!" Mr. Zhuang shook his head, his tone decisive:

"I don't have much time to live, so before I go to the ground, I naturally want to be quiet, less involved in karma, and less worried."

"They may not give up."

"What if I don't give up?" Mr. Zhuang had a blank expression on his face, his eyes passed through the courtyard, over the mountains, and looked at the distant horizon, and said lightly:

"The sky is high and the water is wide, it won't be so easy to meet again. Not every time can have such a fate..."

Not every place can have a little disciple named "Mohua"...

Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had made up his mind, Mr. Kui said nothing more.

There was no word for a while, and Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a while.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, and he opened his eyes again, looking up at the sky, and kept looking for a long time.

"What's wrong?" asked Old Kui.

Mr. Zhuang frowned and said in a serious tone:

"Why is the aura of the Great Dao so turbid?"

Old Kui was slightly startled when he heard this, and also looked towards the horizon, his expression was shocked.

"This is..."

Mr. Zhuang could not help but stand up slowly, pinching his fingers, calculating in his mind, and gradually showing an unbelievable look on his face.

"The Heavenly Dao has changed?"

Mr. Zhuang's heart trembled, and he pinched his fingers to calculate again, his expression became more and more incredible.

"How is it possible..." Mr. Zhuang could not help but lose his mind, muttering:

"This place is just a small fairy city in a corner of Jiuzhou, how is it possible that there will be a change in the Heavenly Dao?"