Chapter 349 Eleven Patterns

Mo Hua thought for a while, and suddenly calmed down again.

Although he had drawn the complete core of the great array, he was still not at ease.

Was it just a coincidence that he drew it this time?

He erased the core and drew it again, and couldn't help sighing.

Sure enough, he was in a good state for a while, and he had a flash of inspiration, so he drew the core of the array. When he drew it again, he was not focused enough, and his consciousness was a little worse, so he failed to draw it successfully.

However, his consciousness was not much worse, he just needed to be more careful and understand it more thoroughly.

Everything has one, and there must be two.

If he successfully drew it once, he must be able to draw it the second time.

Mo Hua continued to draw with concentration.

Time passed slowly, and when he drew it for the fourth time, he finally drew the core of the Five Elements Demon-Slaying Array again, completely and without any error.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

He withdrew his consciousness from the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was still dark at this time, and the night was still deep.

Mo Hua heaved a sigh of relief. He felt exhausted from all the hard work and effort he put into the past month. He lay on his back on the bed and fell asleep.

He slept until noon. He smelled a fragrance and opened his eyes.

The room was already full of food.

Liu Ruhua saw that he had lost weight in recent days and his face was no longer round. She felt a little distressed and made a table of delicious food for him.

Mo Hua's mood improved instantly.

He ate a hearty meal and then continued to draw the formation hub.

This time, unlike in the sea of ​​consciousness, he needed to draw the formation hub again on paper.

The formation hub in the sea of ​​consciousness is essentially a formation condensed by his spiritual consciousness;

However, the formation hub in reality is a real formation formed by using paper as the formation medium and spiritual ink to outline the formation pattern.

It is easier to condense the formation in the sea of ​​consciousness;

It is relatively difficult to draw the formation on paper in reality;

When actually constructing a large formation, drawing the formation on a special formation medium will consume more spiritual consciousness and will be more difficult.

So, no matter what, Mo Hua must draw it on paper first.

He must present the formation hub in the sea of ​​consciousness on the real formation paper, and then he can truly construct the large formation between heaven and earth.

The formation hub of a large formation is large in scale, and the paper used as the formation medium is also larger in length.

In the yard, Mo Hua spread a paper several rounds larger than his entire body on the ground, and then began to draw the formation hub stroke by stroke.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua watched Mo Hua painting from the side, helping Mo Hua spread the paper, handing him a pen, mixing ink, or wiping his sweat and serving him tea.

They didn't know what Mo Hua was drawing specifically.

But seeing Mo Hua, who was only about ten years old and still looked like a child, carefully and rigorously drawing such a complex, profound and large-scale formation.

Mo Shan and the others were shocked and proud at the same time.

Mo Hua drew for an entire afternoon, wasted two sheets of paper, and finally drew the core of a large formation before nightfall.

Mo Hua asked his parents to help put away the formation paper and put it in the storage bag, and then ran excitedly to find Mr. Zhuang.

It was dusk, and the mountains were dark.

Mr. Zhuang was sitting in the house, looking at the blood of the big monster in the deep mountains, twisting his fingers in the air, not knowing what it was.

Mr. Zhuang was a little surprised to see Mo Hua.

It was already evening, and Mo Hua rarely came to disturb him at this time.

Mr. Zhuang was about to say something, but his expression suddenly froze, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "You... learned it?"

Mo Hua, who had run all the way, nodded breathlessly.

He took out the array paper with the array core drawn from the storage bag, spread it out carefully, and placed it on the ground.

A complete array core of the first-grade large array was slowly unfolded in front of Mr. Zhuang...

Mr. Zhuang took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

He slowly stood up, his eyes serious, and carefully read the array core, and then his heart was shocked.

This was what he expected.

But when the expected thing really happened, he was still extremely shocked.

Although he taught it and asked Mo Hua to draw it.

But, is this really something that a ten-year-old cultivator can draw?

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua, and a trace of doubt came to his mind.

The nine states of the cultivation world are boundless.

He just came to a corner of the cultivation world, a remote small fairy city to temporarily live.

By chance, he accepted such a spiritual root, but he had a good understanding of the array, and was smart and agile, looking at the lovely registered disciple.

But this registered disciple was somewhat unexpected.

He had extraordinary spiritual awareness and learned formations quickly. He used the Heavenly Evolution Technique to break the maze, used the visualization diagram to build the spiritual awareness, and even learned the formation calculation...

Now his cultivation level is only Qi Refining, and his formation level is only the first level. It took him only one month to learn and draw the core of the formation.

This kind of formation comprehension and the speed of learning formations are already somewhat... unbelievable...

Mr. Zhuang's heart gradually became shrouded in doubt:

He had no doubt that there were young cultivators with outstanding talent in formations in the cultivation world.

But why did he happen to meet this disciple?

Why did he suddenly have the idea of ​​accepting this registered disciple when he had already decided not to accept any disciples in his life?

Are these... really coincidences?

Mr. Zhuang's face was as gloomy as water and he remained silent.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang looked worried, Mo Hua couldn't help but worry:

"Sir, am I not drawing it right?"

Mr. Zhuang came back to his senses and couldn't help but glance at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's eyes were clear and bright, like the water of Tianchi Lake, without a trace of impurities.

Looking at Mo Hua's eyes, Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, and the doubts in his heart gradually faded.

He had never been able to judge people well in his life, and it was not good to accept disciples.

This registered disciple might be a gift from God, so that he could have a well-behaved and clever little disciple in this life.

As for whether it was a coincidence, a calculation, or a hidden secret, why bother?

Since you have cultivated the Dao, you should naturally follow your heart. At this age, why should you be afraid?

Mr. Zhuang suddenly understood, and took another look at the formation core drawn by Mo Hua, and said with satisfaction:

"Yes, it's very good!"

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help laughing, his eyes narrowed like crescents.

Mr. Zhuang felt relieved for some reason, and smiled faintly.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhuang was stunned again.

He figured it out!

Mo Hua is his registered disciple.

He has now drawn the formation core of the first-grade formation. If he works harder, he can even build a first-grade formation!

A first-grade small formation master in the Qi Refining period can build a first-grade formation.

And this small formation master is his registered disciple...

Mr. Zhuang straightened his back instantly and felt proud.

He used to be a master of others, but he never taught any good disciples.

Now, just being a teacher and accepting a registered disciple, he could have such "great achievements".

Mr. Zhuang's expression was indifferent, but he was proud in his heart.

Then he felt very sorry.

He was down and out now.

Those old acquaintances, those old friends, those brilliant opponents, those friends who talked with candlelight at night, all have no intersection, and I am afraid I will never see them again in this life.

Otherwise, if he showed off this matter, he would be invincible and suppress all directions, and no one would be able to raise their heads in front of him.

The more Mr. Zhuang thought about it, the more regretful he felt, and he couldn't help but sighed: "What a pity..."

"What's a pity?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

"What a pity... nothing." Mr. Zhuang said vaguely.

Things like bragging cannot be told to Mo Hua, otherwise it will lead him astray and have a bad influence, and it will also damage his image as a detached master in the hearts of his disciples.

Mo Hua didn't know what Mr. Zhuang was thinking, so he said apprehensively:

"Sir, can I now prepare to build the formation?"

The basis for preparing to build the formation is that he must be able to draw the formation, and the key to drawing the formation is to master the formation's core.

Mo Hua didn't know much about the formation, and although he drew the formation's core, he still didn't have much confidence, so he wanted to confirm with Mr. Zhuang.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhuang looked solemn, and thought carefully about the formation's front and back joints, and then carefully looked at the formation's core drawn by Mo Hua. After thinking for a long time, he nodded slightly and praised:

"Okay!"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up instantly.

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua with a gentle look, and said with some emotion: "You can find a way to build a large formation."

Mo Hua said gratefully: "Thank you, sir!"

"No need to thank me."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, this is because you have learned well...

Mr. Zhuang thought for a while, and reminded:

"But don't be too happy too soon, building a large formation may be more difficult than drawing a large formation."

"I told you before that building a large formation requires huge manpower and material resources. For the operation of the large formation, a large amount of spiritual stones must be prepared. These are real cultivation resources, which are not so easy to raise..."

"Robbing people's money is equivalent to killing people. It's not that you say a few good words and others will be willing to hand over their assets to you."

"You have to think it over and be mentally prepared."

Mo Hua nodded, "Sir, I've thought about it!"

Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly, "Okay, as long as you have a plan."

After that, Mr. Zhuang made a few more remarks, including the subsequent material resources, manpower mobilization, array hub extension contact, and single array parallel compatibility issues.

Mo Hua remembered everything, and then bowed and left.

Seeing his small back figure leaving, Mr. Zhuang was full of fighting spirit, and couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.

Until in the dark night, in the silent bamboo room, the face of Kui Lao, as old as a dead tree, suddenly appeared.

Mr. Zhuang's smile stopped, and he couldn't help but complain:

"When you appear, can you be more natural, don't make it so gloomy..."

Old Puppet ignored him, but looked at the blood-colored demonic energy in the deep mountains, and said lightly:

"The blood is heavier, and there is also death."

Mr. Zhuang was silent for a moment, sighed, "Yes."

With death, it's troublesome...

"Can a first-grade ten-pattern formation really trap and kill this big monster?" Old Puppet asked with some doubts.

"No." Mr. Zhuang said lightly.

Old Puppet was stunned, and then his eyes were stern, looking at Mr. Zhuang, thinking he had heard it wrong:

"No?"

"No." Mr. Zhuang said again.

Old Puppet frowned, "Then you still..."

"Ten patterns won't work."

Mr. Zhuang paused in the night, his light eyes gradually revealed a sharp edge, and slowly said:

"So, what I gave him was not ten patterns... but eleven patterns of demon-slaying formations!"

Old Puppet's heart trembled, and his face showed an unbelievable look.

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