Chapter 373 First Grade

Mo Hua was awakened by the bell of Cang Yun Sect.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and then realized that he was participating in the first-grade array master's fixed-grade test, and there was only a cup of tea before the end of the test.

Mo Hua checked his answer sheet again, and found that there was no problem, so he lay on the table again, waiting to hand in the paper.

The tabletop was smooth and cold, and it was quite comfortable to lie on it.

It was just that the examiner kept staring at him, which made Mo Hua a little uncomfortable.

But he was the examiner, so it seemed that there was nothing wrong with doing so.

After a cup of tea, the bell rang again.

One after another, array masters sealed their answer sheets and handed them in to the examiner.

Mo Hua also followed suit, mixed in the crowd, and handed his answer sheet to the examiner.

Mo Hua felt that he was already very low-key, but along the way, many array masters still looked at him.

And the examiner, with a serious expression, stared at him when no one else looked at him, and even seemed to be hesitant to speak.

This made Mo Hua a little confused.

He didn't do anything...

Could it be because he slept during the exam?

After handing in the paper, Mo Hua left the Wenxian Hall and suddenly felt relaxed.

The test itself was not tiring, and he finished answering it quickly.

On the contrary, being stared at by others was a bit tiring.

Mo Hua's spiritual sense was strong, and he could sense anyone looking at him.

When others looked at him, his spiritual sense would move with him, and over time, it was still very tiring.

After the exam, Mo Hua would stay in Cangyun Sect for three days.

During these three days, the examiner from Tianshu Pavilion would review the answer sheets, review the formations, and finally evaluate the number of first-grade formation masters.

When Mo Hua had nothing to do, he would practice formations by himself, or go to Qingshan City with his father Mo Shan. If he saw something interesting, he would buy some and think of giving it back to his mother.

Two days later, the answer sheet had been reviewed.

In the closed hall, the first-grade answer sheet was temporarily put together.

There are several examination halls for the rank assessment, and each hall has an examiner. At this time, these examiners gathered together and began to discuss the rank assessment:

"This Zhao Cheng from Qingxuan City is 196 years old and has a strong writing ability. In my opinion, he can be awarded the first rank..."

"He is conservative and lacks spiritual change. I don't think he is very good..."

"Qingshan City, Yang Xu, 86 years old, has a deep foundation in formations and can be called a young and promising man."

"The Yang family has a good foundation, but at 86 years old, he is a little young. Let's give more places to some old formation masters..."

"How many places do we have?"

"Not many. Several big families have contacted and asked for a few places. Those sects have also reserved some. There are two more places, which are donated by Jindan cultivators for their descendants with spirit stones..."

"At most, there are less than five left."

"Alas... It's hard for people." An examiner sighed.

"What else can we do? We can't afford to offend the higher-ups, and we can't not do it..."

...

Several examiners were talking about it.

An examiner with a stern face looked at an answer sheet without saying a word, his face full of disbelief.

"Brother Zhao, what are you looking at?" an examiner asked curiously.

The examiner surnamed Zhao came back to his senses, and then he spread out the answer sheet in his hand and said slowly:

"Look at this formation..."

Everyone looked over and was a little surprised:

"Good writing skills!"

"Very profound!"

"It flows smoothly and is done in one go. It actually has some master style..."

"It's really good!"

...

After the praise, another examiner asked in confusion:

"Such a good formation, we actually missed it?"

"Such a formation attainment is not included in the proposed first-grade ranks?"

A middle-aged examiner smiled bitterly and said:

"I eliminated it..."

Others frowned and asked: "Why?"

The examiner pointed to the name column on the eyebrow of the answer sheet, "Guess how old this formation master is?"

The words "ink painting" were written on the eyebrow.

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other and speculated:

"With such a deep foundation, he must be at least 100 or 200 years old?"

"I guess more than 200..."

"Under 100 years old, it is not impossible. After all, there are countless geniuses among formation masters..."

The middle-aged examiner slowly said: "Thirteen years old."

Everyone was stunned.

"How many?"

"Thirteen."

"Are you kidding."

"At thirteen years old, how many formations can you draw and how many formation books can you read?"

"One hundred and thirty years old is about right..."

The examiner surnamed Zhao sighed, "It's thirteen years old."

The room was silent for a while.

"Really thirteen years old?"

"Impossible."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Did he draw this himself? Could it be that someone else wrote it for him..."

"There is someone invigilating, how can I write for someone else?"

"Who is the invigilator?"

The examiner surnamed Zhao, who looked serious and rigid, said calmly: "It's me."

Now everyone was speechless.

Someone asked: "Brother Zhao, did he really draw this formation?"

The examiner surnamed Zhao smiled bitterly, "Yes."

He didn't want to believe it, but the formation was in front of him, so he had to believe it.

Before, he just wanted to turn over the paper of Mo Hua to see what he had drawn. If it was really nonsense, he would report it to Tianshu Pavilion and hold the local Daotingsi accountable.

But he didn't expect that this formation would make him ashamed...

Another person asked the middle-aged examiner, "If that's the case, this kid draws so well, why do you exclude him?"

The middle-aged examiner said helplessly: "He is too young... We have to consider carefully whether to give a formation master under 100 years old a first-grade one, not to mention that he is only thirteen..."

"If we really give him a first-grade one, others will definitely say that we have a conspiracy..."

An examiner nodded, "No need for others to say, I think there is a conspiracy myself."

"What a pity... This formation is really well drawn, anyway, I am inferior to it..."

Everyone felt a little regretful.

But the examiner surnamed Zhao said in a deep voice: "Give him a first-grade one."

The other formation masters were stunned.

The middle-aged examiners frowned and said:

"If we give him the first rank, it will surely be questioned and criticized. If Tianshu Pavilion investigates, we will be in trouble."

"Besides, he is too young. There will be many opportunities in the future. There is no need to rush now."

Examiner Zhao said: "If we don't give him the first rank, we will be in more trouble."

The middle-aged examiner frowned: "Brother Zhao, what do you mean?"

Examiner Zhao said slowly: "As we all know, learning formations requires a master. Without the guidance of a famous master, it will be difficult to make any progress."

"He is thirteen years old and can reach the first rank level. He must have been taught by a master."

"We don't know who this master is, but his identity and background, and his attainments in formations must be very deep. We can't afford to offend him..."

"This is just one of the reasons," examiner Zhao raised his index finger.

"Second," he then raised his second finger and sighed: "We can't afford to offend this child either."

Everyone was stunned, and then gradually figured it out.

At the age of thirteen, he is at the first rank of formations, with amazing talent.

Once he becomes a second-grade or higher formation master in the future, he will remember their grudges, dig up their old scores, and hold them accountable. Who can bear this?

"And there is one more thing."

The examiner surnamed Zhao added, "This child's talent for formations is even more terrible than you think now."

Everyone frowned in confusion.

The examiner surnamed Zhao was silent for a long time, and sighed bitterly:

"He spent most of the time sleeping during the exam..."

The examiners looked stunned.

"Sleeping?"

"How can it be that he actually slept?"

Seeing that they didn't understand, the examiner surnamed Zhao said helplessly:

"That is to say, he only took a very short time to draw all the first-grade formations used in the assessment, and then he was bored and slept until the end of the exam..."

The examiners pondered carefully, and when they came to their senses, they all felt choked and chilled in their hearts.

Who is this person?

Is this something a human can do?

Where on earth did this little demon come from...

"So," the examiner surnamed Zhao looked around and said in a deep voice, "We must give him a first-grade rank!"

The examiners looked at each other, and were all stunned and speechless.

At this point, this first-grade rank must be given.

An examiner sighed and murmured:

"At the age of thirteen, this is probably the youngest first-grade formation master in the Black Mountain State in the past thousand years..."

...

The next day, when the results were announced, Mo Hua saw his name on the first-grade list.

Mo Hua was delighted.

"Tongxian City, Mo Hua, first-grade formation master."

On the list, there was only the place of origin and name, no other information.

Mo Hua did not shout "I passed!"

So the formation masters around him did not know that he had passed the rank and became a first-grade formation master.

After the joy, Mo Hua felt surprised, but after thinking about it, he was not surprised.

The surprise was that there was really no shady deal.

Not surprisingly, the answer sheet was too simple. Becoming a first-class formation master was not difficult for him now.

His father Mo Shan was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Although he had known for a long time that Mo Hua had the ability of a first-class formation master, it was still different to be officially determined by the Dao Court.

Mo Shan then hosted a banquet for several officials who were traveling with him in the dining hall of Qingshan City, both to thank and to celebrate.

Several officials were proud of it.

This trip can be said to be a fruitful return.

He ate and drank for free, had a good time, and successfully determined his grade and became a first-class formation master.

After that, he went back to Cangyun Sect to pack up and go home.

Before leaving, Mo Hua unexpectedly met the examiner who was invigilating him.

Mo Hua stepped forward and bowed. Just when he was wondering how to address her, the examiner said:

"My surname is Zhao, and I am the academic director of Tianshu Pavilion."

Mo Hua didn't know what position the academic director of Tianshu Pavilion was, but he still said respectfully: "Sir Academic Director."

Zhao Xue Zheng said frankly: "I have an unwelcome request."

"Please tell me, Academic Director."

"Come with me."

Zhao Xue Zheng took Mo Hua to an empty hall, spread out the array paper, took out the pen and ink, and said to Mo Hua: "Can you please draw another Molten Fire Array for me to see."

Mo Hua asked in confusion: "Is this the follow-up assessment of the first-grade array master?"

Zhao Xue Zheng shook his head, "No, it's my personal request."

Mo Hua was relieved and nodded, and then held the pen in his little hand, and finished drawing the Molten Fire Array in a short while.

Although he had expected it, Zhao Xue Zheng was still shocked.

That day, the child's brush was moving like a dragon, and he was really drawing a formation...

It's just that his brushwork was too skillful and casual, and he was too young, so it looked like a child's scribbles.

It was done effortlessly, and this was the manifestation of the first-grade formation reaching perfection.

How high is this child's comprehension, and how many times has he drawn formations...

Zhao Xuezheng's mood was up and down, and finally he could only sigh in his heart:

"There are always people beyond the sky..."

Zhao Xuezheng's attitude suddenly became more serious, and with a hint of respect, he bowed and said:

"Thank you, my friend!"

Mo Hua didn't know what he was thanking him for, anyway, he habitually waved his hand and said: "Xuezheng is polite."

Zhao Xuezheng nodded slightly, with admiration in his eyes, and then said:

"This farewell, we will meet again in the future!"

Mo Hua also bowed and said goodbye, and then followed his father Mo Shan, got on the carriage of Dao Tingsi, and left Cangyun Sect leisurely, embarking on the road home.

Zhao Xuezhen stood on the peak of Cangyun Sect, watching Mo Hua's carriage travel far away, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, a disciple from Tianshu Pavilion came over and asked Zhao Xuezhen to go to Wenxian Hall to discuss matters.

Zhao Xuezhen nodded, but did not move.

The disciple was a little confused. Following Xuezhen's gaze, he saw the carriage that was about to disappear in the green mountains, and asked with some doubt:

"Xuezhen, is this little formation master surnamed Mo really so powerful?"

The disciple's surname is Zhao, and he belongs to the same clan as Zhao Xuezhen, so they have some origins, so Zhao Xuezhen brought him out for this assessment to experience some experience.

Zhao Xuezhen nodded and said, "This is the most talented formation master I have ever seen."

The disciple was stunned and frowned, saying, "It's impossible to be better than the seventh young master of our Zhao family. His talent is not bad..."

The disciple was a little dissatisfied, "Although the seventh young master was determined to be a first-class formation master at the age of 20, if the ancestor hadn't let him settle down, he would have been able to participate in the determination of the formation at a long time. Not to mention thirteen, at least fifteen years old can become a first-class formation master."

"And our Zhao family has a long history of formation learning and a solid foundation. The seventh young master had to learn a lot since he was a child, which slowed down the progress of the determination."

"In terms of talent and formation prospects, this little brother surnamed Mo may not be as good as our seventh young master..."

"You don't understand." Zhao Xuezhen shook his head.

The disciple was puzzled, "What don't you understand?"

Zhao Xuezheng looked into the distance again, sighed, and said slowly:

"The seventh young master was assigned to the first rank because he could be assigned to the first rank, and this child was assigned to the first rank because we can only be assigned to the first rank..."

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