Chapter 382 Formation

Old Man Ding's grandson was lying on the table, drinking the porridge without a grain of rice in small sips, forcing himself not to look at the chicken on the table, but occasionally he couldn't help but secretly glance at it.

Old Man Ding's grandson, five or six years old, was called Ding Miao'er.

This name may be given in the hope that he can grow up smoothly like the rice seedlings in the field.

The growth of rice seedlings means a good harvest in a year.

The growth of children means peace and smoothness.

Mo Hua finished the porridge in the bowl, ate a piece of chicken, and then pushed the whole plate of meat in front of Miao'er.

"I'm full, give it to Miao'er."

Old man Ding said hurriedly: "How can this be done?"

Mo Hua said: "I'll ask you some questions, and you tell me, which will be the reward for drawing the formation."

Old man Ding said: "Young sir, if you have any questions, just ask them. I will tell you everything I know. This is my job, but this..."

Mo Hua did not allow him to refuse, "It's settled."

Ding Miao'er shook his head and said in a baby voice:

"Big brother, eat."

Mo Hua touched his head and said gently: "You eat it."

Ding Miao'er wanted to refuse.

Grandpa taught him that guests must be treated well.

But he was really hungry, and he didn't know what meat tasted like for a long time.

He couldn't help it and took a bite of chicken.

Then he lost himself in the fragrance of the chicken and ate one piece after another...

Mo Hua touched his little head again.

Ding Miao'er raised his head, eating meat in his mouth, his eyes sparkling.

Old Man Ding looked distressed.

This was his grandson, not to mention meat, he couldn't even get enough rice...

Ding Miao'er was on the side, concentrating on a plate of chicken.

Mo Hua asked Old Man Ding:

"Uncle Ding, were all the formations in this field drawn by the Sun family?"

Old Man Ding nodded, "It has been hundreds of years since the ancestors of the Sun family made revisions."

"The ancestors of the Sun family?"

Old Man Ding was a little emotional, and he told Mo Hua:

"The ancestors of the Sun family, especially the ancestor of the Sun family, are well-known great formation masters and first-class good people."

"He was originally a cultivator from another place, and somehow, the flow When he came here, he saw that the cultivators in Qianjia Town were in trouble, so he was kind and drew a formation in the spiritual field. "

"These formations can make the soil fertile and the spiritual rice harvest abundant, ensuring that we have enough food and clothing."

"The cultivators in Qianjia Town were grateful to him and tried their best to keep him. They even built a mansion for him..."

"It is the mansion of the Sun family now, but it has been renovated several times by the Sun family at a high price, and it no longer looks the same as before."

"What happened later?" Mo Hua asked.

"Later..." Old Man Ding sighed, "Later, the ancestor of the Sun family passed away for unknown reasons. I heard that he was too busy learning the formation and his sea of ​​consciousness was broken, but this is a rumor. I don't know the inside story..."

"After the ancestor of the Sun family passed away, we still remembered the kindness of the Sun family and were grateful to them. Every year when there was a harvest, we would send some spiritual grains to them."

"Gradually, these younger generations of the Sun family took this for granted. They felt that we owed them the Sun family and should "pay tribute" to them."

"Some years when the harvest was poor and we gave less, the people of the Sun family would scold us and say that we were "ungrateful." ' ungrateful wolves."

"What's worse is that they later had evil intentions. Not only did they want the harvest from the fields, but they also wanted the girls in the village to be their maids to serve them... How could we agree to this?"

"So this favor turned into hatred..."

"Later, the rift between us casual cultivators and the Sun family deepened. The Sun family relied on these formations and asked for a lot of money. Most of our annual harvest had to be provided to them."

"But we couldn't refuse. This place is close to the mountains, the land is barren, and without formations, the spiritual rice in the fields will soon dry up..."

Old man Ding sighed deeply.

Mo Hua listened with some emotion and asked again:

"What about the formation in this land? It was also passed down by the ancestors of the Sun family. Has it never changed?"

Old man Ding scratched his head, recalled, and said:

"It seems not..."

"According to the older generation of cultivators in the village, the formation drawn by the ancestors of the Sun family is traceless and does not need to be repaired, and can be used for many years."

"Most of the current formations are drawn by the younger generation of the Sun family. They often break and need to be repaired."

But he didn't know more details.

The story of the ancestors of the Sun family was a long time ago, and he also heard about it. He knew nothing about the formation and couldn't explain it.

Mo Hua frowned.

This is strange.

Since it is a formation, how can it be traceless?

The younger generation of the Sun family should know the formation drawn by their ancestors, so why did they draw it again?

Is it just to use the formation to threaten and exploit the cultivators who farm the land?

Does the Sun family know what kind of formation their ancestor drew?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out, and thought of another question:

"The Sun family asked you to sell your children, but didn't ask you to sell the land to them?"

Generally speaking, spiritual land is the most important.

There must be a reason why the Sun family left such a big piece of fat meat uneaten.

"The Sun family has an ancestral precept..."

"Ancestral precept?"

Old man Ding nodded, "The ancestor of the Sun family set an ancestral precept back then: All children of the Sun family are not allowed to occupy a piece of land in Qianjia Town for life, otherwise they will be stripped of their surnames, the family tree will be destroyed, and they will be expelled from the family!"

Mo Hua was slightly surprised and sighed: "This ancestor of the Sun family is really a broad-minded and good formation master, what a pity..."

It's a pity that his descendants are not good.

Over there, Ding Miaoer finally finished eating the chicken, looking at Mo Hua, a little embarrassed, blushing.

This chicken was originally used by his grandfather to entertain Mo Hua, but he ate it all.

Mo Hua smiled and said:

"I want to go to the fields to have a look, can you take me there?"

Miao'er, who had eaten his fill, nodded his little head immediately: "Yes!"

After that, Old Man Ding and Miao'er took Mo Hua to visit the spiritual fields again.

Mo Hua asked some questions, and Old Man Ding answered them one by one.

But Mo Hua still couldn't find any clues to the absolute formation.

Looking around, there was only the six-patterned soil formation in the spiritual fields.

It was getting dark, so Mo Hua said goodbye and returned to the Sun family.

After meeting Mr. Zhuang and greeting him, Mo Hua went back to the house and exchanged information with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Bai Zisheng said:

"The head of the Sun family, Sun Yi, is a fool!"

"What's so stupid about him?" Mo Hua didn't quite understand.

Bai Zisheng looked around and whispered:

"He has been learning formations for seventy or eighty years, and has built a foundation, but his formations are not even at the first level, and his spiritual awareness is not even at the tenth level..."

Mo Hua opened his mouth wide, "Is he a blockhead?"

Bai Zixi glanced at Mo Hua silently, and said lightly:

"Not everyone learns formations so quickly."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, and whispered: "It shouldn't be that slow... What does he do every day?"

Bai Zisheng curled his lips, "Eating and drinking tea, watching women dance, and even invited me and Zixi to watch..."

"Doesn't he learn formations?"

"Yes." Bai Zisheng said, "I only practice one formation every day..."

Mo Hua was silent.

No wonder...

I only practice one formation every day, not even a fraction of my own...

When will he become a first-level formation master?

It seems that he is not poor in comprehension, but indulges in comfort and is lazy.

"What about the formation level of the rest of the Sun family?"

Bai Zisheng was even more disdainful, "One cowardly soldier, a cowardly general."

"If the head of the family is like this, don't count on the others. His son, Sun Ze, can only draw four formation patterns until now..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

The ancestors of the Sun family had a second-grade great formation master who could truly benefit the cultivators in a region.

And this second-grade formation master may have comprehended the ultimate formation.

But he didn't expect his descendants to be so domineering and indulge in pleasure.

Even after building the foundation, he didn't become a first-grade formation master.

"What about you, did you find out anything?" Bai Zisheng asked Mo Hua.

Mo Hua told him what he had found out, including the things about the ancestors of the Sun family, as well as the monopoly of formations for profit, the spiritual farmers' lack of rice, etc.

Bai Zisheng got angry when he heard this, "I didn't expect that he is not only a fool, but also a bad guy."

Mo Hua asked, "Will the Dao Ting Division not take care of things like the Sun family?"

Bai Zisheng didn't understand, so he looked at Bai Zixi.

Bai Zixi thought for a moment and said softly,

"Generally, they won't take care of it."

"The Dao Ting Division is set up in Xiancheng and governs the territory of Xiancheng. The areas outside Xiancheng are governed by local families, sects, or local elders, and they just need to pay some spiritual stone taxes every year."

"The Dao Ting Division has the right to take care of such small places, but it is out of reach. Generally, unless something major happens, they won't bother to ask about it."

Mo Hua nodded.

The Dao Ting Division has a strict hierarchy, but some places below are fragmented, with intertwined interests, and are relatively loosely managed.

As long as it does not affect the stability of the Dao Ting Division, many things will be turned a blind eye by the higher authorities.

Mo Hua couldn't help but look at Bai Zixi and praised:

"Senior sister, you know a lot."

Bai Zixi nodded slightly, her expression calm, but her long eyelashes blinked, and there was a hint of pride in her beauty.

"Then you still haven't found the clues of the ultimate formation?" Bai Zisheng asked.

Mo Hua nodded regretfully.

"What are you going to do next?"

"I'll go to Dongshan Village and the spiritual field when I have time. I've calculated that there should be clues in the spiritual field."

Even if there is no ultimate formation in the hundred hectares of spiritual field now, it is very likely that the ancestor of the Sun family had drawn the ultimate formation before.

That is what old man Ding said, the "traceless" formation...

In the next few days, Mo Hua would still go to Dongshan Village when he had time.

The Sun family told Sun Ze about his movements.

Sun Ze then reported it to his father, Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family.

"Dad, what does this kid want to do?" Sun Ze said unhappily.

Sun Yi frowned and said nothing.

"I sent someone to ask, that kid ran to the spiritual field a few days ago, built a soil-cultivating formation, and then went to an old man's house, had a meal, and then walked around the spiritual field a few times."

"In the past few days, he went there almost every day."

Sun Yi's eyes flashed, "You said he built a soil-cultivating formation?"

Sun Ze nodded.

Sun Yi couldn't believe it, "Such a young kid can actually cultivate the six-pattern Yu Tu formation?"

He looked at his son again, and said with regret:

"You should spend a little more time on the right things. Until now, you can only draw a four-pattern formation. It's a disgrace to my Sun family!"

"Dad, you are not much better. You have built your foundation, but you are not even a first-grade formation master..."

Sun Ze complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, let alone talk back, so he said:

"Dad, what do you think this kid wants to do without showing off?"

Sun Yi's expression gradually became solemn, and suddenly his eyes were bright:

"Formation... He is not going to take over my Sun family's formation inheritance..."

Sun Ze was also surprised, and then he was stunned, and said a little disappointedly:

"But, Dad... What can we inherit from our family's formation?"

Aren't they all some common stuff?

It can only deceive those peasants who don't know the formation and only know how to farm.

They said that the formation in the field must be repaired by their Sun family.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is just an ordinary soil-cultivating formation.

"Dad, it's okay for you to deceive others, but don't deceive yourself..." Sun Ze said.

Sun Yi rebuked: "What do you know? Our Sun family has a secret inheritance from our ancestors!"