Chapter 383 Provocation

Sun Ze was shocked and said, "Does our Sun family really have such a legacy?"

Sun Yi glared at him, "How else do you think our Sun family got this business?"

"Our ancestor is a dignified second-grade formation master, how could he only pass down such a little thing?"

Sun Ze frowned, "But where is this legacy?"

He had never seen or heard of this since he was a child, but the Sun family actually had such a top-secret formation.

Sun Yi's eyelids twitched, and he sighed:

"I don't know either..."

"The ancestor passed away inexplicably, and he didn't have time to arrange anything. Some of the formations passed down are also scattered."

"The foundation of our Sun family today is still your great-grandfather and grandfather's generation, which pieced together a little from the manuscripts of the ancestor."

"There are several second-grade formations, but we can't learn them at all. Among the first-grade formations, they are all ordinary formations, and there is nothing special..."

Sun Ze couldn't help but sneer:

"Are we, the younger generation, really the ancestor's biological children?"

Sun Yi's face turned cold, and he scolded:

"Next time you say such disrespectful words, you will kneel in the ancestral hall for three days!"

Sun Ze muttered a few words, but didn't dare to say it clearly.

Sun Yi's eyes were slightly fixed.

He actually doubted this point.

The ancestor died suddenly.

But even if the death was sudden, he should have prepared earlier and sorted out some formation inheritance for them, the younger generations.

It would not be like now, they can only find some formations like leftovers from the legacy of their ancestors.

Although they rely on these formations and control the spiritual farmers, they live a comfortable life.

But the way of formations is broad and profound.

Who doesn't want to go further?

Let alone a second-grade formation master, even if he becomes a first-grade formation master, his current status will be completely different.

In the nearby Shangtai City, a first-grade formation master, even if he is only refining qi, his status is not much worse than his foundation building.

The ancestor did not leave some formation inheritance for them, the younger generations.

Could it be that they, the descendants of the Sun family, are not actually surnamed "Sun" and the blood flowing in their bodies is not actually the blood of the ancestor?

But Sun Yi only dared to think about these speculations in his heart.

The Sun family can gain a foothold in Qianjia Town and act tyrannically, firstly relying on the formation, and secondly relying on the grace of the ancestors of the Sun family.

The grace of the ancestors is legitimate, and those casual cultivators have to endure it.

Otherwise, if they really make trouble and arouse public anger, their Sun family may not end up well.

Sun Ze thought for a while and said:

"If that kid is really after our Sun family's formation that is neither passed on to the outside nor passed on to the inside, and even to no one, what should we do?"

Sun Yi sneered and said:

"Such an inheritance, how can a little kid like him covet it?"

"Even if the top-secret inheritance of a second-grade formation master is placed in front of him, he can't understand it."

"Just overestimating his own abilities!"

Sun Yi said contemptuously.

He is a formation master, although not a first-grade one, but he has deeply experienced the difficulty of formations and the hardships of learning formations.

As a foundation-building cultivator, he had such a hard time comprehending the formation, not to mention the kid who was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Sun Ze, who could only draw four formation patterns so far, also nodded in agreement.

The formation is indeed difficult to learn.

Then he said, "The kid can't understand it, but what about his master?"

Sun Yi was startled, thinking of Mr. Zhuang, who was handsome and looked like a master, and frowned:

"His master..."

He couldn't see through it at all.

He didn't know whether this person had blood, cultivation, or even divine consciousness.

If he was just pretending to be mysterious, he was just a liar with little cultivation.

If the great way was simple, so that he returned to the original nature, he was an unpredictable master.

Sun Yi couldn't figure it out, so he asked again:

"What did you find out these two days following the brother and sister?"

Sun Ze said helplessly: "Those two people are very talented, knowledgeable, good-looking, and very smart. No matter how I try, I can't find out their identities..."

"But if they are really disciples of aristocratic families, they must have foundation-building companions in the second-grade state."

"If they are not accompanied by foundation-building companions, it means they are not disciples of aristocratic families. Even if they are, they are at most poor disciples of aristocratic families..."

"We don't need to be afraid of a phoenix with fallen feathers."

Sun Ze asked again: "Dad, can you tell who among them has built a foundation? Whose divine sense did you sense that day?"

Sun Yi frowned even more.

He has been observing carefully these days, but still hasn't found the source of that divine sense.

The cultivator surnamed Zhuang has never used divine sense.

The old servant named Kui Lao is also like a piece of wood.

The two scion of noble families were full of blood and energy, and had abundant spiritual power. They had already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. Although their spiritual awareness was strong, it was not strong enough to rival that of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

As for the kid who runs to the spiritual field every day, he is so old that he doesn't even bother to look at him...

"Could it be that I saw it wrong?"

"Or maybe this divine sense comes from other cultivators and has nothing to do with this group of cultivators?"

Sun Yi was puzzled.

Sun Ze glanced at his father lightly, complained in his heart, but did not dare to say anything. He turned his eyes and asked:

"Then what should we do next?"

Sun Yi frowned, pondered for a long time, and then said:

"Let's wait and see, find out the details first..."

"If they are really from a big background, we will still treat them with courtesy."

"If they are just pretending to be mysterious and don't even have a foundation, let them know that the food in our Sun family is not so delicious."

Sun Yi lowered his voice again:

"Anyway, this place is far from Shangtai City, and if nothing serious happens, Daotingsi will not ask."

"When the time comes, I will be the knife and they will be the fish."

Sun Yi's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Where is that kid?" Sun Ze asked again, "He runs to the spiritual field for no reason, and draws formations for those peasants, which is very troublesome."

"Dare to cut off my Sun family's financial path..."

Sun Yi sneered, "Just keep an eye on him and see if he understands. If he understands, don't make things difficult for him. If he doesn't understand..."

Sun Yi's eyes turned cold, "Teach him to understand."

"What about his master?"

"It doesn't matter." Sun Yi said indifferently, "He interfered in my Sun family's affairs. In this case, we are right."

"We can also use this opportunity to test their background."

Sun Yi said meaningfully.

Sun Ze smiled sinisterly, "Dad, I understand."

...

Mo Hua still ran to the spiritual field for no reason.

His feeling became clearer and clearer.

The absolute formation was hidden in the spiritual field.

But he still had no idea where it was hidden.

Even if he used his spiritual consciousness to calculate, he couldn't calculate the specific location.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart:

"It seems that this method of derivation and calculation still needs more practice. If I can figure out where the formation is by a little calculation in my mind like Master, I won't have to go through so much trouble."

Miao'er followed Mo Hua like a little follower.

When Mo Hua went to the fields, he followed him. When Mo Hua looked at the spiritual rice, he also stared at it with wide eyes. When Mo Hua drew the formation, he also pulled the grass roots and copied it on the ground.

Of course, he drew randomly and didn't understand it. Often, he would draw a big cow and a little chicken.

Mo Hua asked him some questions.

He would also answer in a childish voice.

He didn't understand complicated things, and he didn't know the past, but he was still clear about some of the things he saw and heard in the fields.

Mo Hua would also take out cakes for him to eat.

Miaoer symbolically refused several times, but in the end he couldn't refuse, so he said crisply: "Thank you, brother!"

Then he politely took the cake, held it in his hands, put it in his mouth, and ate it slowly, his eyes smiling.

This day Mo Hua went to the spiritual field again, and Miaoer followed him hopping as usual.

But what was different from usual was that there were many people standing at the intersection, as if waiting for him.

These people were all spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village.

They were a little reserved, but they all saluted Mo Hua.

A big man in front of him bowed and said:

"Can you ask the young master... to draw some formations for us?"

After that, the spiritual farmers put the baskets and storage bags they brought with them in front of Mo Hua.

Some gave a few spiritual stones, some gave a few bags of spiritual grains, some gave a chicken, and some gave jade pendants and the like...

The big man said with some shame:

"The gift is humble, I hope the young master... won't despise it."

After that, everyone bowed and saluted Mo Hua.

Among this group of monks, there were old and young, men and women.

Some were in their twilight years, with white hair, and some were in their prime, tall and strong, but without exception, all bowed their heads to Mo Hua to show their plea.

And Mo Hua was just a thirteen-year-old monk.

Forced by life, they had to bow to a monk who was much younger than them.

Or, they had to bow to life.

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart, and nodded:

"Okay, I will help you draw it."

The big man raised his head, as if he didn't expect that Mo Hua would agree so quickly. His eyes were shocked at first, and then grateful. He clasped his fists solemnly and said:

"Thank you, young sir!"

The rest of the people were also very happy, and they all thanked:

"Thank you, young sir!"

...

Some of them had offended the Sun family, and the formation in the spiritual field was destroyed by others. The spiritual rice they planted could not yield much spiritual grain;

Some were stubborn and would not ask the Sun family for help even if they starved to death;

Most of them were like old man Ding, who had repaired the formation over and over again and owed the Sun family a debt that they could not repay...

But the Sun family didn't draw formations, so no one would draw for them.

Among the spiritual farmers, no one can draw formations.

Even if they want to learn, there is nowhere to learn.

The big man led the way respectfully in front.

Mo Hua followed him to the spiritual fields of each family, and drew formations one after another.

These formations that made them helpless were a piece of cake for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua held the pen in her small hands, almost effortlessly, and with just a few strokes, she finished outlining the formation.

A group of spiritual farmers looked at them in shock.

It was the first time they saw someone draw a formation like this.

What's more, the person who drew the formation like this was a young monk in his teens.

Ding Miaoer also looked at Mo Hua's back, her big eyes full of admiration.

Mo Hua concentrated on drawing the formation, and the originally incomplete formation in the spiritual field was completed bit by bit by him.

As he was drawing, a commotion came from afar.

Mo Hua looked back and saw a group of arrogant monks coming towards him aggressively.

As they walked, they pushed the spiritual farmers on the road and smashed the ridges of the fields, destroying the formations that Mo Hua had just drawn, one after another.

The monk in the lead, wearing brocade clothes and with a frivolous face, was Sun Ze.

He walked in front of Mo Hua and smiled sinisterly:

"You little brat, you are ignorant."

Mo Hua slowly stood up, his clear eyes faintly revealing a sharp edge:

"You are the ignorant one."