Chapter 395 Formation

Bai Zisheng happily patrolled with the spiritual farmers every day, while Mo Hua sat on the ridge of the field, quietly drawing the soil-cultivating formation.

Bai Zixi was also helping Mo Hua with the formation.

She squatted beside Mo Hua, holding the pen with her white hands, with an elegant posture and a demure demeanor. The formation pattern she drew was graceful and beautiful.

Mo Hua secretly glanced at it and was shocked. She couldn't help but sigh:

"Junior sister, the formation you drew is so beautiful!"

"Is it beautiful?"

There was a hint of doubt in Bai Zixi's beautiful eyes.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zixi looked at the formation he drew, then at the one drawn by Mo Hua, and asked curiously:

"Isn't it almost the same?"

The same formation, the formation pattern is the same, and at first glance, there is not much difference.

But Mo Hua shook his head, "It's different."

The formation he drew himself was too skilled, so the structure was well-organized and the brushwork was calm.

However, the painting by his junior sister was delicate and elegant, with the right amount of ink and brush.

Mo Hua secretly glanced at Bai Zixi again, thinking that as the saying goes, a person's handwriting reflects his personality, so could it be that the formation is also like the person?

The person is good-looking, so the formation is also good-looking?

Bai Zixi saw Mo Hua blinking, wondering what she was thinking, so he asked:

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing..."

Bai Zixi felt that Mo Hua was hiding something from her, her eyes flashed, and she said nothing.

Then she stared at Mo Hua for a few seconds, and suddenly pointed at her fair cheek with her finger.

Mo Hua was stunned, not knowing what she meant.

Bai Zixi said: "Your face is dirty."

"Dirty?" Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Is it stained with ink?"

He wiped it a few times, looked at his palm, and asked in confusion:

"It's not dirty..."

"Dirty." Bai Zixi said firmly.

"It's okay, I'll wash it later." Mo Hua said.

Bai Zixi shook her head, "I'm your senior sister, I'll help you wipe it."

After saying that, she stretched out her little hand and wiped Mo Hua's cheek.

It was just that the action was like pinching, wiping, and rubbing...

The fingers were cold and soft.

After Bai Zixi rubbed Mo Hua's right face, she began to rub the left face.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Is the left face dirty too?"

"It's dirty!" Bai Zixi nodded.

Mo Hua had no choice but to let her rub her face.

After a while, Bai Zixi finished rubbing and nodded, "Wipe it clean!"

Mo Hua asked suspiciously, "Really?"

Bai Zixi pursed her lips and said calmly:

"I'm your senior sister, I won't lie to you."

Mo Hua nodded, without any doubt, and began to draw the formation seriously.

But this time when he was drawing the formation, he always felt that the little senior sister was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally. Although she looked normal, her eyes occasionally hid a smile.

Mo Hua felt that he had seen it wrong.

Junior Sister usually looks calm and rarely shows emotions.

Mo Hua was confused again, but because he had to draw the formation and concentrate, he quickly put everything behind his mind.

It was not until he went back at night that Mo Hua realized something was wrong.

Because Mr. Zhuang couldn't help laughing when he saw him.

Bai Zisheng was even more exaggerated, holding his stomach and laughing non-stop, almost laughing tears.

"What's wrong?" Mo Hua didn't understand.

Bai Zisheng smiled and said intermittently:

"Haha, big... big painted face!"

Mo Hua found a mirror, took a look, and then was stunned.

His face, the left and right sides, were all painted with ink, looking like a big cat.

Mo Hua was stunned.

Who did it?

Who could hide from his consciousness and paint his face under his nose?

Then he figured it out in an instant, and couldn't help turning his head and looking at Bai Zixi.

His junior sister rubbed his face!

Bai Zixi pretended to be calm, but pursed her lips slightly, obviously trying not to smile.

Mo Hua was shocked.

He never expected that Bai Zixi would be such a little sister!

Bai Zixi was usually elegant and quiet, with a calm expression, but he didn't expect that she would do such a little prank.

"Little sister!"

Mo Hua was a little angry, with two eyebrows erected, with a big painted face, more like an angry cat.

This time Bai Zixi finally couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

This smile was like a blooming ephemeral flower.

Although the face was changed, it was still clear and beautiful.

The eyes filled with smiles were like hibiscus with morning dew, and like crystal clear glass, shining and colorful.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly surprised.

Mo Hua was a little stunned.

It was the first time he saw Bai Zixi smile like this.

Bai Zisheng was slightly stunned, and then disappointed. There was some relief in his heart, and a little heartache.

His sister, it's been a long time since she laughed like this...

After a good laugh, Bai Zixi helped Mo Hua wash his face.

Mo Hua looked in the mirror, checked again and again, and then nodded.

Bai Zixi whispered: "I'm sorry..."

But there was still a smile on her lips.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little helpless.

Bai Zixi smiled all day long. Whenever he saw Mo Hua and thought of his big cat-like face, he couldn't help but smile.

After another day, he felt better and his expression returned to normal.

Although there was still a faint smile between his eyebrows, he was much more cheerful than before, and his eyes were much softer.

Mo Hua didn't know why, but he felt a little relieved.

...

The soil-cultivating formation was simple, and Mo Hua drew it very quickly. With Bai Zixi's help, he finished drawing the soil-cultivating formation in the spiritual field in a few days.

The overall layout of the spiritual field was also matched with the thick earth formation by the spiritual farmers working day and night.

After drawing the soil formation, the next step is to outline the formation pattern of the thick earth formation.

Ink painting needs to use spiritual ink to connect all the ridges of the field to make the formation pattern of the entire thick earth formation effective.

The spiritual field of 100 hectares is connected to form a huge thick earth formation.

The formation pen needs a large hair and consumes a lot of spiritual ink, but the consumption of spiritual consciousness is actually not much different from that of a small thick earth formation.

The spiritual consciousness consumption of the formation is only related to the difficulty of the formation itself, that is, the number of formation patterns.

The size of the formation itself has an impact on the consumption of spiritual consciousness, but the impact is not very large.

Therefore, in order to truly connect the formation pattern with spiritual ink on the spiritual field and make the thick earth formation effective, the greatest difficulty for ink painting is not in spiritual consciousness, but in physical strength and spiritual power.

The formation requires a single thought, and the spiritual thought cannot be interrupted.

When connecting the thick earth array, Mo Hua must also walk through all the ridges on the spiritual field at once, injecting spiritual power into the spiritual ink while drawing the spiritual ink on the ridges, so that the array pattern can be completed in one go.

Mo Hua looked at the vast spiritual field in front of him and couldn't help sighing.

This method is too stupid.

If he really had to draw it like this, it would be too embarrassing, and he didn't have the demeanor of a formation master at all.

But he had no other way.

With his cultivation in the Qi Refining Stage and his current ability, he could only use this stupid method to connect large single arrays.

"I wonder if there will be other means of drawing arrays after the Qi Refining Stage that will be more convenient..."

Mo Hua thought and sighed again.

After that, Mo Hua carefully concentrated and began to draw the thick earth array in the spiritual field according to the plan.

He held a large brush, dipped it in spiritual ink, and began to connect the entire spiritual field along the ridge according to the array pattern of the thick earth array in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This process is long and cannot be wrong, otherwise you have to start all over again, which is time-consuming and laborious.

Fortunately, Mo Hua had rehearsed it beforehand.

He also tried to walk the route many times.

He also considered the possible problems in advance and thought about how to solve them.

So the overall process was relatively smooth.

Bai Zisheng, Bai Zixi, Miao'er and all the other spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village gathered by the field, watching Mo Hua draw the formation.

Mo Hua walked without stopping, from morning to night, and from night to morning.

As he walked, a long, winding, and clear ink mark with mysterious meaning was left on the ridge.

In the ink mark, there was spiritual power flowing.

Mo Hua walked through ridges after ridges, leaving a stroke of formation pattern.

As he walked through more ridges, the more formation patterns there were, and the more spiritual fields were connected...

When Mo Hua finally finished drawing, his strength and spiritual power were almost exhausted. He sat by the field like a dehydrated fish, gasping for breath.

At the same time, a flash of light appeared in the spiritual field.

A strong vitality spread out.

The entire spiritual field seemed to be one, echoing each other through the array pattern.

From the spiritual field, a continuous breath of the earth emerged, warming the land and nourishing the rice seedlings.

All the spiritual rice in the field seemed to be nourished by the breath of the earth, and it grew a little stronger with the naked eye, and the color was as green as jade.

…

All the spiritual farmers around the field were shocked and speechless.

They knew that this array was not simple, but they didn't expect it to be so mysterious.

Is this the work of the ancestor of the Sun family back then...

The elders of Dongshan Village, feeling the breath of the spiritual field and looking at the rice seedlings in the field, couldn't help but lose their minds for a while, and then they were so excited that they burst into tears.

Such a fertile spiritual field, as long as it can be preserved, is enough for their descendants to no longer have to endure hunger...

And at this time, the Sun family.

The head of the Sun family, who was reading the formation book, also felt a strong vitality. He stood up suddenly and looked at the spiritual field in the distance with shock.

"Is this... a formation?"

"Impossible..."