Chapter 440 Strict Teaching

"Instructor Yan... is he drawing a formation for the zombie village?"

Mo Hua's face was filled with worry.

Will Instructor Yan become bad...

He wanted to find out, so he released his spiritual sense to see if there was anyone drawing a formation in the zombie village.

The majestic spiritual sense spread out, and the outline of the zombie village disappeared.

In all the whiteness, the light blue, light white, black and gray air were entangled with each other.

This is the true nature of the spiritual energy under the surface of the world.

Or, it is just a deeper surface.

Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated his mind, searching room by room, checking each cultivator one by one.

After a cup of tea, he finally found something.

In a secluded and narrow room, there was a cultivator living alone, with a cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining, sitting at the table, concentrating on drawing a formation.

At the tip of his pen, neat formation patterns were drawn, and the formation under his pen gradually appeared.

It seemed to be a spirit gathering formation.

When Mo Hua was spying on him with his spiritual sense.

He paused as if he had sensed something, looked up and looked around, and then his eyes were blank.

"Is there anyone?"

"No, this is the zombie village, there can't be outsiders..."

"But..."

He frowned.

He did sense a trace of breath just now.

This breath was very familiar, as if it was an old friend, but when he looked closely, there was no trace.

"Is it an illusion..."

He shook his head, as if he thought of something, sighed slightly, and continued to draw the formation.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

It was the breath of Master Yan!

He thought for a while, then hid his body, used his body skills, tiptoed to a roof, lay on his back, stuck his head out, and looked into the room.

The small room was simple in layout, with only a bed, a table, and a chair.

In addition, there were all array books and array diagrams, as well as array-related items such as pens and ink.

Someone in the room was drawing arrays, dressed simply and standing straight.

His face was serious, a little tired, but his eyes were firm.

It was the familiar Instructor Yan!

Mo Hua was slightly excited.

Mo Hua had not seen Instructor Yan since he left Tongxian City.

Instructor Yan had taught him about arrays, and Mo Hua would occasionally miss him.

I don't know how Instructor Yan is doing, whether his path is going smoothly, whether his arrays have improved, whether he has found a Taoist partner...

Later, when he arrived in Nanyue City, he heard that Instructor Yan had disappeared in the mine, and Mo Hua had been a little worried.

Seeing Instructor Yan safe and sound at this moment, Mo Hua was relieved.

Mo Hua thought about it and did not rush to meet Instructor Yan, but decided to observe first to see what Instructor Yan was doing.

Times have changed, and people's hearts are easy to change.

Mo Hua was not sure if the current Yan Jiaoshi was still the same Yan Jiaoshi as before.

Did he help the zombie village do bad things?

Mo Hua calmed down, frowned, and observed secretly.

Yan Jiaoshi was still drawing the formation. He was serious and meticulous, and had no idea that he was being "spying" by his former student.

After drawing the formation, Yan Jiaoshi read the formation book again, flipped through some formation diagrams, and made notes.

Mo Hua nodded slightly. This was what Yan Jiaoshi taught him.

You need to be diligent in learning the formation.

Read more, learn more, think more, and remember more.

Yan Jiaoshi read the formation book for a while, and was disturbed not long after.

A corpse cultivator dressed in gray and with a deathly pale face knocked on Yan Jiaoshi's door.

"Mr. Yan."

Teacher Yan frowned, looking unhappy. He didn't like being disturbed when studying the formation, but he still stood up, opened the door, and said calmly:

"What's the matter?"

The corpse cultivator said: "The formation on the west side of the village is broken..."

This Mo Hua knew, because he was the one who deliberately broke it!

Teacher Yan frowned, "Broken?"

The corpse cultivator bowed and said: "Please Mr. Yan go over and take a look."

The corpse cultivator said "please", but his expression was cold, and he didn't have the attitude of "please", and it seemed that he would not allow Teacher Yan to refuse.

Teacher Yan nodded, "Wait a moment."

Then he went into the house, found a few pens, picked up a few bottles of ink, and found a formation map, put them all in the storage bag, and said to the corpse cultivator:

"Let's go."

The corpse cultivator led Teacher Yan out.

Before leaving, Teacher Yan locked the house and opened the formation.

It seemed that he didn't want others to enter this room.

But as long as it is a formation, Mo Hua cannot defend against it.

After Instructor Yan left, Mo Hua quietly solved the formation on the roof and quietly fell into the house from the roof.

He did not flip through it, but just glanced at it roughly, judging what formation Instructor Yan was drawing by the formation aura and pattern type.

Most of the formations in the house are five-element formations.

Mo Hua is very familiar with the five-element formation, so he can tell the general idea at a glance.

It is a regular and formal formation, not an evil formation.

In addition, there are a few rare formations, which are not difficult.

There are several formation diagrams on the table, with traces of being flipped through for many years.

These formation diagrams are Molten Fire Array, Earth and Stone Array, etc., which are formations that are often used in the assessment of the first-grade formation master.

It seems that Instructor Yan is still working hard to become a first-grade formation master.

After looking at the formations drawn by Instructor Yan, Mo Hua nodded. Preliminary judgment shows that Instructor Yan has reached the level of a first-grade formation master.

Unfortunately, his knowledge is not wide enough.

Once the formations for the assessment are more remote and tricky, the difficulty of the assessment will be very high.

This depends on a little luck, or opportunity.

In addition, there are no absolute formations and no evil formations.

Mo Hua is a little disappointed, but also very fortunate.

Disappointingly, there is no clue of the absolute formation.

Fortunately, Instructor Yan did not master the absolute formation, nor did he help the evil to draw evil formations for the corpse cultivators in the walking corpse village to help them refine and raise corpses.

Mo Hua guessed that Instructor Yan might have just been held hostage.

Because of his status as a formation master, he saved his life. Because of his status as a formation master, he was forced by the corpse cultivators to join the walking corpse village and draw some formations for them to build the camp.

After all, formation masters are rare talents in cultivation no matter where they go.

This is especially true for Instructor Yan, who is a formation master of almost first-class level.

But this is just his own guess. Whether it is true or not, he needs to ask to know.

Mo Hua found a stool, sat in the corner, hid his figure, and waited quietly for Instructor Yan to come back.

Half an hour later, Instructor Yan came back.

The corpse cultivator sent Instructor Yan to the door, watched Instructor Yan enter the house, and then turned and left.

After Instructor Yan entered the house, he sighed, went back to the table, and began to read the formation book.

As he read, Instructor Yan muttered:

"How could the formation be broken?"

Suddenly, his expression was stern, and he felt something was wrong.

The formation can't break down for no reason.

Then Yan Jiaoxi was startled, and his pupils shrank slightly.

It seems that someone has been in his room!

He immediately stood up and scanned with his spiritual sense, but found nothing.

Obviously, the tables, chairs, books and pictures had not been touched, but he just had a hunch that someone seemed to have come in and looked through something.

Who is it? !

And why?

Yan Jiaoxi frowned, his expression solemn.

At this moment, a small hand gently patted Yan Jiaoxi's shoulder.

Yan Jiaoxi felt a chill in his heart and his scalp tingled.

Is there someone in the room?

And this person, at this moment, is standing behind him? !

When Yan Jiaoxi was feeling uneasy, he heard a crisp voice asking:

"Yan Jiaoxi, why are you a thief?"

This voice is a child's voice, crisp and pleasant.

Moreover, very, very familiar...

Teacher Yan suddenly turned around, opened his mouth wide, and spoke after a long while:

"Mo...Mo Hua?!"

Mo Hua smiled brightly, "Teacher Yan, long time no see."

Teacher Yan was completely stunned.

He blinked and looked at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was still the same as he remembered, delicate and cute, with clear eyes and eyebrows, but she was a few years older and a little taller.

In addition to her shining eyes, she also had some unfathomable depth, like a deep and lustrous jade.

Teacher Yan blinked again, looked at Mo Hua, and then said with relief:

"It turned out to be a dream..."

When people get old, they like to reminisce about the past.

It seems that he is thinking about Tongxian City again, and the child Mo Hua...

Teacher Yan was relieved, and his expression was quite emotional.

Mo Hua was speechless and said helplessly:

"Teacher Yan, it's me, I'm here to find you."

Teacher Yan was slightly startled.

As far as dreams are concerned...

This voice is a little too clear.

Mo Hua's expression is a little too vivid.

He looked intently and seemed to see Mo Hua's delicate face.

Teacher Yan looked up again and saw that the mountain was dark and cold, but the sun was indeed hanging high between the cliffs.

How could he dream in broad daylight?

Teacher Yan was startled, then he stretched out his hand with some trembling, gently supported Mo Hua's shoulder, and said in disbelief:

"Really... is it really Mo Hua?"

Teacher Yan's voice trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

He didn't expect that he would actually see Mo Hua again in this life...

Mo Hua was also somewhat touched and nodded:

"It's me!"

Teacher Yan suddenly looked stern and said worriedly:

"But why... why did you get here?"

"I came to find you."

Teacher Yan was stunned, "Looking for me?"

Mo Hua said: "Not just for you, but also for Zhang Quan, zombies, and... a formation."

Teacher Yan was confused, then remembered something, his eyes shook:

"You are also looking for... Lingshu Formation?"

Mo Hua nodded, and was sure in his heart.

It seems that the formation on the zombie is the treasured formation of the Little Lingyin Sect, which was inherited from the Great Lingyin Sect more than a thousand years ago:

Lingshu Formation!

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