Chapter 597 Junior Brother

There was silence in the preaching room, and then there was an uproar in the whole house.

"Ink Painting Sect?"

"Why let him teach?"

"..."

Mr. Xun's face darkened and his eyes swept away.

The disciples were so intimidated by Mr. Xun's majesty that they immediately calmed down and did not dare to whisper anymore.

Mo Hua whispered: "Old sir, it's not appropriate for me to teach you..."

Mr. Xun said calmly: "It's very suitable."

For a formation master who has a solid foundation and can accurately draw second-level mid-level formations, what is inappropriate about teaching a few first-level formations?

"But……"

Mo Hua hesitated.

Mr. Xun gave Mo a meaningful look and said, "Teach me well."

Mo Hua was stunned.

He felt that Mr. Xun's words seemed to have a profound meaning, but for a while, he couldn't think of any reason...

Seeing that Mr. Xun couldn't refuse, Mo Hua could only say:

"Okay, sir."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, handed a few handouts to Mo Hua, and ordered:

"Just teach these two pairs, just teach them boldly, don't worry."

After Mr. Xun finished speaking, he stood up and left, his footsteps both virtual and solid, towards the back mountain.

In the preaching room, there were ink paintings left and a group of disciples looking at each other.

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, but remembering Mr. Xun's instructions, he bit the bullet and opened the handout. But before he could say anything, a big man stood up.

This big man's surname is Cheng Mo. He is a self-cultivation practitioner and is tall. Although his name is Cheng Mo, he is usually a talkative person.

When Cheng Mo saw Mr. Xun walking away, he plucked up the courage and said a little dissatisfied:

"Mo Hua, although we have a good relationship, I'm not convinced if you come to teach me the formation!"

I, Cheng Mo, also want to save face!

He added silently in his mind.

The other disciples also nodded.

They are all "the proud sons of heaven" in their respective families. When they arrive at Taixu Sect, they are surrounded by the proud ones, so they are somewhat restrained, but they are all arrogant in their hearts.

Elders and teachers can preach and teach.

But ordinary disciples are not qualified to teach them.

Even if Mo Hua is generally popular, they have no bad feelings towards Mo Hua, but when it comes to something like "master-disciple" preaching, they can't have no grudges, and they must have an explanation.

Mo Hua sighed.

He wanted to keep a low profile, practice silently, and learn formations.

But Mr. Xun didn't know why, at this time, he was allowed to be in the limelight.

But no matter what, now that things are coming, Mo Hua won't be afraid.

In terms of formation, he has never been afraid of anyone!

Especially these little monks of the same age!

Mo Hua's eyebrows couldn't help but have a hint of disdain like Mr. Zhuang's.

"Then tell me, how do you qualify?"

Cheng Mo's eyes narrowed, "Let's compare!"

Mo Hua looked at him silently, "You?"

Cheng Mo felt a little guilty when he saw Mo Hua's clear and slightly sharp gaze.

"me……"

He is fairly familiar with Mo Hua, and he probably knows Mo Hua's formation strength. Although he doesn't know exactly how high it is, it is definitely much better than him.

He was angry for a moment, and when his head became hot, he stood up.

But if you really want to compare formation techniques with Mo Hua, you are a bit overestimating your abilities.

In the sect, his formations were not only at the bottom, but also among the least.

He competed with Mo Hua in formations, just like Mo Hua competed with him in physical training...

At this time, another disciple stood up and said, "Since you want to teach us, you naturally want to compete with all of us!"

After saying that, he felt a little guilty.

With the enemy outnumbered, even if they win, they will still be defeated by force.

But Mo Hua said casually: "Okay, you guys come together."

There was silence in the preaching room for a moment.

All the disciples looked stunned. They didn't expect that Mo Hua, who was usually gentle, could say such "arrogant" words!

The crowd was instantly outraged.

"good!"

"Let's compete together and discuss the formations!"

"Xiao Xiao Mo Hua, let me let you know what it means that there is a sky outside the sky!"

"After you lose, you have to call us 'brother'!"

"What 'brother'? You have to call me senior brother!"

"By the way, you have to call us Big! Master! Brother!"

…

Mo Hua curled his lips, it was not certain who would call whom "senior brother".

Array discussions generally have their own rules and regulations.

Mo Hua did not participate much in this serious formation competition. He only tried his skills briefly when he was in the Five Elements Sect.

Although the form is complex, there are many tricks.

But in the final analysis, it is nothing more than comparing who can draw faster, who can draw better, who can draw harder.

The competition at this time is similar.

And because we were in the preaching room, we had to attend classes, and the time was limited, so we could only compete roughly, so we had to make it simpler and just decide the winner.

Compete with who can draw faster first.

But at this first step, the disciples froze.

They have all seen before, how fast the ink painting formation is.

The flowing clouds and flowing water are dizzying, and those little hands are drawing lines and inks so fast that they are almost double...

However, the loser does not lose the formation!

Even if you lose in the end, you can't lose your momentum!

If you don't give it a try, the outcome is still uncertain.

Several disciples who thought that their formation speed was quite good came up with a "generous" look on their faces, and competed with Mo Hua on who could draw faster on the huge formation disk in front of the lecture...

Then the whole army was wiped out.

They had just finished drawing half of the battle, but Mo Hua had already finished the whole battle, and even had some energy left. It seemed that he deliberately slowed down the speed to save their face...

Several disciples looked ashen, and left the stage in shame.

Then they competed to see who drew the best.

Whoever drew the same battle array more accurately, with more beautiful handwriting and more profound skills would win.

All the disciples present had learned battle arrays, drawn battle array patterns, and had some skills, so the pros and cons could be seen at a glance.

A few other disciples came up confidently.

They also got the true teachings of the family's battle arrays, and the battle arrays they drew on the battle array plates were all neat and beautiful. After they finished drawing, they were all a little complacent.

Just turning around and looking at the battle array drawn by Mo Hua, he couldn't help but be a little distracted.

The battle array patterns were neat and accurate, as if they were copied directly from the battle array book.

Not only that, but the handwriting was as vigorous as silver hooks and iron paintings.

This was an earth-based battle array.

Mo Hua also communicated with a trace of the earth's essence, so the whole formation also precipitated a broad and profound charm.

Both form and spirit.

The neatness of the "form" can be achieved with hard work, but the charm of the "spirit" cannot be simply drawn.

Needless to say, they knew that they had lost.

In the end, it was a competition of who could draw the most difficult.

A disciple from an aristocratic family came up, dressed in white and handsome. Mo Hua remembered that this disciple was a direct descendant of the Wen family in Qianzhou, named Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuan had a calm expression, dipped the ink and started to draw a second-grade eleven-pattern formation.

Mo Hua was a little surprised, and at the same time he felt emotional.

The children of aristocratic families are indeed extraordinary. In the early stage of foundation building, there are geniuses who can draw a second-grade eleven-pattern formation.

It is really rare...

Mo Hua nodded.

Since they are geniuses, they must be "cared for" and encouraged.

Let them see a little gap and have the motivation to catch up.

But we can't let them see such a big gap that they will feel desperate and lose confidence in pursuing the great way of formation.

Mo Hua considered it "with good intentions".

Then he thought about it, and just picked a second-grade twelve-pattern formation at random, slowed down, and drew it with a serious expression, "trying his best".

Wen Xuan's face turned pale and he said in a lost voice:

"Twelve patterns..."

He looked at the formation, then at Mo Hua, and bowed his hands and said: "I admit defeat."

But the eyes looking at Mo Hua were bright and energetic.

There was a blazing fighting spirit in his eyes, as if he regarded Mo Hua as his "opponent" for life.

Mo Hua nodded "with relief".

At this point, the competition was almost over.

All the disciples were silent.

You don't know until you compete. You will know after the real competition. In terms of formation, they really can't beat Mo Hua...

Those who are not specialized in formation and don't have a deep understanding of formation will only think that the competition is very fast.

A group of disciples went up to draw a formation, and then came down. Some of them knew they had lost before they even finished drawing.

Going up quickly and coming down quickly meant losing quickly.

Only those who are truly proficient in formations know that the gap here is really too big...

They vaguely feel that there is a deep gap between themselves and Mo Hua, which is built by the formation.

This gap seems to be right in front of them, but it seems impossible to cross it.

Even if you don't pay attention, you will fall into the ditch and drown...

The always easy-going Mo Hua also seemed "unfathomable" in their eyes for the first time...

And Mo Hua felt that he was not satisfied.

He hadn't made any moves yet.

Seeing that no one spoke, Mo Hua looked around and asked curiously:

"Anything else?"

The disciples choked, and then looked at Mo Hua with shame and humiliation.

It seemed that Mo Hua was a very hateful but invincible "little devil".

At this time, another disciple with a square face and a serious expression, who seemed to be disgusted with Mo Hua's "evil deeds", stood up.

"I'll do it!"

Mo Hua found him familiar, but didn't know his name.

The disciple said: "My surname is Zheng, my name is Fang, I am from Zhenzhou, and I am a member of the Zheng family."

"Zheng Fang?"

Mo Hua remembered it, and asked: "What do you want to compete?"

Zheng Fang shook his head, "I admit that I am not as good as you in the formation, but I am not convinced that you should teach me, so I want to test you."

"Test me?"

"Yes." Zheng Fang nodded, "My Zheng family has a set of secret formations. I will draw it for you to see, and you must draw it within an hour."

"If you draw it, I will admit that you have extraordinary comprehension of formations and deep understanding, and you are also qualified to teach us!"

"What I am testing is your comprehension!"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, his expression was stunned, and he was a little unbelievable.

Test me like this?

There is such a good thing? !

You silly boy, are you testing me or giving me the formation handed down from my family?

Mo Hua's eyes sparkled, but he tried not to look so happy, and said seriously with a stern face:

"Yes, he is testing me!"

"Okay!"

Zheng Fang said seriously, and then walked to the formation plate and said in a bad tone:

"Although this formation is only of the first grade and an entry-level formation, it is a formation handed down from my Zheng family. I won't tell you the name, and I will only draw it once. If you can't learn it, just admit defeat!"

"Yeah!"

Mo Hua nodded in anticipation.

Zheng Fang began to write.

As soon as he wrote the first stroke, Mo Hua's eyes were shocked.

Thunder pattern!

"This is...Thunder Mark?"

The... thunder pattern in the Bagua formation? !

The Zheng family's unique formation turned out to be...a rare Bagua Thunder formation? !

Mo Hua was surprised.

Other well-informed disciples were also surprised and said:

"Is this a thunder formation?"

"It's hard to learn..."

"No matter how good his understanding of ink painting is, he can't learn it in an hour..."

"That's right."

"However, isn't this a bit shameless..."

"It seems that it is a bit overwhelming..."

"How could it be? He is the one who boasts that he wants to teach us the formation!"

"But... Speaking of which, Mr. Xun asked him to teach him. He can't disobey Mr. Xun..."

"If you say so..."

"That seems to be the truth..."

"It's not the fault of Mo Hua..."

"I'm convinced, which side are you on? Do you have any principles? Do you have any stance?!"

…

The disciples talked a lot.

The ink painting is concentrated, and the consciousness is running rapidly. In the sea of ​​consciousness, he is calculating the trajectory of the formation drawn by Zheng Fang.

Every time Zheng Fang drew a formation pattern, it was disassembled and calculated by the ink painting with his spiritual consciousness, thus manifesting into a more essential spiritual power trajectory.

This formation, stroke by stroke, was gradually reconstructed and became clearer in his sea of ​​consciousness...

And bit by bit, they formed the entire formation.

Mo Hua frowned.

This is a very special thunder array...

The trajectory of the spiritual power is gentle, and it does not seem to be used for killing...

Moreover, the shape of the formation pattern is a bit different, and it is more or less different from the thunder patterns that Mo Hua had learned before.

Array pivot structure...

The ink painting feels familiar, but after careful consideration, I feel that I have never seen it before...

This is really just a basic formation of the first grade and nine patterns, but the logic of the formation is unfamiliar.

From the formation diagram and the ink painting alone, it is not possible to tell what the purpose of this formation is, let alone other related principles of the formation.

I don’t know the name of the formation, I don’t know its purpose...

A kind of nameless thunder array...

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

No wonder Zheng Fang would take it out for himself to learn. Even if he learned it, he would not know the mystery and specific functions of this formation.

Learning is in vain.

Mo Hua also remembered that Zheng Fang said that this was the "entry" formation of the Zheng family.

Does that mean that this formation is just the foundation?

The real core is the other formations derived from this thunder formation?

Mo Hua silently glanced at Zheng Fang and secretly labeled him a "treasure boy" in his mind.

As for this first-grade nameless thunder formation, although it is unfamiliar, I don’t know the inside story.

But with Mo Hua's own formation experience and understanding, it's actually not difficult to learn.

What's more, he can also make calculations.

So when Zheng Fang finished drawing the formation, turned his head and looked at the ink painting confidently, the ink painting picked up the pen, dipped in ink, and touched the formation plate like a dragonfly touching water. He calmly looked at it once, but he had already calculated it. A thorough formation was drawn.

Zheng Fang's confident expression froze on his face, and he looked at the ink painting as if he were looking at a little monster.

"Have you...learned it before?"

Mo Hua said truthfully:

"I just learned..."

Zheng Fang opened his mouth, and finally walked away with a helpless and dejected expression.

Mo Hua opened up a new way of thinking, looked at the crowd of disciples, and asked expectantly:

"Does anyone else want to test me?"

It would be best to test me with a more difficult, rare, formation that I have never learned before!

Mo Hua expected in his heart.

But no one answered.

Mo Hua asked again, but still no one spoke.

Mo Hua regretted it a little.

If he had known better, he should have pretended again.

Pretending that I had "worked hard" and "struggled with all my strength" and meditated hard, I finally managed to draw this thunder formation...

Only in this way can we "fish" and learn more formations.

Miscalculated...

Too sloppy...

After all, my experience in cultivating Taoism is still shallow. I must pay more attention to it in the future...

Mo Hua warned himself, and then asked again, just in case:

"Anymore……"

Still no one answered.

Mo Hua sighed, and then he could only say:

"Then I'll teach you..."

The disciples present were startled, and then they all felt dissatisfied and their faces turned slightly red.

But things have come to this, and there is nothing they can do. In the end, they can only lower their heads silently and accept the "teachings" of Mo Hua honestly.

"Okay, let's start class!"

Mo Hua said in a clear voice.

After that, the ink painting class started.

The first-level formation is not difficult.

Ink painting is also taught very easily.

He has a profound knowledge of first-level formations and can teach them with ease.

Occasionally, he knew some formation knowledge, but he didn't know how to teach it, so he recalled Mr. Xun, followed his example, and explained it to others in a simple and profound way.

Other disciples were dissatisfied with their mouths and faces, but they were convinced in their hearts.

They also knew that Mo Hua's formation level was indeed much higher than theirs.

So even though both of them had stern and arrogant faces, they still listened to what Mo Hua taught.

Moreover, Mr. Xun, although he has profound knowledge in formations, it is precisely because his knowledge is too deep that he cannot explain some basic things in too much detail.

Ink painting is different.

He has only learned the formations of the first and second levels, and has a solid foundation, so some of the insights he summarized are easier for these disciples in the early stages of foundation building to understand.

In addition, Mr. Xun is strict and stubborn.

The ink paintings are kind and lovely.

So without knowing it, all the disciples in the teaching room, as long as they were dedicated to learning and wanting to improve their formation skills, began to listen to Mo Hua's lectures seriously.

Mo Hua stood in front of the lecture, talking calmly and calmly.

Behavior and demeanor, like a "little lesson"...

I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Xun came back and saw the scene in the preaching room, looking slightly shocked.

If Mo Hua taught these disciples, many people would definitely be dissatisfied, which he expected.

These problems must be solved by Mo Hua himself.

Whether he can "convince the crowd" depends on Mo Hua's own ability, and it's not easy for him to interfere.

What Mr. Xun didn't expect was that Mo Hua solved the problem so quickly, and that these proud men would become so "obedient" so quickly...

Mr. Xun was thoughtful at first, then nodded happily.

He left without disturbing Mo Hua.

…

From then on, whenever something happened, Mr. Xun would ask Mo Hua to "take over his teaching".

Sometimes, even if nothing happens, Mr. Xun will be lazy and "ask for leave" and let Mo Hua teach the disciples in this room on his behalf.

"Disciple" teaches disciples formation techniques.

This matter was soon known to the elders of Taixu Sect.

The Qianzhou family behind some disciples also knew about this, and most of them were dissatisfied because of this, so they put pressure on some powerful elders of Taixu Sect to find Mr. Xun and ask for an explanation.

Some true elders had no choice but to bite the bullet and find Mr. Xun. Although they were unwilling, they had to speak and politely said:

"Old sir, is this matter... illegal?"

Mr. Xun lowered his head to drink tea without raising his eyelids, "What are the rules?"

"this……"

The elders hesitated.

What can they say...

Many of the rules of Taixu Sect were formulated by this ancestor.

How dare they mention any rules in front of him...

However, Mr. Xun is different from other ancestors who practice in seclusion or live in seclusion behind the scenes.

Old Mr.

An elder pondered for a moment and whispered:

"Let disciples teach disciples...this is somewhat unjust, but the name is not justified..."

"The name is not right, the words are not right..." Mr. Xun was slightly startled, frowned and thought, then nodded, "Indeed, the name is not right, and the words are not right."

The elder's eyes lit up, "In that case..."

"In that case," Mr. Xun said, "let's officially give him the position of 'little tutor'. In this way, it will be 'justified'!"

A little lesson? !

The elder's intestines were filled with regret, and he hurriedly said:

"Old sir, this... an outer disciple who has just entered the door, serves as a 'little instructor'. There is no precedent for this kind of thing in the Taixu Sect..."

"Isn't there now..." Mr. Xun nodded and said, "There is a precedent. Someone has to be the first."

"This, it's not possible..."

Other elders also said, "Old sir, this is inappropriate..."

"It's really...unbelievable."

"Forgive me for being disrespectful...but doing this is indeed a bit...child's play..."

"Little tutoring or something, no, no, no..."

A group of true elders were talking about it.

Old Mr. Forget about 'little senior brother'..."

The other true elders were stunned and their hearts skipped a beat.

No, I've been tricked.

Mr. Xun is retreating in order to advance. His original plan may not be a "little lesson"...

There are some true elders who bite the bullet and want to object.

"I'm afraid, this is still..."

Mr. Xun's face darkened and he said angrily:

"What's the meaning?"

"I've already given in enough. I just don't want to be a 'little tutor'. I'm just a 'little senior brother' who pays lip service to a little bit of seniority but has no real position. Do you still have any objections?"

"Do you think I am old and my words have no weight?"

All the elders of the True Tradition were heartbroken and had cold sweat on their foreheads. In the end, they could only say to please:

"What the old gentleman said is just a 'senior brother' title..."

For this reason, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and say:

"...Just give it!"

Mr. Xun was then satisfied, nodded, waved his hand, and began to chase people away:

"Let's break up, let's break up. It's such a big deal, it's so big that it mobilizes troops..."

"This matter is settled!"

All the true elders smiled bitterly, but they could only acquiesce.

At the next formation class, Mr. Xun called Mo Hua to the podium and said to the disciples below:

"Outside, you all talk about your own affairs, I don't care..."

"But, from now on, in this preaching room where formations are taught..."

Mr. Xun pointed at the ink painting and said in an old but firm voice: "All your disciples, please call him..."

"Little senior brother!"