Chapter 8 An Xiaofu

"Master An?"

The fat boy in gorgeous clothes is the eldest master of the An family in Tongxian City. His name is An Xiaofu. Maybe his father didn't have high expectations for him, and he was happy with his wealth, so he gave him this name.

However, because he looks rich, his fellow disciples also call him An Xiaopang in private.

An Xiaopang is a little stupid, and sometimes has the temper of a young master, but he is not a bad person. He often asks Mo Hua to draw his homework for the formation test.

He doesn't know how to draw formations, and he can't draw them at all. He doesn't want to be punished by the teacher, and he doesn't want to go back and be beaten by his father, so he can only ask Mo Hua for help.

At this time, An Xiaopang was furious, "Mo Hua! I treat you as a friend, but you look down on me?!"

Mo Hua was confused, "Why do I look down on you?"

An Xiaopang took out a formation drawing with red ink annotations from his arms, "You made six mistakes when you helped me draw the formation homework! But the one you drew for Qian Xing, that skinny monkey, was perfect! Isn't this looking down on me? Isn't this saying that I'm not as good as him?"

The skinny monkey in An Xiaopang's mouth was the skinny young man before, whose surname was Qian and whose name was Xing. He was the third young master of the Qian family.

The Qian family was the largest family in Tongxian City, followed by the An family. Both families opened businesses, had competition in business, and their ancestors also had old grudges. The younger generations were also tit-for-tat, and they had to compete in all aspects, even in terms of body shape, one was fat and the other was thin, and they couldn't tolerate each other.

However, the two were equally lazy and unlearned in cultivation, which was considered "equal".

Although both of them are playboys, Qian Xing's reputation is worse, because in addition to being uneducated, he is also arrogant and domineering, bullying others, and is said to have done a lot of bad things behind the scenes, but because of the support of his family, they were all left unresolved in the end.

In comparison, An Xiaopang just eats and drinks, and shows off when he has nothing to do, but because his father is strict, he doesn't do anything too much.

"So that's what happened?"

An Xiaopang saw that Mo Hua didn't care, and his face turned red.

"I'm helping you." Mo Hua said.

An Xiaopang looked at Mo Hua with a sneer, "How did you help me?"

"How does your formation compare to Master Qian's?"

An Xiaopang said confidently: "At least it won't be worse than his!"

Mo Hua was a little speechless. Is this something to be proud of?

Mo Hua continued, "That's right. With his level, how could he draw a good formation?"

"Of course, this young master can't draw it, so he can't either!"

"So you know everything, how can the teacher not see it? The teacher is always strict, he will definitely punish him, and will tell his father about this. His father will lose face, so naturally he won't have a good time..."

An Xiaopang pondered for a moment, "It seems to make sense, but I haven't heard that Qian Shouzi was beaten. Are you lying to me..."

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him, "Family disgrace should not be made public. A father will definitely beat his son behind closed doors, so he won't let you know."

An Xiaopang nodded with lingering fear, "That's right, my father never let others know when he beat me!"

Mo Hua said again, "Did Master An not only fail this time? Beat you, and praise you? "

An Xiaopang was instantly proud, "Yes, the teacher gave me a B grade. My father praised me for my progress and gave me a lot of good things!"

An Xiaopang's temper came and went quickly. He was no longer angry immediately, and felt a little guilty. He said to Mo Hua:

"I blamed you wrongly! I'll treat you to a delicious meal at Lingshanlou. It's my family's business. You can eat as much as you want!"

Mo Hua didn't expect An Xiaopang to be unexpectedly generous, but still said, "No, I have something to do."

An Xiaopang was dissatisfied and said, "My father often taught me that I must repay a favor. If you don't go, you are looking down on me!"

Thinking of his red and swollen buttocks beaten by his father before, An Xiaopang said more firmly, "This favor is not small. You must go!"

When An Xiaopang got angry, he was a little difficult to deal with.

Mo Hua had a headache. He looked at the door of the formation pavilion and suddenly said, "Master An, we won't eat at Lingshan Restaurant, but I have a favor to ask. Can you help me?"

An Xiaopang patted his chest and said, "You say!"

"Lend me ten Lingshi."

An Xiaopang frowned. He really didn't have ten Lingshi. In order to prevent him from wasting Lingshi outside, Master An never let him carry more than five Lingshi with him.

He invited Mo Hua to Lingshan Restaurant, which could be put on his father's account. It was food and drink, and the account was left. His father knew he wouldn't say anything. His father was afraid that he would spend the Lingshi on some crooked ways. There was no account to check, and his father didn't know. If he didn't pay attention, he would get into big trouble.

An Xiaopang took out five Lingshi from his body, looked at the servant beside him, and said, "Give me all the Lingshi, I'll give them to you when I get home."

The servant was a little reluctant, but he still took out all the Lingshi, just enough to make up ten Lingshi.

An Xiaopang handed the spirit stone to Mo Hua, "Here you go, no need to return it!"

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I'll return it to you in a few days."

Mo Hua weighed the spirit stone in his hand for a few times, then carefully put it away. After saying goodbye to An Xiaopang, he returned to the formation pavilion. There were still no customers in the formation pavilion, and the manager was still dozing off.

After Mo Hua entered the room, he tiptoed and placed ten spirit stones on the counter.

"I brought the spirit stones!"

The steward fell asleep for a while before he heard the bell again and saw Mo Hua and the ten spirit stones on the table.

The steward picked up the spirit stones, looked at them carefully, and found that the quality was fine. He nodded and reached out to take out a storage bag from under the counter.

"There is a formation diagram of the "Bright Fire Formation" in it, as well as ten formation papers and spirit ink, enough to draw ten sets of bright fire formations. This order has a deadline of ten days, and the entire deposit will be deducted after the deadline. For each set of bright fire formation drawn, you can get one spirit stone. If you make a mistake or it does not meet the standards, you will deduct a deposit of one spirit stone. These rules are common to the business, and your brother should know them."

Mo Hua nodded.

If all the formations are successfully drawn, you can earn ten spirit stones. If all fail, you will have to pay ten spirit stones. If you succeed more than 50%, you will earn.

The manager reminded him again, "The deadline is ten days, don't forget, if you are overdue, I will deduct all the deposit."

Mo Hua nodded quickly, then bowed to the manager, thanked him and left.

After Mo Hua got home, he locked himself in the house and began to think about the formation.

The maximum income of ten spirit stones is already very considerable. Although Mo Hua earned twelve spirit stones by helping his fellow disciples draw formation homework, he could not earn it several times a year.

And writing formation homework for fellow disciples is not a serious matter after all.

It's okay to do it occasionally, but it will delay the progress of fellow disciples over a long period of time.

It's different on the side of the business. If you do it well, you can earn spirit stones for a long time and practice formations. It can be said that you kill two birds with one stone.

Mo Hua spread the formation diagram of "Bright Fire Formation" in front of him.

The formation diagram was drawn in advance by other formation masters and can be used as a template.

There is also a diagram of the formation behind the formation diagram, which records the formation patterns, pen, ink and other points to note. It is a common pattern used to record formations in the cultivation world.

The diagram of "Bright Fire Formation" records the relevant annotations of the Bright Fire Formation, where to use fire formation patterns, how to connect the formation patterns, the mixing of ink and the proportion of ink used, etc. Many concepts are unfamiliar to Mo Hua and it is a bit difficult to understand.

This is the first time that Mo Hua has seen a formal diagram of the formation. What he learned in the sect before were all the simplest formations. Although they are formations, most of them only contain one or two basic formation patterns for disciples to use for enlightenment and entry-level learning, which is different from the formations that are truly commonly used in the cultivation world.

There is also a line of annotation at the end of the diagram of "Bright Fire Formation":

Bright Fire Formation, a fire formation, contains three formation patterns and requires a level above the third level of Qi Refining.

But what Mo Hua cares about most is the line of small words written in red pen after the annotation:

Those who have not reached the realm, lack of spiritual awareness, be careful in learning!

Mo Hua, who was only at the second level of Qi Refining, could not help but frown.

Any action of a cultivator requires spiritual consciousness, including guiding spiritual energy, driving spiritual power, using spells, controlling spiritual tools, refining elixirs and tools, etc.

Among them, drawing arrays consumes the most spiritual consciousness, which is a well-known fact among cultivators. But here it is specially marked "Insufficient spiritual consciousness, study carefully", and the realm is limited, and the pen and ink are vermilion.

This made Mo Hua realize that he might not realize how much more this "more" would be...

"Does it really take a lot of spiritual consciousness to draw arrays?"

Mo Hua held up his small chin and pondered.

"Forget it, let's get familiar with the array pattern first, and practice on the stele in the evening."

Mo Hua wrote down the array diagram of the Minghuo Array, had dinner with his parents, and practiced it several times with ordinary paper and ink after returning to the house to get familiar with the array pattern. When it was midnight, he lay on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, the ancient and empty broken stele floated in his sea of ​​consciousness.