Chapter 97: Little Array Master (10th Update)

Ten days later, thanks to Mr. Feng's elixir, Xiaohu and Dahu, who had recovered from their injuries, went into the mountains to hunt monsters again.

Monster hunters are bound to get injured and bleed. Dahu and his friends are not old and are still novices, but from the moment they wear the monster hunting order and go into the mountains to hunt monsters, they have to gradually adapt to the life of monster hunters.

The monster hunters in Tongxian City have always been like this. Every day, there are monster hunters going into the mountains, every month, there are monster hunters getting injured, and every year, there are monster hunters dying in the mountains.

Mo Hua could only secretly wish Dahu and his friends good luck in his heart.

But unfortunately, Mo Hua's wishes had no effect. Half a month later, Dahu was carried out of the mountains, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

Mo Hua was drawing a formation at home, and suddenly heard a commotion. He came out to inquire and found out that Dahu was seriously injured while hunting monsters, and his life or death was unknown.

Mo Hua felt as if someone had poured cold water on him, and his hands and feet were cold.

He rushed to Xinglin Pavilion and saw Mr. Feng, who was treating Dahu's wounds with a serious expression.

Dahu was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his face as white as paper, and he didn't know if he was breathing. There was a large pool of blood on his chest, and the blood was flowing, staining his outer clothes bright red.

Mo Hua was terrified.

When Mr. Feng saw Mo Hua, he picked up a pair of rattan armor and asked solemnly, "Is this the formation you drew?"

The rattan armor was also bloody, with a hole on one side, as if it was pierced by the teeth or claws of a monster. There were some formation patterns drawn inside the rattan armor.

Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, there is this rattan armor, otherwise this kid's life would be gone..."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Mr. Feng said this, then Dahu should at least be alive, and it's easy to say that he is alive.

The friend who had played together since childhood, always stood in front of Mo Hua, and always helped Mo Hua in fighting, if something really happened to him, just thinking about it would make him feel bad.

Shuanghu and Xiaohu came crying, and only wiped their tears silently when they heard that Da Hu was fine.

Uncle Meng was also hunting monsters in the mountains. When he heard that Da Hu was in trouble, he hurried back. His expression was still calm, but his hands were trembling slightly.

Aunt Meng was originally helping in the east of the street. She was more busy than before because of the shortage of spiritual stones at home. When she heard that Da Hu was in trouble, she also hurried over.

Aunt Meng stood at the door, hesitating for a long time and dared not enter the door. Finally, she gritted her teeth and staggered into the door. When she heard that Da Hu was not in danger, her whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and she fell to the ground, buried her head in her sleeves and cried.

Mr. Feng said that it was thanks to the rattan armor given by Mo Hua that Da Hu's life was saved.

Dahu and his companions went into the mountains today to hunt a split-claw wolf demon. While they were fighting, a long-tailed demon beast suddenly emerged from the bushes.

Dahu blocked his two younger brothers behind him and faced the long-tailed demon beast head-on. But with his cultivation, he was no match for the demon beast. The long-tailed demon beast's tail had sharp thorns, which were fierce and fast. It instantly pierced Dahu's heart veins. Dahu had no time to dodge and was stabbed in the chest.

Fortunately, the rattan armor on Dahu's chest was attached with an iron armor array, which was tougher than ordinary rattan armor and was not penetrated for a while. Although Dahu did not dodge the attack, he also slightly turned his body, causing the tail tip of the demon beast to deviate to one side. After the tail tip penetrated the rattan armor and pierced Dahu's chest, it did not hurt Dahu's heart veins.

Although Dahu was stabbed in the chest and bleeding, his heart veins were not damaged, so his life was not in danger. Mr. Feng treated him in time, so even if he was temporarily unconscious, he would slowly wake up after a while.

Aunt Meng thanked Mr. Feng profusely, and then tightly grasped Mo Hua's hand, grateful in her heart, but choked up and couldn't say a word...

People will inevitably suffer hardships in their lifetime, and some people suffer more than others.

Mo Hua looked at the haggard Aunt Meng, and felt bitter in his heart.

Fortunately, Mo Hua's armor formation took effect, and Da Hu was no longer in danger of his life, so Mo Hua felt better.

Ten days later, Da Hu's injury healed again, and the three brothers were going to go into the mountains to hunt monsters together again. Mo Hua went to see them off.

Da Hu had just recovered from his injury, and his complexion was not very good, but his eyes were very determined. Shuang Hu and Xiao Hu looked a little solemn, but they didn't show any fear.

Even though they shed so much blood, suffered such serious injuries, and almost lost their lives, the three of them did not hesitate or fear, and they still planned to go into the mountains to hunt monsters after their injuries healed.

"Dad and Mom have treated our injuries and owe us so many spiritual stones. We should pay them back as soon as possible."

"I don't want Mom to suffer anymore."

"Me too..."

They said goodbye to Mo Hua and walked along the path into the mountains.

Mo Hua watched their figures getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the vast Black Mountain.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua lived a very tight life.

Except for drawing formations on the Dao tablets in the sea of ​​consciousness at night, Mo Hua used every drop of spiritual ink carefully during the day.

He would never use spiritual ink for formations that he was already familiar with, because it would be a waste; he would never use spiritual ink for formations that he had not yet learned, because it would also be a waste.

For those half-baked formations, Mo Hua would also pick and choose. He thought that the formations had rare properties and special formation pivot structures, and only then were they worth opening the ink bottle, drawing out the spiritual ink, and copying and understanding them bit by bit.

After a while, one day at dinner, Mo Shan suddenly said to Mo Hua:

"Hua'er, someone asked me to help you draw a few formations..."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, and Mo Shan's expression was also a little subtle.

Mo Shan never asked much about Mo Hua's matters on formations.

First, because monster hunting is a hard job, Mo Shan is also the captain of the monster hunting team. He has to lead a team of monks into the mountains to hunt. Not only do they have to hunt monsters, but they also have to ensure safety. The rewards from monster hunting must also be distributed according to the rules. It is both dangerous and busy. Before, Mo Hua's family basically relied on the spiritual stones earned by Mo Shan from monster hunting to support themselves. Mo Shan was too busy to take care of other things.

Second, because Mo Shan didn't know much about formations. His understanding of formations was limited to being able to identify a few common formations, or to detect where a cultivator had set up a trap with a formation. He didn't know the internal ways of the formation master, so naturally he didn't know what to ask.

Third, because Mo Hua was worry-free, whether it was cultivation or formations, he could do what he had to do without him saying anything, so he didn't have to worry about it, and he didn't want to put too much pressure on Mo Hua;

Mo Hua was still young and his cultivation was low. Even if he had talent, it would take time to really learn something in formations, and it couldn't be that fast.

It was difficult for a cultivator to learn formations, and it was even more difficult to become a formation master. Mo Shan knew this very well.

Those formation masters who were a little famous in Tongxian City all had a lot of hair and beards. Some of them not only had white hair, but their hair was almost gone.

Now it seemed that Mo Hua had a good talent. If he could become an ordinary formation master before the age of 30 and make a living by formations, even if he couldn't get into the rank, he would be very satisfied.

And he just had to be more careful and not die in the belly of a monster before Mo Hua grew up.

Until yesterday, a demon hunter came to Mo Shan and formally asked Mo Hua to draw a few formations. He was very polite and didn't doubt whether Mo Hua could draw them.

Mo Shan realized something was wrong.

Being asked to draw formations, isn't this a treatment only for formation masters?

Hua'er... could she be a formation master...

The tenth chapter is over.

My fingers are numb... Good night, everyone.