Chapter 99: Thank You (Part 2)

Hearing Mo Shan say that he only wanted five spirit stones, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but open his mouth, and then said sincerely:

"Brother Mo, how can this be possible? This... How about I give you five more?"

He wanted to give more, but he really didn't have any spirit stones.

He secretly went to Tongxian City to inquire about it. To draw an iron armor formation, those formation masters generally asked for fifty spirit stones. Some new formation masters who were not confident in their own level would only ask for thirty spirit stones, which was already the lowest.

Last night, he went back and felt uneasy for a long time, not knowing how much Mo Shan would cost. As a result, when he asked today, Mo Shan only asked him five spirit stones, which made him feel very sorry.

Mo Shan patted his shoulder, "Use the extra spirit stones to buy some good spirit ink. It's all for the child, so don't refuse."

Zhou Cheng was grateful and said nothing more.

In the afternoon, he took the time to buy the gold and stone spirit ink, and personally delivered it to the painter Mo Hua's home together with the rattan armor. Mo Hua spent less than an hour to finish the iron armor formation, and then gave the rattan armor to Mo Shan.

He earned five spirit stones and half a bottle of unused gold and stone spirit ink.

Mo Hua thought this business was okay.

"Should I tell others that I am already a formation master, and then let others come to me to draw formations?"

Mo Hua thought about it, but still shook his head.

He was still young, and it was too ostentatious to do so. He still remembered what Mr. Zhuang said, that cultivators should keep a low profile, and rafters that stick out will rot, and pigs that are fat will be easily slaughtered. There are too many dangerous things in the world of cultivation, and with Mo Hua's current cultivation and experience, he can't guard against them at all.

Besides, his formation level is far from enough, and there are still many things about formations to learn. He can't be greedy for temporary benefits and lose his original intention of seeking the Tao.

This matter is over. The next day, the demon hunter who asked Mo Hua to draw the formation suddenly came to the door, followed by a simple-looking young man.

"Daping, thank Uncle Mo and Brother Mo."

The young man was not vague and bowed and said, "Thank you Uncle Mo, thank you Brother Mo!"

Mo Shan introduced to Mo Hua, "This is your Uncle Zhou, whose given name is Cheng. This is his youngest son, Zhou Daping. Your uncle Zhou Cheng asked you to draw that formation."

"Hello, Uncle Zhou, hello, Brother Daping!"

"Okay," Zhou Cheng smiled and said, "Don't be so polite, just call me Daping."

Zhou Daping touched his head, "Just call me Daping."

Zhou Cheng handed over a bunch of things, some wine, food, vegetables, and fruits, which were all good. The most expensive thing was a bottle of spiritual ink.

Mo Hua only took five spirit stones and drew the formation for him. Zhou Cheng felt bad at first, but when he got the rattan armor, he found that the formation pattern was rigorous, the handwriting was beautiful, and it was shining with a faint golden color.

Although he didn't understand the formation, he could see that the handwriting of this formation was very skillful. It couldn't be drawn without great effort.

Zhou Cheng originally thought that Mo Hua was still young and the formation he drew was barely usable. Now he saw that even compared with those formation masters in Tongxian City who had been drawing formations for 20 to 30 years, he was not inferior.

Zhou Cheng tried the effect of the rattan armor again, and it was much better than he expected. In an emergency, it might really save his son's life.

Now he felt even more bad, and he scraped together some spirit stones, bought some gifts, and went to thank him in person.

Mo Shan refused to accept it, "You should keep these things for yourself. It's not easy to earn some spirit stones."

But no matter what Mo Shan said, Zhou Cheng was determined to give the things away.

The two of them were in a stalemate, and it seemed that there would be no result until the evening.

Mo Hua had to say, "Dad, Uncle Zhou is kind-hearted, so you should accept it. If you need to draw any formations in the future, just come to us."

Zhou Cheng was overjoyed and said, "Mo Ge'er is right, don't refuse."

Mo Shan had no choice but to accept it.

After that, Zhou Daping went to the mountains to hunt monsters, wearing the rattan armor that Mo Hua had drawn formations on. He was injured several times, but because the rattan armor was strong, it was not a big deal.

After Zhou Cheng learned about it, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had not wasted so much effort. Just the spirit stones saved by healing the wounds were quite a lot. Moreover, if he really encountered danger, the formation on the rattan armor could really save his life.

They are casual cultivators who live in poverty and have worked hard to raise their sons. If they lose their lives because of hunting monsters, they will really want to cry without tears.

Zhou Cheng has been a monster hunter for so many years, and there are young cultivators who lose their lives because of hunting monsters every year.

If these veterans are not careful, they will be buried in the belly of monsters, let alone those rookies?

Every time Zhou Cheng thought of this, he was grateful to Mo Hua in his heart, but he was poor and could not afford spiritual stones, so he could only say some good words to express his feelings.

From then on, he praised Mo Hua to everyone he met, saying that although Mo Hua was young, he was good at drawing formations. After drawing formations on the rattan armor, the rattan armor was invulnerable to swords and guns, and his son was no longer afraid to go into the mountains to hunt monsters.

The words were a bit exaggerated and a bit fake, but everyone who liked to join in the fun liked to listen.

Some people did not believe that a young formation master was only ten years old, but of course there were also people who believed.

Every now and then, someone would invite Mo Shan to have a meal or drink, and then ask him indirectly whether his son could really draw formations, and whether the vine armor with the formations drawn on it was really invulnerable.

Mo Shan had no choice but to explain: "It's true that my son can draw formations, but even if the formations are drawn, the vine armor can't be invulnerable, it's just tougher than before."

"I think, if it's really invulnerable, what's the point?"

"I've seen that vine armor. With the formations drawn on it, it's a lot tougher, but it's still a little bit lacking. It's okay to use it in the middle stage of Qi Refining, but it's useless in the late stage of Qi Refining. It can't withstand a claw from a late-stage first-grade monster."

"Can it be used in the middle stage of Qi Refining?" someone asked.

"It works, and the effect is pretty good, at least it can protect the vital parts."

"Then I have to get one for my son. Every time he goes into the mountains, I am always worried. When I went up the mountains when I was young, I was never so nervous. I am thick-skinned and tough, and I am not afraid of monsters biting me, but I am afraid of those beasts biting my son. If something goes wrong, I will burn paper for him before my son can see me off..." A big man said with a wry smile.

"After all, it is still something for the middle stage of Qi Refining, and it is not very useful..." Someone else said disdainfully.

"You don't have a son, so of course it's not very useful. I'm different. I have three sons! Mo Shan, we've been friends for so many years, you have to ask your son to draw a few paintings for me, just draw three... no, six, I'll keep a few for backup..."

"Oh, and me."

"Then I want one too..."

"You don't have a son, what do you want to do?"

The man was dissatisfied and said, "I don't have one now, but I can't have one in the future?"

"That's not necessarily true."

"Don't talk nonsense, if he wants it, just ask him. Maybe he has a few illegitimate children outside."

"You bastard, what are you talking about!"

The drunken men started fighting.

Mo Shan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Thanks to Ze Yu'an for the reward~