Asking About Longevity: Chapter 333 change
Chapter 333 Changes
Outside a gloomy lair of a second-grade monster, Mo Hua sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and stretched his consciousness to the limit, sensing the traces of spiritual power in the lair.
After a cup of tea, Mo Hua opened his eyes and shook his head, "No."
Several foundation-building monks gathered around Mo Hua and headed to the next monster lair according to the location on the map.
After searching several nests in this way, Zhang Lan finally couldn't bear it anymore. He lowered his voice and asked Commander Yang quietly:
“How can this be seen?”
Zhang Lan glanced at Commander Yang with contempt.
Elder Yu and others didn’t understand formations at all, so it didn’t sound like much. They just felt that Mo Hua was really reliable and could solve any formation problem.
Zhang Lan has become accustomed to it.
Mr. Zhuang thought for a moment and sighed slightly:
“Those two...are both good boys.”
Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled when he heard this. Some memories of the past came to mind, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
“I have never been a qualified master...”
Zhang Lan frowned and thought for a moment, but still couldn’t figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking and muttered:
They come from a noble family, even if they don't learn formations well, they still know some common sense about formations because of their family background and being influenced by their ears and eyes.
For the first time, they felt the inscrutability of the person who taught the ink painting formation.
“I’m a Qi refiner, so you can’t tell it’s normal. You’re a foundation builder, so it’s embarrassing if you can’t tell!” Zhang Lan said confidently.
Everyone nodded and each chose a path. Before leaving, Elder Yu turned his head and warned Mo Hua in a gentle voice:
An hour later, Mo Hua opened his eyes again, took out a pen and paper, and simply drew several passages in the cave and the formations laid out on the roads.
Not only Elder Yu, but also everyone was more or less injured when they surrounded and killed the ancestor of the Qian family.
Suddenly his brows moved, he opened his eyes again, looked up at the sky, and kept looking at the sky for a long time.
But since they were young, they have come into contact with so many formation masters, some from aristocratic families, some from sects, and some from Xianyun Yehe.
Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had made up his mind, Mr. Puppet said nothing more.
Elder Yu said with a carefree smile: "I have been against the Qian family for so many years, and I never dreamed that I could push the ancestor of the Qian family to this point. As long as I can kill the ancestor of the Qian family, my arms will be broken, and I will even lose money. This life is worth it."
But the ink painting is different. Whether there is a formation in the lair or not, his expression is very certain, even determined.
“You really don’t want to accept them as your disciples?” Puppet Lao asked.
With his spiritual awareness in the foundation-building stage, he couldn't tell what was in the lair.
Even if other formation masters are stronger than him, they are not too much stronger.
Mr. Zhuang then laughed at himself:
“Not only are you not qualified to be a teacher, you are not even qualified to be a disciple, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to…”
“How else can we tell?” Commander Yang also whispered, “Of course I can use my spiritual sense.”
“Can you really tell?” Zhang Lan asked again.
Zhang Lan and Zhang pretended to be calm on the surface, but in their hearts they were in a turmoil.
"That's natural..." Commander Yang said with a guilty conscience.
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but slowly stood up, pinched his fingers, and calculated in his mind, gradually showing a look of disbelief on his face.
“Hide it yourself and be careful.”
Zhang Lan and Commander Yang looked at each other with some surprise in their eyes.
"Well." Mr. Zhuang didn't even raise his head, still looking at a book in his hand, "Give him some formation tips. After I leave, he will have to learn the formations on his own..."
"I don't have much time. I haven't finished the calculation yet. There may be some omissions in the formation, but you can refer to it."
“Is there a change in the way of heaven?”
This is the lair of a demonic beast, with demonic aura soaring into the sky. The mixed blood energy and demonic power are enough to cover up any spiritual aura.
Mr. Zhuang did not continue speaking, but his expression became even more lonely.
“The sky is high and the water is vast, it will not be so easy to meet again. It is not always possible to have such a fate..."
At the same time, Nanshan’s Zuowang was in the middle.
Mo Hua nodded and watched with some uneasiness as everyone walked towards the depths of the lair and disappeared into the darkness.
The old man was silent.
How is it calculated?
Zhang Lan looked calm, but suddenly he said doubtfully:
“If it’s not because of divine consciousness, what else could it be because of?”
“I guess I learned something weird again…”
Everyone's expressions became serious, "What did you find?"
After saying this, he was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that my selfish junior sister would raise such a pair of children."
Mr. Zhuang's tone was calm, but for some reason, it was vaguely melancholy.
Even though we knew the road ahead was dangerous, we still had no hesitation.
Mr. Zhuang's heart trembled, and he counted on his fingers again, his expression becoming more and more incredible.
“How do you say it’s strong enough?”
It is still important to capture the ancestor of the Qian family.
The two formations are "illiterate". Considering this problem, it is really overestimating one's capabilities.
At this time, the strength of the ancestor of the Qian family is unknown. If we really encounter him, it will probably be disastrous.
This kind of ridicule has no lethal effect on Zhang Lan.
Although he is a Qi Refining cultivator, he is still the Diansi of Daotingsi, and he comes from a noble family. Even if he encounters a second-grade monster, he has some means of self-protection, so he follows him.
Mr. Zhuang collected the jade slips from the classics, put them into a storage bag, and then lay down leisurely.
Zhang Lan glanced at him and said, "If you lie, you will be a bachelor for the rest of your life."
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Commander Yang was stunned and couldn't help but said: "You are so **** cruel! Can you say such vicious words?"
Boss Zhou pointed to the picture drawn in ink and said: "These passages lead to the depths of the lair. The ancestor of the Qian family should be hiding inside..."
Puppet Lao was slightly startled when he heard the words, and looked towards the horizon, his expression trembled.
The worry in Mo Hua's eyes became even heavier.
Zhang Lan also came.
“No!” Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said decisively:
“I don’t have long to live. Before I go to the grave, I naturally want to be quieter, less involved in cause and effect, and less worried.”
Mo Hua hid his figure and quietly hid aside. He couldn't help but sigh and said silently in his heart.
They never expected that such unfamiliar formation terms would be heard from Mo Hua, who was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, had only a first-level formation level, and was only in his teens. Who did this kid Mo Hua follow and what did he learn? !
So many formation masters, no matter high-grade or low-grade, knowledgeable or specialized, have never mentioned the word "calculation".
“What can I do if I don’t give up?” Mr. Zhuang had no expression on his face, looking across the courtyard, over the mountains, towards the distant horizon, and said calmly:
“Is it prepared for ink painting?”
“That’s all, old things have passed away. Now that everything is gone, there’s no point thinking about it.”
There really is!
“You are also a foundation-building spiritual consciousness, can you tell?” Zhang Lan questioned.
After saying that, Mo Hua began to let go of his spiritual consciousness. According to the spiritual power trajectory of the formation, he calculated the formation patterns of the formation. He stroke by stroke in the white sea of consciousness, outlined the complete formation patterns to judge the type of the formation. .
This shows that his spiritual consciousness can see the lair very clearly, and his perception of the existence of the formation is also very clear.
Previously, Elder Yu attacked the ancestor of the Qian family in a sneak attack and was injured by the ancestor of the Qian family. His arm was broken. Although he was treated by Mr. Feng, the root of the disease was still left and he was unable to move.
Zhang Lan nodded slightly, and he also felt that it made sense.
Commander Yang also touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "Because Mo Hua is a formation master?"
Everyone looked happy and asked again: "What formation is it?"
After searching a few more nests, they came to a remote cave. Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was released and he was suddenly startled.
Commander Yang returned the look with disdain, "You didn't even notice it."
"Nonsense, you still have to say this?" Zhang Lan said displeased, "I'm asking how the spiritual consciousness can see the traces of the formation?"
“What’s wrong?” Puppet Lao asked.
Especially in terms of formations, at first he could "point out" a few words about ink paintings, but now compared with ink paintings, he is already considered an "illiterate" in terms of formations...
“Can other formation masters really sense it?”
“But,” Commander Yang said doubtfully again:
“I hope nothing happens...”
Elder Yu patted his shoulder gently and sighed:
“Don’t worry, I’m measured.”
Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.
“As long as your spiritual consciousness is strong enough.”
Commander Yang weighed it in his mind for a long time and felt that compared with the major events of his life, the little face he gained in front of Zhang Lan was really nothing.
Mo Hua raised his head and said with slightly bright eyes: "There is a formation!"
It’s not like any place can have a young disciple named “Mo Hua”…
“They may not give up.”
I don’t know when the old man appeared quietly and said in a dull voice.
"Wait a minute." Mo Hua said, "Let me take a look."
"Let's build the foundation... Hasn't this child already established the foundation of his spiritual consciousness?"
Mr. Zhuang did not lie down on the bamboo chair to rest as usual, but sat upright and elegantly at the table, sorting some books and jade slips.
“Where are the two children from the Bai family?” Puppet Lao asked.
Since he is a formation master, he has been dealing with formations all year round and draws formation patterns every day, so it is normal for his spiritual consciousness to be able to detect traces of formations.
Since he himself is illiterate, Yang Jiyong must be a big illiterate.
"Let's go look for it separately. If we encounter something unusual, don't act rashly. Send a signal and others will rush to join us. After we meet, we'll take action together."
"This is…"
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, glanced at Elder Yu's arm, and said worriedly: "Elder, is your injury okay?"
But now is not the time to lament this.
Zhang Lan belittled Yang Jiyong again in his heart, and then felt better.
Mr. Zhuang gradually frowned and said in a solemn tone:
“Why is the atmosphere of the avenue so turbid?”
Speechless for a moment, Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a while.
At the same time, in their eyes, the small ink paintings have become a bit mysterious...
“You’re just refining your qi, you’re not ashamed of it, but you’re proud of it. You Zhang Lan, you’re really shameless!” Commander Yang said with disdain.
“None of my direct disciples have ever seen you put so much thought into it,” the puppet master said calmly.
What does "calculate" mean?
Have they never heard that formations can be "calculated"?
"How is it possible..." Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but lost his mind and murmured:
"This place is just a small fairy city in a corner of Kyushu. How is it possible that a change in the way of heaven will occur?"
(End of this chapter)