Asking About Longevity

Chapter 13 Lamp

 In the next few days, except for eating, Mo Hua locked himself in the house and drew the formation of the open fire array.

 Five days later, all ten materials for ink painting were used up, but unfortunately only eight paintings were completed. One is careless, and the other is a writing error that I have not noticed before.

The open fire formation is already the simplest and most basic formation in the monastic world, but after so many times of ink painting, there are still mistakes occasionally made, and some of the mistakes are even made before.

"The formation is indeed profound and profound, and you can't be careless at all!" Mo Hua secretly warned himself.

Mo Hua took the time to hand over the drawn formation to the fat steward of Youyuanzhai.

The steward was a little more satisfied this time. He thought that Mo Hua...'s brother was diligent and his brushwork was much more proficient than before. He was also willing to continue to cooperate. After giving Mo Hua six spiritual stones, he gave Mo Hua ten more materials.

Mo Hua has already earned twelve spiritual stones. At this rate, he can still make a fortune a year ago and earn at least six more spiritual stones.

 Mo Hua painted more carefully, and became more comfortable with the open fire formation. His spiritual consciousness also improved a lot. He was able to draw a complete open fire formation without exhausting his spiritual consciousness, which greatly reduced the time it took for Mo Hua to draw the formation.

A few days later, Mo Hua finished dinner and was about to go back to the house when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Moshan stood up and opened the door, and found two people standing outside the door.

 One of them is a young man, wearing clean and tidy Taoist robes. He appears to be of high cultivation and behaves very politely.

The other person is a middle-aged monk with a few shallow scars on his face. His eyes look calm, but there is an edge between them. His spiritual power is obviously much stronger. He should be at least a monk at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining. .

“Children, is there a Brother Mo Shan living here?”

"Are you looking for my dad?" Mo Hua asked, tilting his head.

The middle-aged monk's eyes became gentle when he looked at Mo Hua, "You must be Mo Hua!"

Mo Shan also came out to welcome him, cupping his hands and saying, "Brother Ji!"

The middle-aged monk returned the favor and said, "Brother Mo, I'm sorry for bothering you so late! We, father and son, came from Heishan City and traveled all night and night, and we arrived at this time."

 “Is there a place to stay?”

"Yes, they are brothers from my father's generation. I just happened to go to visit and stay temporarily. I came to you to discuss the matter you mentioned before..."

 “Come in and talk.”

Mo Shan welcomed them in. Liu Ruhua cleared the table, made tea and brought it to the table. Mo Shan invited the two of them to sit down. Then he introduced to Mo Hua:

“This is your uncle Ji, whose name is Qingbai, and the one next to him is your elder brother Ji, whose name is the word rite.”

Mo Hua saluted solemnly: "Hello, Uncle Ji, hello, Brother Ji!"

Ji Qingbai smiled and nodded. He wanted to praise him a few times, but when he saw Mo Shan, a tall and burly man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and the delicate and well-behaved Mo Shan with fair skin next to him, he said "a tiger father has no dog son", so he didn't praise him. out.

 Generally, the father is tall and strong, and the son is also tough-headed, so this sentence is more appropriate.

But he is a monster hunter. He usually only knows how to fight monsters and praise people's children. Basically, the general saying "a tiger father has no dog son" is enough. Now this sentence does not apply. Ji Qingbai was suddenly at a loss for words. .

"This kid..." Ji Qingbai hesitated for a while before he thought of "He looks so good!"

To avoid making people feel perfunctory, Ji Qingbai added: "He is handsome, very similar to Brother Mo, his eyebrows are gentle, and his temperament is similar to his younger siblings. He is well-educated and sensible. I have never seen such a good-looking child."

Mo Shan didn’t think much about it. As long as someone praised his ink paintings, he would be happy.

Mo Shan said a few polite words, and then said to Mo Hua: "Dad and your Uncle Ji will discuss something. You go back to the house to play first."

"good!"

Mo Hua saluted Ji Qingbai and returned to his room.

Ji Qingbai should be a monster hunter too. He came to his father to talk about monster hunting.

Mo Shan is tall and tall, with a very good talent for body refining. He is at the eighth level of Qi refining. He practices several powerful body refining martial arts such as the Golden Claw and the Fiery Fist. He also has rich experience in hunting monsters. In addition, he is a righteous person, so he is quite famous among the demon refining masters in Tongxian City during the Qi refining period.

“Ji Qingbai came to see dad, probably to discuss hunting monsters in the inner mountains of Daheishan after the new year...”

 Inner mountains must be dangerous...

Mo Hua thought for a while and sighed again. These are not things that I can worry about now. I am only at the second level of Qi refining, and I cannot practice physical training or martial arts. I haven't chosen any exercises yet, and I don't know a single spell, so I can't help at all.

 Let’s concentrate on drawing the formation.

Ink Hua took out the paper and pen, poured ink into the inkstone, and then concentrated on drawing the formation, hoping to draw a complete open fire formation before falling asleep and entering the sea of ​​consciousness.

Dip the pen into ink and move it up and down. The light red ink outlines one pattern after another as the tip of the pen moves.

The Minghuo Array is familiar with the chest, and the ink painting is basically hard to paint.

 After drawing a few sticks of incense, the fire on the lamp suddenly flickered out, and the room became dark.

 The lamp is broken?

Mo Hua stopped writing and took advantage of the light in the hall. He picked up the lamp on the table and looked over it. He couldn't help but muttered: "Has it been used for too long?"

There is still a long time before the ion time, and Mo Hua still wants to draw the formation for a while.

How to do it?

Mo Hua grabbed the lamp and walked to the door. Through the crack in the door, he saw Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai still chatting in the hall.

Mo Hua didn't want to disturb Mo Shan at this time. He was just about to retract his head when he heard Mo Shan say: "Hua'er, what's the matter?"

mo Hua then realized that he had been discovered.

Moshan is probably at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and Uncle Ji is only higher. If he glanced through the crack in the door, of course he couldn't escape their consciousness.

Mo Hua could only say: "Dad, the light is broken."

Mo Shan waved, "Bring it to me and see."

Mo Hua handed over the lamp.

Mo Shan took it, twisted it hard, opened the base of the lamp, took a look and said:

"After using it for a long time, the formation inside has faded. Dad will buy you a new one tomorrow. Go to bed early tonight."

"Array?" Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Dad, show me."

Mo Shan was slightly stunned, but still handed the lamp to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took the lamp over and found that the formation on the base looked familiar. It was very similar to the pattern of the open fire formation, but it was obviously cruder and there were only two.

  It should be an open flame array drawn by cutting corners to save costs.

 The open fire formation, the ink painting is very familiar.

 “Dad, wait a minute.”

Mo Hua ran back to the house, took a pen and ink, and traced a few strokes on the faded formation on the base. Then he looked at it, changed the place, and drew a few more strokes.

 Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai stopped talking and watched attentively.

 After a while, the ink painting was finished, "Dad, you try again."

Mo Shan took the lamp, screwed the base back on, and then turned the small switch on the lamp. The lamp was lit again, and the room became brighter.

"Okay?" Mo Shan was slightly surprised, then patted Mo Hua's head fondly, "That's right, take it back. Remember to rest early and don't study too late."

Mo Hua hummed and said, "Dad, Uncle Ji, you continue chatting, I'm going back to the house first." After saying that, he grabbed the lamp and ran back into the house.

Mo Shan said to Ji Sihai: "Sorry, brother Ji, let's continue talking."

Ji Qingbai didn't seem to hear anything. He stared at Mo Hua's back as he entered the room. He was stunned for a long time before he considered and said, "Mo Hua, this kid, should be at the second level of Qi Refining."

 (End of this chapter)