Asking About Longevity

Chapter 89 Guidance (Second update)

Mo Hua sighed, "I originally thought that although Qian Xing was arrogant and domineering, at best he was just a **** who bullied others. I didn't expect that he could do all sorts of bad things behind his back..."

Hearing this, Zhang Lan's eyes narrowed slightly and he said seriously: "Mo Hua, you have often heard the saying 'people's hearts are sinister'."

Mo Hua nodded.

“The evil in the human heart is sometimes invisible. Bad people don’t write the word ‘bad’ on their faces. Many despicable people appear to be the same as ordinary people, or even more like good people than ordinary people.”

“Most of the things that people can let everyone see are things that can be seen with light. It is unknown what kind of secrets are hidden in places that cannot be seen by the light..."

 “Forget it, forget it, let’s not talk about this.”

“Does this gentleman have a name?” Zhang Lan asked.

Zhang Lan nodded, and suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait a minute, you are right, what do you mean by doing as I say?"

Mo Hua looked at Zhang Lan with a hint of disgust, and whispered: "One earth fire array can cause damage, but two earth fire arrays will kill you..."

Zhang Lan then whispered: "Even if you use the Earth Fire Formation, it will only seriously injure him, but still not kill him. You are only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, so you have no other means..."

Mo Hua thought for a while and said: "If he knew, with his self-respect, he would definitely not tell the family, because it would be very embarrassing to be injured by a monk on the fourth level of Qi Refining."

Mo Hua approached Zhang Lan and lowered his voice: "I have thought about it, and I will do as you say. After the explosion, wash away the ashes with water, and pinch a spiritual stone in place to confuse the spiritual power, so that they don't know that I am using Made of formation..."

Mo Hua said: "My talent is very average. I'm very happy if sir can teach me the formation."

 It is his fate to meet Mo Hua.

Zhang Lan nodded. There are many monks like this in the monastic world. They have weird personalities and don't like to socialize, so they find a secluded place to do something they like.

 “What do you mean, just forget it? No guidance means no guidance!”

“By the way, you should have a master when learning formations.” Zhang Lan had always wanted to ask this question.

Mo Hua pretended not to hear.

"Not master, just Mr., I am just Mr.'s registered disciple." Mo Hua didn't hide it either.

 Zhang Lan saw that Mo Hua looked a little regretful and asked, "What's the pity?"

Zhang Lan still couldn't help but ask. He thought Mo Hua was a pretty good kid. He was diligent, hard-working, and had a high level of understanding, but sometimes he was rather irritating when he spoke. Zhang Lan himself is not good at formations. Otherwise, he would have wanted to accept Mo Hua as his apprentice.

"I splashed his eyes with spiritual ink, so he shouldn't be able to see."

 “What if he really knows?”

  Qian Xing was not killed by the explosion.

The Qian family may not want to make a big fuss about this matter. After all, they were wrong in the first place. They deceived others and were bombed into disgrace. If everyone knew about it, they would be the ones who would be embarrassed.

 Ink painting is not a material for body training, and fighting at close quarters is just looking for death.

If you really want to pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, and implicat Qian Xing in the scandalous things he did in private, Daotingsi will have enough to drink from it.

Even if there is such a formation, it is a secret formation treasured by a big family and will not be spread easily.

Among all the monastic professions, formation techniques are the most difficult to learn, and the assessment and qualification of formation masters are also the most stringent.

"Pity…"

As long as the Qian family doesn't take action, even if Qian Xing takes personal revenge, Mo Hua should be careful and he won't suffer much loss.

"He is going to be a formation master. It's normal to draw seven lines. I'm not a formation master. I'm just learning casually. Drawing five or six lines shouldn't be too much..." Zhang Lan nodded.

"The power of the formation is still a bit weak..."

 Mo Hua is a casual practitioner and has not practiced in a sect, but his level of formation is not low. In addition to studying and practicing **** his own, Zhang Lan guessed that he should also have a master to guide him.

"That is to say, for a person like Qian Xing, it is not a good thing to do good things in the light, let alone in a dark place, it is not surprising that he does any bad things."

"Although he didn't die in the explosion, he was still seriously injured. The Qian family is asking first-grade alchemists everywhere to treat his injuries. I don't know if they can save him. If you ask me, don't treat him. It's a waste of elixirs. .”

He didn't ask too many questions. He was very careful about everything. If he continued to ask questions, he would be meddling in other people's business. Some experts are most taboo about others prying into them.

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Zhang Lan couldn't think of any other method for ink painting.

Zhang Lan suddenly thought of a question: "The fourth level of Qi refining, the drawing of seven formation patterns, and the earth fire formation...are these talents very ordinary?"

 “Oh?” Zhang Lan thought, didn’t you admit it?

“But, how many formation patterns can an average formation master at the fourth level of Qi Refining draw? Is it four?”

After leaving the restaurant and walking on the road, the breeze blew on my face, blowing away the drunkenness and making me sober.

Zhang Lan glanced at Mo Hua in surprise, "Yes, my mind works pretty fast."

"Then there's no need to be afraid. He can be secretly attacked once, why can't he be attacked a second time? He was lucky the first time, but not the second time..." Mo Hua curled his lips and said.

He was a little worried about Mo Hua at first, but now it seems that he is still worried about Qian Xing.

  No matter how talented the formation master is, he still needs the guidance of others. Otherwise, let alone the vast array of formations, even the basic formation patterns will take a lot of time to learn and comprehend.

Mo Hua smiled sheepishly, "Isn't that thanks to your advice just now?" Zhang Lan blurted out: "I didn't give you any advice!"

Mo Hua looked up at the sky with his little face, pretending that he didn't say anything.

　　When he was in clan school, he hated drawing formations the most. His consciousness was consumed very quickly and his head hurt when he was drawing, so he didn't care about this kind of thing at all.

 Generally, monks who learn formations will have teachers from them. There is no such thing as self-taught.

Zhang Lan was stunned, "How can you ensure that his luck will be bad the second time?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "Mr. lives in seclusion. He likes to be quiet and doesn't want to be named."

Zhang Lan waved his hand and said, if he continues talking, he might become the mastermind.

"How many formation patterns can I draw on the fourth level of Qi Refining? Four? No, no matter what, I can draw five or six. This kid in Mo Hua can draw seven..."

 Zhang Lan nodded, he thought so too.

 Zhang Lan: “…”

Zhang Lan said, then suddenly remembered something and asked: "If Qian Xing is rescued, do you know that it was you who did it?"

As for the formation, the fourth level of Qi Refining can draw an earth-fire formation containing seven formations, which is almost the limit. Even if there is a more powerful formation, it is not much higher.

Mo Hua was only worried about the Qian family. As for Qian Xing, he called him a waste, but in fact he always felt that he was a waste in his heart. As long as you are not caught off guard and blocked in the road, and you take action when you disagree, it is not difficult to deal with money if you are prepared in advance.

"You don't want to find those weapon-making apprentices and beat Qian Xing to death..." Zhang Lan suddenly said.

 At the fourth level of Qi refining, I don’t know magic. Even if I know magic, it’s not very powerful.

Mo Hua comforted him and said, "I just want to say casually, how could I, a young monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining, do such a dangerous thing."

Although he does not take the initiative to cause trouble, he is not afraid of it. Something happened unexpectedly before, so he suffered a little loss. If he had been prepared, he would not be afraid of money.

Mo Hua could not imagine that Zhang Lan, who had always been idle, could say such a thing, and was shocked.

He was used to thinking about problems from the professional perspective of a monk, and he didn't expect there to be such a simple and unpretentious solution.

 Zhang Lan thought for a while and shook his head, still having no idea.

"What if he seeks revenge on you privately?" Zhang Lan couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Lan nodded and said nothing more. After finishing the meat and drinking the wine, he gave Mo Hua a few more instructions and left the restaurant.

 “Okay, even if you didn’t give me any advice.”

“Write a letter back when you have time and ask the clan how many formation patterns the disciples at the fourth level of Qi Refining can draw...”

 Zhang Lan thought silently.

 (End of this chapter)