Chapter 221 Luo Mansion
The disciple was five or six years older than Mo Hua. He had an extraordinary appearance and was polite. He rushed over, saluted Mo Hua respectfully, and then invited Mo Hua to come in.
Mo Hua followed him past the crowd and towards Luo Mansion. As soon as he stepped over the steps, Master Luo went out to greet him personally.
Mo Hua then saluted and said, "Master Luo, happy New Year!"
Master Luo returned the gift in person and said with a smile on his face: "Happy New Year, little friends, please come in."
After speaking, he led the way and invited Mo Hua in.
The originally noisy door suddenly became much quieter. The monks blinked and looked at each other.
“Is that Master Luo just now?”
"right…"
“How can you be so polite to a child?”
“Don't you know, it is said that that child is also a first-class formation master...”
“What the **** are you talking about? How old are you? A first-class formation master?”
“Why do you curse?”
“Why can't I stop scolding you for talking nonsense?”
“That's right, that child's identity is probably very unusual. He might be the illegitimate child of some big family…”
“Another nonsense, looking at the clothes he is wearing, it is obvious that he is an ordinary casual cultivator…”
Everyone was talking a lot and arguing for a while.
Master Luo's disciples shouted loudly: “Everyone, be silent!”
The monks all stopped talking and could only hide their doubts in their hearts for the time being.
Mo Hua entered Master Luo's cave and found that there were already many people inside, many of whom were formation masters.
These formation masters all greeted Mo Hua in a friendly manner. Even if there were a few who were not convinced, they did not dare to show it too obviously.
Among the crowd, there was also an array master wearing silver-white Taoist robes.
Master Luo introduced him: "This is Master Qian."
Mo Hua has already made some speculations, but although Master Qian is from the Qian family, he has no direct conflict with him and has given him gifts, so Mo Hua doesn't take it to heart.
“Hello, Master Qian.” Mo Hua greeted him politely.
Master Qian was obviously stunned for a moment, with a rather surprised look on his face. It seemed that he did not expect that Mo Hua would take the initiative to say hello. After a moment, he returned the greeting: "Mo..."
Master Qian paused, feeling a little confused for a moment.
Logically speaking, Mo Hua has the strength of a first-class formation master and should be called "Master Mo", but he is too young, so calling him "Master" seems inappropriate.
If you don't call him “Master”, it seems disrespectful.
After all, according to Master Luo, the formation level of Mo Hua is even higher than him.
“Just call me Mo Hua.” Mo Hua said.
He doesn't particularly care about these titles.
Master Qian hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't say anything. After thinking about it again and again, he called out "Mr. Xiao Mo."
It not only shows respect, but also does not call the ink painting "old".
Mo Hua nodded and thought it was appropriate.
Master Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
Master Luo had told him that Mo Hua had a kind-hearted nature and was not someone who would retaliate for his anger. He was still doubtful, but when he saw Mo Hua, he felt relieved.
Be gentle and courteous, treating others like a spring breeze.
Although he is young, he does have the magnanimity of a great formation master.
After that, the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.
Master Luo invites everyone to appreciate some formations. Some are obscure formations, some are remnants of ancient formations, and some are exquisite handicrafts that carve formations on tiny fruit cores.
Ink painting is an eye-opener.
The formations above are not unusual, but the application in the formation media is ingenious, something Mo Hua has never thought of.
Master Qian took out the tea leaves from his collection and invited everyone to taste them. Among these tea leaves, there are some that are fresh and green, some that are as curved as a dragon, some that are wrapped like a snail, and some that are as flat as a leaf.
The tea soup brewed is either fresh or tender, some is mellow, some is sweet or bitter, and some is clear.
Although I can't taste the ink painting, I still think it tastes good.
Then, there are some exchanges on formations.
Master Luo put forward some opinions and asked everyone to discuss them with each other to determine the authenticity.
Everyone talked animatedly, but no one spoke to Mo Hua.
First, they are not familiar with it, and second, it is said that Mo Hua is also a first-level formation master. Many of them can still only draw seven or eight formation patterns. They are still far away from first-level formation masters. They are self-aware, so they dare not ask Mo Hua.
After all the formation masters finished talking, Master Luo nodded and asked Mo Hua what he thought.
Mo Hua simply said a few sentences.
Most of them involve issues of formation hubs and formation patterns, and I am very familiar with ink painting in this area.
Moreover, he knows all the formation pivots of the first-grade restoration formation, so the formation pivots of ordinary formations are naturally not a problem.
After hearing this, everyone's attitude towards Mo Hua became a little more respectful.
“He is indeed a first-grade formation master, and he has profound skills and extensive knowledge of formations. His attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, and he does not hide his selfishness in formations.”
Everyone said silently in their hearts that some formation masters who were a little unconvinced before now became much more respectful.
After finishing the chat, it was getting late and Mo Hua was about to go back.
Master Luo and Master Qian sent the ink paintings to the door, and other formation masters also gathered around to see them off.
“When you are free someday, you can come over to drink tea, chat, and exchange formations.” Master Luo said with a smile.
“Yeah, sure, next time, see you all!” Mo Hua waved his hand.
Mo Hua then left, with the formation book given to him by Master Luo and the fine tea leaves given to him by Master Qian still in his storage bag.
Master Qian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the figure of the ink painting disappearing into the street.
“Don't worry.” Master Luo smiled.
Master Qian cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Master Luo."
Master Luo smiled and said: "There are not many formation masters in Tongxian City, and even fewer who can reach the first level. You and I should help each other, so there is no need to say thank you."
Master Qian frowned and said, "Mo Hua... Mr. Xiao Mo's formation attainments are truly extraordinary. He must have been taught by a master or under the guidance of an expert..."
Master Luo coughed and stopped Master Qian from continuing.
“So what?” Master Luo said.
“Master Luo doesn't want to know who the master behind him is?”
“What can you do if you know, and what can you do if you don't know?” Master Luo asked.
“This…” Master Qian couldn't say.
"What is an expert?" Master Luo looked at Master Qian and asked himself. "We are called experts because we can't touch them. Since we can't touch them, why bother asking?"
“In the nine realms of cultivation, we are just cultivating qi. We are at the lowest level, and there are countless experts above us.”
"Since he is an expert, he must be something we cannot guess and cannot afford to offend. It is best not to ask."
“If you ask questions rashly and make them unhappy, you will bring disaster upon yourself!”
Master Qian was shocked.
He always thought that Master Luo could be a first-class formation master because he was smooth and lucky. But now he realized that he had underestimated Master Luo.
With such insight, it is no wonder that he can get along like a fish in water in Tongxian City.
“Qian has learned a lesson!” Master Qian said solemnly, bowing.
Master Luo, however, held his hand and said, "These are all trivial matters. But Brother Qian's tea is really good. It's still early, why not drink a few more cups?"
Master Qian also smiled and said, "That would be disrespectful."
(End of this chapter)
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