Chapter 239: The Thousand-Jin Cudgel
“Is there any family or sect that does not oppress casual cultivators?”
"Of course there is." Mo Shan explained: "Some families have strict sects, and some sects have strict sect rules and will not do anything out of the ordinary. Or their cultivation industry does not compete with casual cultivators for profit. There is no need to treat low-level monks harshly."
"But these are only a minority after all. As long as they are weak, they will be oppressed. It's just a matter of time."
Mo Shan sighed again and continued:
"It's okay for us in Tongxian City. The days of casual cultivators in some places are in dire straits. Not to mention some high-level states, where aristocratic families and sects have been inherited for thousands of years and have been entrenched in one place, like behemoths. Those casual cultivators who are oppressed by them are the There is truly no day to turn over…”
After hearing this, Mo Hua felt a little heavy.
Mo Shan saw Mo Hua's expression was a little down, touched Mo Hua's head, smiled and comforted:
"We just have to do our own thing well, and we can't control these things. If you really have extraordinary abilities in the future, it's not too late to consider these things."
“Yeah!” Mo Hua nodded.
“And your Uncle Ji, he is new here. If there is anything he can do to help, please try his best to help. Brother Ji is a man of justice and willing to help others. When our family was in embarrassment, we received a lot of help from him.”
“I know, Dad.”
After that, Mo Shan was busy with hunting monsters. After a few days, he had some free time, so he prepared some gifts, some wine and meat, elixirs and some daily utensils, and paid a visit to Ji Qingbai.
Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai talked about old times, and before leaving, he gave him a bag of spiritual stones and said, "Brother Ji, keep these for emergencies."
Ji Qingbai refused to accept the offer.
Mo Shan said casually: "Brothers should support each other. When my family was in difficulty, I also received help from you, so I shouldn't refuse."
Ji Qingbai reluctantly accepted it.
He left Qingxuan City and traveled all the way. He had almost used up all the money he had saved.
When I arrived in Tongxian City, I didn't want to be bothered by my family friends for a long time, so I rented a small courtyard. It was not big and not expensive, and it was enough to barely live in it.
After that, I added some bits and pieces, and the few spiritual stones that were originally there were quickly used up.
Mo Shan sent the spirit stone, which is like giving help in the snow.
He wouldn't have taken it before, but now that he was short of money, he could only accept it gratefully.
When he recovers from his injuries, he and Ji Li can go into the mountains to hunt monsters, earn spiritual stones, and then return them to Mo Shan.
In the evening, Ji Qingbai and Ji Li discussed going into the mountains to hunt monsters, and Fu Lan came in from outside.
Her injury has improved a lot in the past few days. Although she has not fully recovered, she can already move around.
Fu Lan was also a casual cultivator and had lived a hard life since he was a child, so he wanted to earn some spiritual stones to solve his urgent needs without being too much of a drag on Uncle Ji and Brother Ji.
Thinking of the Fushan Tower mentioned by Mo Hua, which was not far away, she went to ask about it and only came back now.
"Your injury is not healed, please rest more." Ji Qingbai said with concern when he saw that her face was still a little pale.
Ji Li helped her sit down and poured her a cup of tea.
Fu Lan's pale face turned slightly red.
Ji Qingbai looked calm when he saw the two of them like this, but he felt very relieved in his heart.
After a while, he remembered and asked, "Have you been to Fushan Tower?"
Fu Lan nodded, "They accepted me and gave me a lot of spiritual stones every month."
Ji Qingbai breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
“It's just...” Fu Lan looked a little confused.
“Just what?”
"It's just that they heard that I was a monk from out of town, so they didn't want to take me in at first, but then I mentioned the little brother's name, and they kept me without saying anything," Fu Lan said.
Ji Qingbai was stunned, "Ink painting?"
Fu Lan nodded.
Ji Qingbai was a little surprised, "This kid Mo Hua has so much face..."
Such a big dining room, but he still cares about his face.
Moreover, he unexpectedly learned during the day that Mo Hua was still a small formation master, and many formations in casual cultivation were made by Mo Hua.
This shocked Ji Qingbai.
Before he came, he thought that Mo Hua would no longer learn formations, so he felt regretful. Unexpectedly, Mo Hua has become a genuine formation master.
Ji Qingbai said solemnly: "No matter what, we all owe someone a favor, and we must find a way to repay him in the future. Especially the kid Mo Hua, we can't let him have any accidents."
As a formation master in casual cultivation, you have such a good heart, and you must not make any mistakes.
Ji Li and Fu Lan both nodded seriously.
Ji Qingbai felt relieved and sighed: "I have walked around and looked around in the past few days. Tongxian City is really different. If I can really settle here, I can live a good life."
He has been busy all his life, and all he wants is to live in peace and stability. Now, after going through a lot of twists and turns, he has finally found a place to settle down.
Ji Qingbai glanced at Ji Li and Fu Lan again, feeling relieved and smiling slightly:
"If you don't mind it, just start a family here. After a while, I will arrange a marriage for you and form a Taoist couple."
The two of them were stunned for a moment, their faces suddenly turned red, they looked at each other quietly, and then lowered their heads.
It was dark at night, and although the light in the small courtyard was weak, it gradually became warm.
Two days later, Mo Hua was practicing the relief formation in the restaurant.
He first drew a complex formation himself, and then solved it himself.
Such a piece of paper can be regarded as having practiced the formation twice, and it is self-drawing and self-explanation, but it is a bit useless.
As Mo was drawing, Dazhu ran over and said that his toothless mace was finished.
Mo Hua regained his energy, left behind the unfinished formation, and went to the weapon refining shop with Dazhu.
Master Chen handed an iron rod to Mo Hua:
"It's finished as you said. There are no wolf fangs, and the position of the formation has been retained. The outside is wrapped with iron sheet, which is very strong. The inside is made of hard wood, and it is not too heavy."
“Thank you, Master Chen!”
Mo Hua happily took the iron rod and looked at it carefully several times.
The iron rod is silver-white, with a tough outer skin. It is thicker than both of Mo Hua's arms and feels heavy in the hand.
I tried the ink painting, but it was still a bit heavy, but this is my own problem, not the iron rod's.
Mo Hua was very satisfied with the iron rod and praised: "It's very good, worthy of Master Chen!"
Master Chen was so happy that he straightened his beard.
Hooking up his ink painting, he drew a first-grade formation on the iron rod. The formation was named "Qianjun Formation".
Thousand Jun Formation is a first-level formation of the Five Elements Earth Element. After being injected with spiritual power and stimulated, the spiritual weapon of the inscription and painting formation will instantly become as heavy as a thousand Jun.
Of course, to say "Qianjun" is to brag.
Mo Hua himself doesn't believe it.
Many of the names given by monks to their exercises and formations cannot be fully trusted. Just give them a rough idea.
The exact weight of this formation is unknown to Mo Hua, and the severity will vary depending on the amount of spiritual power that activates the formation.
But no matter what, it must be very heavy, and it is definitely enough to hit people.
In Mo Hua's idea, he first lifted up the iron rod, and then activated the formation. The iron rod was blessed by the formation, and it instantly weighed as much as a stone, and then hit it hard.
In this way, even if he is not a physical practitioner and his body is not strong, the iron rod will still have enough strength.
It should be enough for picking up leaks, making up for last-hitting damage, and hitting sap.
The Qianjun Formation is not difficult. I learned the ink painting in two nights.
The formation is not difficult to draw, and the ink drawing can be completed in half an hour.
Mo Hua arrived at Daheishan and found a big stone to try.
He first raised the iron rod high, and then injected spiritual power into it. The gray-brown pattern on the iron rod flashed by, and then fell heavily in an instant.
The stone was smashed into pieces, and Mo Hua's hand was numb from the shock.
Although my hands are numb, I am still very satisfied with the ink painting.
He gave the iron rod a name he had already thought of:
What a great stick!
(End of this chapter)
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