Asking About Longevity Chapter 373

Chapter 373 First Grade

Mo Hua was awakened by the bell of Cangyun Sect.

He opened his eyes drowsily, and then realized that he was taking part in the qualification assessment of a first-level formation master, and at this time, there was only one cup of tea left before the end of the assessment.

Mo Hua checked his answer sheet again and found that there were no problems, so he lay on the table again, waiting to hand in the answer sheet.

The tabletop is smooth and cool, and it is quite comfortable to lie down on.

 It's just that the examiner always stared at him, which made Mo Hua feel a little uncomfortable.

But he is an examiner, so there seems to be no problem in doing so.

 After tea time, the bell rang again.

 One after another, the formation masters sealed the answer sheets and handed them over to the examiners.

Ink painting also follows the pattern of gourd painting and ladle painting, blending in with the crowd and handing your answer sheet to the examiner.

Mo Hua felt that he had kept a low profile, but there were still many formation masters looking at him along the way.

There is also the examiner, who has a serious look on his face. He doesn't look at others but just stares at him. He even hesitates to speak.

 Made Mo Hua a little confused.

He didn't do anything...

 Could it be because you fell asleep during the exam?

 After handing in the paper, Mo Hua left Wenxian Hall and suddenly felt relaxed.

 The assessment itself was not tiring and he finished it quickly.

 On the contrary, being stared at by others is a bit tiring.

Mo Hua has a strong sense of consciousness, and he can detect whenever someone looks at him.

 When others look at him, his consciousness will start to move accordingly. Over time, he will still feel very tired.

 After finishing the exam, Mo Hua will stay in Cangyun Sect for three days.

 Within these three days, the examiners from Tianshu Pavilion will review the answer sheets, review the formations, and finally determine the number of first-grade formation masters.

When Mo Hua had nothing to do, he would practice formations by himself, or go shopping in Qingshan City with his father, Mo Shan. If he encountered interesting things, he would buy some and think about giving them back to his mother.

 Two days later, the answer sheet has been reviewed.

 In the closed hall, the answer sheets for the first rank were temporarily drawn up and put together.

There are several examination rooms for the final product assessment, and each examination room has an examiner. At this time, these examiners gathered together and began to discuss the final product:

 “This Zhao Cheng from Qingxuan City is one hundred and ninety-six years old and has an experienced writing skills. In my opinion, he can be awarded the first rank..."

“It's more conservative than flexible, so I don't think it's particularly good…”

"Yang Xu, Qingshan City, is eighty-six years old. He has a profound knowledge of formations and can be regarded as a young and promising person."

“The Yang family's background is indeed good, but at eighty-six years old, they are a bit young, so the quota should be given to some veteran formation masters..."

 “How many places do we have left?”

"There are not many left. Several big families have said hello and asked for a few places. There are also some sects that have reserved some places. There are still two places. It is the golden elixir monk who takes the spirit stone for the younger generation. Donated…”

　　“After all, there are less than five left.”

 “Sigh...it's so difficult to be a human being.” An examiner sighed.

“Otherwise, what should we do? The higher-ups have said hello, we can't afford to offend, and we have to do it…”

 Several examiners were talking about it.

There was an examiner with a stiff face, but he looked at an answer sheet without saying a word, with a look of disbelief on his face.

“Brother Zhao, what are you looking at?” an examiner asked curiously.

The examiner named Zhao came to his senses, spread out the answer sheet in his hand, and said slowly:

 “Look at this formation…”

Everyone looked over one after another, and they were all a little surprised:

 “Good writing skills!”

 “The foundation is very profound!”

 “The flow of clouds and flowing water, completed in one go, is somewhat like a master...”

 “It's really good!”

After the praise, another examiner said doubtfully:

“We missed such a good formation?”

“Such an attainment in formations is not included in the list of drafting the first grade?”

Hearing this, a middle-aged examiner smiled bitterly and said:

 “I picked it out…”

 Others frowned and asked, "Why?"

 The examiner pointed to the name column at the top of the answer sheet, "How old do you think this formation master is?"

 The word "ink painting" is written on the curly eyebrows.

When everyone saw this, they looked at each other and guessed:

 “How come you have to be one or two hundred years old if you have such a profound foundation?”

 “I guess more than two hundred…”

“Being under a hundred years old is not impossible. After all, there are so many geniuses among the formation masters…”

 The middle-aged examiner said slowly: "Thirteen years old."

 Everyone was stunned.

"How many?"

"Thirteen."

 “What a joke.”

“At the age of thirteen, how many formations can you draw and how many formation books have you read?”

 “One hundred and thirty years old is almost...”

The examiner surnamed Zhao sighed, "It's thirteen years old."

 The room was quiet for a moment.

 “Are you really thirteen?”

"impossible."

 “What about the liar?”

“Did he draw this himself? It couldn't have been written by someone else…”

 “How can I ghostwrite when there is someone to invigilate the exam?”

 “Who invigilated this person?”

The examiner surnamed Zhao, who had a serious face and a rigid face, said calmly: "It's me."

At this time, everyone was speechless.

Someone asked: "Brother Zhao, did he really draw this formation himself?"

The examiner named Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "Yes."

He didn't want to believe it either, but with the formation in front of him, he had no choice but to believe it.

　　Previously, he just wanted to take out the scroll of ink painting to see what he had drawn blindly. If it was really nonsense, he would report it to Tianshu Pavilion and hold the local Daoting Secretary accountable.

It's just that he didn't expect that this formation would make him ashamed...

Someone asked the middle-aged examiner again, "If this is the case, this child can draw so well, why did you exclude him alone?"

The middle-aged examiner said helplessly: "He's too young...We all have to consider it carefully if a formation master under 100 years old is appointed to a rank. What's more, he is only thirteen..."

“If we really give him a try, others will definitely say that we have a shady secret…”

 One of the examiners nodded, "No need for others to tell me, I myself feel that there is something shady."

“It's a pity...This formation is so well drawn. Anyway, I feel sorry for myself..."

 Everyone felt a little sorry.

The examiner named Zhao said solemnly: "Give him a grade."

 The other formation masters were startled. The middle-aged examiners all frowned and said:

"If you give him a rank, he will be questioned and criticized. If Tianshu Pavilion pursues it, we will be in trouble."

"And he is too young. There will be many opportunities in the future, so there is no need to rush now."

The examiner named Zhao said: "If we don't give him a grade, we will be in even greater trouble."

 The middle-aged examiner frowned: "Brother Zhao, what does this mean?"

The examiner surnamed Zhao said slowly: "As we all know, learning the formation method requires the guidance of a teacher. If an unknown teacher gives guidance, it will be difficult to move forward."

"He is thirteen years old. If he has a good level of character, he must be taught by an expert."

“We don't know who this expert is, but his identity, background, and formation skills must be extremely profound, and we cannot afford to offend him...”

 “This is just one of them,” the examiner named Zhao raised his index finger.

“Second,” he then raised his second finger and sighed: “We can't afford to offend this child.”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then gradually figured it out.

 At the age of thirteen, he is at the level of a first-grade formation, and his talent is astonishing.

Once he becomes a second-grade or above second-grade formation master in the future, who can bear their grievances, settle their old accounts, and hold them accountable?

 “And a little more.”

The examiner surnamed Zhao added, "This child's formation talent is even more terrifying than you think now."

 Everyone frowned in confusion.

The examiner named Zhao was silent for a long time and sighed bitterly:

“He spent most of the exam sleeping…”

 All the examiners looked stunned.

"sleep?"

　　“How can it be that you are actually sleeping?”

Seeing that they didn't understand, the examiner named Zhao said helplessly:

“This means that he finished all the first-grade formations used for the examination in a very short time, and then he was bored and slept until the end of the examination..."

The examiners thought about it carefully, and when they thought about it, they all felt suffocated and felt chilled in their hearts.

 Who is this?

 Is this something that humans can do?

 Where did this little monster come from...

"So," the examiner surnamed Zhao looked around and said solemnly, "we must order a grade for him!"

　　The examiners looked at each other, and they were all stunned and speechless, with nothing to say.

Now that things have come to a point, this first grade has to be given even if it is not given.

 One of the examiners sighed and murmured:

“Thirteen years old, I'm afraid this is the youngest first-order formation master in the Black Mountain State in the past thousand years...”

 The list was released the next day, and Mo Hua saw his name on the first-grade list.

Mo Hua felt happy.

 “Tongxian City, ink painting, first-grade formation master.”

 On the list there is only place of birth and name, no other information.

 Mo Hua didn't shout “I won!”

 So the formation masters around him didn't know that he had passed the qualification and became a first-level formation master.

 After the joy, Mo Hua felt surprised, but after thinking about it, he didn't feel surprised at all.

 The surprise is that there is really nothing shady about it.

Unsurprisingly, the answer sheet is indeed too simple. Becoming a first-level formation master is indeed not difficult for him now.

His father Mo Shan was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Although it has been known for a long time that Mo Hua has the ability of a first-class formation master, the meaning is still different after it has been officially approved by the Taoist court.

Moshan hosted a banquet for several executive officials who were traveling with him at the dining hall of Qingshan City, both as a thank you and a celebration.

 Several executive officers are honored.

 This trip can also be said to be a fruitful return.

 Eat, drink, and have fun, and successfully finalize the order, becoming a first-level formation master.

 After that, go back to Cangyun Sect to clean up, and then you can go home.

Before leaving, Mo Hua unexpectedly met the examiner who was invigilating his exam.

Mo Hua stepped forward and bowed. Just when he didn't know what to call him, the examiner said:

“My surname is Zhao, and I am from Tianshu Pavilion Xuezheng.”

Mo Hua didn't know what the position of Xuezheng in Tianshu Pavilion was, but he still said respectfully: “Master Xuezheng.”

 Zhao Xuezheng said: "I have an unkind request."

 “Please tell me if you want to learn from the truth.”

 “You come with me.”

Zhao Xuezheng took the ink painting to an empty hall, laid out the array paper, took out the pen and ink, and said to the ink painting: "Can you please draw another molten fire array for me to see."

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Is this the follow-up assessment of a first-grade formation master?"

Zhao Xuezheng shook his head, "No, it's my personal request."

Mo Hua felt relieved and nodded. Then he held the pen in his little hand and moved smoothly. In a short while, he finished painting the molten fire array.

Even though he had expected it, Zhao Xuezheng was still shocked.

That child was really drawing formations that day...

 It's just that his brushwork is too skillful and casual, and he is too young, so it looks like a child scribbling.

 At your fingertips, this is the manifestation of the first-level formation technique at its most advanced state.

How highly savvy is this kid, and how many times has he drawn formations...

 Zhao Xuezheng's mood was ups and downs, and in the end he could only sigh in his heart:

　　"There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside people..."

Zhao Xuezheng's attitude suddenly became much more serious, and with a hint of respect, he cupped his hands and said:

 “Thank you, little friend!”

Mo Hua didn't know what he was thanking, so he waved his hands habitually and said, “Xue Zheng is polite.”

 Zhao Xuezheng nodded slightly, with admiration in his eyes, and then said:

 “It's a farewell this time, but we'll see you again someday!”

Mo Hua also said goodbye, and then followed his father Mo Shan on Daotingsi's carriage, wandering away from Cangyun Sect and embarked on the way home.

Zhao Xuezheng was standing on the peak of Cangyun Sect, watching Mo Hua's carriage traveling far away, wondering what he was thinking.

 After a while, a disciple from Tianshu Pavilion came over and invited Zhao Xuezheng to go to Wenxian Hall to discuss matters.

 Zhao Xuezheng nodded, but did not move.

This disciple was a little confused. Following Xuezheng's gaze, he saw the carriage that was about to disappear into the green mountains. He said with some doubts:

“Xue Zheng, is this little formation master named Mo really so powerful?”

This disciple's surname is Zhao. He belongs to the same clan as Zhao Xue and has some connections. Therefore, Zhao Xuezheng brought him out for this final assessment to have some experience.

Zhao Xuezheng nodded and said: "This is the most talented formation master I have ever seen so far."

The disciple was stunned, frowned and said, "It's impossible for him to be more talented than the seventh young master of our Zhao family..."

This disciple was a little dissatisfied, "Although the Seventh Young Master was determined to be a first-level formation master at the age of twenty, if his ancestor had not allowed him to settle down, he would have been able to participate in the selection process long ago. Not to mention thirteen years old, he could have become a first-level formation master at least fifteen years old. "

“As for our Zhao family, we have a solid foundation in formation studies. The seventh young master has to learn a lot of things since he was a child, which has slowed down the progress of finalizing the product.”

"In terms of talent and formation prospects, this little brother named Mo may not be as good as our seventh young master..."

 “You don't understand.” Zhao Xuezheng shook his head.

The disciple was confused, "What don't you understand?"

Zhao Xuezheng looked into the distance again, sighed, and said slowly:

“The seventh young master decided to order one product because he could order one product, and this boy decided to order one product because we can only order one product...”

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