Asking About Longevity Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Provocation

Sun Ze was shocked and said: "Does our Sun family really have such a heritage?"

Sun Yi glared at him, "How else do you think our Sun family's business came from?"

“Our ancestor is a powerful second-grade formation master, how could it be possible that he only passed down so little?”

Sun Ze frowned, "But where is this inheritance?"

Since he was a child, he has never seen or heard that the Sun family actually has such a top-secret formation.

"Dare to cut off my Sun family's financial path..."

“If there is no Foundation Establishment accompanying them, it means they are not descendants of aristocratic families. Even if they are, they are at best descendants of a down-and-out aristocratic families…”

Most of them, like old man Ding, have practiced the formation over and over again, and owe the Sun family debts that they cannot afford to pay back...

Of course he was just a doodle, and he couldn't understand what he was doing, so he often started drawing cows and chickens while he was drawing.

Ink Hua concentrated on drawing the formations. In the spiritual field, he also completed the incomplete formations bit by bit.

 The ancestors did not leave any formation inheritance to their descendants.

Sun Ze, who has only been able to draw four formation patterns so far, also nodded in agreement.

 Even with the calculation of divine consciousness, the specific location cannot be calculated.

He walked to the ink painting and said with a sad smile:

 “You little brat, you are ignorant.”

Sun Yi frowned even more tightly.

Sun Ze glanced at his father lightly and cursed in his heart, but did not dare to say anything. He turned his eyes slightly and asked:

“Then what should we do next?”

As for the kid who runs to the spiritual field every day, at such an old age, he doesn't even bother to look...

 A group of spiritual farmers looked on in shock.

He, a foundation-building monk, found it so difficult to understand the formations, let alone a brat who was only at the seventh level of Qi refining.

“The information we have today about our Sun family was gathered bit by bit from your great-grandfather's and grandfather's manuscripts.”

Those two children from aristocratic families are full of blood and spiritual power. They have reached the ninth level of Qi refining. Although their spiritual consciousness is strong, it is not as strong as the foundation building.

 But what was different from usual was that there were many people standing at the intersection, seemingly waiting for him.

The monk named Zhuang has never used his spiritual consciousness at all.

“Or maybe this spiritual consciousness comes from other monks and has nothing to do with this group of monks?”

Then he politely took the pastry, held it in his hands, put it in his mouth, and ate it slowly with smiling eyes.

Miao'er refused a few times symbolically, but finally couldn't refuse, so she said crisply: "Thank you, brother!"

"It doesn't matter." Sun Yi said calmly, "He interfered in the affairs of my Sun family. When it comes to this matter, we are responsible."

He doesn't understand complicated things, nor does he know the past events, but he still knows some things he has seen in the fields.

“If it's just a pretense and there's not even a foundation to be built, let them know that our Sun family's food is not that delicious either.”

Sun Ze smiled sadly, "Dad, I understand."

Mo Hua asked him some questions.

The little hand holding the pen in the ink painting hand picked it up almost at will. With a few strokes, he completed the outline of the formation.

And Mo Hua is just a thirteen-year-old monk.

“But if they are really disciples of aristocratic families, they will definitely be accompanied by Ji Ji when they are at the border of the second-grade state.”

 “Can I ask Mr. Xiao... to draw some formations for us?”

As they walked, they pushed the spiritual farmers on the road, chipped away at the field ridges, and destroyed the formations they had just drawn in ink one after another.

 “Thank you, little sir!”

“It seems that this calculation method still requires more practice. If you can figure out where the formation is by doing a little calculation like Master, you won't have to go to such trouble.”

These people are all spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village.

Sun Ze asked again: "Dad, can you tell which one of them has built the foundation? Whose spiritual consciousness did you sense that day?"

The legacy of our ancestors is justifiable, and those casual cultivators must endure it even if they can't bear it.

 “The gift is shabby, I hope the young gentleman... don't dislike it.”

 “Where is that kid?” Sun Ze asked again, “He ran to the spiritual field for nothing, and he also drew formations for those clay legs, which was a big hindrance.”

"We can also use this to test their background."

 He has been observing carefully in the past few days, but still has not discovered the source of the spiritual consciousness.

Some are a few spiritual stones, some are given bags of spiritual grain, some are a chicken, and some are some jade pendants and the like...

Sun Yi said contemptuously.

 “It's just overestimating your own abilities!”

 Some were in their twilight years, with gray hair, and some were in their prime, tall and strong, but without exception, all of them bowed their heads to the ink paintings as a sign of supplication.

If this were not the case, and they really caused trouble and aroused public anger, their Sun family might not be able to reap good fruits.

 In this group of monks, there are old and young, men and women.

Sun Yi was startled, thinking of Mr. Zhuang, a handsome man with a masterly demeanor, and frowned:

 “His master…”

Even if you want to learn, you have nowhere to go.

 Some of them had offended the Sun family and had their formations in the spiritual fields destroyed. The spiritual rice they planted could not be harvested much;

 “What about his master?”

 “Could it be that I saw it wrong?”

Although relying on these formations and controlling the spiritual farmers, they lived a very comfortable life.

Mo Hua ran to the spiritual field as he was still fine.

　　I can't see through it at all.

　　Jue Zhen is hidden in the spiritual field.

 He actually had doubts about this.

Sun Yi's eyelids twitched and he sighed:

"I don't know either…"

Sun Yi lowered his voice and said:

"Anyway, this place is far away from Shangtaicheng. If nothing major happens, Daotingsi will not interfere."

Who doesn't want to go a step further?

The rest of the people also looked overjoyed and expressed their gratitude:

 “Thank you, little sir!”

“Is this kind of inheritance something that a little kid like him can covet?”

 But the way of formation is broad and profound.

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

Sun Yi's eyes flashed with cold light.

 At present, a big man raised his hands and said:

Ding Miaoer also looked at the back of the ink painting, her big eyes full of admiration.

 The ink paintings followed him to the spiritual fields of various houses, drawing formations one after another.

What's more, the person who drew the formation like this is still a teenage monk.

 Let alone a second-level formation master, even if he becomes a first-level formation master, his current status will be completely different.

 Following the pressure of life, they had to bow their heads to a monk who was much younger than them.

Then he added: "That kid can't understand, but what about his master?"

Sun Ze said helplessly: "Those two people are extremely talented, have extraordinary knowledge, have excellent looks, and are both very smart. No matter how I look around, I can't find out their identities..."

“That brat, if he is really planning on our Sun family's formation, which is neither passed down externally nor internally, or even passed down to anyone, what should we do?”

 After speaking, the spiritual farmers placed the baskets and storage bags they brought with them in front of the ink painting.

  No matter how sudden his death was, he should have prepared early and sorted out some formation inheritance to leave to his descendants like them.

 This is the first time they have seen someone draw a formation like this.

Sun Ze thought for a moment and then said:

In the nearby Shangtai City, the status of a first-grade formation master, even if he is just refining qi, is not much worse than that of his foundation builder.

Sun Yi's face turned cold and he scolded angrily:

“Next time you say such disrespectful words, go and kneel in the Three Days Ancestral Hall!”

The monk headed by him, wearing brocade clothes and a frivolous face, was Sun Ze.

Sun Ze couldn't help but sneered:

“Are we, the descendants, really the ancestor's biological children?”

 Miaoer just followed behind the ink painting, like a little follower.

If you are just pretending to be mysterious, you are a liar with little cultivation.

If you follow the path of simplicity to the point of returning to nature, you will be an unpredictable master.

“When the time comes, I will be the swordsman, and they will be the meat of the fish.”

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart, then nodded and said:

 “Okay, I'll help you draw it.”

“Even if it's placed in front of him, it's impossible for him to understand the top-secret inheritance of a second-grade formation master.”

Sun Yi frowned, thought about it for a long time, and then said:

 “Let's take another look and find out the details before we talk…”

 But the Sun family doesn't draw formations, so no one will draw them for them.

Is it really because none of them, the descendants of the Sun family, have the surname "Sun", and the blood flowing on their bodies is actually not the blood of their ancestors?

 But Sun Yi only dared to think about these speculations in his mind.

The big man respectfully led the way in front.

 His feelings became clearer and clearer.

As I was drawing, there was a commotion in the distance.

 Among the spiritual farmers, no one can draw formations at all.

 After speaking, everyone bowed together and saluted the ink painting.

Sun Yi was puzzled.

Sun Yi couldn't figure it out and asked again:

“In the past two days, you followed the brother and sister, and what did you find?”

Mo Hua looked back and saw a group of arrogant monks approaching menacingly.

The old servant called Pulao is also like wood.

 But he still had no idea where it was hidden.

 Some people have a hard temper and would not want to beg the Sun family even if they starve to death;

 “If they are really well-connected, we should still treat them with courtesy.”

“The ancestor passed away inexplicably back then, and he didn't have time to arrange anything. Some formation inheritances were also scattered.”

Mo Hua sighed inwardly:

Sun Ze muttered a few words, but did not dare to say anything more clearly.

The big man raised his head, as if he didn't expect that Mo Hua would agree so quickly. His eyes were filled with shock and gratitude at first, and he solemnly clasped his fists and said:

“There are several second-level formations, but we can't learn them at all. Among the first-level formations, they are all ordinary formations, nothing special..."

He is a formation master. Although he is not at the first level, he has a deep understanding of the difficulty of formations and the hardships of learning formations.

It will not be like now, where they can only find some leftover formations in the legacy of their ancestors.

He has no idea whether this person has blood, cultivation, or even spiritual consciousness.

 That day Mo Hua went to Lingtian again, and Miao'er was still jumping up and down and following him as usual.

Sun Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

These formations that left them helpless were a piece of cake for Mo Hua.

 The formation is indeed difficult to learn.

Sun Yi sneered, "You stare at him to see if he is sensible. If he is sensible, don't embarrass him. If he is not sensible..." Sun Yi's eyes were cold, "Teach him to be sensible."

Sun Yi's expression was profound and authentic.

The Sun family is able to gain a foothold in Qianjia Town and dominate and bring blessings, firstly, by relying on the formation, and secondly, by relying on the grace of the Sun family's ancestors.

When the ink painting went to the fields, he also followed. The ink painting looked at the spiritual rice, and he followed it with wide eyes. The ink painting drew the formations, and he also grabbed the roots of the grass and drew the gourds and ladles on the ground.

The big man said with some shame:

Sun Yi sneered and said:

 Or, you have to bow to life.

 They were a little cautious, but they still saluted Mo Hua together.

 He will also answer in a childish voice.

Mo Hua would also take out cakes and treat him to them.

 The ancestor died suddenly.

Mo Hua slowly stood up, his clear eyes faintly revealing:

 “You are the one who is ignorant.”

 (End of this chapter)

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