Asking About Longevity Chapter 440

Chapter 440 Yan Jiaoxi

 “Teaching him strictly...are you drawing a formation for the zombie village?”

Mo Hua's little face became worried.

 Yan Jiaoxi will not become bad...

He wanted to find out, so he let go of his spiritual consciousness and wanted to see that no one was drawing formations in the zombie village.

Mo Hua then found a stool and sat in the corner, hiding his figure, quietly waiting for Yan Jiaoxi to come back.

 Yan Jiaoxi was slightly startled.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed, but also very happy.

 The majestic spiritual consciousness unfolded, and the outline of the zombie village melted away.

“No, this is a zombie village, there can be no outsiders...”

 And this person, at this moment, is standing behind you? !

When Yan Jiaoxi was feeling anxious, he heard a clear voice asking:

 Be diligent in learning formations.

Mo Hua said: "I'm not just looking for you, I'm also looking for Zhang Quan, looking for zombies, and... looking for a formation."

 Unfortunately, the coverage is not extensive enough.

"But…"

At this moment, Mo Hua was relieved to see Yan Jiaoxi safe and sound.

 The corpse cultivator cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Yan, please come over and have a look."

 Times pass and people's hearts change.

In a secluded and narrow room, there was a monk living alone, who had cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Refining. He was sitting at the table, concentrating on drawing formations.

Yan Jiaoxi turned around suddenly, opened his mouth wide, and after a while he said:

 “Ink...ink painting?!”

 He never thought that he would actually see the student Mo Hua again in his life...

 After drawing the formation, Yan Jiaoxi read the formation book again, flipped through some formation diagrams, and made notes.

In addition, there are a few rare formations, which are not too difficult.

Then he went into the house, found a few pens, picked out a few bottles of ink, rummaged through and found a formation diagram, put them all into the storage bag, and then said to the corpse:

 “Let's go.”

 There was someone in the room who was drawing a formation. He was dressed simply and had an upright posture.

Mo Hua smiled brilliantly and said, "Yan Jiaoxi, long time no see."

 This depends on a bit of luck, or chance.

 His face was serious and a little tired, but his eyes were firm.

who is it? !

 For what?

Yan Jiaoxi frowned and looked solemn.

 It is the breath of strict teaching and learning!

He thought for a moment, then hid his figure, used his body skills, and tiptoed to the roof of a room, lay down on his stomach, stuck out his little head, and looked into the room.

The corpse cultivator said "please", but his expression was cold and he didn't have the attitude of "please", and it seemed that Yan Jiaoxi did not allow Yan Jiaoxi to refuse.

 After a cup of tea, I finally discovered something.

Yan Jiaoxi frowned and showed displeasure. He didn't like being disturbed when he was studying formations, but he still got up, opened the door, and said calmly:

If he felt something, he paused in writing, looked up and around, and then his eyes were blank.

After Yan Jiaoxi left, Mo Hua quietly solved the formation on the roof and fell into the house from the roof.

 He shook his head, as if he thought of something, sighed slightly, and continued to draw the formation.

 The expressions in the ink paintings are a bit too vivid.

I don't know how Yan Jiaoxi is doing, whether his path is smooth, whether his formations have been improved, whether he has found a Taoist partner...

 This voice is a child's voice, clear and sweet.

 Read more, learn more, think more and remember more.

Fortunately, Yan Jiaoxi did not master the ultimate formation, nor did he act as an aide to the evil forces, drawing evil formations for the corpse cultivators in the zombie village, and helping them refine and raise their corpses.

 Disappointingly, there are no clues about the final battle.

 “Mr. Yan.”

Yan Jiaoxi felt a chill in his heart and his scalp was numb.

 This is especially true for a formation master like Yan Jiaoxi who has an almost first-grade level.

The corpse cultivator said: "The formation on the west side of the village is broken..."

 Yan Jiaoxi was completely stunned.

 “But how…how did you get here?”

 I did notice a breath just now.

After looking at several formations painted by Yan Jiaoxi, Mo Hua nodded and initially judged that Yan Jiaoxi was already at the level of a first-grade formation master.

Later, when I arrived in Nanyue City, I heard that Yan Jiaoxi had disappeared in the mine, and Mo Hua had been a little worried.

The corpse cultivator kept Yan Jiaoxi at the door, watched Yan Jiaoxi enter the room, and then turned around and left.

 It seems that I am thinking about Tongxian City again, and the child Mo Hua...

 This is the true nature of spiritual energy beneath the surface of the world.

Mo Hua thought for a while, and instead of rushing to meet Yan Jiaoxi, decided to observe first to see what Yan Jiaoxi was doing.

 “Is there anyone?”

Mo Hua felt slightly excited.

 It seems that Yan Jiaoxi is still working hard to become a first-level formation master.

 He did not start to flip through it, but just glanced at it to judge what formations Yan Jiaoxi was drawing based on the formation aura and the type of formation patterns.

Most of the formations in the house are five-element formations.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, this is what Yan Jiaoxi taught him at the beginning.

 Before going out, Yan Jiaoxi locked the house and activated the formation.

 “It turned out to be a dream…”

Amidst all the whiteness, light blue, light white, and black and gray auras are intertwined with each other.

 The Five Elements Formation is very familiar with the ink painting, so you can roughly see it at a glance.

 Yan Jiaoxi is still drawing formations. He is serious and meticulous, completely unaware that he is being "peeped" by his former students.

 Yan Jiaoxi was reading Hui Zhen Shu, but he was interrupted not long after.

Yan Jiaoxi suddenly looked serious and said worriedly:

  194.50.122.76

 The formation cannot break for no reason.

The ink painting is still the same as in his memory, delicate and cute, with clear eyebrows, but he is a few years older and a little taller.

 Ink painting is not sure whether the current Yan Jiaoxi is still the original Yan Jiaoxi.

  Or, it's just a deeper appearance.

 “Is it really... really an ink painting?”

 He blinked and looked at the ink painting.

This ink painting is known because he was the one who broke it on purpose!

Yan Jiaoxi frowned, "Is it broken?"

Mo Hua speculated that Yan Jiaoxi might have just been held hostage.

In addition to the sparkling eyes, there is also something unfathomable, like a jade stone that is deep and intrinsically lustrous.

 But this is just my own guess. Whether this is the case or not, I have to ask more to find out.

“Yan Jiaoxi, why have you become a thief?”

 Then Yan Jiaoxi was startled and his pupils shrank.

 After all, formation masters are rare monastic talents no matter where they go.

He looked intently and seemed to be able to see a small face that could be broken by a blow.

This breath is very familiar, as if it is an old friend, but when you distinguish it carefully, there is no trace.

 Yan Jiaoxi nodded, "Wait a moment."

At this moment, a small hand gently patted Yan Jiaoxi's shoulder.

 Yan Jiaoxi was kind to him for his enlightenment in formations, and Mo Hua would occasionally miss him.

How can there be any dreams in this broad daylight?

Yan Jiaoxi was startled for a moment, then stretched out his hand tremblingly, gently held Mo Hua's shoulder, and said in disbelief:

Mo Hua calmed down, kept a straight face, and observed secretly.

Has he done anything bad for the zombie village?

It was clear that the tables, chairs, books and pictures had not been touched, but he had an intuition that someone had come in and looked through something.

 Once the formations being tested become more remote and tricky, it will be very difficult to determine the quality.

 The end of his pen was outlined with neat lines of formation, and the formations under the pen were gradually revealed.

 It seems that he doesn't want others to enter the room.

 “I came to find you.”

Mo Hua was also a little moved, nodded and said:

"it's me!"

Because of his identity as a formation master, his life was saved, and because of his identity as an formation master, he was coerced by the corpse cultivator and had to join the zombie camp and draw some formations for them to build the camp.

Yan Jiaoxi looked up again and saw that the mountains were dark and cold, but there was indeed a sun hanging high between the cliffs.

Yan Jiaoxi was stunned, "Looking for me?"

　When people get old, they like to recall the past.

 It is the familiar strict teaching practice of ink painting!

 Half an hour later, Yan Jiaoxi came back.

 Yan Jiaoxi's voice trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

 Is there anyone in the house?

 In addition, there are all formation books and formation diagrams, as well as pen and ink and other formation-related miscellaneous things.

Looking at it, Yan Jiaoxi muttered:

 “How can the formation be broken?”

 It seems like someone has been in my room!

He stood up immediately and scanned his consciousness, but found nothing.

 It seems to be a spirit gathering array.

Mo Hua concentrated his energy and went from room to room, and the monks checked them one by one.

 A corpse cultivator, dressed entirely in gray and with a deathly pale complexion, knocked on Yan Jiaoxi's door.

Mo Hua was a little speechless and said helplessly:

“Yan Jiaoxi, it's me, I'm here to find you.”

 Suddenly he looked stern and felt that something was wrong.

Since Yan Jiaoxi left Tongxian City, Mo Hua has not seen him.

 After Yan Jiaoxi entered the room, he sighed, returned to the table, and began to read the formation book.

 And, very, very familiar…

 “It's an illusion…”

  But as long as it is a formation, it cannot prevent Mo Hua.

There are several array diagrams on the table, showing signs of being read over the years. These formations are molten fire formations, earth and stone formations, etc., formations that are used all year round by first-grade formation masters for their final evaluation.

 “Are you also looking for...the Lingshu Formation?”

Yan Jiaoxi blinked again, looked at the ink painting, and then said with relief:

 The corpse cultivator led Yan Jiaoxi out.

 When Mo Hua spied on him with his spiritual consciousness.

Yan Jiaoxi was confused when he heard this. Then he remembered something and his eyes shook:

 Yan Jiaoxi felt relieved and looked quite emotional.

 Other than that, there is no desperate formation and no evil formation.

 He frowned.

 The small room has a simple layout, with only one bed, one table and one chair.

 It is a regular and decent formation, not an evil formation.

"What's up?"

 As far as dreaming is concerned…

Mo Hua nodded, feeling convinced.

It seems that the formations on the zombies are treasured by the Xiaolingyin Sect and inherited from the Great Lingyin Sect's ultimate formations more than a thousand years ago:

 Lingshu Formation!

　　Thanks to book friend ChanSO for the tip~

 (End of this chapter)

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