Asking About Longevity Chapter 597

Chapter 597 Little Senior Brother

There was silence in the preaching room, and then there was an uproar among the people.

 “Ink Painting Sect?”

 “Why let him teach?”

Mr. Xun's face darkened and his eyes swept away.

The disciples were so intimidated by Mr. Xun's majesty that they immediately calmed down and did not dare to whisper anymore.

Mo Hua whispered: "Old sir, it's not appropriate for me to teach you..."

Mr. Xun said calmly: "It's very suitable."

 For a formation master who has a solid foundation and is able to accurately draw second-level mid-level formations, what is inappropriate about teaching a few first-level formations?

"But…"

 Ink painting is a little hesitant.

Mr. Xun gave Mo a meaningful look and said, "Teach me well."

Mo Hua was stunned.

He felt that Mr. Xun's words seemed to have a profound meaning, but for a while, he couldn't think of any reason...

Seeing that Mr. Xun couldn't refuse, Mo Hua could only say:

 “Yes, sir.”

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, handed a few handouts to Mo Hua, and said:

 “Just teach these two pairs, just teach them boldly, don't worry.”

After Mr. Xun finished speaking, he stood up and left, his steps both empty and solid, towards the back mountain.

 In the preaching room, there were ink paintings left and a group of disciples looking at each other.

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, but remembering Mr. Xun's instructions, he bit the bullet and opened the handout. But before he could say anything, a big man stood up.

This big man's surname is Cheng Mo. He is a self-cultivation practitioner. He is tall. Although his name is Cheng Mo, he is usually a talkative person.

When Cheng Mo saw Mr. Xun walking away, he plucked up the courage and said a little dissatisfied:

“Mo Hua, although we have a good relationship, I'm not convinced if you teach me the formation on a case-by-case basis!”

 I, Cheng Mo, also want to save face!

 He added silently in his mind.

 Other disciples also nodded.

 They are all "proud sons of heaven" in their respective families. When they arrive at Taixu Sect, the pride of heaven gathers and they restrain themselves somewhat, but they are all arrogant in their hearts.

 Elders and teachers can preach and teach.

 But ordinary disciples are not qualified to teach them.

Even if Mo Hua is generally popular, they have no bad feelings towards Mo Hua, but when it comes to something like "master-disciple" preaching, they can't have no grudges, and they must have an explanation.

Mo Hua sighed.

 He wanted to keep a low profile, practice quietly, and learn formations.

 But Mr. Xun didn't know why he was allowed to take the limelight at this time.

But no matter what, now that things are coming, Mo Hua will not be afraid.

 In terms of formation, he has never been afraid of anyone!

 Especially these young monks of the same age!

 The eyebrows painted in ink couldn't help but have a hint of disdain like Mr. Zhuang's.

 “Then you tell me, how do you qualify?”

Cheng Mo's eyes narrowed, “Let's compare!”

Mo Hua looked at him silently, "You?"

Cheng Mo felt a little guilty when he saw the clear and sharp eyes of Mo Hua.

"me…"

He is fairly familiar with Mo Hua, and he probably knows Mo Hua's formation strength. Although he doesn't know exactly how high it is, it is definitely much better than him.

 He was not angry for a moment, but when his head became hot, he stood up.

  But if you really want to compare formations with ink paintings, it would be a bit overestimating your capabilities.

In the sect, his formations are not only at the bottom, but also among the least popular.

He competed with Mo Hua in formations, just like Mo Hua competed with him in physical training...

At this time, another disciple stood up and said, "Since you want to teach us, you naturally want to compete with all of us!"

 After saying that, he felt a little guilty.

With a large number of enemies and a small number, even if you win, you will still be defeated by force.

Ke Mo Hua said casually: "Okay, you guys come together."

 The preaching room was instantly quiet.

All the disciples looked stunned. They didn't expect that Mo Hua, who was usually gentle, could say such "arrogant" words!

 The crowd was instantly outraged.

"good!"

“Let's compare together and discuss the formations!”

“Little ink painting, let me let you know what it means that there is a sky beyond the sky!”

“After you lose, you have to call us 'Brother'!”

 “What's the 'brother'? You have to call me Senior Brother!”

“By the way, you have to call us Big! Master! Brother!”

Mo Hua curled his lips. It was not certain who would call whom "senior brother".

 When discussing formations and Taoism, they generally have their own rules and regulations.

Mo Hua did not participate much in this serious formation competition. He only tried his skills briefly when he was in the Five Elements Sect.

 Although the form is complex, there are many variations.

 But in the final analysis, it is nothing more than comparing who can draw faster, who can draw better, who can draw harder than who.

 The competition at this time is similar.

Since we are in the preaching room, we have to attend classes, and the time is limited, we can only compete roughly, so we have to keep it simple and just decide the winner.

 Compete with who can draw faster first.

 But at this first step, the disciples froze.

 They have all seen before how fast the ink painting formation is.

The clouds and flowing water are flowing, and the eyes are dizzying. Those little hands are drawing lines and inks so fast that they are almost doubled...

 However, if you lose, you will not lose!

Even if you lose in the end, you can't lose your momentum!

  If you don't give it a try, the outcome is still uncertain.

 A few disciples who thought their formation speed was pretty good came up with a "generous" look on their faces, and competed with Mo Hua on who could draw faster on the huge formation disk in front of the lecture...

 Then the whole army was wiped out.

They were less than halfway through the painting, but they had already finished the ink painting, and even had some leftover. It seemed that they were taking care of their face, so they deliberately slowed down a bit...

Several disciples looked ashen and felt ashamed.

 Compete with who can draw better in the future.

 In the same formation, whoever draws more accurately, has more graceful handwriting, and has deeper skills will win.

The disciples here have all learned formations, drawn formation patterns, and have some basic skills. The advantages and disadvantages can be seen at a glance.

 Several other disciples walked up confidently.

 They also received the true inheritance of their family's formations. The formations they drew on the formation board were all neat and beautiful. After finishing the drawings, they were all somewhat proud of themselves.

 Just turning his head and looking at Mo Huahua's formation, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

 The formation patterns are neat and precise, as if they were rubbed directly from the formation book.

Not only that, but the handwriting is as strong as silver hooks and iron paintings.

 This is an earth-based formation.

By the way, the ink painting also communicates a little bit of the earth's essence, so the whole formation still has a broad and deep charm.

 Having both form and spirit.

 The neatness of the "shape" can be achieved by working hard, but the charm of the "spirit" cannot be easily drawn.

Needless to say, they knew that they lost.

 Finally, it's about who is more difficult to draw.

A disciple from an aristocratic family walked up. He was dressed in white and had a handsome appearance. Mo Hua remembered that this disciple was a direct descendant of the Qianzhou Wen family, and his name was Wenxuan.

With a calm expression, Wenxuan dipped his pen in ink and drew a second-grade and eleven-line formation.

Mo Hua was a little surprised and at the same time sighed in his heart.

The children of the family are indeed the same as small. In the early stage of building the base, there can be a genius who draws the two eleven patterns.

  It's really very rare and valuable…

Mo Hua nodded.

Since he is a genius, he must be well cared for and encouraged.

  Let them see a little gap and have the motivation to catch up.

But we can't let them see too big a gap, so that they feel despair and lose the confidence to pursue the avenue of formation.

 Ink painting considers "well-intentioned".

 Then he thought about it, and then he randomly picked a second-grade and twelve-line formation, slowed down, looked solemn, and drew it "with all his strength."

Wenxuan's face turned pale after seeing this, and he lost his voice and said:

 “Twelve lines…”

 He looked at the formation, then at the ink painting, cupped his hands and said, "I admit defeat."

 But the eyes looking at the ink paintings are bright and lively.

 The fighting spirit ignited in his eyes, and he seemed to regard ink painting as his lifelong "rival".

Mo Hua nodded "pleasedly".

 At this point, the competition is almost over.

 All the disciples were silent.

It's not like I don't know, it's only after I actually compete that I know that in terms of formation, they really can't beat Mo Hua...

 Those who are not specialized in formations and do not have a deep understanding of formations just think that the competition is very fast.

A group of disciples went up to draw a formation and then came down. Some of them knew they had lost before they even finished drawing.

The faster you go up, the faster you come down, which means you lose faster.

 Only those who are truly proficient in formations realize that the gap is really huge...

They vaguely felt that there was a deep gap built by formations between themselves and Mo Hua.

This gap seems to be right in front of us, but it seems impossible to cross it.

Even without paying attention, he fell into the ditch and drowned...

 The always easy-going ink paintings seemed "unfathomable" to them for the first time...

 But the ink painting only feels that the meaning is not yet exhausted.

 He hasn't made any moves yet.

Seeing no one speaking, Mo Hua looked around and asked curiously:

"Anymore?"

 All the disciples were suffocated, and then they looked at the ink paintings with a slightly "humiliating" expression, feeling ashamed and ashamed.

As if Mo Hua is a very hateful but invincible "little devil".

At this time, another disciple with a square face and a serious expression, who seemed to be displeased with the "evil behavior" of Mo Hua, stood up.

"I come!"

Mo Hua looked familiar to him, but didn't know his name.

The disciple said: "My surname is Zheng, my given name is Fang, I am from the territory of Zhenzhou, and I am a descendant of the Zheng family."

 “Zheng Fang?”

Mo Hua remembered it and asked, "What are you competing for?"

Zheng Fang shook his head, "I think I'm not as good as you when it comes to formations, but I'm not convinced if you teach me, so I want to give you a test."

 “Test me?”

"That's right." Zheng Fang nodded, "My Zheng family has a secret formation. I will draw it for you to see. You must draw it within an hour."

“If you draw it, I will admit that you have an extraordinary understanding of formations and a profound understanding, and you are qualified to teach us!”

 “The test is your understanding!”

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, looking stunned and a little unbelievable.

 Test me like this?

Is there such a good thing? !

You silly boy, are you testing me, or are you giving me the formation passed down from your family?

Mo Hua's eyes were bright, but he tried his best to make himself look less happy. With a straight face, he said seriously:

 “Yes, you want to test me!”

"good!"

Zheng Fang said with a serious face, then walked to the front of the array and said in a bad tone:

"Although this formation is only a first-grade and entry-level formation, it is a formation unique to my Zheng family. I won't tell you its name, and I will only draw it once. If you can't learn it, just admit defeat! "

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua was full of expectations and nodded repeatedly.

 Zheng Fang began to write. With just the first stroke, the ink painting is astonishing.

Thunderband!

 “Is this...Thunderband?”

  Thunder pattern in the Bagua formation? !

The Zheng family's unique formation turned out to be...a rare Bagua Thunder formation? !

Mo Hua was surprised.

 Other disciples who were knowledgeable were also surprised and said:

“Is this a lightning formation?”

 “It's difficult to learn…”

"No matter how good his understanding of ink painting is, he can't learn it in just one hour..."

 “That's right.”

 “However, isn't this a bit shameless...”

 “It seems, it's a bit overwhelming...”

"How could it be? He is the one who boasts that he wants to teach us the formation!"

"But... speaking of it, Mr. Xun asked him to teach him. He can't disobey Mr. Xun..."

 “When you say so…”

 “This seems to be the truth…”

 “It's not the ink painting that's to blame…”

"I'm convinced, which side are you on? Do you have any principles? Do you have any stance?!"

 The disciples talked a lot.

The ink painting is concentrated, and the consciousness is running rapidly. In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, he is calculating the trajectory of the formation drawn by Zheng Fang.

Every formation pattern drawn by Zheng Fang was dismantled and calculated by the ink painter with his spiritual consciousness, thus manifesting it into a more essential spiritual power trajectory.

This formation, stroke by stroke, was gradually reconstructed in his sea of ​​​​consciousness, and gradually became clear...

　　And little by little, they constitute the overall picture of the formation.

Mo Hua frowned.

 This is a very special thunder formation...

The trajectory of the spiritual power is gentle, and it does not seem to be used for killing...

Moreover, the formation pattern is a bit different, and it is more or less different from the thunder pattern that Mo Hua learned before.

Array pivot structure…

The ink painting feels familiar, but after careful consideration, I feel that I have never seen it before...

This is really just a basic formation of the first grade and nine lines, but the logic of the formation is unfamiliar.

From the formation diagram and the ink painting alone, it is not possible to tell what the purpose of this formation is, let alone other related principles of the formation.

 I don't know the name of the formation, I don't know its purpose…

 A kind of nameless thunder array…

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

 No wonder Zheng Fang would take it out for himself to learn. Even if he learned it, he would not know the mystery and specific functions of this formation.

 Learning is in vain.

Mo Hua also remembered that Zheng Fang said that this was the "entry" formation of the Zheng family.

 That means that this formation is just the foundation?

 The real core are the other formations derived from this thunder formation?

Mo Hua silently glanced at Zheng Fang and secretly labeled him a "treasure boy" in his mind.

 As for this first-class nameless thunder formation, although it is unfamiliar, I don't know the inside story.

But with Mo Hua's own formation experience and understanding, it is not difficult to learn.

What's more, he can also make calculations.

So when Zheng Fang finished drawing the formation, turned his head and looked at the ink painting confidently, the ink painting picked up the pen, dipped in ink, and touched the formation plate like a dragonfly touching water. He calmly looked at it once, but he had already calculated it. A thorough formation was drawn.

Zheng Fang's confident expression froze on his face, and he looked at the ink painting as if he were looking at a little monster.

 “Have you…learned it before?”

 Ink painting tells the truth:

 “Just learned…”

Zheng Fang opened his mouth, and finally walked away with a look of helplessness and dejection.

Mo Hua, however, opened up a new way of thinking. He looked at the crowd of disciples and asked expectantly:

“Who else wants to take my test?”

It's best to test me with a more difficult, rarer formation that I haven't learned before!

Mo Hua expected in his heart.

 But no one answered.

Mo Hua asked again, but still no one spoke.

Mo Hua has some regrets.

Had he known it earlier, he should have pretended again.

　　Pretending that I had "worked hard" and "struggled with all my strength" and meditated hard, I finally managed to draw this thunder formation...

 This way it is easier to "fish" and learn more formations.

 Miscalculation…

 It's sloppy…

 My own spiritual experience is still shallow after all. I must pay more attention to it in the future...

Mo Hua warned himself, and then asked again, just in case:

"Anymore…"

Still no one answered.

Mo Hua sighed, and then he could only say:

 “Then I'll teach you...”

The disciples present were startled for a moment, and then they all felt dissatisfied and their faces turned slightly red.

 But things have come to this, and there is nothing to do. In the end, I can only lower my head silently and accept the "teaching" of ink painting honestly.

 “Okay, let's start class!”

Mo Hua said in a clear voice.

 After that, the ink painting class started.

 The first-level formation is not difficult.

 Teaching ink painting is also very easy.

His knowledge of first-grade formations is extremely profound and he can teach them with ease.

Occasionally, he had some knowledge about formations. Although he understood it himself, he didn't know how to teach it, so he recalled Mr. Xun, followed his example, and explained it to others in a simple and profound way.

 Other disciples expressed dissatisfaction with their mouths and faces, but they were actually convinced in their hearts.

They also know that Mo Hua's formation level is indeed much higher than theirs.

 So even though both of them had sullen and arrogant faces, they still listened to what Mo Hua taught.

 Also, Mr. Xun, although he has a profound knowledge of formations, it is precisely because his knowledge is too deep that he cannot explain some basic things in too much detail.

 Ink painting is different.

He has only learned the formations of the first and second levels, and has a solid foundation, so some of the insights he summarized are easier to understand for these disciples who are in the early stage of foundation building.

 In addition, Mr. Xun is strict and stubborn.

 The ink paintings are kind and lovely.

 So before you knew it, all the disciples in the preaching room, as long as they were dedicated to learning and wanted to improve their level of formation, began to listen to Mo Hua's lectures seriously.

Mo Hua stood in front of the lecture, talking calmly and eloquently.

 Behave with dignity, just like a “little lesson”…

I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Xun came back and saw the scene in the preaching room, looking slightly shocked.

He expected that many people would be dissatisfied if he asked Mo Hua to teach these disciples.

These problems must be solved by ink painting itself.

Whether he can "convince the crowd" depends on Mo Hua's own ability, and it's not easy for him to interfere.

What Mr. Xun didn't expect was that Mo Hua solved the problem so quickly, and that these proud men would become so "obedient" so quickly...

 Lao Xun was thoughtful at first, and then nodded happily.

 He did not disturb Mo Hua, but left directly.

From then on, whenever something happened, Mr. Xun would ask Mo Hua to "take over his teaching".

Sometimes, even if nothing happens, Mr. Xun will be lazy and "ask for leave" and let Mo Hua teach the disciples in this room on his behalf.

 “Disciple” teaches disciples formations.

This matter was soon known to the elders of Taixu Sect.

The Qianzhou family behind some disciples also knew about this incident. Most of them were dissatisfied because of this, so they exerted pressure and asked some powerful elders of Taixu Sect to find Mr. Xun and ask for an explanation.

Some true elders had no choice but to bite the bullet and find Mr. Xun. Although they were unwilling, they had to speak and said tactfully:

 “Old sir, is this matter...out of order?”

Mr. Xun lowered his head to drink tea without raising his eyelids, "What are the rules?"

"this…"

 The elders hesitated.

 What can they say…

This ancestor participated in formulating many of the rules of Taixu Sect.

How dare they mention any rules in front of him...

 It's just that Mr. Xun is different from other ancestors who practice in seclusion or live in seclusion behind the scenes.

Old Mr.

An elder thought for a moment and whispered:

"Let disciples teach disciples...this is somewhat correct, but the name is not justified..."

"The name is not right, the words are not right..." Mr. Xun was slightly startled, he frowned and thought, then nodded, "Indeed, the name is not right, and the words are not right."

The elder's eyes lit up, "In that case..."

"In that case," Mr. Xun said, "let's officially give him the position of 'little teacher'. In this way, it will be 'justified'!"

 A little lesson? !

The elder's intestines turned green with regret, and he hurriedly said:

“Old sir, this... an outer disciple who has just started to become a disciple, serves as a 'little instructor'. There is no precedent for this kind of thing in Taixu Sect..."

"Isn't there already one now..." Mr. Xun nodded and said, "There is a precedent. Someone has to be the first."

 “This, it won't work…”

 Other elders also said, "Old sir, this is not appropriate..."

 “It's really...unbelievable.”

 “Forgive me for being disrespectful...but doing this is indeed a bit...child's play...”

 “Little tutoring or something like that, no, no, no…”

 A group of true elders were discussing the matter one after another.

Old Mr. Forget about 'little senior brother'..."

 The other true elders were stunned, and their hearts skipped a beat.

 No, I got fooled.

Mr. Xun is trying to make progress by retreating. His original plan may not be a "little lesson"...

 Some of the true elders had no choice but to object.

 “I'm afraid, this is still…”

Mr. Xun's face darkened and he said angrily:

"What's the meaning?"

“I've already made enough concessions, I just don't want to be a 'little tutor'. I'm just a 'little senior brother', with a little bit of seniority in words but no real position. Do you still have any objections?”

“Do you think I'm old and my words have no weight?”

 The elders of the True Tradition were heartbroken and had cold sweat on their foreheads. In the end, they could only say to please:

“What the old gentleman said is just a 'senior brother' title…”

Having said that, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and say:

 “...give it and give it!”

Mr. Xun was then satisfied, nodded, waved his hand, and started to chase people away:

 “Let's disperse, let's disperse, it's such a big deal, it's so big that it mobilizes troops and crowds...”

 “This matter is settled!”

 All the true elders smiled bitterly, but they could only acquiesce.

 After the formation class, Mr. Xun called Mo Hua to the podium and said to the disciples below:

　　"Outside, you all talk about your own affairs, I don't care..."

 “But from now on, in this preaching room where formations are taught…”

Mr. Xun pointed at the ink painting and said in an old but firm voice: "All your disciples, please call him..."

 “Little senior brother!”

 (End of this chapter)

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