MTL - Asking About Longevity

Chapter 26 Improvement

Mo Hua goes to the Yanjiaoxi Office after class every day to study formation theory and ask questions about formations. With Yan Jiaoxi's explanation, I learned the ink painting of the gold and stone formations very quickly, and I could practice it repeatedly on the stone tablets in the Sea of ​​Knowledge. It only took me about ten days to finish the five gold and stone formations.

Because I had plenty of time and I painted carefully, I only failed one painting, and I earned about twelve spiritual stones after deducting the cost of materials.

During the ten-day break, Mo Hua handed the formation to Mo Guanshi. After looking at it, Mo Guanshi was quite satisfied and nodded and said: "You...the formations drawn by my brother are becoming more and more organized."

Mo Hua looked at Mo Guanshi suspiciously.

 Mo Guanshi felt guilty for some reason. He coughed and waved his hands, "Go back to the sect if you have nothing to do. I'm very busy here."

Mo Hua looked at Youyuanzhai, which was empty without any guests, and asked curiously: "There aren't even a single guest here. What are you busy with, manager?"

Mo Guanshi thinks that what he is doing is called Buddhist management, and it is not simply a case of bad business, but is essentially different from bad business.

 But there are no guests, and it can be seen at a glance.

Mo was a little angry when he was not in charge of things, "What do children know? What I do here is big business, whether there are customers or not, I am busy! I mean busy when I say busy!"

　　"Then go ahead and do your business, I'll leave first."

Mo Hua said his words, walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and asked:

“By the way, are you familiar with Yan Jiaoxi, the manager?”

Manager Mo said with a guilty conscience: "I'm not very familiar with him, I just have some friendship with him. He has a bad temper and a tough temper that even normal people can't stand. We haven't contacted each other for many years, but we just happened to bump into him a few days ago." , let’s have a cup of tea together and catch up on old times.”

"oh…"

Mo Hua said "oh" meaningfully.

 If you say you are not familiar with someone but your tone is very familiar, that means you are very familiar with someone, at least they have a good relationship with you.

 Mo Guanshi waved his hand quickly, "Go quickly, go quickly, don't disturb my business."

Mo Hua left Youyuanzhai and thought:

“It seems that Mo Guanshi and Yan Jiaoxi are indeed a bit fishy in private…”

Henceforth, Mo Hua lived a boring and ordinary sect life. He attended classes every day. After class, he asked Yan Jiaoxi for advice on formations. He returned to his disciples' home and drew formations. After midnight, he entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness and practiced formations on the remaining stele.

 Simple yet substantial.

 The level of formations in ink paintings is getting better and better day by day, and the spiritual consciousness is getting deeper and deeper. The gold and stone formations with at least four formations are abundant, and they are becoming more and more skillful, and there is no longer a feeling of lack of spiritual consciousness.

 The orders for Mo Guanshi's formations have also changed several times. Each time, the excuse was "the market has changed, the previous formations can no longer be accepted, and new ones need to be drawn", and then he took out the new formations for Mo Hua.

When Yan Jiaoxi was instructing the formation discussion, he would also analyze and explain the formation that Mo Guanshi entrusted to Mo Hua. For Mo Hua, it was basically putting food in his mouth.

This also basically verifies Mo Hua’s conjecture. Mo Guanshi and Yan Jiaoxi must have had a relationship in private, and Guanshi and Yan Jiaoxi probably knew about the formation he drew for Youyuanzhai.

But everyone knew it tacitly, and Mo Hua also pretended not to know.

What makes Mo Hua puzzled is why the teacher cares so much about him. He knows everything about the formation and provides many conveniences to Mo.

Is it really just because I have good talent in formations?

Later, Mo Hua thought about it and felt that he might have been worrying too much.

 Yan Jiaoxi is a rigorous and serious person. He is meticulous in both teaching and formation, and he never hides his secrets when teaching his disciples. He takes such good care of himself, probably because he cherishes his talents and doesn't want to waste his talents and waste his life. He really hopes that he can improve in formations.

 Mo Guanshi has a relationship with Yan Jiaoxi. He must have been entrusted by Yan Jiaoxi to gradually arrange the formations for him to draw. Mo Hua kept the good intentions of the two people in mind.

It's just that now I'm just a low-level monk at the third level of Qi Refining and can't do anything. Even if I want to repay this kindness, I can only wait until later.

 Two months later, in addition to the gold and stone formation, Mo Hua also learned the mud formation, quicksand formation and ventilation formation. In addition to the spiritual stones accumulated from the previous painting formations, there were more than 180 in total.

Mo Hua plans to save up 200 spirit stones by himself, and then choose a mid-level or lower-level skill. This will save his parents a lot of burden.

 When you collect enough spirit stones and choose the exercises, then tell your parents, they should be happy too.

 Just before Mo Hua could accumulate enough spirit stones, something happened at home.

One day during the alchemy class, Yan Jiaoxi suddenly called Mo Hua out with a serious look on his face. He told Mo Hua that his mother was seriously ill and asked Mo Hua to go back and take a look.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a basin of cold water being poured down his head, and his heart felt chilly.

Mo Hua asked the teacher for a few days off, and then hurried home.

But the door of the house was closed. Mo Hua knocked several times, but no one answered. When he was anxious, the neighbor's aunt heard the sound and came out and said:

 “It must be an ink painting!”

 “Aunt Yang, my mother…”

“I was just about to tell you that your mother is seriously ill and is being treated by Mr. Feng at Xinglin Hall. Go and have a look quickly!”

Mo Hua thanked him profusely, and then rushed to Xinglin Hall.

 Xinglin Hall is the only elixir hall nearby.

There is an alchemist sitting in the alchemy hall. Generally, if a monk is injured or sick, he will go to the alchemy shop to ask the alchemist to diagnose and refine elixirs to cure the injury and illness.

Mr. Feng from Xinglin Hall is a well-known old alchemist in Tongxian City. He has studied alchemy for most of his life. In his later years, he passed the qualification assessment and became a true first-grade alchemist. He is one of the few certified alchemists in Tongxian City. one.

 At the same time, Mr. Feng is also the only alchemist in Tongxian City who, after becoming a first-level alchemist, is still willing to open a clinic in the market where casual practitioners are on the ground floor.

When Mo Hua arrived at Xinglin Hall, Mr. Feng was sitting in the clinic, treating patients.

Mr. Feng was wearing a clean but somewhat old white robe with black trimmings. He had white beard and hair and a kind expression. When he saw Mo Hua, he said a few words to the patient in front of him and then waved to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua hurriedly stepped forward to salute and said, "Hello, Grandpa Feng! My mother..."

Mr. Feng nodded and said, "Good boy, I've seen your mother's condition. Although it's a bit serious, she's not in danger of dying. Please relax first."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and came back to his senses, but his mouth felt dry and his throat felt like it was on fire.

Mo Hua has been in poor health since he was a child. Just now he was in a hurry and ran too fast. At this time, he suddenly stopped and felt that his whole body was sweating.

Mr. Feng pressed his right hand on the back of the ink painting. A light blue light flashed in his hand, and after some spiritual energy passed through it, the ink painting felt a spring breeze blowing through his limbs, and his breath became much smoother in an instant.

Mr. Feng poured another cup of tea and said, "Drink less at a time and drink slowly."

Mo Hua followed Mr. Feng's instructions and slowly drank some mist-filled tea, and then his breath became smoother.

 (End of this chapter)