Asking about longevity

"Teaching him Yan...is he 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 consciousness and wanted to see if anyone in the zombie village was drawing formations.

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

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

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

Or maybe it's just a deeper layer of appearance.

Mo Hua held back his breath and concentrated on searching the rooms one by one, and checking each monk one by one.

After a cup of tea, I finally discovered something.

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

On the end of his pen, neat formation lines were outlined, and the formations under the pen gradually appeared.

It seems to be a spirit gathering array.

When Mo Hua spied on him with his spiritual consciousness.

If he felt something, he would write for a moment, look up and around, and then his eyes would be blank.

"Is there anyone?"

"No, this is the zombie village, there can be no outsiders..."

"But……"

He frowned.

I did notice a breath just now.

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

"Illusion..."

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

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

It’s the aura of strict teaching!

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

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

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

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

It is the familiar strict teaching practice of ink painting!

Mo Hua felt slightly excited.

Mo Hua has not seen Yan Jiaoxi since he left Tongxian City.

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

I don’t know what Yan Jiaoxi’s situation is like, whether his path is smooth, whether his formations have improved, whether he has found a Taoist partner...

Later, when he arrived in Nanyue City, he heard that Yan Jiaoxi was missing in the mine, and Mo Hua was always worried.

At this moment, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yan Jiaoxi was safe and sound.

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.

Times change and people's hearts change.

Mo Hua is not sure whether the current Yan Jiaoxi is still the original Yan Jiaoxi.

Did he do anything bad for the zombie village?

Mo Hua calmed down, sullen his face, and observed secretly.

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

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

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

You must be diligent in learning formations.

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

Yan Jiaoxi read the formation book, but not long after, he was interrupted.

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

"Mr. Yan."

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:

"What's up?"

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

This Mo Hua knew because he was the one who broke it on purpose!

Yan Jiaoxi frowned, "Is it broken?"

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

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

Yan Jiaoxi nodded, "Wait a moment."

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 into the storage bag, and then said to the corpse:

"Let's go."

The corpse cultivator led Yan Jiaoxi out.

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

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

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

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

He didn't start to read it, but just glanced at it, and judged what formations Yan Jiaoxi was drawing based on the formation aura and formation pattern types.

Most of the formations in the house are Five Elements formations.

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

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

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

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 for the first-grade formation master's final assessment.

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

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

Unfortunately, the coverage is not broad enough.

Once the assessment formation is more remote and tricky, it will be very difficult to determine the quality.

This depends on a bit of luck, or chance.

Apart from this, there is no absolute formation and no evil formation.

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

Disappointingly, there are no clues.

Fortunately, Yan Jiaoxi did not master the ultimate formation, nor did he act as a helper to draw evil formations for the corpse cultivators in the zombie village and help them refine and raise their corpses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Half an hour later, Yan Jiaoxi came back.

The corpse cultivator sent Yan Jiaoxi to the door, watched Yan Jiaoxi enter the room, and then turned and left.

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

Looking at it, Yan Jiaoxi muttered:

"How could the formation be broken?"

Suddenly, his expression became serious and he felt something was wrong.

The formation cannot break for no reason.

Then Yan Jiaoxi was startled and his pupils narrowed slightly.

It seems like someone has been in my room!

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

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.

who is it? !

And for what?

Yan Jiaoxi frowned and looked solemn.

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

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

Is there anyone in the house?

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

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

"Yan Jiaoxi, why did you become a thief?"

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

And, very, very familiar...

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

"Ink... ink painting?!"

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

Yan Jiaoxi was completely stunned.

He blinked and looked at the ink painting.

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

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

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

"It turned out to be a dream..."

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

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

Yan Jiaoxi felt relieved and looked quite emotional.

Mo Hua was speechless and said helplessly:

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

Yan Jiaoxi was slightly startled.

As far as dreaming goes…

This voice is a little too clear.

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

He looked intently and seemed to be able to see the little face that could be broken by the ink painting.

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.

How can there be any dreams in this broad daylight?

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

"Really...really an ink painting?"

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

He didn't expect that he would actually see Mo Hua, a student, again in his life...

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

"it's me!"

Yan Jiaoxi suddenly looked stern and said worriedly:

"But how...how did you get here?"

"I came to find you."

Yan Jiaoxi was stunned, "Looking for me?"

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."

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

"Are you also looking for... the Spiritual Center Array?"

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:

Spiritual hub formation!

Thanks to book friend ChanSO for the tip~