Asking About Longevity

Chapter 97 Small Formation Master (ten updates)

Ten days later, thanks to Mr. Feng’s elixir, Xiaohu and Dahu, who had recovered from their injuries, went into the mountains to hunt monsters again.

Demon hunters are bound to get injured and bleed. Dahu and the others are not too old and are still novices, but from the moment they wear the demon hunting order and go into the mountains to hunt demons, they have to gradually adapt to the life of a demon hunter. .

The demon hunters in Tongxian City have always come here like this. Demon hunters enter the mountains every day, demon hunters are injured every month, and demon hunters die in the mountains every year.

Mo Hua could only wish Dahu and the others good luck in his heart.

 But unfortunately, the wishes drawn by the ink paintings had no effect. Half a month later, the big tiger was carried out of the mountain, and his blood was spread all over the ground.

Mo Hua was drawing formations at home when he suddenly heard a commotion. He went out to inquire and found out that the big tiger was seriously injured while hunting monsters and his life or death was unknown.

 Ink painting is like being splashed with cold water, and your hands and feet are cold.

He rushed to Xinglin Pavilion and saw Mr. Feng with a serious expression on his face, treating Dahu's injuries.

 Dahu was lying on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, his face as white as paper, and he didn't know whether he was breathing or not. There was a large pool of blood on his chest, which flowed out and dyed his coat bright red.

 The ink paintings were frightening to see.

Mr. Feng saw the ink painting, picked up a pair of rattan armor, and asked solemnly: "Is this the formation you drew on it?"

The rattan armor was also bloody, with a hole on one side, as if it had been pierced by the teeth or claws of a monster. There were some patterns painted on the inside of the rattan armor.

Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I have this rattan armor, otherwise this kid's life would have been lost..."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Mr. Feng said this, the big tiger should at least be alive, and it would be easy to live as a human being.

From childhood to adulthood, the friends who have always stood in front of Mo Hua and helped Mo Hua fight, if there is really something wrong with him, just thinking about it, it feels uncomfortable.

Shuanghu and Xiaohu came over crying. When they heard that Dahu was fine, they silently wiped their tears.

Uncle Meng was also hunting monsters in the mountains. When he heard that Big Tiger was in trouble, he hurried back. His expression was relatively calm, but his hands were trembling slightly.

Aunt Meng was originally helping out on the street, and her family was in short supply of spiritual stones. She was busier than before. When she heard something happened to Dahu, she hurried over.

Aunt Meng stood at the door, hesitating for a long time and not daring to enter. Finally, she gritted her teeth and staggered in. When she heard that the big tiger was not in danger, all her strength seemed to be drained, and she sat down on the ground and buried her head in the door. Tears in sleeves.

Mr. Feng said that it was thanks to the rattan armor Mo Hua gave him that he saved Dahu’s life.

Dahu and the others went into the mountains today and were hunting a split-claw wolf monster. While they were fighting, another long-tailed monster suddenly appeared in the grass.

Dahu blocked his two younger brothers behind him and faced the long-tailed monster head-on. But with his cultivation level, he was no match for the monster beast. The tail of the long-tailed monster beast had spikes, which were hard and fast. They pierced Dahu's heart in an instant. Dahu had no time to dodge before he was stabbed. chest.

Fortunately, the rattan armor on Dahu's chest was equipped with an iron armor array, which was tougher than ordinary rattan armor and was not penetrated for a while. Although Dahu did not dodge the attack, he turned slightly, causing the monster's tail tip to move to one side. When the tail tip penetrated the vine armor and stabbed into Dahu's chest, it did not damage Dahu's heart.

 Although Dahu was stabbed in the chest and was bleeding profusely, his heart and veins were not damaged, so his life was not in danger. Mr. Feng received timely treatment, so even if he was temporarily comatose, he would slowly wake up after a while.

Aunt Meng thanked Mr. Feng profusely, and then she squeezed Mo Hua's hand tightly. She was grateful in her heart, but she was so choked that she couldn't say a word...

As a person lives, he will inevitably endure hardships, and some people always endure more hardships than others.

Mo Hua looked at the haggard Aunt Meng, feeling sour in his heart.

 Fortunately, Mo Huahua's iron armor formation was in effect and Dahu was not in danger, so Mo Huahua felt better. Ten days later, Dahu's injury healed again, and the three brothers went into the mountains to hunt monsters together again. Mo Hua specially went to see them off.

 Dahu had just recovered from his injury and his complexion was not very good, but his eyes were firm. Although the expressions of Shuanghu and Xiaohu were a bit solemn, they did not show any fear.

Even though they lost so much blood, were seriously injured, and even almost lost their lives, the three of them still did not hesitate or fear. After recovering from their injuries, they still planned to go into the mountains to hunt monsters.

“My parents treated our injuries and owed us so many spiritual stones. We should pay them back as soon as possible.”

 “I don’t want my mother to suffer anymore.”

"Me too…"

They bid farewell to the ink paintings and walked along the path towards the mountains.

Ink Hua watched as their figures became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the vast black mountains.

 In the following days, Mo Hua lived in a very tight situation.

In addition to being able to draw formations without restraint on the Taoist stele of Shihai at night, every drop of spiritual ink and ink painting during the day is used carefully.

 With the formation with which you're already familiar with can be determined not to use Ling Mo, because it will be a waste; ' With with formation that you're already familiar with, you should definitely not use Lingmo, because it will be a waste. For the formation that you haven't learned yet, you should definitely not use Lingmo because it will be waste.

For those half-familiar formations, Mo Hua also has to be picky and picky. He feels that the properties of the formation are rare and the formation pivot structure is special, so it is worthy of Mo Hua to open the ink bottle, tap out the spiritual ink, and copy and comprehend bit by bit.

 After a period of time, one day at dinner, Mo Shan suddenly said to Mo Hua:

"Hua'er, someone asked me to help you draw some formations..."

Mo Hua is a little stunned, and Mo Shan’s expression is also a little subtle.

Mo Shan never asked much about the formations drawn by ink.

First, because hunting monsters is a hard job. Mo Shan is also the captain of the monster hunting team, and he has to lead a team of monks into the mountains to hunt. He must not only hunt monsters, but also ensure safety. The reward for hunting monsters, It must also be allocated according to routine, which is both dangerous and busy. In the past, the Mo painters basically relied on the spiritual stones earned from monster hunting in Mo Shan. Mo Shan was busy and had no time to take care of other things.

The second reason is that Mo Shan doesn’t know much about formations either. His understanding of formations was limited to identifying a few common formations, or detecting where monks had set up traps using formations. I don’t know the internal channels within the opponent’s division, so naturally I don’t know what to ask.

 The third reason is that Mo Hua is worry-free. Whether it’s cultivation or formation, whatever needs to be done can be done without him having to say anything. He doesn’t have to worry about it, and he doesn’t want to put too much pressure on Mo Hua;

 Mo Hua is still young and his cultivation level is low. Even if he has talent, it will take time to really succeed in learning formations, and it cannot be that fast.

It is difficult for monks to learn formations, and it is even more difficult to become an formation master. Mo Shan knows this very well.

 with a lot of hair and beards among the slightly famous formation masters in Tongxian City, some of them are not only full of white hair, but even have almost lost all their hair.

Now it seems that his talent for ink painting is pretty good. If he can become an ordinary formation master before the age of thirty and make a living by making formations, even if he can't get into the top grade, he will be very satisfied.

As long as he is more careful, he will not die in the belly of the monster before Mo Hua grows up.

Until yesterday, a demon hunter came to Mo Shan and said very formally that he wanted to ask Mo Hua to draw some formations. He was also very polite in his words and did not doubt whether Mo Hua could draw it.

 Mo Shan realized that something was wrong.

 Being asked to come to your home to draw formations, isn't this a treatment only formation masters receive?

 This kid Hua'er...isn't he already a formation master?

Ten updates completed.

My fingers are numb... Good night everyone.

 (End of this chapter)