MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 624 Chinese chives

Chapter 624 Leeks

Mr. Xun, who knew nothing about anything, didn’t even realize what he had done in front of Mo Hua...

 When he finished changing the permissions, he felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart.

 But this kind of tremor is very vague and fleeting.

Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment, feeling very puzzled:

“I didn’t do anything, but I suddenly felt a little restless...”

It's just a matter of changing the permissions of the child Mo Hua. It doesn't count as violating the family rules and ancestral teachings.

 Besides, some of the family rules and ancestral precepts are set by me myself...

 “Could it be that there are other reasons?”

When Mr. Xun thought about it again, there was no trace of everything, as if the things that had passed away had already passed away.

 What was stolen has also been learned.

 Because the result has been cast.

The white and tender little face painted in ink has a look of surprise, and the eyes are twinkling like stars in the sky.

 Simply accumulating the "Cilei Pattern Library" is not enough. You also need to have a deep understanding and truly master the usage of Cilei Patterns.

When he had just revised the Taixu Order of Mo Hua, he accidentally looked at it and found that there were more than a hundred merit points in it.

In these days, the criminal cultivators who were caught or killed by his hands were all numbered with Daotingsi.

 This is the second mine, the real application.

Mr. Xun ordered.

 But now, kind-hearted Mr. Xun has pointed out the direction for him.

 First of all, you must master the secondary thunder patterns.

 He turned his head and returned Taixu Ling to Mo Hua, but was suddenly stunned.

I don’t know how many formations I’ve drawn, how many times I’ve swept the steps, how many times I’ve looked at the mountain gate…

This is like saving a bunch of "keys" yourself, and then trying your luck to open other people's locks.

 But it is still a bit rough after all.

“As an old man, I can’t care about the affairs of other sects…”

 Just changing the permissions, what can he learn?

Mr. Xun frowned, puzzled.

 My previous usage was just to guess and select the thunder patterns to unseal and decrypt.

Although this kind of "luck" is based on solid formation attainments and extremely complex use of divine thoughts, fusion of tricks, and calculations.

 More than a hundred points of merit will take a long time to accumulate.

 What has this child... figured out again?

 But I didn’t teach him anything?

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Old sir, don't worry!"

Then I don’t care!

 The technical content of the formation is somewhat low.

Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded and said: "Yes, I have worked really hard to save it!"

“Taixu Ling, you have put it away...”

"By the way..." Mr. Xun suddenly thought of something again and asked, "Do you think you have accumulated a lot of merit?"

Mr. Xun frowned, pondered for a moment, checked again in his mind, and breathed a sigh of relief.

On Huangquan Road, a small team can also be formed.

The Taixu Order was also changed, and those who should not have learned secretly were also learned. Mo Hua said goodbye and wanted to leave.

Mr. Xun was murmuring in his heart.

Mr. Xun nodded slightly and praised:

 “Not bad, keep up the good work!”

 He replayed the process of Mr. Xun's modification of the Taixu Order over and over again in his mind, and summarized the key points himself:

 Ink Hua has deduced and collected thunder patterns before. Although he has accumulated a lot, he is inevitably a little confused and does not know the principle and fundamental use of this thunder pattern.

 …

 This should...have nothing to do with Taixumen...

Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Xun and returned to his disciples' residence. He couldn't wait to start thinking about "tampering"... No, it was about "modifying" the authority.

“What is this kid so happy about?”

Mo Hua came back to his senses, nodded quickly and said: "Yeah." Then he took the Taixu order and put it away with a smile on his face.

 So I earned more than a thousand merit points!

 He bought six pairs of second-grade and sixteen-pattern formations, and he didn’t even spend them all!

Mo Hua looked amazing.

Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment.

 The entry-level meritorious service tasks usually only consist of a few points.

Mr. Xun felt at ease and stopped paying attention.

Modify permissions!

However, now, Mr. Xun has demonstrated a brand new method.

 It is to control the secondary thunder patterns, reversely affect the indefinite magnetic patterns, change the fixed magnetic patterns, thereby reconstructing the underlying formation and tampering with the core authority.

 It's like melting the key into "gold water" and modifying the formation as a "door lock" as you like.

This behavior is not like "opening the lock", but like "changing the lock".

 Change other people's locks into the shape you want according to your own wishes.

 After "unlocking", the pattern on the bottom layer remains unchanged, and you still enter someone else's "home".

But after the lock is changed, the underlying pattern changes and the permissions change.

It’s hard to say who owns this “home” composed of the Yuan Magnetic Formation.

Who can enter and who cannot enter is entirely up to you...

The core of all this is the weak and obscure, but more essential connection between the magnetic patterns - the secondary thunder flow, also known as the "secondary thunder pattern".

  Second, it is the magnetic pattern shape.

 To change the magnetic pattern based on the thunder pattern, you need to learn various meta-magnetic formation methods and master the combination of various fixed magnetic patterns and indefinite magnetic patterns.

In this way, in the future, when I can use the Thunder Pattern to change the Yuan Magnetic Formation, I will know how to change it, what it looks like, and what the effect will be...

 The third one is the pivot of the Yuan Magnetic Array.

However, Mo Hua is still not very clear about the issue of Yuan Magnetic Array Pivot.

 The Yuan Magnetic Array he learned did not involve the array pivot, and he didn't quite understand how to apply it.

However, based on Mr. Xun’s previous instructions in a few words, Mo Hua speculated that all large-scale metamagnetic arrays and each metamagnetic terminal are controlled by the rotation of the array hub, layer by layer.

  The core of authority also relies on the formation hub.

The unsealing and decryption of the inherited jade slips are all based on a single magnetic formation method and do not involve the control of the formation hub.

However, more complex formations such as the Message Order and the Taixu Order are different.

But these formations are all above the seventeenth line.

Mo Hua can only wait until his spiritual consciousness is strong enough in the future to learn the relevant formations, and then slowly comprehend...

 …

Mo Hua summarized it in his mind.

 From secondary thunder patterns, to double regular magnetic patterns, and then to thunder magnetic level array pivots.

This is what Mr. Xun Lao showed to himself with "good intentions". Starting from the sub-thunder pattern, the layers are clear, the structure is rigorous, and the step-by-step process of understanding and applying the thunder magnetic formation.

Mo Hua silently thanked Mr. Xun for a moment, and then made plans for his study of the Yuan Magnetic Formation:

 The next thing to do is to learn more about the Yuan Magnetic Array, accumulate more secondary thunder patterns, and then make a preliminary attempt to use secondary thunder patterns to tamper with the magnetic patterns.

 When your spiritual consciousness becomes stronger, you can then learn the more profound Yuanmagnetic Formation with seventeen lines or above.

 Then learn the metamagnetic complex array including the array pivot structure.

 When the magnetic pattern is thoroughly familiar to the chest and the formation pivot is clear to the heart, the use of the thunder pattern will be like an arm...

 Finally, step by step, to understand and control, and truly apply the thunder and magnetic formation in the sect's merit system!

Become the "shadow" of the metamagnetic dense pattern, the secondary thunder circulating, steal the secrets, and control the "master" of the thunder.

 Once you can break the formation, your "authority" will dominate the formation hub level of all the formations.

 The secrets of the entire Qianxue State Sect are within his control.

Mo Hua looks forward to it happily in his heart.

But now I can only think about it first.

He has just built the foundation and just learned the sixteen-line Beacon Fire Yuan Magnetic Array. He is still far away from this goal...

 The food must be eaten one bite at a time, and the formations must be learned one by one.

 The enhancement of spiritual consciousness does not happen overnight.

Mo Hua calmed down and continued to study the formations as before, deducing and recording the "secondary thunder patterns".

 But once I have a framework in my mind, when I start learning again, I am no longer as ignorant as before, and my feelings about Leiwen are deeper.

A series of thunder patterns also seemed to come to life, and had a subtle resonance with the ink paintings...

The ink painting seems to be able to feel the obscure laws of the great road in these complicated sub-thunder patterns and the accompanying weak magnetic currents.

 They seem to be slowly integrating with their own spiritual thoughts...

 Profound and mysterious.

 Just due to the intensity of spiritual consciousness, this process is still relatively slow.

Mo Hua deeply felt that his spiritual consciousness was still not strong enough...

 Many of the things he wants to learn, he has no way to learn yet.

 Sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness.

 Although compared to monks of the same class and level, his spiritual consciousness is already far ahead.

 But when it comes to esoteric spiritual calculations and high-end formation comprehension, the sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness, even if the quality has changed, still seems to be insufficient.

His current spiritual consciousness is not enough to support himself to study more advanced formation knowledge.

 But the growth of spiritual consciousness is like a trickle that merges into a river, bit by bit, and there is no rush.

Mo Hua sighed.

Without "extra meals", he could only be patient, learn the formations silently, and slowly hone his spiritual consciousness...

 …

 About half a month later, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

 Mo Hua lay on the table, finished today's homework, learned several Bagua formations, and was about to enter the sea of ​​consciousness, simulate the Yuanmagnetic formation, and deduce secondary thunder patterns, when he suddenly looked startled.

 He sensed something strange happening next door.

It is a kind of vague, cold, and strange feeling.

It seems that there is a strange cause and effect, secretly growing, ferocious evil spirits, salivating, hanging upside down from the roof...

The ink painting’s eyes lit up.

Chinese chives!

 It’s grown out!

 He stood up immediately, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he met Wen Renwei.

Wen Renwei was a tall man standing at his door with a solemn expression and a bit of hesitation, as if hesitating whether to disturb Mo Hua. He was a little surprised when he saw the ink painting, and then he cupped his hands and said:

 “Little Master Mo, Master Yu, he seems to be having nightmares again…”

Mo Hua nodded and emphasized again:

 “I’m not from a noble family, so there’s no need to call me Young Master.”

 Wen Renwei nodded and said: "Yes."

But he had a solemn look on his face, obviously saying, "I promise, I promise, but the etiquette is here, and I won't change my words."

Mo Hua had no choice but to go see Yu'er first.

Yu'er's room was decorated comfortably and warmly, separated by a screen in the middle, and Wen Renwei lived outside.

Yu'er lives in it. The bed is plain and soft, with a plush blanket. Surrounded by mountains and river screens, a soothing incense burner burns.

The surrounding scenery, to the naked eye, looks elegant and quiet.

But Yu'er on the bed was frowning and struggling wildly with her little hands and feet, as if she was in panic.

Wen Renwei looked worried. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he had no idea what was going on.

Mo Hua looked up, his pupils instantly darkened, and he saw causal textures growing in the void. Thick black water seeped out from the roof. The arms and claws of demons, like "leeks", emerged from the gaps in the void. , "grew" out...

Mo Hua couldn't help but licked his lips and said to Wen Renwei:

“Uncle Wei, you can rest outside for a while, I’ll watch from here.”

Hearing that, Wei Wei was slightly startled and said worriedly:

 “Little Master Mo, this…”

"It's fine."

Mo Hua smiled, then picked up the futon and sat next to Yu'er, standing between Yu'er and the demon, with a relaxed and calm look on his face, even a little...

expect?

 It's like waiting for "the food" to be served at a banquet...

Wen Renwei frowned, hesitated for a moment, cupped his hands and said:

　　"Then I'll have to thank Young Master Mo."

Then Wen Renwei came outside, his eyes steady and alert to his surroundings. At the same time, he also had some consciousness to pay attention to the ink paintings.

 He felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The matter of Master Yu was very strange. He had only heard about it, but had never actually seen it.

 But today he saw with his own eyes that Master Yu was having nightmares and seemed to be haunted by evil spirits.

 But as far as he could see, he scanned with his spiritual consciousness, but still couldn't detect anything.

 It seems to be a spiral of cause and effect, a matter of reality and reality.

Given his level of cultivation, he can’t even see any clues...

 But he knew that the young master named Mo had indeed "seen" something just now.

 What on earth is this thing, so weird and evil...

A monk at the peak of the late Golden Core stage cannot see it, but a young monk at the Foundation Establishment stage can see...

 Wen Renwei's eyes were solemn and he was confused.

 At this moment, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

Wen Renwei vaguely felt that there seemed to be something very angry and malicious, setting off gusts of evil wind.

 Then there was a trance.

The young master named Mo turned pale, his face gloomy, and he slowly closed his eyes.

It seemed as if he was using his body as a shield and as Master Yu to resist some "evil spirit".

Wen Renwei's heart trembled, and he looked at Mo Hua with a hint of respect.

 It is really rare for such an older child to have such a chivalrous mind of "sacrifice oneself for others"...

 …

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes.

　　　Looking at it is still the same as before.

The black water is filled with deformed monsters, ugly grins, absurd and evil, just like purgatory.

 The demons and ghosts all showed greedy looks when they saw the incarnation of spiritual thoughts in the ink paintings, so "young" and "innocent".

 In their eyes, ink paintings are just an “appetizer”.

 But soon, the ink painting made them understand.

 Who is the “appetizer”?

Mo Hua smiled coldly, and with one stroke of his finger, like a ruthless judge, he sentenced these monsters and imps to life and death with a wave of his iron pen.

 A magnificent formation appeared.

 On the ground, there are bright red formations, intertwined, and magma flowing.

 The surrounding mountains and rocks are rugged and turned into a cage.

The formation turned into raging fire, trapping these demons and monsters alive, burning them, killing them and refining them.

 Then Mo Hua opened his small mouth and swallowed these monsters wholeheartedly.

After swallowing it, he smashed the ink painting and smacked his lips, still not satisfied, and then rummaged around for a long time, looking disappointed.

He saw the black water spreading and the evil spirit was very strong, and thought that there would be ram's horns or some other kind of horns hidden in it.

I can still drink the golden spiritual "bone marrow".

 Unfortunately not.

 A low-level demon that only serves to satisfy hunger.

 “I don’t know when the ram’s horn worship will come…”

Mo Hua shook his head, exited the sea of ​​consciousness, and opened his eyes. The gloom on his face was swept away, and the paleness faded away, turning red.

 And those eyes are even more energetic and full of consciousness.

Wen Renwei, who had been paying attention to him, looked startled and slightly shocked.

"In the end what happened?"

He has been paying attention to the ink paintings. In his eyes, the little Mr. Mo's face was originally pale, and there was a gloomy air on the Yintang, but it didn't take long for it to dissipate like the snow in the soup.

 Wen Renwei was a little distracted.

  Could it be that... this young master is really invulnerable to all evil and blessed with great fortune?

 As the eldest lady said, he is Master Yu's lucky person?

Mo Hua glanced at Yu'er and saw that he had no fear and was sleeping soundly. He tucked him in, got up and left, walked to Wen Renwei and said:

"Uncle Wei, it should be fine. I'll go back first."

Wen Renwei could not hide his surprise in his eyes, he raised his hands and said solemnly:

 “Little Master Mo, you’ve got a lot of work to do.”

 When Mo Hua left, Wen Renwei suddenly called him, and after a moment of silence he said:

 “Little Master Mo, if you have anything to do, just give me the order.”

Mo Hua was a little surprised, but he didn’t refuse Wen Renwei’s kindness and said with a smile:

 “Thank you, Uncle Wei.”

 …

 After returning to the room, Mo Hua continued to meditate.

 Because you have eaten too much, you need to “eat”.

 So he meditated and guarded his mind and abandoned evil thoughts. The strands of demonic thoughts were absorbed by him little by little and completely refined.

 The spiritual awareness of ink painting has also been significantly enhanced.

 Probably worth a month of formation training...

Although it is still far away from the Seventeenth Line, the spiritual thoughts obtained by this "unexpected joy" are also quite objective...

“It would be great if we could have something to eat every day…”

Mo Hua couldn't help but think.

 Then he shook his head again, feeling a little greedy.

 It’s enough to eat once in a while, how can you eat it every day?

 The demon is not really a "leek".

  Even "leeks" cannot grow so fast just one crop a day.

Mo Hua continued to meditate, practice quietly, and meditate, but as he thought about it, the scene when the demon appeared came to mind again.

 Void texture, causal chain, viscous black water…

Mo Hua frowned and muttered: "I don't know who ordered these monsters, and how they were sent to Yu'er through the chain of cause and effect..."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

If you know how to control demons, can you think of a way...

 Remote control to let them "give" more?

“Don’t even let these demons go to Yu’er again.”

"Yu'er is a little child who is frightened every day and can't sleep. He is quite pitiful."

 “Just let them come to me...”

 “I don’t have to sleep, I can play with them all the time…”

Mo Hua's calculations in his mind were making a "clang" sound.

 He wrote this thing down silently, thinking that when he had time in the future, he must understand the cause and effect method, and then find a way to change the "address".

  Monsters and ghosts are very dangerous and cannot always be collected by neighbors.

 Delivery directly to your door, in one step, and put it in your own home, how convenient it is...

Mo Hua nodded, feeling that his demand was reasonable.

 …

 A moment ago, there was a forbidden area in the back mountain of Taixu Gate.

 In the dense mountains and dense sword tombs.

 An old man with a skinny body and long beard hanging down to the ground opened his eyes.

Like the first judgment of chaos, Taixu circulates, and a very sharp sword light shines in the old man's eyes, containing supreme momentum.

“Where is the evil spirit that dares to appear in Taixu?”

With a twist of his fingers, he traced the source of the heavenly secret, deduced the cause according to the effect, and cut off the evil spirits with his sword.

 But as soon as he deduced it, he frowned.

"Gone…"

"Disappeared…"

 “Was it ‘eaten’ by something?”

 The old man was a little surprised.

 “I, Taixumen, since when did I raise a ‘divine beast’ that eats evil spirits?”

 (End of this chapter)