Asking about longevity

Sun Ze was shocked and said: "Does our Sun family really have such a heritage?"

Sun Yi glared at him, "Otherwise, how do you think our Sun family's business came about?"

"Our ancestor is a powerful second-grade formation master. How could it be possible that he only passed down such a few things?"

Sun Ze frowned, "But where is this inheritance?"

Growing up, he had never seen or heard that the Sun family actually had such a top-secret formation.

Sun Yi's eyelids twitched and he sighed:

"I don't know either……"

"The ancestor left inexplicably back then, and there was no time to arrange anything. Some of the formation inheritance was also scattered."

"Today, this little bit of information about our Sun family was gathered bit by bit from the manuscripts of your great-grandfather and grandfather."

"There are a few second-grade formations, but we can't learn them at all. Among the first-grade formations, they are all ordinary formations, nothing special..."

Sun Ze couldn't help but sneered:

"Are we, the younger generation, really our ancestor's biological children?"

Sun Yi's face turned cold and he yelled angrily:

"Next time you say such disrespectful words, go and kneel down at the Three Days Ancestral Hall!"

Sun Ze muttered a few words, but did not dare to say anything more clearly.

Sun Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had actually doubted this.

The ancestor died suddenly.

But no matter how sudden his death was, he should have prepared earlier and sorted out some formation inheritance to leave to the younger generations like them.

It would not be like now, where they can only find some leftover formations in the legacy of their ancestors.

Although relying on these formations and controlling the spiritual farmers, they lived a very comfortable life.

But the way of formation is broad and profound.

Who doesn’t want to take it a step further?

Let alone a second-grade formation master, even if he becomes a first-grade formation master, his current status will be completely different.

In the nearby Shangtai City, the status of a first-grade formation master, even if he was just refining qi, was not much worse than his foundation building.

The ancestors did not leave any formation inheritance to their descendants.

Could it be that none of them, the descendants of the Sun family, actually have the surname "Sun", and the blood flowing on their bodies is actually not the blood of their ancestors?

But Sun Yi only dared to think about these speculations in his heart.

The Sun family is able to gain a foothold in Qianjia Town and dominate, firstly, by relying on the formation, and secondly, by relying on the grace of the Sun family's ancestors.

The legacy of our ancestors is justifiable, and those casual cultivators have to endure it even if they can't bear it.

If this were not the case, if they really caused trouble and aroused public anger, their Sun family might not be able to reap good fruits.

Sun Ze thought for a moment and then said:

"That brat, if he is really trying to take advantage of our Sun family's formation, which is neither externally transmitted nor internally transmitted, nor even transmitted to anyone, what should we do?"

Sun Yi sneered and said:

"Is this kind of inheritance something that a little kid like him can covet?"

"Even if it's placed in front of him, it's impossible for him to understand the top-secret inheritance of a second-grade formation master."

"It's just overestimating your own abilities!"

Sun Yi said contemptuously.

He is a formation master. Although he is not at the first level, he has a deep understanding of the difficulty of formations and the hardships of learning formations.

As a foundation-building monk, it was so difficult for him to understand the formation, let alone that brat who was only at the seventh level of Qi refining.

Sun Ze, who could only draw four formation patterns so far, also nodded in agreement.

The formation is indeed difficult to learn.

Then he added: "That kid can't understand, but where is his master?"

Sun Yi was startled, thinking of Mr. Zhuang, a handsome man with a masterly demeanor, and frowned:

"His master..."

I can't see through it at all.

He had no idea whether this person had blood, cultivation, or even spiritual consciousness.

If he is just pretending to be mysterious, he is a liar with little cultivation.

If you follow the path of simplicity to the point of returning to nature, you will be an unpredictable master.

Sun Yi couldn't figure it out and asked again:

"In the past two days, you followed the brother and sister, and what did you find?"

Sun Ze said helplessly: "Those two people are extremely talented, have extraordinary knowledge, are both very good-looking, and both are very smart. No matter how I look around, I can't find out their identities..."

"But if they are really disciples of aristocratic families, they will definitely be accompanied by Ji Zhu when they are in the second-grade state."

"If there is no Foundation Establishment accompanying them, it means that they are not children of aristocratic families. Even if they are, they are at best children of a down-and-out aristocratic families..."

"We don't need to be afraid of the phoenix that is losing its feathers."

Sun Ze asked again: "Dad, can you tell which one of them is the foundation builder? Whose consciousness did you sense that day?"

Sun Yi frowned even more tightly.

He had been observing carefully in the past few days, but still could not find the source of the spiritual consciousness.

The monk named Zhuang has never used his spiritual consciousness at all.

The old servant called Pupelao is also like wood.

The two children of the aristocratic family were full of blood and spiritual power. They were already at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Although their spiritual consciousness was strong, it was not as strong as the foundation building.

As for the kid who runs to the spiritual field every day, at such an old age, he doesn't even bother to look...

"Did I see it wrong?"

"Or maybe this spiritual consciousness comes from other monks and has nothing to do with this group of monks?"

Sun Yi thought hard and couldn't understand.

Sun Ze glanced at his father lightly and cursed in his heart, but did not dare to say anything. He turned his eyes slightly and asked:

"Then what should we do next?"

Sun Yi frowned, thought about it for a long time, and then said:

"Let's take another look and find out the details before we talk..."

"If they really have a good background, we should still treat them with courtesy."

"If it's just a pretense and it doesn't even build a foundation, let them know that our Sun family's food isn't that delicious either."

Sun Yi lowered his voice again:

"Anyway, this place is far away from Shangtaicheng. If nothing major happens, Daotingsi will not interfere."

"When the time comes, I will be Dao Zu, and they will be fish and meat."

A cold light flashed in Sun Yi's eyes.

"Where's that kid?" Sun Ze asked again, "He ran to the spiritual field for nothing, and even drew formations for those mud-legged people. He was really in the way."

"Dare to cut off my Sun family's financial path..."

Sun Yi sneered, "You stare at him and see if he is sensible. If he is sensible, don't embarrass him. If he is not sensible..."

Sun Yi's eyes turned cold, "Just teach him to be sensible."

"What about his master?"

"It doesn't matter." Sun Yi said calmly, "He interfered in my Sun family's affairs. When it comes to this matter, we are responsible."

"We can also take this opportunity to test their background."

Sun Yi's expression was profound and authentic.

Sun Ze smiled sadly, "Dad, I understand."

…

Mo Hua still had nothing to do and ran to the spiritual field.

His feelings became clearer and clearer.

Jue Zhen is hidden in the spiritual field.

But he still had no idea where it was hidden.

Even with the calculation of divine consciousness, the specific location cannot be calculated.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly:

"It seems that this calculation method still requires more practice. If you can calculate where the formation is with a little calculation like Master, you won't have to go to such trouble."

Miao'er followed behind Mo Hua, like a little follower.

When the ink painting went to the fields, he also followed. When the ink painting was looking at the spiritual rice, he followed it with wide eyes. When the ink painting was drawing the formation, he also grabbed the roots of the grass, drew the gourd and the scoop on the ground.

Of course, he was a doodle, and he couldn't understand the drawings. He would often draw the cow and the chicken while drawing.

Mo Hua asked him some questions.

He would also answer in a childish voice.

He didn't understand complicated things, and he didn't know the past events, but he still knew some things he saw in the fields.

Mo Hua would also take out cakes and treat him to them.

Miao'er refused a few times symbolically, but finally couldn't refuse, so she said crisply: "Thank you, brother!"

Then he politely took the pastry, held it in his hands, put it in his mouth, and ate it slowly with smiling eyes.

Mo Hua went to Lingtian again that day, and Miao'er jumped up and down and followed him as usual.

But what was different from usual was that there were many people standing at the intersection, seemingly waiting for him.

These people are all spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village.

They were a little cautious, but they still saluted Mo Hua together.

Now a big man raised his hands and said:

"Can I ask Mr. Xiao... to draw some formations for us?"

After speaking, the spiritual farmers placed the baskets and storage bags they brought with them in front of the ink painting.

Some are given a few spiritual stones, some are given bags of spiritual grain, some are given a chicken, and some are given jade pendants and the like...

The big man said with some shame:

"The gift is shabby, I hope Mr.... don't dislike it."

After saying this, everyone bowed together and saluted Mo Hua.

Among this group of monks, there were old and young, men and women.

Some are in their twilight years, with gray hair, and some are in their prime, tall and strong, but without exception, all of them bow their heads to the ink paintings as a sign of supplication.

Mo Hua, on the other hand, was just a thirteen-year-old monk.

Forced by life, they had to bow to a monk who was much younger than them.

Or, you have to bow to life.

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart, then nodded and said:

"Okay, I'll help you draw it."

The big man raised his head, as if he didn't expect that Mo Hua would agree so quickly. His eyes were filled with shock and gratitude at first, and he solemnly clasped his fists and said:

"Thank you, little sir!"

The rest of the people also looked overjoyed and expressed their gratitude:

"Thank you, little sir!"

…

Some of them had offended the Sun family and had their formations in the spiritual fields destroyed. The spiritual rice they planted could not be harvested much;

Some have a hard temper and would not want to beg the Sun family even if they starve to death;

Most of them, like Old Man Ding, have practiced the formation over and over again, and owe the Sun family debts that they cannot afford to repay...

But the Sun family doesn't draw formations, so no one will draw them for them.

Among the spiritual farmers, no one can draw formations at all.

Even if you want to learn, you have nowhere to go.

The big man respectfully led the way.

The ink paintings followed him to each family's spiritual field, where they drew formations one after another.

These formations that left them helpless were a piece of cake for Mo Hua.

The little ink-drawing hand held the pen, and it was almost easy to pick it up. With a few strokes, he completed the formation outline with ease.

A group of spiritual farmers looked shocked.

This was the first time they had seen someone draw a formation like this.

What's more, the person who drew the formation like this is still a teenage monk.

Ding Miaoer also looked at the back of the ink painting, her big eyes full of admiration.

Mo Hua concentrated on drawing the formation, and in the spiritual field, he also completed the incomplete formation bit by bit.

While I was painting, there was a commotion in the distance.

Mo Hua looked back and saw a group of arrogant monks approaching menacingly.

As they walked, they pushed the spiritual farmers on the road, and cut open the field ridges, destroying all the formations they had just drawn in ink one after another.

The leading monk, wearing brocade robes and a frivolous face, was Sun Ze.

He walked to the ink painting and said with a sad smile:

"You little brat, you are ignorant."

Mo Hua slowly stood up, his clear eyes faintly revealing:

"You are the one who is ignorant."