Seeing that this group of people had finally learned to settle down, Mo Zhi smiled lightly and said, "You see, I always bring someone back when I go out." ”

Wushu could hear the ridicule in his words, and sneered: "Uncle Shi, let's cherish the current leisure time, and when you return, the case should also be understood." If the case has not been solved by then, how much credit can you use to offset the five lives? At that time, the Council of Elders will come forward to adjudicate the case, and will the mountain chief and the Uncle Wu be able to withstand it? ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled even more happily, he leaned against the wall behind him, supported his chin on the table with one hand, and looked at Wushu with a very leisurely look: "Senior nephew, this is inevitable." ”

Wushu smiled again, did not reply, saluted casually, and snorted: "Disciple farewell!" Then he left angrily with a few people behind him.

Seeing the group of people leaving, Hu Hansan took a light breath while holding the teacup and said, "When will your arrogant temperament change?" It's not a good thing to make too many enemies. ”

Mo Zhiyu chuckled and glanced at the fat man, and said, "Natural, you can't change it." Then he noticed the empty plate on the table, and his eyes widened in shock, "Damn, you are a locust, you eat so clean?!" ”

Although it was not a wise move to eat with a fat man, Mo Zhiyu still invited Hu Hansan to have lunch before returning to Tingyue Xiaozhu, and then officially began to become the first step of formation cultivation.

First of all......

"First you go to the bath, then burn incense ......"

Listening to the remnant soul's words, Mo Zhiyu couldn't help but sigh: "Are you sure you want to practice, not to roast me to eat?" ”

The remnant soul didn't understand humor at all, and said directly: "First, this is indeed a practice, and the formation cultivation is different from your stinky and sweaty military cultivation, you must pay attention to both physical and mental behavior, and of course you must be pure before the mind is calm; Second, I have no substance and cannot eat you; Third ......"

"Okay, I know!" Mo Zhiyu hurriedly let the remnant soul stop, and he honestly followed his steps.

After cleaning up together, Mo Zhiyu changed into a loose robe, and then crossed his knees on the stone platform by the lake, set up the jar of cinnabar in front of him, and spread out a yellow rune paper.

"Now for the second step. I will project a basic magic circle into your divine consciousness, and you will use the Yuan Force to draw cinnabar on this yellow paper as a symbol. The remnant soul in his mind said, "Although the release of Yuan Force is a matter of the late stage of the Lun Spirit Realm, but you have practiced in two lifetimes, and this Yuan Force guidance will not have any obstacles for you." After you have a solid foundation in making talismans, you can induce the qi to transform the array, and the one who can induce the qi to transform the array is the real array cultivation. ”

"Let's get started." Mo Zhiyu closed his eyes and luck, and his heart was eager to try, and a golden circular magic circle gradually lit up in his mind—the tortoiseshell array, the most basic defensive magic circle.

"Pay attention to the trajectory of the formation of this formation, and try to draw it all at once. Because every pause leaves a knot, and the more knots, the more flaws there are in this array. ”

As the voice of the remnant soul slowly spoke, Mo Zhiyu slowly stretched out a finger. The Yuan Force of the surrounding body accompanied the flow of the aura of heaven and earth here, condensed between these fingers, and then flowed to the cinnabar jar.

In the sparkling light of the lake, the cinnabar in the cinnabar jar slowly lifts up, and then turns into a thin silk thread, although the silk thread is not very full, but it is also continuous. Then the cinnabar thread flew towards the rune paper like a nimble snake, moving slowly on the rune paper, and its long tail dragged its own traces. These traces continue to form a specific pattern, and then at the last point they come together and the cinnabar threads disappear.

Then Mo Zhiyu opened his eyes and looked down at the first circle he had drawn, very satisfied: "Look, it's done in one go, there are no nodes." ”

"You...... It's amazing......" The remnant's cold voice let out a heartfelt sigh, "It's the first time I've seen a person who can draw a formation in the shape of an omelet rice!" ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled and argued forcefully: "Whether it is round or flat, the painting achievement is good." But your analogy is good, I'll make a plate in a moment. ”

"Ridiculous!" The remnant soul shouted violently, and his temples jumped suddenly, "The circle of the formation is a symbol of its strength, and your flat formation can't play a quarter of this tortoiseshell formation at all!" Lose it all over again! ”

Mo Zhiyu rubbed his temples, reluctantly threw away the rune paper, spread it again, and started again.

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Soon it was the twenty-third day of June, which was the day of departure to Buming Mountain, and the meeting place was in the big square in front of the big archway of the mountain gate of Tianjian Mountain. Mo Zhiyu got up early as usual, and stepped on the spot as usual. So when he walked to the main square, there was already a large group of people gathered here, so many that he felt that the men, women, and children of Sword Mountain had come this day. Mo Zhiyu's previous competition with Wumeng made him famous in a fight, and a considerable number of people here recognized him, and when they saw him coming, they all got out of the way, and then Mo Zhiyu saw Hu Hansan rushing over.

"Oh, old fox, you're here?!"

"Why are you so enthusiastic?" Mo Zhiyu was so frightened that he took a step back, "Stop, don't call me an old fox in front of so many people!" ”

Hu Hansan replied: "Okay, old fox!" ”

Mo Zhiyu had nothing to say, hugged Hu Hansan's fat shoulders and walked forward, widening the distance from the crowd behind him, and listened to Hu Hansan continue: "You don't know, it turns out that in addition to you being the person in charge of this operation, there is also a consul. ”

Mo Zhiyu was puzzled for a moment: "What is the consul?" Sounds like there's no principal. ”

"Hey, I said you are from Tianjian Mountain or I am from Tianjian Mountain, why don't you know as much as I do?" Hu Hansan stopped and pushed him away, with a look of hatred that iron is not steel.

Mo Zhiyu smiled and spread his hands and said, "We are all now." ”

Mo Zhiyu's words were indeed true, so that Hu Hansan couldn't refute it, only a depressed face, and he continued to get down to business: "The rules of Tianjian Mountain, in addition to the principal, there will also be a consul, although nominally shorter than the principal, but it can be said to be on the same level as the principal, just like that, the 'supervising army' of the secular country is established for fear that the principal is too self-righteous. ”

Mo Zhiyu nodded, he understood, touched his beardless chin, and muttered, "It turned out to be a political commissar." Is this the kind of thing that the elders have decided on in the end? ”

"What are you talking about?" Hu Hansan didn't hear clearly, but he didn't want to dwell on this issue anymore, so when Mo Zhiyu understood, he tried his best to pretend to be inadvertently pointing forward, "Look, that's the consul this time, the chief disciple of the Privy Council, Wuhuan." ”