Chapter 8 An Xiaofu

"Master An?"

The fat little man in gorgeous clothes is the eldest son of the An family in Tongxian City, and his name is An Xiaofu. Maybe his father doesn't have high expectations for him, and Xiaofu is An, so he gave him such a name.

However, because of his rich appearance, his classmates also called him An Xiaopang in private.

An Xiaopang is a bit clumsy, and sometimes has the temper of a young master, but he is not bad-minded, and he often asks Mo Hua to draw for him the assignments for the formation assessment.

He didn't know the formations and couldn't draw anything. He didn't want to be punished by the teacher, and he didn't want to go back and be beaten by his father, so he had no choice but to ask Mo Hua for help.

At this time, An Xiaopang was furious, "What a Mo Hua! I treat you as a friend, but you look down on me?!"

Mo Hua was confused, "Why do I look down on you?"

An Xiaopang took out a formation drawing with ink pen annotations from his arms, "You helped me draw the formation homework, and you made six mistakes! But when you helped that skinny monkey Qian Xing draw it, there were no mistakes at all! Doesn’t this look down on me? Doesn’t it mean that I am inferior to him?”

The skinny monkey in An Xiaopang's mouth is the skinny young man from before. His surname is Qian Mingxing, and he is the third young master of the Qian family.

The Qian family is the largest family in Tongxian City, followed by the An family. Both families run trading firms. There is competition in business, and there are feuds between the ancestors. The younger generations are also tit-for-tat. They have to compete in every aspect, even in terms of body shape. Once thin, water and fire are incompatible.

However, the two of them are equally lazy and uneducated in spiritual practice, so they can be considered "on par" in this regard.

Although both of them are playboys, Qian Xing's reputation is worse, because in addition to being uneducated and unskilled, he is also arrogant and domineering, and he also does things to bully others. It is said that he has also done many bad things behind his back, but because of the support of his family, In the end it all came to nothing.

In comparison, An Xiaopang just eats and drinks, shows off and shows off when he has nothing to do, but because his father is strict, he doesn't go too far.

"So that's what happened?"

An Xiaopang didn't take it seriously when he saw the ink painting, and his face turned red.

"I'm here to help you." Mo Hua said.

An Xiaopang looked at Mo Hua with a sneer, "Why did you help me?"

"How does your formation compare with Master Qian?"

An Xiaopang said confidently: "At least it won't be worse than him!"

The ink painting is a bit speechless. Is this something to be proud of?

Mo Hua continued: "That's right. With his level, how can he draw the formation well?"

"Of course, I can't draw it, so of course he can't draw it either!"

"So you all know, why can't the teacher see it? The teacher has always been strict, so he will definitely punish him, and will tell his father about this matter. His father has lost face, and naturally there will be no good fruits from him..."

An Xiaopang pondered for a moment, "It seems to make sense, but I haven't heard that Fatty Qian was beaten. Are you lying to me..."

Mo Hua rolled her eyes at him and said, "Family scandals should not be made public. If a father beats his son, he will do it behind closed doors. How can you know about it?"

An Xiaopang nodded with lingering fear, "You're right, my father never lets others know when he beats me!"

Mo Hua asked again: "Did Mr. An not only not hit you this time, but also praise you?"

An Xiaopang instantly became proud, "Yes, the instructor gave me a B grade. When my father found out, he praised me for my progress and gave me a lot of good things!"

An Xiaopang's temper came and went quickly. He was no longer angry immediately and felt a little guilty. He said to Mo Hua:

"I made the mistake of blaming you! I invited you to eat delicious food at Lingshan Restaurant, which is opened by my family. You can eat whatever you want!"

Mo Hua didn't expect An Xiaopang to be unexpectedly generous, but he still resisted and said: "No need, I still have things to do.

An Xiaopang said dissatisfied: "My father always teaches me that I must repay a favor. If you don't go, you are looking down on me!"

Thinking of his red and swollen buttocks from being beaten by his father, An Xiaopang said more firmly: "This is not a small favor, you must go!"

Little Fatty An's temper got a little bit difficult to deal with.

Mo Hua had a headache. He looked at the door of the formation pavilion and suddenly said: "Master An, I won't be eating at Lingshan Tower, but I have a favor. Can you help me?"

An Xiaopang patted his chest, "Say it!"

"Lend me ten spirit stones."

Fat An frowned. He really didn't have ten spirit stones. In order to prevent him from spending spirit stones randomly outside, Master An never let him carry more than five spirit stones with him.

He invited Mo Hua to eat at Lingshan Restaurant, and he could charge it to his father's account. It was just food and drink, but if it was taken away from the account, his father would know better and wouldn't say anything. What his father was afraid of was that he had spent his spiritual stones on some crooked ways, and there were no accounts to check. His father didn't know, and he would be in big trouble if he wasn't careful.

An Xiaopang took out the five spirit stones from his body, looked at the boy next to him, and said, "Give me all the spirit stones. I'll give them to you when I get home."

The boy was a little reluctant, but he still took out all the spirit stones, and he just collected ten spirit stones.

An Xiaopang handed the spirit stone to Mo Hua, "I gave it to you, you don't have to pay it back!"

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I'll pay you back in a few days."

Mo Hua weighed the spirit stone in his hand a few times, then carefully put it away. After saying goodbye to Xiaopang An, he returned to the array pavilion. There were still no customers in the array pavilion and the steward was still dozing off.

After Mo Hua entered the door, he stood on tiptoe and placed ten spiritual stones on the counter.

"I brought the spirit stone!"

Not long after the steward fell asleep, he heard the bell again and saw the ink painting and ten spiritual stones on the table.

The steward picked up the spirit stone, looked at it carefully, and found that there was nothing wrong with the quality. He nodded, then reached under the counter and took out a storage bag.

"There is a formation diagram of the "Bright Fire Formation" in it, as well as ten formation papers and spiritual ink, enough to draw ten sets of Bright Fire Formations. The deadline for this order is ten days, and the entire deposit will be deducted after the deadline. For each Bright Fire Formation you draw, you can get one spiritual stone. If you make a mistake or it does not meet the standards, one spiritual stone will be deducted from the deposit. These rules are common to the business, and your brother should know them."

Mo Hua nodded.

If all the formations are successfully drawn, you can earn ten spiritual stones. If all fail, you will have to pay ten spiritual stones. If you succeed more than 50%, you will earn.

The manager reminded him again, "The deadline is ten days, don't forget, if you fail, I will deduct all the deposit."

Mo Hua nodded quickly, then bowed to the manager to thank him and left.

After Mo Hua got home, he locked himself in the house and quietly pondered the formation.

The maximum income of ten spirit stones is already very considerable. Although Mo Hua earned twelve spirit stones by helping his fellow disciples draw array homework, he could only earn it several times a year.

Moreover, writing array homework for fellow disciples is not a serious matter after all.

It is okay to do it occasionally, but it will hinder the progress of fellow disciples over a long period of time.

It is different here at the business. If you do it well, you can earn spirit stones for a long time and practice arrays. It can be said that you kill two birds with one stone.

Mo Hua spread out the array diagram of "Bright Fire Array" in front of him.

The array diagram was drawn by other array masters in advance and can be used as a template.

There are also array diagrams attached to the back of the array diagram, recording the array patterns, pen, ink and other precautions of the array. It is a common pattern used to record arrays in the cultivation world.

The diagram of "Bright Fire Array" records the relevant annotations of the Bright Fire Array, where to use fire array patterns, how to connect array patterns, the mixing of ink and the proportion of ink used, etc. Many concepts are unfamiliar to Mo Hua and a bit difficult to understand.

This was the first time that Mo Hua saw a formal array diagram. What he had learned in the sect before were all the simplest arrays. Although they were arrays, most of them only contained one or two basic array patterns, which were used for the enlightenment and entry-level learning of disciples, and were different from the arrays that were truly commonly used in the cultivation world.

There was a line of annotation at the end of the illustration of "Bright Fire Array":

Bright Fire Array, a fire array, contains three array patterns, and requires a level above the third level of Qi Refining.

But what Mo Hua cared about most was the line of small words written in red ink behind the annotation:

Those who have not reached the realm, lack spiritual consciousness, and learn with caution!

Mo Hua, who was only at the second level of Qi Refining, could not help but frown.

Any behavior of a cultivator requires spiritual consciousness, guiding spiritual energy, driving spiritual power, using spells, controlling spiritual tools, refining pills and tools, etc., all require spiritual consciousness.

Among them, drawing arrays consumes the most spiritual consciousness, which is a well-known fact among cultivators. But here it is specially marked "lack of spiritual consciousness, learn with caution", and the realm is also limited, and the ink is red.

This made Mo Hua realize that he might not realize how much more this "more" would be...

"Does it really take a lot of spiritual consciousness to draw a formation?"

Mo Hua held up his small chin and pondered.

"Forget it, let me get familiar with the formation pattern first, and practice on the stele tonight."

Mo Hua memorized the formation diagram of the Minghuo formation, had dinner with his parents, and practiced several times with ordinary paper and ink after returning to the house to get familiar with the formation pattern. When it was midnight, he lay down on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, the ancient and empty stele floated in his sea of ​​consciousness.