The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 327
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One rubbed ink, and the other tapped his thigh.The monk rubbed his neck and looked at it for a while, then looked back, but his attention was obviously not as concentrated as before, but obviously, he was not the only one like this, and even some monks gently covered their mouth and nose with their hands to hide their yawning Actions.

This painting took two full hours, and when the last stroke was finished, Mo Qingjue put down the paintbrush in his hand, and raised his eyebrows proudly at Jiajia: "Okay, you can start!"

Only then did Jia Jia put down the ink stick in her hand, and moved her eyes from the rice paper to Mo Qingjue's face, only to see the little boy's nose dripping with sweat, Jia Jia stared at him for a moment, Suddenly smile.

Except for a few individual monks, the surrounding monks couldn't help but frown. What is this dense group of ghostly symbols?

"What is this? The south side looks like a blast formation!" Immediately, a monk shook his head and muttered, "It's just that the north side looks like a ground piercing Taibai formation, tsk tsk, the east side looks like a Xiaoyan formation, and the west side looks like a diamond formation , No, it looks like a mighty formation! It's weird, what kind of formation is this?"

"Are these four alike formations?" Among the monks who learned the formations, there were also some impatient ones, and it didn't matter that Mo Qingjue was a monk from Donghai, they became suspicious.

Mo Qingjue looked up at those few dissatisfied, his small face was extremely rigid, and he said word by word: "Ordinary people say that watching chess is a real gentleman. In our journey of formation, we must not only watch the formation, but also Brother, please don’t speak at will!”

The monk who spoke blushed at Mo Qingjue's words, but he couldn't refute. He had no choice but to lower his head and accept his scolding.

Jiajia looked up at Mo Qingjue and the few monks scattered around, and sighed softly. Sure enough, he was young, and the child's appearance had an advantage. Talking like Mo Qingjue just now, was actually considered good. It was extremely embarrassing. However, apart from being a little ashamed, the monk really showed nothing on his face.

Everyone saw that the female cultivator finally stretched out her hand, pulled the rice paper slightly towards her, and lowered her head to look at Mo Qingjue's formation for a moment.

Among the onlookers, the Jindan monk who was lecturing the scriptures moved slightly to find a gap so that he could see the female nun more clearly.

With Mo Qingjue's cultivation and age, he can make such a formation.It really surprised him, for this extremely intelligent young man in front of him, he really couldn't find any other adjectives other than the word "genius".

It's just that I don't know how this nun will respond.The Golden Core cultivator was frowning, at this moment, his nostrils moved, and a sandalwood fragrance poured into his nostrils. Only one person in the entire Shenhe Village could have such a smell.

Cultivator Jindan raised his eyebrows, and looked up at the monk who entered here with a guqin in his arms, but he saw that the monk was wearing a white coarse cloth robe, with a long face, but his eyes were elegant and indifferent.His lips were pursed lightly, his face seemed to be expressionless, and his loose hair was hanging down his head. I don't know if he had smoked too much sandalwood, which made his whole appearance seem to be covered with a layer of smoke, detached from the world. outside.

The expressionless cultivator saw the Jindan real person nodding his head slightly. When he passed by Mo Qingjue and Jia Jia, he didn't stop at all, but when his eyes inadvertently glanced at the formation on the paper, , but stopped without warning, and then looked at the two monks who were fighting.

Looking at the formation first and then the people, this monk is quite interesting.He knew Mo Qingjue of the two monks in the battle formation. He raised his head and looked at Mo Qingjue without discerning joy or anger, and then his eyes fell on the female cultivator opposite who was "bullying the little".

Although the cultivator holding the piano is still expressionless as before, if someone pays attention to him now, they will find a trace of care flashing in the elegant and indifferent eyes of this cultivator just now, and the empty hand is hidden in the wide sleeve. Between the robes, one could only see the slight movement of the sleeve robe, making it difficult for people to see clearly.Not long after, the calculation between the monk's brows and eyes disappeared, and he quickly returned to his previous indifference.He also looked inside together with other monks.

Everyone saw that the Jindan female cultivator stopped for a moment, and when she picked up the pen, she glanced at Mo Qingjue, with undisguised admiration in her eyes, which made Mo Qingjue blush, after all, she was still a child, and she would not restrain herself For one's own feelings, happiness is happiness, and pride is pride.

What Qunxiu didn't know was that Jiajia just paused for a moment to talk with Xuanling in Dantian.When Mo Qingjue was halfway through drawing the formation, Jia Jia sighed to Xuan Ling: "Mo Qingjue's talent, in all fairness, is indeed much better than mine!" Not only his cultivation base and age, but also Song Yuanshan's immortal mansion, it can be said that Mo Qingjue cannot compare with this vision alone.

Xuanling knew that she couldn't see and hear, and she was not interested, but she agreed with her: "You are amazed by it before it's finished, it must be really extraordinary." At this point, Jiajia didn't reply immediately Xuanling thought for a while, thought she was sad, and comforted her, "Don't be sad, after all, such people are very rare."

Jia Jia hummed lightly, then nodded again and again in self-concern: "He really uses the rule of drawing inferences from one instance to the fullest."

Xuanling saw that she only said "hmm" and changed the topic, only to realize that Jiajia wasn't even the slightest bit sad, and suddenly felt that her consolation just now was really wasted, so she hummed awkwardly again.

Jiajia took a look at Mo Qingjue, Fang picked up the pen, and just when she was about to write, there was a sudden pause, her voice was silent, but it was just enough for everyone present to hear clearly: "There are too many changes in this formation, I wrote and said, how is it?"

Mo Qingjue nodded: "Alright, tell me what formation I'm in."

Jia Jia nodded, pointed at the densely packed "ghost painting symbols" on the rice paper, and said slowly in a crisp voice: "When you start from the north, you draw a ground thorn Taibai formation, and you draw a simple one. The ground thorn Taibai formation stopped, and there was a total of ten breaths of rest in the middle. The ground thorn Taibai formation was different from ordinary formations, or in other words, once all the formations involved in this piece of paper were exposed to the air , it will be activated automatically after ten breaths. After ten breaths, you add another round to the west, which is similar to the Welling Formation. Formation, and then you stopped for another fifteen breaths, the formation after the two-phase transformation is no longer the ground stabbing Taibai formation or the Weiling formation, but the wooden shield nine transformation formation."

Jiajia paused at this point, and Qunxiu saw that she was very fast, with a few strokes on the rice paper, and in the blink of an eye, a wooden shield with nine transformations appeared on the paper. By analogy, after the wooden shield changed nine times, you stopped for [-] breaths, changed a few strokes in the east to look like a small formation, but in the end you stopped for [-] breaths, and then added the south formation!"

With the completion of the last stroke, Jiajia finished.Looking at Mo Qingjue and Qunxiu, Mo Qingjue hadn't spoken yet, and Qunxiu, who stretched his neck to watch, frowned at the formation on Jiajia's paper: "What kind of formation is this? We never Have seen it, can it be activated? Are you talking nonsense!"

Jiajia glanced at Mo Qingjue with a half-smile, and flipped up the storage bag, "Of course it can be activated, but this is what I need!" While speaking, Jiajia took out a round mirror and flashed it in front of Qunxiu, looking at herself The drawn formation was photographed, and the group of cultivators who had thought she didn't know what to say just now saw it in the mirror, and suddenly realized: "The three-change formation of Nirvana!"

Mo Qingjue’s topic of "Discussion on Paper" this time, firstly, he used the length of time pauses to change the formation continuously, but when the change came to the end, he used the "anti-drawing formation" .It can be said that at the first sight of this problem, until Jiajia solved it, almost no one in the group solved it, except for two people: the Jindan monk who gave the lecture and the monk holding the piano who came in halfway.

Mo Qingjue was also stubborn when he heard the words, and nodded in response: "You're right, it's just like this. I lost this round."

There are many ways to fight, and the simplest battle is just a game on paper.After Jiajia finished explaining, seeing that Mo Qingjue had nothing to say, she got up and wanted to leave.

Mo Qingjue didn't stop him either, and stood up, nodding like a grown-up: "Skills are not as good as others, Mo Qingjue admits defeat. But I, Mo Qingjue, are still young, and my journey of cultivation is long, so losing once is nothing. .Next time I will come to you."

Winning is naturally very remarkable, but Jia Jia thinks that being able to lose is even better than winning.Right now, this nine-year-old child has assumed the reputation of "affordable to lose", which really impressed her again and again, so she smiled and said, "Naturally!"

At the end of the song, the monk who rubbed his neck for a long time was about to leave with him, but at this moment, a person who had been silent for a long time suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

As soon as the nameless "Wait a minute" came out, even though there were still a few monks in the side hall, everyone almost unanimously looked at Jiajia.Jiajia's footsteps paused, she turned her head in surprise, only to see a man holding a piano came out and walked up to her and Mo Qingjue: "How about another game?"

Mo Qingjue frowned when he heard the words, looked at the man puzzled, and called out: "Sixth Uncle, if you lose, you lose, why call her?"

The man called Sixth Uncle didn't even look at Mo Qingjue, he just said loudly: "I happen to have a question here, I want to find someone to solve the problem, if you want, you can try it too."

The Golden Core cultivator who was still puzzled just now suddenly realized: "It's that question!"

The man called Sixth Uncle nodded: "Everyone here can come and solve it!" But when he said this, his eyes were looking at Jia Jia, obviously the only one he wanted to call to solve the problem was Jia Jia. one person.

Jia Jia was slightly taken aback, but did not answer yet.Mo Qingjue was overjoyed, and hastily pulled Jiajia's sleeve, and whispered in Jiajia's ear, "Are you afraid? Yes! It's rare for my sixth uncle to make a question. If you don't Come on, I won’t be able to see it.”

Jiajia looked at the sixth uncle carefully, nodded after thinking for a while, and only remembered to ask Wei Tan who the sixth uncle was.According to the degree of admiration for him from the group of cultivators present, it seems very extraordinary.

Seeing that Jia Jia agreed, the sixth uncle nodded, and very generously sent out an array, accompanied by his clear voice: "A change!"

(End of this chapter)