Chapter 23 Talent

Teacher Yan asked, "Are there any cultivators in the world who can draw formations at the third level of Qi Refining?"

"Well, there should be some." The fat steward pondered and said,

"The cultivation world is so vast that there are countless people with natural talents. I believe what you said about people being able to draw formations at birth, but after all, they are all rumors and I have never seen it with my own eyes."

"Even if that person with excellent talent, who forgot his ancestors and betrayed his master... cough, was born in a formation family and learned formations since childhood, when he reached the third level of Qi Refining, he could also draw a simple formation with three formation patterns."

"And those big families and sects have many times deeper inheritances. There must be many geniuses in formations among their disciples, but they have never shown it." Teacher Yan said, "In that case, it is not impossible that Mo Hua can draw formations at the third level of Qi Refining."

The fat steward didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it at this time.

Although his senior brother Yan was stubborn, he was always meticulous and had a good eye.

"If that's the case, it's a big deal. Do you want to take him as a disciple?"

The fat steward thought for a moment and continued, "I think this kid is a good candidate. Why don't you take him as a disciple? Then you can pass on the formations that Master passed on to you."

Teacher Yan had never thought about this. He was obviously tempted when he heard this, but after careful consideration, he shook his head and said, "The sect is ruined. The remaining formations are just fragments. What's worth passing on? Taking him as a disciple will only mislead the students. Besides, Master's last wish has not been fulfilled. There is still no clue about that person. I don't want to ask anything else."

The fat steward wanted to persuade him again, but Teacher Yan just waved his hand.

The fat steward sighed, "Forget it, I won't persuade you anymore, you won't listen anyway. That child Mo Hua..."

"Don't tell anyone for now, a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, this is the truth since ancient times. Besides, he is still young, don't let him be proud, otherwise he will definitely go astray in the future."

The fat steward agreed, "That's right."

Teacher Yan continued, "Don't let him take orders for formations here, just find an excuse for poor management."

Although it is true that the management is not good, but when someone said it, the fat steward still felt ashamed, and corrected:

"This is not called poor management, this is called Buddhist management, buying and selling are all up to fate!"

"Besides, this child is fine Drawing formations, earning spirit stones, and supplementing the family income, why not let him continue drawing? "

Yan Jiaoxi frowned and said: "At the third level of Qi Refining, even if he can draw formations, how much spiritual consciousness can he have? If he draws too much, his spiritual consciousness will be excessively consumed, which will inevitably leave troubles and damage the foundation of the sea of ​​consciousness."

"Besides, he is still young, and it is the time to lay a solid foundation for cultivation. Not only formations, but also cultivation of all kinds of ways must be understood, especially cultivation, which cannot be wasted for the sake of small profits..."

The fat manager said: "The family of casual cultivators is not so rich, and spirit stones are not enough."

"Even if the family is poor, you can't ignore the future..."

"Then do you know how poor ordinary casual cultivators are?"

The fat manager's expression rarely became serious.

Yan Jiaoxi saw the fat manager's expression and frowned slightly.

The fat steward said seriously: "I know that you were in a bad situation when you were young. Although you have a family, you are just a concubine and are not valued by the family. Later, you joined the sect and received careful teachings from the master. You worked hard and made progress in the formation, which made it a little better. But even if your situation is bad, you have the support of the family, at least you have food and clothes, and you don't have to worry about life. At most, you are not living a satisfactory life."

"People often say that practicing Taoism is difficult," the fat steward sighed, "I came out of the sect and have been in Tongxian City for more than ten years. I have dealt with many casual cultivators. I know that even if people often say that practicing Taoism is difficult, the degree of difficulty is also very different."

"It is difficult for ordinary casual cultivators to make a living, and the income is meager. It's good enough to support the family. The refiners had half of their bodies burned by the furnace fire, the monster hunters had their arms eaten by monsters, and the people who sold their spiritual power to help others do odd jobs all had more or less damage to their meridians. Once they were sick and injured, they had no spiritual stones to treat them. Whether they could survive or not depended on whether God would bless them. "

"It's best if they can survive, but if they can't survive, they will die. The worst is to hang on to half of their lives and spend spiritual stones, dragging down the whole family. What can they do? They just want to live."

"It's true that cultivators can't ignore the future, but these low-level casual cultivators can't even take care of it now, so how can they take care of the future?"

The fat steward finished speaking in one breath, poured a cup of tea, and gulped it down.

Yan Jiaoxi was silent for a while, and after a moment he sighed and said apologetically:

"I didn't think about it."

The fat steward rolled his eyes at him.

After a brief thought, Instructor Yan said to the fat steward, "Give me the list of formations you have here."

"What do you want the list for?" The fat steward was puzzled, but he still stood up honestly and took a book from behind the counter and handed it to Instructor Yan.

Instructor Yan took the list of formations, read it all, then picked up the pen on the table, ticked a few formations, and marked the serial numbers behind the formations in order.

"What are you doing..."

Teacher Yan said, "Next time Mo Hua comes, you let him draw the formations I marked on the list in order. This way, he will learn more solidly step by step. I will give him some guidance in the sect at that time, which is better than him learning blindly."

"In this way, he can earn some spirit stones by drawing formations to supplement his family income, and he can also learn some rules in formations."

After Teacher Yan finished speaking, he reminded, "There is another point. Don't let him draw too many of these formations. You only need to collect three or four in half a month. Otherwise, once his spiritual consciousness is over-consumed and his sea of ​​consciousness is damaged, it will be a big problem."

The fat steward looked at the list in his hand, then looked at Teacher Yan, and said with a complicated expression, "Are you really not going to accept him as your apprentice?"

Teacher Yan just shook his head, then stood up, and repeated before leaving, "Don't forget to let him draw in the order I marked."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

The fat steward looked at his back for a long time, unable to speak, but just sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, the fat steward remembered something and called Teacher Yan again.

Teacher Yan looked back at him.

The fat steward thought for a while, and said: "There is one thing, you may be wrong..."

Teacher Yan frowned, "Where is wrong?"

"When Mo Hua brought the Minghuo Formation, he was only at the second level of Qi Refining. If these formations were really drawn by him, then it means..."

The fat steward paused and said carefully:

"He may be at the second level of Qi Refining... and he can draw formations!"

Teacher Yan's pupils shrank slightly, revealing an unbelievable look.