The disciple was five or six years older than Mo Hua. He was well-groomed and polite. He rushed over, saluted Mo Hua respectfully, and then invited Mo Hua to come in.

Mo Hua followed him past the crowd and towards Luo Mansion. As soon as he stepped over the steps, Master Luo went out to greet him personally.

Mo Hua saluted and said: "Master Luo, happy New Year!"

Master Luo returned the gift in person and said with a smile on his face: "Happy New Year, little friends, please come in."

After saying that, he led the way and invited Mo Hua in.

The originally noisy door suddenly became much quieter. The monks blinked and looked at each other.

"That was Master Luo just now?"

"Yeah..."

"How can you be so polite to a child?"

"Don't you know, it is said that that child is also a first-grade formation master..."

"What the hell are you talking about? How old are you? A first-class formation master?"

"Why do you curse?"

"You talk nonsense, why can't you scold me?"

"That's right, that child's identity is probably extraordinary. He might be the illegitimate child of some big family..."

"That's nonsense again. Looking at the clothes he's wearing, he's obviously an ordinary cultivator..."

Everyone was talking and arguing.

Master Luo's disciples shouted loudly: "Everyone, be silent!"

All the monks stopped talking and could only hide their doubts in their hearts for the time being.

Mo Hua entered Master Luo's cave and found that there were already many people inside, many of whom were formation masters.

When these formation masters saw Mo Hua, they all greeted him in a friendly manner. Even if there were a few who were not convinced, they did not dare to show it too obviously.

Among the crowd, there was also an formation master wearing silver-white Taoist robes.

Master Luo recommended: "This is Master Qian."

Mo Hua had already made some speculations, but although Master Qian was from the Qian family, he had no direct conflict with him and had given him gifts, so Mo Hua didn't take it to heart.

"Hello, Master Qian." Mo Hua greeted him politely.

Master Qian was obviously stunned for a moment, with a rather surprised look on his face. He seemed not to have expected that Mo Hua would take the initiative to say hello. After a moment, he returned the greeting: "Mo..."

Master Qian paused, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Logically speaking, Mo Hua has the strength of a first-class formation master and should be called "Master Mo", but he is too young, so it seems inappropriate to call him "Master".

Not calling him "Master" seems disrespectful.

After all, according to Master Luo, Mo Hua's formation level is even higher than him.

"Just call me Mo Hua." Mo Hua said.

He didn't particularly care about these titles.

Master Qian hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't say anything. After thinking again and again, he called "Mr. Xiao Mo."

It not only shows respect, but also does not call the ink painting "old".

Mo Hua nodded and thought it was quite appropriate.

Master Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Luo had told him that Mo Hua had a kind-hearted nature and was not someone who would retaliate for his anger. He was still doubtful, but when he saw Mo Hua, he felt relieved.

Gentle and polite, treating others like a spring breeze.

Although he is young, he does have the bearing of a great formation master.

After that, the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.

Master Luo invites everyone to appreciate some formations. Some are obscure formations, some are remnants of ancient formations, and some are exquisite handicrafts that carve formations on tiny fruit cores.

The ink paintings are an eye-opener.

None of the above formations are unusual, but the application of formation media is ingenious, something Mo Hua has never thought of.

Master Qian took out his treasured tea leaves and invited everyone to try them.

Some of these tea leaves are fresh and green, some are curved like a dragon, some are wrapped like a snail, and some are flat like a leaf.

Some of the brewed tea soups are fresh and tender, some are mellow, some are sweet and bitter, and some are refreshing.

Although I can't taste the ink painting, I still think it tastes good.

Then, there are some exchanges on formations.

Master Luo put forward some opinions for everyone to discuss with each other to determine the authenticity.

Everyone talked animatedly, but no one spoke to Mo Hua.

First, they are not familiar with it, and second, it is said that Mo Hua is also a first-level formation master. Many of them can still only draw seven or eight formation patterns. They are still far away from first-level formation masters. They are self-aware, so they dare not ask Mo Hua.

After all the formation masters finished talking, Master Luo nodded and asked Mo Hua what he thought.

Mo Hua simply said a few sentences.

Most of them involve issues of formation hubs and formation patterns, and I am very familiar with ink painting in this area.

Moreover, he knows all the formation hubs of the first-level restoration formations, so the formation hubs of ordinary formations are naturally not a problem.

After everyone heard this, their attitude towards Mo Hua became a little more respectful.

"He is indeed a first-grade formation master. He has profound skills and extensive knowledge of formations. His attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, and he does not hide any personal secrets in his formations."

Everyone said silently in their hearts that some formation masters who were a little unconvinced before now became much more respectful.

After the chat, it was getting late and Mo Hua was about to go back.

Master Luo and Master Qian sent the ink paintings to the door, and other formation masters gathered around to see them off.

"When you are free someday, you can come over for tea, chat, and exchange formations." Master Luo said with a smile.

"Yeah, sure, next time, see you all!" Mo Hua waved his hand.

Mo Hua then left, with the formation book given to him by Master Luo and the fine tea leaves given to him by Master Qian still in his storage bag.

Master Qian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Hua's back disappearing into the street.

"Don't worry." Master Luo smiled.

Master Qian cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Master Luo."

Master Luo smiled and said: "There are not many formation masters in Tongxian City, and even fewer who can reach the first level. You and I should help each other, so there is no need to say thank you."

Master Qian frowned and said, "Mo Hua... Mr. Xiao Mo's formation attainments are truly extraordinary. He must have been taught by someone else, or he must have had guidance from an expert..."

Master Luo coughed and stopped Master Qian from continuing.

"So what?" Master Luo said.

"Master Luo doesn't want to know who the master behind him is?"

"What can you do if you know, but what can you do if you don't know?" Master Luo asked rhetorically.

"This..." Master Qian couldn't say anything.

"What is an expert?" Master Luo looked at Master Qian and asked and answered, "We are called experts if we can't touch them. Since we can't touch them, why bother asking?"

"We are just practicing Qi in the nine realms of cultivation. We are at the lowest level. There are countless experts above us."

"Since he is an expert, he must be someone we cannot guess and cannot afford to offend. It would be best if we don't ask him."

"If you ask rashly and make them unhappy, you will bring disaster upon yourself!"

Master Qian was shocked.

He always thought that Master Luo could be a first-level formation master because he was smooth and lucky, but now he realized that he had underestimated Master Luo.

With such a view, it is no wonder that he can get along like a fish in water in Tongxian City.

"Qian has learned a lesson!" Master Qian saluted and said solemnly.

Master Luo took his hand and said, "These are all trivial matters, insignificant. Brother Qian's tea is really good. It's still early, why not drink a few more cups?"

Master Qian also smiled and said, "That would be disrespectful."

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