Chapter 145 Threshold

Mo Hua chatted with An Xiaopang for a while, and Zhang Lan found him, saying that he was leaving and asked Mo Hua if he wanted to leave.

Mo Hua said goodbye to An Xiaopang, who was reluctant to leave. Mo Hua asked him to think more about what he wanted to do when he had time.

In the end, people can only rely on themselves.

An Xiaopang nodded solemnly.

Mo Hua and his friends left the An family, but Zhang Lan and Situ Fang did not go back. Instead, they followed Mo Hua to Mo Hua's restaurant and spent spirit stones to buy a lot of wine and meat, saying that they would take them back to eat.

Their behavior puzzled Mo Hua.

They spent spirit stones to treat Mo Hua to spirit food, but they didn't eat it themselves, and then they had to run to Mo Hua's house and spend spirit stones to buy meat!

Mo Hua didn't know what to say.

But they had a lot of spirit stones, so they could do whatever they wanted.

Zhang Lan didn't like spirit food, but Situ Fang had tasted the beef that Mo Hua brought in the mountains before, so she couldn't forget it.

The two of them bought a few pounds of monster meat each, and then said goodbye to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua remembered that he still had the spiritual food from the Lingshan Building in his storage bag.

There were still a lot of chicken, duck, fish and meat.

Mo Hua taught his mother about the spiritual food.

Liu Ruhua gave some to Aunt Meng, Aunt Jiang and other neighbors, and then kept some for herself. She made it again in the evening and let Mo Hua taste it.

Mo Hua ate it and nodded, and then he felt that the taste was right.

In the next few days, Mo Hua practiced the formation as usual.

One morning, Mo Hua was meditating and practicing, and in a trance, he felt that his meridians were trembling.

Mo Hua immediately took out more spiritual stones and absorbed them quietly to practice.

After an unknown period of time, his cultivation broke through.

Mo Hua's mood was complicated and difficult to describe.

Trying hard to break through may not necessarily lead to a breakthrough, but practicing without distraction will lead to a breakthrough.

Sure enough, practicing Taoism is a matter of accumulation over time, and it will come naturally.

But I finally reached the sixth level of Qi Refining!

Mo Hua was excited.

He felt that his spiritual power had improved a step further, and the shackles that restricted his spiritual power growth were unconsciously unlocked.

Mo Hua lifted the quilt, and there were storage bags lined up beside the bed, and the storage bags were full of jade bottles, and the jade bottles were full of demon blood!

There were more than a thousand bottles!

Mo Hua wanted to use these more than a thousand bottles of demon blood to comprehend the nine array patterns and cross the threshold of becoming a first-class array master!

Mo Hua opened the "Thousand Array Atlas" and found a formation.

First-class golden armor formation!

This is what Mo Hua wants to learn, the first array with nine array patterns.

Mo Hua has already memorized the array pattern, but his spiritual power was not enough before, so he couldn't draw it.

Now that Mo Hua has become a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator, his spiritual power has increased a lot, and he can try to draw a nine-pattern array.

Mo Hua calmed down, spread out the paper, mixed the spiritual ink, dipped the brush in ink, and began to formally draw the first-grade golden armor array.

Mo Hua drew the first eight array patterns with ease and without any obstacles, but before he drew a few strokes of the ninth array pattern, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual sense was not enough.

"No way..."

Mo Hua was dumbfounded. When his spiritual sense was almost exhausted, he only drew eight and a half array patterns.

"Why is there such a big difference?"

Mo Hua put down the brush, held his chin, and began to think.

Logically speaking, his realm has been improved, and his spiritual sense will also be strengthened accordingly. Why can't his spiritual sense still only draw half a more array pattern?

He originally thought that even if he couldn't draw the array of nine array patterns directly, he could draw a rough outline, and he would have time to practice a few more times, and it would be almost done.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

Mo Hua frowned, then sat in meditation, using meditation to restore his consciousness. He tried several more times, but the results were not ideal.

In the afternoon, he went to Zhuju to find Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua with a complicated look and asked, "How many array patterns did you draw?"

"Nine."

"What about your cultivation?"

"Six levels..."

Mo Hua didn't understand why Mr. Zhuang asked this.

Mr. Zhuang sighed in his heart and said, "How can the breakthrough from the fifth level to the sixth level of Qi Refining make up for the spiritual consciousness gap between eight and nine array patterns?"

"Isn't it just one realm difference?"

"There is only one realm difference between the ninth level of Qi Refining and the foundation building."

Mo Hua smiled awkwardly.

Mr. Zhuang said patiently, "In each major realm, the closer you get to the end, the slower your cultivation and spiritual consciousness will improve, and the greater the gap between realms will be."

"So is the gap between eight array patterns and nine array patterns bigger than before?" Mo Hua asked.

Mr. Zhuang nodded and said, "Generally speaking, nine array patterns are the limit for a first-grade array master."

"To draw nine array patterns in one thought requires extremely high skills in drawing the array, memory of the array diagram, comprehension of the array core, and strength and control of your spiritual consciousness..."

"From eight array patterns to nine array patterns, it seems to be just the last step, but the gap is quite large. Some array masters have been hesitating here for a lifetime, and they are only one step away from entering the rank, but this step may not be taken for a lifetime."

Mr. Zhuang was quite emotional.

Mo Hua was a little nervous. He would not have to spend his whole life to cross this threshold.

Mr. Zhuang saw through Mo Hua's thoughts and tapped his forehead. "How old are you? Why are you so anxious? Just go back peacefully and practice more."

With Mr. Zhuang's words, Mo Hua felt relieved.

He should just keep drawing the formation. Sometimes the dumbest way is the best way.

Mo Hua nodded.

After Mo Hua left, a breeze blew in the bamboo room. Old Kui appeared behind Mr. Zhuang and asked curiously:

"How long will it take for him to pass this threshold?"

Mr. Zhuang said: "At least three or four days, at most half a month."

Old Kui was silent, and finally couldn't help but asked: "You call this a threshold?"

Ten days and half a month will do, this is not a threshold, not even a stumbling block...

Mr. Zhuang said lightly: "The realm has broken through, and the shackles on his consciousness have been removed, and the limit of his consciousness growth has been relaxed. Now his consciousness is not enough. After ten days or so, he will practice the formation method, and his consciousness will be enhanced. These nine formation patterns will not be difficult."

Old Kui was speechless.

Mr. Zhuang raised his eyebrows, "Nine array patterns are indeed a threshold for other cultivators, but Mo Hua has practiced too many arrays, and this threshold is actually nothing for him."

Old Kui said unhappily: "Why did you say so much nonsense just now?"

Mr. Zhuang's expression became playful, and he smiled slightly:

"I just teased him and told him not to be proud."

After returning home, Mo Hua followed Mr. Zhuang's instructions seriously, calmed down, and practiced arrays peacefully.

After practicing for a while, he really felt that his spiritual awareness had been strengthened, and he could draw more array patterns of the golden armor array.

Mo Hua was refreshed and encouraged, and continued to draw.

In this way, his spiritual awareness was stronger every day, and he drew more array patterns every day.

After ten days, Mo Hua naturally drew the golden armor array, and it felt like a ripe fruit, and it was a natural result.

But Mo Hua frowned.

It didn't seem as difficult as Mr. Zhuang said.

Isn't it said that there is a threshold between the eight and nine array patterns? Where is the threshold?

Mo Hua thought carefully, but still couldn't remember where the threshold was.

"What's going on?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, and frowned even more.

Where is the threshold...