Ten-year-old Mo Hua wore the simple robes of an outer sect disciple, listlessly squatting behind a large rock at the foot of the mountain. He held grass roots in his hand and was burying himself in the ground, drawing intricate patterns.,The young master took the formation diagram, but still didn't leave. He suddenly closed his paper fan and arrogantly said: "This young master is also very skilled in formations, it's just that I don't have time to do these basic formations, so I let you write them for me.",If I were to remarry and have children in the future, my burdens would increase, and all the spirit stones would be used to support my family.。