Asking About Longevity: Chapter 522 ninth floor
Chapter 522 Ninth Floor
An hour later, Mo Hua saw Longquan Waterfall.
Sishui River crosses the border, with green mountains and black cliffs.
The turbulent river water is like white water, hanging upside down, forming a waterfall, and is torn apart by the rocks, spreading down like silk.
Beautiful and spectacular.
The three people in Mo Hua looked a little surprised, with three pairs of eyes shining brightly.
Tongxian City is relatively dry, with many mountains and few rivers.
Have never seen such a big waterfall in Mo Hua.
Although Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi come from aristocratic families, they were raised in the family when they were young. When they went out, they walked on the highway and rarely saw such natural scenery.
The waterfall splashes on the rocks, and drops of water fall out, as round as jade.
The clouds and mist in the mountains and the mist of the waterfall are hazy and condensed into one, weaving the sunlight into brilliant colors.
Looking at the ink paintings, I was fascinated, but suddenly I was a little confused:
“Master, why is this waterfall called Longquan Waterfall?”
It’s just a waterfall, with neither dragon nor spring.
And it doesn’t look like a dragon.
Mr. Zhuang’s gaze passed over the waterfall and looked at the colorful mist, with a somewhat emotional expression on his face:
“There was once a sword hidden here, and the sword was named Longquan, so the name of the waterfall is also called Longquan.”
“Longquan Sword…”
Mo Hua thought silently and asked, "Is it a good sword?"
Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, his eyes obscured, and he murmured:
“It’s a good sword, well suited to its owner…”
Mr. Zhuang's eyes seemed a little wistful, as if he was remembering something from the past, and he also had some unspeakable regrets and regrets.
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up and he understood immediately.
There must be a story in this!
But he didn’t ask. Even if he asked, the master would definitely not tell.
“Longquan Sword…”
Mo Hua silently wrote down the name of the sword.
…
After passing Longquan Waterfall, the group continued south.
It is still far away from the Dalishan state boundary.
The Xiujie is very large and is divided into nine states.
Among the nine states, each state is very vast and boundless at a glance.
Within Jiuzhou, state boundaries are divided according to rank.
Each state boundary has different mountains and rivers, different scenery, monks built cities based on the mountains, different food and clothing, and different customs.
Walking and looking at the ink paintings broadened my horizons a lot and gained me a lot of knowledge.
When he encounters some special ingredients, Mo Hua will buy them, ask the local monks how to make them, and then try to make some for Mr. Zhuang and his senior brothers and sisters to try.
Although not all of them are delicious, they are indeed very different in flavor and taste very special.
Puppet Lao does not like these meals.
He only likes to eat nuts such as pine nuts and hazelnuts.
Sometimes when I meet them, I will buy the ink paintings and fry them for Mr. Puppet to eat.
Maybe there are some ancient trees in the mountains that bear unknown pine nuts, seeds, or fruits. If they are not poisonous, Mo Hua will pick some and fry them for Puppet Lao to taste.
In return, the old man would often point out the magic of ink painting:
“You learned the fireball technique well and used it well, but it’s a bit complicated.”
Ink painting also has this problem.
The fireball technique he used in reality was dark red in color, with a hint of coagulation.
But the fireball technique he manifested in the sea of consciousness was bright red in color, and his spiritual power was like threads, layered on top of each other, like a ball of flame coiled together with spiritual threads.
After Mo Hua explained it to Mr. Puppet, he asked:
“Grandpa Puppet, which direction should I choose to cultivate?”
Is it the deepening of spiritual power or the silkification of spiritual power.
The old man shook his head and said:
“When two choices are placed in front of you, don’t think about which one to choose first, but first think about whether you can have both.”
“If you can choose them all, choose them all.”
“You can’t choose them all, so you have to make trade-offs.”
“The monks who think about choosing one of the two from the beginning are all stupid.”
Mo Hua opened his mouth.
He did not expect that the always serious puppet elder would say such a thing.
“What if you don’t have a choice between the two?” Mo Hua asked in a low voice.
"Then there's no need to worry about this matter. Even if you think about something you can't choose, it's meaningless. It's just a waste of time." Puppet Lao said.
Mo Hua nodded, deeply convinced.
Then he thought of something again and frowned:
“Grandpa Puppet, what if someone forces me to make a difficult choice in the future?”
Puppet Lao said directly: "Then kill that person!"
Mo Hua was stunned.
Puppet Lao said again: "Kill that person, and no one will force you to choose, and you can have them all."
“What if I can’t beat him or kill him?”
"Then you can only blame your own incompetence." Puppet Lao said hoarsely, "In this case, you are forced to have no choice. It doesn't matter what you choose."
Mo Hua nodded, "So you must be strong so that you can choose what you want in the future..."
Mo Hua thought about it carefully for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was going too far, so he went back to the magic thing:
“Grandpa Puppet, can I use both of the two changes of the fireball technique?”
Puppet Lao nodded, "The fireball is dark red, which is the state of spiritual power. The fireball turns into silk, which is the form of spiritual power. There is no conflict between the two. You can have both, but..."
Puppet Lao looked at the ink painting and said, "It's difficult."
Mo Hua asked: "What should we do?"
The old man hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to say anything, but he looked at the pine nut shells he had chewed all over the ground. He felt somewhat short-tempered and said:
“It’s a bit early for you to learn now, but you can understand it first.”
Mo Hua immediately sat upright and listened carefully.
But the old man didn't say anything. Instead, he took out a ball of cotton wool from somewhere.
This ball of cotton wool is ordinary cotton wool.
Puppet Lao’s palm condensed, and the cotton wool was compressed by itself and twisted together to form a cotton thread.
Mo Hua’s eyes are slightly bright and thoughtful.
Puppet Lao then took out another ball of cotton wool, made it in the same way, compressed it and twisted it together to form another cotton thread...
It has been condensed into more than ten cotton threads.
The old man's eyes turned cold and his consciousness flashed.
More than a dozen cotton threads are instantly twisted and entangled, seemingly irregular, but implicitly and rhythmically gathered together, woven into a ball of thread.
This ball of thread is the same size as the previous cotton batting.
But the internal structure is completely different.
Puppet Lao looked at the ink painting and asked, "Do you understand?"
Mo Hua frowned and said truthfully:
“I understand…a little bit…”
“It doesn’t matter, just remember it.”
Puppet Master raised his hand, and the ball of thread he had just twisted was instantly turned into ashes, leaving no trace between his palms.
“Complex magic principles are often hidden in the simplest and most ordinary things.”
“For example, this ball of thread.”
“Another example is the mountains and rivers, the clouds and the rain, the grass and the trees in the sky and the earth…”
Mo Hua nodded and said calmly:
“Grandpa Puppet, I remember it, but I still don’t quite understand it…”
The corners of Puppet Lao's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile that didn't quite look like a smile, "It doesn't matter, read more, learn more, think more, and one day you will understand."
“Yeah!” Mo Hua nodded solemnly.
The old man thought for a moment and then said:
“I will only demonstrate this magic technique once, please take a good look.”
Ink painting refreshed.
Puppet Lao opened his palms, and a fireball emerged. The fireball took on the shape of a light red gas. Then, as Puppet Lao's consciousness pulled him, the spiritual power compressed inward, condensing into a deep red fire thread.
The fire thread contains amazing spiritual power and floats in the air.
After that, another fireball appeared in the palm of Puppet Lao's hand.
Then the fireball condensed into filaments.
After ten rounds of this, there were no longer fireballs in Puppet Lao's palm, but more than ten crimson, astonishingly hot filaments.
Puppet Lao's eyes darkened and his thoughts moved.
These fire threads are entangled together and condensed into a small fireball.
This fireball technique, spiritual thread entanglement, is not so much a fireball, but more like a spiritual power thread woven with flames as threads.
Multiple compression, spiritual power reconstruction.
It seems to be a simple fireball technique, but it also contains amazing coercion.
Puppet Lao waved his hand casually, and the fireball quickly flew out and fell into the raging river on the side. A harsh and strange sound suddenly sounded.
Like cold water pouring into oil, the surface of the river suddenly boils.
The ink paintings were heard in a circular motion, and the mouth opened wide in an instant.
A large river and a huge lake were evaporated into a large hole by a small fireball technique.
The surrounding water vapor forms clouds and mist, and the hot air evaporates.
After a while, the river water poured back.
The sound of surging tide sounded.
The river water poured into the hollow, forming a huge whirlpool on the originally calm river surface.
The mood of the ink painting is like the river water, which cannot be calm for a long time.
The spiritual power that Puppet Lao used just now was just Qi refining, and the spell he used to drive it was only a first-grade fireball spell.
But a fireball spell can produce such a huge lethality?
Mo Hua looked at the old man with an expression of shock and admiration.
The old man was in a comfortable mood, but the expression on his face was still light.
He patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and said, "Remember, learn more and practice more."
Mo Hua nodded dully.
The old man left with satisfaction.
When he got to the side, Mr. Zhuang complained to him: "Why did you teach him this thing?"
“He can learn, why can’t I teach?”
“He doesn’t even know what this is, so you teach him like this?”
The old man did not speak a word, and after a moment he said silently:
“I’m afraid if I don’t teach, I won’t have the chance to teach…”
The old man turned his head and looked at Mr. Zhuang again, "Don't you think so too?"
Mr. Zhuang paused after hearing the words. He was silent for a long time and sighed helplessly.
…
The ink painting looks exciting.
What a powerful fireball!
This kind of power was completely beyond his knowledge.
Mo Hua couldn’t wait to try it himself, but found that he couldn’t do it at all.
The principle seems simple. Spiritual power is like cotton wool. First, the spiritual power is condensed into thin threads, and then the spiritual threads are woven into a spiritual power thread...
But in fact, this is not the case at all.
Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is already very strong. He has reached the peak of the Thirteenth Line of Foundation Building, practiced the Tianyan Jue, learned the Spiritual Pivot Formation, and is not weak in spiritual power control.
But with such a strong spiritual consciousness and such meticulous control, he cannot even condense spiritual power into silk threads.
Mo Hua was a little surprised and a little disappointed.
But after thinking about it, I felt it was normal.
If such a powerful spell can be learned so easily, then it would be a real daydream.
The ink painting recorded every detail of Puppet Lao's spellcasting in his mind exactly.
I will think about it when I have time, hoping that one day I can also perform such a terrifying fireball technique...
The ink-painted eyes reveal anticipation.
Whether it’s a formation or a spell.
There is still a lot to learn.
As long as you persist in learning, one day you will be able to master all these, master advanced formations, and control powerful spells.
…
The journey that followed was mostly uneventful.
Although we traveled day and night and slept in the open, it was not too hard.
Mo Hua uses materials from the local area and changes his patterns to cook various meals. His cooking skills are getting better and better day by day, and the meals he cooks are becoming more and more delicious and delicious.
The carriage is leisurely.
Mr. Zhuang was taking a nap in the car, while the three of them were sitting around a small table, drawing formations, reading, or doing various monastic exercises.
Occasionally he would stop to rest. If he had enough time, he would play a few games of chess with the puppeteer.
The game is still a simple five-element chess game.
The two of them had a great time playing.
Although Mr. Zhuang has seen it frequently, he was still a little surprised. He did not expect that Mo Hua could really play chess with Puppet Lao.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were a little confused.
Sometimes, when Mo Hua went to buy groceries, go for a walk, or look for formations, they also played a few games with the puppet boss.
But without exception, they were all despised by the puppet elders.
The old man thinks that Bai Zixi is too smart. He is also very thoughtful when playing Five Elements Chess and does not give up a single piece.
If you dislike Bai Zisheng, you think he is too reckless.
It’s enough to eat every day. When playing Five Elements Chess, you only know how to “eat” without any level.
Ink painting is better.
When playing chess, it comes naturally.
Neither put effort into it nor be greedy.
Of course, the main reason is that the two people's chess skills are "evenly matched", there is no utilitarian outcome, it's just for fun.
Mo Hua plays chess with Mr. Puppet.
The puppet master will also carve some puppets for ink paintings.
At first, they were just big and small tigers. Later, when the old man Song Zi coughed a lot, he began to accept various requirements of ink painting.
What wolves, insects, tigers and leopards, weird monsters.
When Mo Hua saw it, he pestered the old man to carve one for him.
After the carving is completed, the ink painting is then painted with the Lingshu Formation.
Then he can control a bunch of monster puppets to chase, play and fight on the grass, which is novel and lively.
Since I have done the ink painting, it is not easy for the puppet master to favor one thing over another.
He also carved some puppets for Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.
The one carved for Bai Zisheng is a blue dragon. Although it is mighty, it cannot fly. Even if it is engraved with the Lingshu Formation, it can only crawl on the ground.
The carving for Bai Zixi is a colorful phoenix.
In addition to the Lingshu Formation, the wings of the phoenix are also painted with a five-color array in ink.
Once the feathers are spread out, they will be like a peacock spreading its tail, colorful, sparkling, and very gorgeous...
Whenever he had free time after that, Bai Zisheng would play beast fighting with Mo Hua on the grass, controlling his blue dragon to engage in battles with the big and small tigers and many monsters under Mo Hua's "command".
Bai Zixi was on the side, holding the gorgeous phoenix, looking at Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng who were having a great time, her eyes were as clear as autumn crystal, and she was holding a shallow smile...
…
In this way, everyone walked along.
Walking through mountains, wading through water, experiencing sunrise and sunset, and watching the clouds roll and relax.
Along the way, I also met many people and things.
Some are blind cultivators, ferocious criminal cultivators, and evil cultivators who do not follow the right path.
But most of them have low cultivation level and weak Taoism.
Bai Zisheng has one man and one spear, and one man is in charge of the barrier.
Mo Hua was watching the show from the side, occasionally using water prison to control the field, and using fireball to make up for the damage, he was able to defeat them.
Most of the others are poor and wandering practitioners.
Same as Tongxian City, Nanyue City, and other ordinary small fairy cities.
The life of a casual cultivator is often not easy.
Those who stand at a high place can see flowers blooming all over them.
Only when you really put your feet on the ground can you know how hot and cold things are and how miserable people are.
Array masters should understand the way of heaven and benefit all living beings.
Mo Hua keeps these words in mind, and when he encounters poor people or suffering, he will do his best to draw some formations to help them.
Treading all the way, the horses' hooves are leisurely.
Half a year later, Mo Hua finally arrived at the border of the third-level Dali Mountain Prefecture.
At this time, Mo Hua was fourteen years old. After accumulated practice over time, he had reached the ninth level of Qi refining.
It is only one step away from foundation building.
I’m going to take a day off tomorrow.
It’s been seven months since I started writing. I haven’t taken a single day off, and I haven’t had much rest.
So reward yourself with a day off~
The main reason is that the detailed outline contains a lot of content and needs to be sorted out.
Problems in writing should also be summarized.
By the way, I also need to have a good sleep and adjust my mentality a little.
There are still a lot of things to write, so you can’t rush for a while, you have to persevere for a long time, and the water will flow slowly~
(End of this chapter)