Asking about longevity

On the way back, Elder Yu told his son:

"Don't tell others about the ink painting formation.

Yu Chengyi was stunned, "Why?"

"He is still young, has a low background, and is very talented. He may be jealous of others, which may not be a good thing."

"Oh." Yu Chengyi seemed to understand.

"But it's impossible to hide it all the time. If Mo Hua really has a talent for formations, he won't be able to hide it sooner or later." Yu Chengyi added.

"At least wait until he is older and has the ability to protect himself."

Elder Yu's eyes were filled with relief, but also a little worried.

I hope this child can grow up safely...

After finishing the painting of the iron armor formation, Mo Hua earned spiritual stones, got some spiritual ink for free, and also received a gift from Elder Yu. I was very happy.

The next day, he went to find Bai Zisheng, wanting to verify the effect of the Water Step.

Bai Zisheng was happy at first, then suddenly thought of something, lowered his head and looked disappointed.

"Aunt Xue has assigned me a lot of homework and won't let me compete with you."

Mo Hua was also stunned, "How about a spar?"

Bai Zisheng was a little embarrassed.

"If we have a secret spar, Aunt Xue won't know about it."

Bai Zisheng secretly glanced at his sister Bai Zixi sitting aside and said:

"Aunt Xue asked Zixi to look at me and not allow me to fight with you."

Bai Zixi, who was reading a book elegantly and quietly on the side, heard this, her beautiful eyes moved slightly, she glanced at Bai Zisheng lightly, and said in a soft and pleasant voice:

"I don't have to tell Aunt Xue, but can you finish your homework?"

Bai Zisheng was speechless.

Aunt Xue has assigned a lot of homework, including alchemy, weapon refining, and Taoism theory. After a discussion with Mo Hua, there will definitely be endless homework.

Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zisheng sympathetically, "You should do your homework carefully. I will get you some delicious food when I have time."

Bai Zisheng was in a better mood now.

Mo Hua sighed after leaving Zuowangshan Residence.

He finally learned the movement technique, but it was useless, which made him quite disappointed.

"How about, while I have time now, I can find another magic to learn?"

Thinking of this, Mo Hua became excited again.

If you advance, you can achieve success, and if you retreat, you can maintain it. This is a qualified spiritual practice.

But...who else can I turn to to learn magic?

Ink painting is a bit difficult again.

He hadn't seen Zhang Lan for many days. He didn't know what he was busy with. It was probably because something happened at Daotingsi and he couldn't get away.

But even if Zhang Lan was free, he wouldn't be able to find him.

Wool cannot be held tightly in one sheaf.

It’s okay to just learn the basics and use it in a low-key manner. It’s not appropriate to learn from other people’s stuff.

If Zhang Lan tries to teach him some secret skills on a whim, the elders of the Zhang family will probably not let him go.

Even if he is not killed to silence him, he will probably be married into his wife.

That ink painting would be a huge loss.

But there is no one else who can teach him magic...

After much deliberation, Mo Hua decided to shamelessly ask Mr. Xiazhuang.

The next day, Mo Hua brought some beef and snacks to the two brothers Zisheng and Zixi, and also brought some wine and meat to meet Mr. Zhuang.

After asking a few questions about the formation, Mo Hua wanted to speak several times but stopped.

Mr. Zhuang looked like an immortal Taoist. He could neither detect blood nor spiritual power. What if he was not good at Taoism and never fought with others?

If you ask him these things yourself, what should you do if he can't answer them?

Mo Hua was very considerate of Mr. Zhuang, so he didn't ask in the end.

When he came out, he met Puppet Lao who was playing chess alone in the pavilion. Mo Hua gave Puppet Lao a few boxes of pine nuts and then played two games of Five Elements Chess with Puppet Lao.

Before leaving, the old man asked: "Are you worried?"

"How did you tell?" Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.

"Your chess skills have deteriorated." Puppet said.

Mo Hua opened his mouth.

As simple as Five Elements Chess, you can just play it with your eyes closed. If you want to take a step back, there is no way to go back...

However, Puppet Lao's words reminded him, and Mo Hua took the opportunity to ask in a low voice:

"Grandpa Puppet, do you know magic?"

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "I understand a little bit."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Then can you teach me a little bit?"

The old man got up and left.

Mo Hua thought that Puppet Lao was unwilling, but Puppet Lao walked a few steps, looked back at Mo Hua, and said:

"Come with me."

"Oh." Mo Hua quickly followed.

The old man took the ink painting to another piece of grass far away from the big locust tree.

The terrain here is open, with green grass, small bridges, ponds, and a bamboo forest rustling in the wind.

"When learning spells, don't blindly look at the power. The most appropriate one is the best." Puppet Lao said.

Mo Hua listened carefully and then asked:

"Then Grandpa Puppet, what kind of magic should I learn?"

The old man thought for a moment and said: "Weird and unpredictable spells, such as illusion, trickery, and strange magic..."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

"...You don't have a good spiritual foundation, so you can't learn."

Ink painting: "..."

"Extremely powerful spells, such as the Great Five Elements spells..."

Mo Hua was refreshed.

"...You don't have enough spiritual power to use it."

Mo Hua glanced at Mr. Puppet with some resentment.

The old man had a half-smile on his face, "But you have great spiritual knowledge, so you don't need to learn these complicated ones. Just learn the simplest spells."

The old man threw a thin book to Mo Hua.

When I opened the ink painting, I saw three big characters written on it:

Fireball.

Mo Hua frowned, pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa Puppet, is this fireball technique any different from other fireball techniques?"

The old man shook his head, "It's the same."

Mo Hua flipped through it a few times and found that the fireball technique recorded in Puppet Lao's book was not much different from the "Basic Qi Refining Period Spell: Fireball Technique" that he had seen before.

There was something missing in my heart.

"Don't you want to learn?" Puppet Lao asked.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and felt that Mr. Puppet was right. Spells that were too complex, too difficult, and required too much spiritual power were indeed not suitable for him.

What's more, I didn't originally want to learn any great magic. It's best to start with the basics, as long as they are practical.

The old man was willing to teach him, so it was too late for him to be grateful. There was no need to be picky.

Mo Hua shook his head and said sincerely:

"I want to learn, Grandpa Puppet, please teach me."

The puppet master nodded imperceptibly.

"The key to the spell is three points, spiritual consciousness, spiritual power and meridians."

"Use your spiritual consciousness to mobilize spiritual power, travel along the meridians to specific acupoints, and form a circle of heaven, then you can condense the magic."

"The movement technique itself is also a type of magic. Once you have learned the movement technique, you should understand the similar principles. It should not be difficult to learn the fireball technique at this time..."

…

Puppet Lao told Mo Hua a few key points, and Mo Hua memorized them one by one, and then moved his spiritual power according to the formulas and meridian diagrams on the fireball technique.

The fireball technique is very simple, and the route of spiritual power movement is also much simpler than the passing water step.

After trying ink painting a few times, I got the hang of it.

"You try it." Puppet Lao said.

The ink painting holds its breath and concentrates, mobilizes the spiritual power, activates the meridians, forms the surrounding sky, and then points together, aiming at the pond not far away.

The faint red spiritual power condensed at Mo Hua's fingertips, and then formed a red gaseous flame. Then, following Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness, it flew straight towards the pond.

The fireball exploded on the surface of the water, shaking the water, shattering the water plants, and startling the fish at the bottom.

The water surface of the pond was rippled and in a mess.

Now 10,000 words are updated every day, so the updates are all small chapters.

There are not many words and it is cheaper.

If I'm too lazy to think of a title later, I'll make a bigger chapter~