Asking about longevity

Is this magic?

Mo Hua opened his eyes wide and was surprised.

Obviously, just by running the spiritual power according to certain meridians, and using the spiritual consciousness to stimulate the spiritual power, it can be condensed into spells with different attributes to achieve power beyond Mo Hua's expectation.

After a period of turmoil, the pond returned to calm.

Only the mottled water marks on the shore and the burnt water plants on the water showed what had happened.

The old man nodded, "Not bad."

Mo Hua scratched his head, "Grandpa Puppet, what should I practice next?"

"Still practicing this."

"Still practicing this?"

"Yes," Puppet Lao said, "Practice it a hundred times first and experience it more."

"What do you feel?" Mo Hua asked doubtfully.

"I told you that you don't know. After practicing it a hundred times, you will understand it." Puppet Lao said.

The ink painting is a bit confusing.

Puppet Lao added: "It's similar to how you practice formations. Practice makes perfect. If you draw more, you will naturally understand some things, but this kind of thing is difficult to explain in words."

"Oh." Mo Hua understood a little and nodded.

"Then can I practice here?"

Mo Hua asked a little embarrassedly.

He couldn't go home and practice, what if he burned down the house with fireball?

Going to the mountains and forests to practice alone is also a bit dangerous.

"It doesn't matter." The old man said without hesitation.

Mo Hua hesitated, "What if I damage the pond and the flowers and plants? Is it okay?"

The old man took a calm look at the ink painting, and then waved his sleeve gently.

Mo Hua didn't even know what happened. He only felt that in the blink of an eye, the traces of water on the edge of the pond had disappeared, the burnt water plants were restored, and the fish started swimming leisurely in the pond again.

It was as if nothing happened just now, and Mo Hua never used that fireball technique.

The ink painting stood there blankly.

"It doesn't matter." Mr. Puppet said calmly.

In the next few days, Mo Hua ran to Mr. Zhuang whenever he had nothing to do.

If Mr. Zhuang is awake, he will run to say hello and ask for advice. If Mr. Zhuang is asleep, he will go to the bamboo forest by the pond to practice fireball.

Mo Hua already understood the principle of the fireball technique, and after several days of practice, he also understood the use of the fireball technique.

It's just that the power of the fireball spell, the speed of casting the spell, and the accuracy of the fireball hit are all slightly different every time.

These are indeed, as the old man said, you need to practice and experience them slowly before you can fully master them. It is difficult to express them in words.

In the past few days, Mo Hua has been practicing fireball skills by the pond.

Fireballs exploded in the pond, disturbing the spring water. Water plants were flying all over the sky, and the fish at the bottom were also in a panic.

Fortunately, after Mo Hua left every day, the old man restored the pond.

Otherwise, the water in the pond would have been blown dry by the ink paintings...

On this day, Mo Hua was practicing his fireball technique by the pond. From a distance, he saw a little head secretly snooping around.

"Bai Zisheng?"

Seeing that Mo Hua was alone, Bai Zisheng ran over secretly and asked curiously: "What are you playing at?"

"I'm not playing, I'm practicing magic?" Mo Hua corrected.

Bai Zisheng's eyes lit up, "Have you learned a spell? What spell? Show me one!"

Mo Hua used fireball to blow up the pond again.

There was a roar and water splashed everywhere.

After Bai Zisheng looked at it, his interest suddenly waned, and he curled his lips and said:

"It's just a fireball technique..."

Mo Hua was not convinced, "What happened to the fireball technique?"

Bai Zisheng consoled him: "It's okay, I thought you would learn something great.

"for example?"

"For example...oh, by the way, your spiritual power is low and you won't be able to use it even if you learn it." Bai Zisheng said.

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him and said calmly: "Have you finished your homework?"

"No," Bai Zisheng became dejected instantly, "I heard something moving here, so I secretly came over to take a look. I have to go back later."

Bai Zisheng asked again: "If you practice fireball here, won't it disturb Mr. Zhuang?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I asked Grandpa Puppet, and he said no. Mr. Zhuang's place is far away and very quiet."

Bai Zisheng nodded and glanced at Mo Hua with envy, "Mr. Zhuang is so kind to you..."

"Isn't Mr. Zhuang very kind to you? Besides, you and Mr. Zhuang may have some connections." Mo Hua asked doubtfully.

Bai Zisheng waved his hand, "You don't understand..." He thought for a while and said nothing more.

He and Zixi were in awe of Mr. Zhuang. Although they would consult Mr. Zhuang if they had any questions, other than that, they generally would not bother him easily.

Like Mo Hua, they would go to their husband for advice if they had any questions. They would never even dare to use fireball to blow up a pond in Mr. Zhuang's courtyard.

"Are you trying to plot against Mr. You? You have some evil intentions in your heart, so you are afraid of Mr."

Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng suspiciously.

Bai Zisheng curled his lips and said, "I also have to have that ability."

"That's right." Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zisheng asked curiously: "Did Mr. Puppet teach you your fireball technique?"

"Yes."

"Will the old man teach you a fireball technique?"

"You don't understand, the right one is the best."

Mo Hua imitated Puppet Lao and looked experienced.

Bai Zisheng thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right."

Mo Hua asked back: "Is Grandpa Puppet very powerful?"

"Probably so." Bai Zisheng said uncertainly.

"It turns out you don't know either."

Bai Zisheng smiled sarcastically.

Mo Hua then chased him and said, "Hurry up and do your homework. Don't disturb me from practicing my spells."

Bai Zisheng didn't want to leave. Doing homework was too boring.

"You practice, I can give you some pointers."

"What are you pointing out? You don't know magic." Mo Hua was stunned for a moment.

Bai Zisheng said displeasedly: "Have you never eaten pork or seen pigs running? Although I practice martial arts, I still know some powerful spells."

That's right, the Bai family has a long history of family education after all.

"Show me how to use the fireball technique again." Bai Zisheng said.

"Oh." Mo Hua used the fireball technique again.

The pond was bombed again.

"Well... the power is a bit weak." Bai Zisheng said.

"Is my spiritual power too weak?"

"Not exactly. The power of a spell is related to your proficiency in the spell. The more proficient you are in using the spell, the greater the power of the spell. If you use a spell proficiently, even if the spiritual power consumed remains the same, the power will be the same. It will increase." Bai Zisheng said patiently.

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly when he heard this, "Then what does this proficiency refer to specifically?"

"Do you have a meridian diagram for the fireball technique?"

The ink painting opens the meridian diagram of the fireball technique.

Bai Zisheng pointed to the meridian diagram and said:

"To put it simply, it is the accuracy of the spiritual energy flow. If your spiritual energy can pass through these meridians and acupuncture points exactly every time, the power of the spell will definitely be improved to a higher level."

"Of course, it's impossible to be absolutely accurate. People are still people, not puppets. How can they be exactly the same every time? Just have something close to it." Bai Zisheng added.

Mo Hua suddenly realized it and asked Bai Zisheng a few more questions.

It was rare for Bai Zisheng to show off in front of the ink painting, and he gave instructions for a long time with an excited expression.

Suddenly, a ball of paper flew over from nowhere and hit Bai Zisheng on the head.

Mo Hua picked up the ball of paper, opened it, and found that there was a small face simply outlined with a brush.

The small face has simple lines, only a few lines and two points, and it seems unhappy.

Bai Zisheng covered his head, looked at the note, and said in surprise:

"It's over, Zixi is angry. I told her to come and play with you for a while, but unknowingly she stayed too long."

Bai Zisheng stood up in a hurry, said "Practice more," and ran away.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile.

After that, Mo Hua followed what Bai Zisheng said and tried to use his spiritual power accurately every time. The power of the fireball technique was indeed stronger.

After practicing the ink painting a hundred times, you will become more proficient in using the fireball technique.

Mo Hua went to see Mr. Puppet and said, "Grandpa Puppet, I have practiced it a hundred times!"

The old man nodded, "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Okay," Puppet Lao nodded and said, "I will officially start teaching you now."

"ah?"

Mo Hua was stunned, "Didn't you already teach me?"

The old man said calmly:

"I haven't taught you yet. What's the use of fireball?"