Asking about longevity

On the mountain road, Dabai pulled the carriage and walked slowly and slowly towards Mr. Zhuang's set destination.

According to what Mr. Zhuang said, the place he was going to was a sect with whom he had an old relationship.

Mo Hua asked what sect it was.

Mr. Zhuang did not say anything, he just said it and you will know.

Mo Hua didn't ask any more questions.

Along the way, Mr. Zhuang also asked Mo Hua to pay careful attention and calculate with his spiritual consciousness to find traces of the formation.

Along the way, Mo Hua did sense the aura of some formations, and used his spiritual consciousness to calculate the formation patterns, and showed the formation patterns to Mr. Zhuang for review.

Mr. Zhuang would mostly nod.

Occasionally, some mistakes will be pointed out for Mo Hua to pay attention to.

Some of these errors are due to insufficient experience in ink painting formations and incorrect calculation of the formation pivot pattern;

Some were careless and missed a few formation patterns;

There are also some cases where the calculation method is wrong, so the spiritual power trajectory of the formation goes astray...

Mo Hua kept these problems in mind one by one and thought about them over and over again to try not to make them again next time.

In this way, while rushing on the road, while sensing, while calculating, while verifying.

Thanks to this, Mo Hua's spiritual calculation has become more and more proficient.

It's a pity that although some of the formations calculated by Yan are ones that Mo Hua has never seen before, most of them are not rare.

The number of formation patterns is still only between seven and nine patterns.

There is no second-grade formation.

In the second-level state boundaries, generally only the first-level formations are used.

The second-grade formation consumes a lot of spirit stones, and most family sects within the second-grade cannot afford it.

And most of the formation masters who can draw second-level formations will not stay in the second-level state boundaries.

In addition, there is no final battle that Mo Hua is looking for.

At first, Mo Hua thought he had missed it.

But Mr. Zhuang didn't ask everyone to stop, so it probably didn't happen.

It was impossible for Mr. Zhuang to miss it.

Mo Hua thought about it and thought it was right.

If there were desperate formations everywhere, it would be a waste of time.

How can a formation that is rampant on the street be called a "definite formation"?

Moreover, Mo Hua has learned the thick soil formation.

The Thick Earth Formation is an eleven-line absolute formation.

Mo Hua's current spiritual consciousness also has eleven patterns, which can be used to hone his spiritual consciousness with the help of the thick earth formation.

The carriage only needs to stop to rest along the way.

Mo Hua would run out of the car, let go of his consciousness, find some fresh grass, and feed it to Dabai.

Then while watching Dabai eat grass, he practiced the thick earth formation on the ground.

The thick earth formation can only be practiced in this way.

The ink painting uses the Tao stele to visualize the Tao essence of the earth, which overloaded the Tao stele and has not yet recovered.

Mo Hua thought it was broken.

Fortunately, after observing for a few days, I found that the Taoist monument was just a little grayer in color, and the surface of the monument was still empty, with no other abnormalities.

The breath of the Taoist monument is gradually recovering, and it seems that it will be fine after a while.

Mo Hua felt relieved.

But in a short period of time, it will be impossible to practice formations with the help of Taoist monuments.

The thick earth formation cannot be drawn on paper.

Ink painting can only wait for a break, find a piece of land, squat on the ground and draw formations.

Not only do you practice formations, understand the Taoist aggregates, but you also enhance your spiritual consciousness.

Every time he drew a thick earth formation on the ground, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual consciousness was more in tune with the earth, and his understanding of the earth's Tao Yuan became deeper.

With this wonderful realization, the growth of Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is not slow.

But there is still some distance between him and the divine consciousness of the Twelve Lines.

…

Today everyone is sitting in the carriage.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were reviewing the formations taught to them by Mr. Xizhuang.

Even the art of ink painting cannot be learned.

Mo Hua was a little curious, but he resisted his curiosity and didn't look.

Mr. Zhuang must have considerations when he acts. There may be some cause and effect involved that he cannot touch.

As for Mo Hua himself, he was reading the formation book and practicing the calculations with his spiritual consciousness.

Mr. Zhuang is closing his eyes and concentrating.

After a while, Mr. Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and said:

"It's Chinese New Year."

The three disciples were all startled.

Mo Hua calculated the time and it seemed that today was indeed the New Year's Eve.

In the past, when he was in Tongxian City, during New Year's Day, red lanterns were hung on the streets, a dazzling array of goods were displayed in the markets, people came and went, and every house smelled of rice...

But now there is no village in the future and no store in the future.

There is only a remote mountain road with cliffs on both sides and weeds on the roadside.

Thinking of Tongxian City, Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.

"I wonder how everyone in Tongxian City is doing?"

“Are we celebrating the New Year in a lively way again?

"And mom and dad, are you in good health and safe?"

"I don't know if they miss me..."

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart, feeling a little homesick and looking a little depressed.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting with some pity in his eyes and said:

"When you are away from home, keep everything simple. But since it is the New Year, you still have to live it simple."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Are we going to go through it too?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhuang nodded gently.

"But... we have nothing." Mo Hua murmured.

"If you want anything, just ask Mr. Zhuang."

Mo Hua was stunned and looked back at Puppet Lao.

The old man also nodded, "You have everything you want."

Mo Hua immediately became happy.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi also looked excited.

The eyes of the three children are all shining.

As if being affected by his emotions, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile.

…

So everyone, mainly ink painting of course, began to prepare.

He clasped his fingers and counted to the puppet master:

"Grandpa Puppet, I want lanterns, firecrackers, plenty every year, fish, promotion step by step, cakes..."

I finished counting the ink paintings one by one.

The old man nodded and said, "Wait a moment."

Then in front of Mo Hua, the person disappeared.

After half an hour, the puppet master appeared again without anyone noticing and threw several storage bags on the ground.

When Mo Hua took a look, he found that everything he had mentioned was indeed there.

And many of them are new. It seems that they were just bought from some fairy city celebrating the festival.

"Thank you Grandpa Puppet!"

Mo Hua said with a smile.

The old man nodded and handed over another storage bag.

Mo Hua was slightly startled and opened it to take a look.

It is full of dried fruits such as pine nuts, hazelnuts, and torreya nuts, but most of them are raw.

"Give me some fried food. I'm done with the previous ones." The puppeteer whispered.

The old man drives the car every day and has nothing to do except eat some pine nuts.

So he had already finished eating some of the pine nuts that Mo Hua fried for him.

I thought since it was Chinese New Year, I might as well treat myself.

He had eaten a lot of pine nuts and wanted to change his taste, so he bought a lot of them.

He had never eaten these things during the Qi Refining Period, so he didn’t know what they were, but he thought they would be sold together, and they were probably about the same, so he bought them all together.

I just don’t know if the sound is crispy or not when I drink it.

The old man looked at the ink painting expectantly.

Mo Hua smiled, nodded and said:

"good!"

So in the afternoon, everyone stopped rushing.

The carriage stopped at the roadside.

Mo Hua tied a big red lantern on the carriage, pasted a few pictures with the character "福" on it, and hung a big red flower around Dabai's neck.

Dabai was reluctant, but couldn't resist Mo Hua.

After all, eating people is the shortest.

It ate so much grass fed by Mo Hua.

In addition, the ink painting also laid out firecrackers and painted a fireworks array for setting off at night.

Next, it’s time to prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Mo Hua first fried the pine nuts and hazelnuts for the puppet veteran.

There are original ones, and there are also ones with various spices added.

The puppet master took out part of the food and put it on the table for everyone to eat. The rest was quietly stuffed into his sleeves.

Then comes cooking.

Some of the ingredients were bought by Mr. Puppet, and some were given by the spiritual farmers in Qianjia Town.

Bai Zisheng watched eagerly from the side and occasionally said:

"Mo Hua, make this and eat it. This is delicious."

"This needs to be fried, not boiled."

"This needs to be spicy to taste better, add more..."

Mr. Zhuang didn't care so much and could eat anything, but he still ordered a "steamed sea bass" to prevent Bai Zisheng from ordering spicy dishes.

The last step is the steamed pastries.

There are rice cakes, as well as various other types of pasta and snacks.

Bai Zixi helped Mo Hua knead the dough. As she kneaded it, she formed small pieces of dough.

The little white hands were holding the white dough, not knowing what they were kneading.

Mo Hua asked curiously:

"Sister, what are you pinching?"

Bai Zixi held a strange little dough ball in her hand and said crisply:

"rabbit!"

Mo Hua was stunned.

Bai Zixi frowned, "Isn't it different?"

"Like..." Mo Hua said without conscience.

"Just a little... fatter."

The little rabbit became fat and turned into a pig.

Bai Zixi looked at the "little rabbit" in her hand again and said doubtfully: "It's not fat..."

She thought it was quite cute.

Mo Hua was busy all afternoon and finally finished all the dishes.

The morning glow has also faded, and the night gradually becomes darker.

It's time to set off fireworks.

Before releasing, Mo Hua was still a little worried, "It won't scare the monsters in the mountains..."

The old man looked around and said calmly: "No."

Mo Hua felt relieved.

The fireworks array is very simple, and the time is limited, so the ink painting is not too complicated.

Moreover, this formation was drawn directly on the ground.

This is the first formation in ink painting using "earth" as the formation medium, besides the thick earth formation.

In the night, the fireworks are bright.

Then the meal started.

Everyone sat on the ground.

The soft grass was covered with silk cloth and filled with food.

The dishes are rich, and the craftsmanship of ink painting is also good.

Mr. Zhuang ate the most comfortably, Bai Zisheng ate the most cheerfully, Bai Zixi ate the most elegantly, and Mr. Puppet kept eating pine nuts and hazelnuts with the most concentration.

Under the cold moonlight, among the quiet mountains, there is a lively atmosphere of fireworks, noisy and warm.

After eating and drinking enough, Mo Hua no longer misses home.

He lay on the grass and counted the stars in the sky.

For Mo Hua, this is not the most lively year, but it is the first time to celebrate the New Year with master, senior brother, senior sister and puppet grandpa.

It was quite lively.

For Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, the big family's New Year's Day seems prosperous but deserted.

Full of sophistication and rules.

On the contrary, it was not as simple and lively as it is now.

Bai Zisheng was also lying on the ground, chatting with Mo Hua, occasionally stumbling.

Bai Zixi looked calm and gentle, but she was wondering in her heart, was it a rabbit she just pinched?

Why does it turn into a pig after being steamed?

Mr. Zhuang was surrounded by three disciples. He felt relieved and looked confused for a moment.

This was probably the most lively year he had lived in his lonely life for hundreds of years.

Thank you Taoist brother o and the Slowshell Beast on the roadside for the reward~