Asking about longevity

But a moment later, another alchemist elder wearing a Taixu Taoist robe with an alchemy furnace embroidered on the skirt also came over. Seeing the scorched black ground and the array patterns all over the wall, he couldn't help but take a breath.

Then, he saw the ink painting lying on the ground.

"Don't be stunned, save people first."

The two people hurriedly stepped forward to check Mo Hua's injuries, and then they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua looked miserable, his injuries were serious, but nothing serious.

The elder alchemist took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and sprinkled it on Mo Hua's wound to dissolve the remaining fire poison, clean the burnt blood, and stop the bleeding from the wound.

Then he took out another pill and gave it to Mo Hua.

Then he stroked Mo Hua's chest with his hand, and continued to use his luck to nourish Mo Hua's meridians with the rich and pure wood spiritual power to treat his injuries...

After a while, Mo Hua's pale face gradually gained color and his breath calmed down.

It's just that his physical body was too weak, so he recovered slowly from the trauma and couldn't wake up for a while.

The alchemist elder felt relieved, "It's almost done..."

"Fortunately, I was only affected by a small amount of magical energy..."

"It will take half a month to recover from the injury, and after some treatment, it will be fine. However, his hand is injured and his meridians are also damaged. During this period, he cannot use his spiritual power..."

The elder Alchemist felt a little lucky and shook his head again:

"It's just that my physical condition is really bad..."

"If you are delicate and frail, you will be injured if you bump into it, and it will be difficult to take care of yourself if you are injured..."

Elder Alchemist looked at the fainted Mo Hua and felt a little distressed. He turned his head and complained to Elder Daofa:

"You are a Taoist elder after all. You have nothing to teach him about physical training. You don't expect to achieve anything. At least you can strengthen your body and recover faster if you are injured..."

Elder Daofa smiled bitterly, "How could I not know this?"

"But it's not that simple. If he could really practice, I would have asked him to practice long ago..."

"It's useless to learn a little bit about it in actual combat."

"If you hit you, you'll get hurt, and if you cut, you'll die. It's better to spend more time, learn your body skills, and don't get hurt at all..."

"What's more, the body-training techniques are so strong and powerful that they are so easy to learn."

"He has poor foundation. If he practices too much, his body will wither, his blood will reverse, and he will even hurt himself..."

The elder Alchemist shook his head when he heard this and said helplessly:

"Then let me make a few furnaces of elixirs to nourish his blood..."

Although the function may not be great, it is better than nothing.

After Elder Alchemy finished speaking, he looked at Elder Daofa sympathetically, "Be careful, Mr. Xun will definitely cause trouble for you."

Elder Daofa's scalp was numb.

"You said you were fine, why are you teaching this child the best magic?" The elder alchemist was puzzled.

"I didn't teach..."

"Do you think I believe it or not?"

The Taoist elder said bitterly, "I really didn't teach..."

The elder alchemist was startled. Seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, he looked around and his face changed slightly, "Then this is..."

"It's a spell..."

"Are you talking nonsense? It's not a spell, it can be a formation? The question is, what kind of spell is it?"

The Taoist elder thought, "It looks like... the fireball technique..."

The elder alchemist had no expression on his face, "It's so powerful...you can teach me the fireball technique, so that I can learn more about it."

Elder Daofa was speechless.

The elder alchemist pointed to the place where the magic puppet was originally placed:

"Although this puppet is a puppet in the early stage of foundation building, the purpose of refining it at the beginning is to withstand spell bombardment, so the spell defense is extremely high. Generally, disciples in the middle stage of foundation building may not be able to break it, let alone now..."

The elder Alchemist's eyelids twitched slightly, "He was blown into ashes..."

And this child is just a disciple who has been in the early stage of foundation building for less than a year.

The elder alchemist looked at the ink painting again and was shocked.

Elder Daofa also murmured in his heart.

He didn't even remember that he had taught ink painting or some powerful spell.

Furthermore, even if there is such a spell, the spiritual root level of ink painting, and the spiritual power of Qihai Zhoutian, it is impossible to learn or use it...

unless……

The Taoist elder felt the residual scorching air and the mutated spiritual power all around, and his expression became more and more serious.

The elder alchemist asked: "What did you see?"

The Taoist elder frowned and said: "This is not simply the power of the spell, but more like..."

"like what?"

Elder Daofa shook his head and did not say anything. He just thought of Mo Hua's age and cultivation. He felt unbelievable and murmured:

"Probably...not..."

…

When Mo Hua woke up, he felt dizzy, his hands hurt, and his meridians were still a little stagnant.

He looked around and found that he was lying on a white and soft bed. The surroundings were plain, with Ningshen incense burning, and a faint, bitter smell of elixir floating in the air.

Next to him was a graceful woman wearing the robe of Taixu Elder, with a dignified but charming face, looking at him silently.

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Murong... elder?"

His voice was a little hoarse and weak, as if the trauma of the fire spirit power remained, and it was a little difficult to speak.

Elder Murong nodded slightly, "Mr. Xun was afraid that your injury would worsen, so he sent you to me."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, and then he realized that Elder Murong was actually an alchemist.

Elder Murong approached Mo Hua, his fingers were white and slender, and he gently touched Mo Hua's forehead. His voice was as gentle as the evening wind:

"It's nothing serious..."

"But my left hand was burned and my meridians were damaged. I won't be able to use my spiritual power for half a month. My right hand was injured in the flesh. I won't be able to hold a pen for seven days..."

"I'll give you a few bottles of pills. Take one pill every morning and evening."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded with some difficulty, "Thank you, Elder Murong..."

Elder Murong smiled slightly.

After that, other monks came to see the ink paintings.

The first is Yu'er.

After seeing that Mo Hua was injured, he stayed beside Mo Hua, his little brows knitted together, his eyes moist, and he wouldn't drive away no matter what.

Elder Murong had no choice but to prepare a small bed and a small blanket for him to sleep nearby.

Yu'er was quiet and quiet. When she woke up, the first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to take a look at the ink paintings.

Mo Hua woke up, Yu'er's eyes were bright and she was very happy.

But because Mo Hua needed to rest, Yu'er looked at it for a while and then went back to the disciples' residence to do her homework.

Murong Caiyun also came once and gave some elixirs and supplements.

Seeing that Mo Hua was fine, she felt relieved. She just told Mo Hua to be careful when practicing magic and not to hurt herself again.

Mo Hua nodded honestly.

He also knew one thing:

He heard Senior Sister Murong calling Elder Murong "Sister-in-law", which showed that the two were indeed related.

Shangguan Xu also came to see him. In addition to the healing elixirs, he also brought a lot of delicious food.

"Auntie asked me to bring these to you..."

"This is inside the Taixu Sect. It's not convenient for her to come in, but she wants you to recover from your injuries. Go to the Gu family, and she will ask the Shangguan family's alchemist to nurse you back. Don't leave any future troubles..."

Mo Hua nodded gratefully and said:

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xu, and thank Aunt Wan for me."

In addition, some disciples from the same sect also came to see their "little senior brother".

Seeing that Mo Hua looked okay and that there was nothing serious, they felt relieved and gathered around Mo Hua, chatting with him:

"Mo Hua, I heard that you injured yourself while practicing magic?"

"real or fake?"

"What kind of magic did you practice?"

"It can't be the fireball technique..."

"How can it be?"

"How is it impossible..."

"Ink painting knows the fireball technique..."

"Mo Hua, after leaving Taixu Gate, we pretended not to know each other..."

"You are our 'little senior brother', please don't tell anyone..."

"How could there be any young fellow who was injured by the fireball technique..."

Mo Hua glanced at them with disdain and said displeasedly:

"What's wrong with the fireball technique? Once I've mastered it, I'll show you. A fireball technique can make you cry!"

"I do not believe!"

"I'm going to make a draft even if I'm bragging..."

"A mere fireball technique..."

…

Mo Hua was noisy with them, and the atmosphere became lively.

Elder Murong said calmly: "This is the alchemy room. We need to rest. You all go to class."

"It's...elder."

The disciples who originally thought about skipping class bowed their hands and left dejectedly.

Only Cheng Mo, with a look of reluctance, grabbed the ink painting and said:

"Mo Hua, recover from your injuries as soon as possible and go back to teach us the formation..."

Old Mr.

It’s better to use the “little senior brother” Mo Hua.

…

Mr. Xun also took a look at the ink paintings.

He looked serious and didn't say much. He just told Mo Hua to take good care of his injuries. But when he left, he couldn't help but comforted him in a low voice:

"Spells are a kind of fighting and killing thing. If you're not good at it, just forget it..."

"You don't have a good foundation. There is no need to learn from others and practice these killing techniques..."

"If you learn the formation well, you will be able to establish yourself in the cultivation world, and others will not dare to bully you."

"If you encounter difficulties and someone makes trouble for you, just speak up and the sect will support you."

"You don't have to force yourself to learn these spells..."

"Don't even hurt yourself..."

…

Mo Hua was moved and nodded quickly: "I understand, thank you, old gentleman!"

Mr. Xun didn't know about Mo Hua either, so he nodded and left without listening.

…

Towards evening, the Taoist elder also quietly came to visit Mo Hua.

He is the elder responsible for teaching Taoism. Although the injury to his disciple was not caused by him, as an elder, he must bear some responsibility.

Seeing Mo Hua sitting on the bed, his left hand wrapped in a bandage, his face was pale, but his eyes were bright and his breathing was steady. It was really nothing serious. Elder Daofa felt relieved.

The Taoist elder exchanged a few pleasantries, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice:

"Mo Hua, what spells did you use in the Taoist room..."

He teaches spells and studies spells, so he is also very curious about unknown spells.

He wanted to know what kind of spell Mo Hua cast to create such great power that he could destroy an intact spell puppet...

Mo Hua was startled, his eyes brightening slightly.

After waking up, he pondered about "spell fusion" when he had free time.

But after much deliberation, I still haven't figured out why the two fireball techniques are so powerful after being fused with divine consciousness.

If I hadn't used my spiritual consciousness to forcibly reverse the direction of the spell in the end, I would have allowed the spiritual power of the spell to get out of control...

I'm afraid not only will my hands be injured, but my life will be in danger...

Mo Hua didn't understand very much.

It is impossible for the fusion of two fireball techniques to create such a powerful force.

Even the slightest repercussions caused me to suffer such serious injuries...

This is unreasonable.

So Elder Daofa was asking him. He also had many questions and wanted to ask Elder Daofa for advice.

Mo Hua thought for a while and replied:

"I feel that one fireball technique is not powerful enough, so I want to 'fuse' two fireball techniques together to increase the power, and then explode..."

The Taoist elder frowned, "Nonsense, where can such a 'fusion' exist?"

Mo Hua humbly said: "Then how should it be integrated?"

"You misunderstood," Elder Daofa shook his head. "The so-called 'fusion' of spells does not mean mixing two spells together like dough..."

"Spell fusion is essentially spell fusion."

"Moreover, it is not a fusion after casting the spell, but before the spell is cast, it is already a 'fusion' spell. It just looks like it is 'fusion'..."

Mo Hua suddenly realized.

He remembered that when Grandpa Puppet performed the "Fireball Technique" on himself, he condensed the fireballs in sequence and then weaved them into a spell.

Essentially, it's not a fusion of several fireball spells.

Rather, it is a complete, separate spell in itself.

I practiced according to Grandpa Puppet's method, but because I was working behind closed doors, I seemed to have learned a little crookedly...

But even though I learned it wrongly, it seems to be very powerful...

Even stronger than I imagined...

Why is this?

Mo Hua blinked and glanced at Elder Daofa.

The Taoist elder was noticed by Mo Hua and murmured in his heart. He wondered what Mo Hua had in mind...

"Elder..." Mo Hua whispered, "If there is a possibility..."

"Two 'twin' monks have the same spiritual consciousness, the same spiritual roots, and the spells they cast are exactly the same..."

"There are no such 'twin' monks..." said the Taoist elder.

"I mean what if..."

Mo Hua said seriously, "...If so, what will happen if their spells collide? Will they merge?"

Mo Hua looked curious.

The Taoist elder had a headache. He was most afraid of encountering this kind of disciple with wild ideas and weird questions.

That's what they asked, and it makes sense.

But if you really answer it, it will take a lot of effort.

The Taoist elder rubbed his forehead, followed Mo Hua's ideas, thought for a while, and said slowly:

"The consciousness is the same, the spiritual roots are the same, so the two spells may not be exactly the same, because there is a sequence in time..."

"For monks, time is also a law."

"The casting time of a spell, like the spiritual composition of the spell, is also an inherent feature, but most monks completely ignore this..."

"Then the casting time is exactly the same..." Mo Hua said.

"In this case..." Elder Daofa muttered, "Then these two spells are almost the same. They have the same origin. If they come into contact..."

"There are two possibilities..."

The Taoist elder speculated based on the principles of magic:

"Either it "fuses" instantly and turns into a big fireball..."

"Either they are in a state of 'attraction and repulsion' where they can be approached, not explode, but cannot be fused."

"Just like Taixu Liangyi, they coexist but are mutually exclusive..."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he felt admiration.

As expected of the Taoist elder of the Taixu Sect, he could deduce the facts based only on his magic theory.

"Then what if these two fireballs are 'mutually repelling' but not fused?" Mo Hua asked again.

"Then..." Elder Daofa just started to speak, but suddenly he was stunned, "How do you know?"

Because I tried it!

He even injured himself!

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

But he couldn't explain this kind of thing clearly, so he said perfunctorily: "I guess..."

Then, before Elder Daofa came to his senses, Mo Hua quickly asked, "If that's the case, why are you rejecting it?"

As expected, the Taoist elder followed Mo Hua's train of thought and thought about it again...

"Because the essence of the technique is still different."

"The structure of the spell is the structure of the spell's spiritual power, which is the essence of the spell."

"Spells are necessarily mutually exclusive."

"General spells, even if the same spell is cast by the same monk, the structure of the spell is similar, but the spell itself exists and is independent and different."

"It's like refining a standard spiritual weapon. All spiritual weapons are a 'tool'. After refining, the shape looks the same, but in fact each spiritual weapon is a different existence..."

"The 'twin' fireballs you mentioned are the same. Although they are identical in other aspects, their essential 'spell structure' is independent of each other..."

Mo Hua nodded.

As expected of the Taoist elder, he thought of going with me!

I also guessed that the mutual repulsion of the fireballs was a problem inherent in the spell and the structure of the spell.

Mo Hua asked again: "Can these two 'twin' fireballs form a 'fusion' of different spells?"

The Taoist elder shook his head, "No, the structures of the techniques repel each other and cannot be integrated together..."

"Is there a way to melt them?"

Elder Daofa really thought about it seriously and then shook his head.

Mo Hua blinked, "What if..."

"Using brute force, using powerful spiritual consciousness to control fireballs, and quickly colliding with each other, will fusion occur..."

"Collision?" Elder Daofa shook his head, "It should still be impossible to fuse..."

"At most it can be regarded as 'aggregation', but this kind of aggregation is very risky and will affect the stability of the spell..."

"Using instant pressure with divine consciousness to force the fireballs to gather together will instantly produce a strong repulsive force, causing the internal structure of the two fireballs to collapse, causing the spiritual power to lose its restraints, causing mutations, and the inner power to be released, thereby..."

As Elder Daofa spoke, his voice became weaker and weaker, and he suddenly froze, his eyes showing shock.

He looked at the ink painting and was so shocked that he couldn't speak, "You won't..."

You can't really use the fireball collision to collapse the structure of the spell, causing powerful destructive power and killing the spell puppet...

Then he was puzzled, "How did you..."

How is it done?

"Twin" fireballs from the same origin...

Forced control of spiritual consciousness, gathering fireballs...

This is the early stage of foundation building, can it be done?

Mo Hua whispered: "I'm just thinking about it and asking..."

Elder Daofa looked at the ink painting silently and thought to himself that I believe you are the only one who has ghosts.

At the same time, he also sighed in his heart.

As expected of Mr. Xun.

A discerning eye!

The disciples he valued were not only talented in formations.

In terms of magic, you can also find new ways, with such in-depth research...

But...since he is a disciple that Mr. Xun values ​​highly, it is not convenient for me to ask more about these basics.

The Taoist elder thought for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he seemed to have made up his mind to tell Mo Hua the "magic principles" that should not be taught in the first place:

"Spiritual power forms spells outwards, and spells are the coat of spiritual power."

"But the inner spirit itself and its essential changes also contain powerful power..."

"General spells use spiritual power to form spells and form spells, thereby possessing the power to kill..."

"But the other way around..."

The Taoist elder's eyes narrowed and his voice was low:

"Through spells, the structure of the spells is changed, which causes changes in spiritual power and releases a large amount of unstable spiritual energy. It will also cause extremely strong destructive power..."

Mo Hua's eyes were shocked.

Isn't this just...

The formation collapsed!

Although the methods are different, one is a formation and the other is a spell, and the changes in spiritual power are also different, one is disintegration and the other is fusion.

But the essential principle is the same!

The Taoist elder was a little stunned when he saw that Mo Hua had clear eyes and understood so quickly.

This kid... has never done this kind of thing before...

How do you feel? It's so transparent at first glance?

Elder Daofa felt that he could not continue talking, so he coughed, stood up and said: "It's getting late, I should go back..."

Mo Hua said politely: "Elder, please walk slowly."

But there was another thing that he cared about, and after much thought, he still couldn't help it.

"By the way, elder..."

Mo Hua asked in a low voice: "...What's your surname?"

When the Taoist elder heard this, he was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

He was a little angry, a little unbelievable, and said sadly: "It's been so long, and you don't even know my last name?!"

Mo Hua is a little embarrassed.

There was no way, there were too many elders in the sect, and there were also substitute teachers, who would occasionally come and go. Some of the elders were really familiar to him, but he couldn't name them.

Mo Hua smiled awkwardly.

The Taoist elder said helplessly: "My surname is Yi..."