Asking About Longevity

Chapter 50 Brother and sister

From then on, the three of them would visit Mr. Zhuang every morning, salute from a distance outside the door, wait for half a cup of tea, and then go down the mountain if the door is still closed.

Mo Hua actually wanted to tell them that Mr. Zhuang would sleep in early in the morning and sleep until the afternoon, so you came at the wrong time.

But then I thought again, at least in the short term, Mr. Zhuang didn’t really want to see them.

If they come early, they won't see Mr. Zhuang, and if they come later, they still won't see him. Since they won't see him anyway, it doesn't matter when they come to visit.

They went into the mountains early in the morning and could still see the mountains covered with rays of light, which was not a loss.

Mo Hua would occasionally run into them when he went up the mountain. Sometimes he would say hello, and if he had enough time, he would also chat casually.

Although they are from aristocratic families and look arrogant, they are both quite easy to talk to.

From chatting with them, Mo Hua learned that their surname was Bai, and they were both older than Mo Hua. The boy with a dignified appearance was named Bai Zisheng, and the girl as delicate as a porcelain doll was named Bai Zixi.

They are brothers and sisters. They came all the way to learn formations from Mr. Zhuang at the behest of their elders.

Bai Zisheng talks a lot, while Bai Zixi talks little.

 The two have somewhat similar looks, but Bai Zixi is obviously better looking.

 And it’s a bit ridiculously good-looking…

When you look at the ink painting from a distance, you just feel that it is delicate and delicate. If you look closely, you will find that although Bai Zixi is young, her face can be broken by a blow, and her face is extremely beautiful and fair.

Is this really a face that can be grown by a human being? Mo Hua was shocked.

As the saying goes, Nuwa made people out of clay. Some people in this world are obviously made of clay, but some people are obviously not, at least not the Bai Zixi in front of her.

When Nuwa made her, she probably made her out of snow and moon, and out of ice, muscle and jade bones.

Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zixi secretly again and thought to himself:

"As the saying goes, beauty brings disaster. Empress Nuwa is not creating people, she is clearly doing evil..."

The veiled woman who followed the Bai family brothers and sisters was called Aunt Xue, and she should have been sent by the family to protect them.

Aunt Xue's realm is unclear to Mo Hua, but her cultivation level is definitely not low. She has a vague sense of oppression that Mo Hua has never experienced from other monks.

The monk with the highest level that Mo Hua has seen before is the old head of Tongxian Sect, with a cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building. However, the old head has a kind temperament, and his spiritual power is declining due to his old age, so the sense of oppression is not as strong as that of Aunt Xue in front of him.

 “It should be at least the cultivation level of the foundation building period…”

 Ink painting secretly guessed.

And to have a foundation-building monk as a guard, the status of these brothers and sisters must be extraordinary. The Bai family is probably also a prominent family outside Lizhou. Mo Hua was very sensible and did not ask what kind of aristocratic family it was.

 Aristocratic families and clans are far removed from ink painting.

It is very difficult for a monk who is a casual cultivator to break through and become a foundation-building monk. As for the monks in the foundation building stage, their status in this small Tongxian City can be said to be quite prominent.

His cultivation level in this life may not be higher than that of the guards around others.

Mo Hua keeps his original intention in mind, concentrates on learning formations, and becomes a first-level formation master, so that he can gain a foothold in the monastic world in the future.

The Bai brothers and sisters visited every morning. Mr. Zhuang didn't say anything. He seemed to acquiesce to the matter, but he still had no intention of seeing them.

However, Mr. Zhuang seems to be relieved and his daily routine has become normal.

Every day I still sleep until the afternoon, then sit in the yard, eat beef with wine, or snacks with tea, looking at the mountain scenery in reverie.

In Mo Hua, I still learn the formation, draw the formation, meditate, and then draw the formation. Then when I have any doubts, I go to Mr. Zhuang for advice. This time Mr. Rizhuang suddenly asked Mo Hua to draw a formation called "Three Talents Formation".

This formation contains six formations. It is impossible to draw the current spiritual consciousness with ink, and the structure looks very special. The formations are also different from the five-element formation that was used before ink painting.

Mr. Zhuang only gave Mo Hua one day, and the next day he asked Mo Hua to draw the formation for him to see as much as he could draw.

During the day, Mo Hua devoted himself to studying the formation diagrams of the "Three Talents Formation" and tried to draw it several times. At night, he went back and practiced all night on the remaining stele of Shihai.

The next day, in front of Mr. Zhuang, I reluctantly drew the formation intermittently. However, due to lack of spiritual awareness, several strokes of the formation were ineffective.

Mr. Zhuang didn't say anything. Seeing that Mo Hua looked tired and his face was slightly pale, he knew that this was the result of excessive use of his spiritual consciousness, so he lit an incense stick. The pale white smoke rose thickly with a refreshing aroma. He smelled it. Refreshing.

Mr. Zhuang said: "This is a soothing incense that can nourish your consciousness. You can meditate here and go back to rest early when the incense burns out. Don't draw any more formations today."

"Thank you, sir."

Mo Hua thanked him, and then he meditated. As a result, he felt that his consciousness had recovered faster. In about two cups of tea, the soothing incense was burned, and Mo Hua bowed and said goodbye.

After Mo Hua left, Mr. Zhuang looked at the "Three Talents Formation" drawn by Mo Hua, frowned in thought, and said nothing for a long time.

Puppet Lao came in and asked, "The painting is not good?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "It's not a question of whether it's good or not... I don't have enough spiritual consciousness and time is short. It's impossible to draw this formation well. There will be mistakes no matter what, but..."

Mr. Zhuang frowned and said, "This kid, Mo Hua, learns too fast."

 “What’s wrong with learning quickly?”

 “It’s not fast, it’s too fast…”

Mr. Zhuang unfolded the "Three Talents Formation" and said:

"This "Three Talents Formation" and the Five Elements Formation use completely different formation hubs, and the formation patterns are also different. I just gave him the formation diagram yesterday, and he only used one day's effort to learn it. If it weren't for a **** Without enough knowledge, it is possible that he drew this formation just by stumbling..."

Mr. Zhuang's eyes narrowed slightly, "The strangest thing is that in one day, with the spiritual consciousness of ink painting, I can practice this formation three or four times at most, but now I am very familiar with the brushwork of the "Three Talents Formation", I am afraid it is I’ve practiced it more than ten times.”

The old man's expression remained unchanged, but his tone became lower: "You mean... Mo Hua, the kid, is hiding something from you?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "I have never asked, so there is no question of whether to hide it or not. But from the looks of it, Mo Hua may have another chance."

Puppet Lao rolled his eyelids: "Who is a cultivator who doesn't have an opportunity? How many opportunities do you have? Thousands of creatures in the world, as long as they are born into the world, they are inheriting the great opportunities."

Mr. Zhuang thought deeply after hearing this.

Puppet Lao said: "If you really care, just ask him."

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, "Ask him?"

The old man said impatiently: "You are a person who says he has a clear mind, but in fact he is too narrow-minded. He always thinks that everyone else is just like you and hides everything. I think Mo Hua is a good kid. , unlike you, who has eighteen tricks hidden in his heart and does things coquettishly."

Mr. Zhuang was lying on the chair and said calmly: "If I had really had a clear mind, I wouldn't be in this situation now."

"Birds of a feather flock together, and people divide into groups. You think you are smart and like to deal with people who are smart, but as a result, your heart is not as dirty as others, so you will naturally be plotted by others. You are asking for this drink and peck. You can't blame others. .”

Mr. Zhuang smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, so now I can only stay with a heartless person like you to feel clean."

 The old man looked dull and stopped talking.

 (End of this chapter)