Chapter 51 Hiding wood


    On the second day, Mr. Zhuang rarely slept in. When he saw Mo Hua, he waved to him, "Mo Hua, follow me."


    Mr. Zhuang brought Mo Hua to the study and asked, "How many times have you practiced the formation of the Three Talents Formation?"


    Mo Hua was very grateful to Mr. Zhuang and didn''t want to hide it, but the matter of the Taoist stele was a bit mysterious and he was not easy to say it. But he didn''t want to lie, so he said frankly:


    "Sir, I practiced three or four times on paper, and then I practiced seven or eight times in my dream."


    What he said is the fact, but he did not mention the Taoist monument.


    Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned, "In the dream?"


    "Well," Mo Hua said, "After I fell asleep, I could continue to draw formations in my dreams."


    Mr. Zhuang frowned slightly and looked at Mo Hua, but found that Mo Hua looked honest and his eyes were so clear that he could see his reflection.


    Mr. Zhuang laughed and said, "I understand."


    What do you know...


    Mo Hua looked at Mr. Zhuang in confusion.


    Mr. Zhuang pondered for a moment, then turned to Mo Hua and told:


    "This sentence is said to me. No matter who asks you in the future, you don''t need to answer, let alone draw a formation in your dream."


    "What if others find the root cause?"


    "If others look at the root of the problem, you just follow what I said before. It is because I have learned meditation, so I learn the formation quickly."


    "What if someone else asks me for the method of "Meditation"?"


    Mr. Zhuang said indifferently: "If you can, don''t give it. If he robs it, you will kill him. If you can''t kill it and cannot escape, then give him meditation skills. The methods are all external objects, and life is yours."


    I thought about it for a while and thought it made sense, but I still asked:


    "What if someone else learns meditation and finds that it will not speed up the learning of formation?"


    "That''s the case..."


    Mr. Zhuang thought for a while and said, "You can only say that you are talented and can never forget everything you see. You will be able to read the formation a few times. And remember, you must be arrogant when saying this, and act as contemptuous as you are arrogant, so that others can believe that you are a genius in all directions."


    "A look of being arrogant?"


    "I''ll do it once, you watch and learn."


    After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he changed his idle appearance, as if the dragon suddenly raised his head while resting, looking arrogant and conceited, looking down on the small mountains.


    After a moment of arrogant, Mr. Zhuang became lazy again and said to Mo Hua:


    “Just like this, you learn more when you have time.”


    Ink painting was shocked.


    Mr. Zhuang usually looks like a fairy-like person, but when he talks nonsense, he is not vague at all when he deceives others.


    When Mo Hua was alone, he pinched his waist by the pool, straightened his chest, and looked arrogant, but he was not as arrogant as Mr. Zhuang.


    "Cultivation is a great subject. It seems that it is not only about cultivation and formations, but also about other things."


    Ink painting is determined to practice this skill of pretending and having time to practice it.


    As the sky gradually became late, it was dusk, Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang and went home.


    After Mo Hua left, Mr. Zhuang lay on the recliner chair in the bamboo pavilion, thinking about his thoughts. Old Pu was playing chess on his own.


    The breeze passed by the pavilion, and Mr. Zhuang, who had been thinking for a long time, suddenly said, "It''s not appropriate."


    Old Kuo raised his eyelids, "What''s wrong?"


    "That child in Mohua..."


    Old Kuai glanced at Mr. Zhuang, "Do you think he didn''t tell the truth?"


    "It doesn''t matter whether you say the truth or not. There are always some words that are not suitable for saying."


    "What''s wrong?"


    "I learned quickly." Mr. Zhuang frowned.


    Mr. Kui was stunned, "Didn''t you say this?" Mr. Zhuang said, "He is my registered disciple and learns quickly and is prone to trouble."


    Mr. Kuai was left with a son, "I didn''t learn that quickly. The child Mo Hua''s talent and understanding are far inferior to you back then. There are still many gaps compared to many children from aristocratic families."


    Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "It cannot be compared like this. The aristocratic family has its own heritage and inheritance. Since childhood, even if it is a pig, he has learned formations faster than ordinary people. As for me..."


    Mr. Zhuang looked calm, "The talent of this world of cultivation formation is better than me, and it is normal that he can''t compare to me."


    Mr. Zhuang said arrogant words in a plain tone.


    Unfortunately, no one supported him, and Pu Lao was playing chess aside and was too lazy to raise his head.


    Mr. Zhuang misses ink painting a little. If the ink painting is next to him, his bright eyes will definitely be full of admiration.


    Mr. Zhuang sighed:


    "Ink paintings are different after all. He was born into a casual cultivator, without family background and inheritance, and his formation is too weak. If the formation progresses too quickly, it will inevitably attract people''s eyes and even cause death."


    "You will also look back and forth, which is a bit rare." Kuang Lao smiled.


    Mr. Zhuang stretched, "The trees are fascinated by the forest, and the wind will destroy them. In the past, I didn''t understand the principle of keeping a low profile and not looking back, so I suffered a loss."


    "Then what are you going to do? I won''t teach you anymore?"


    Mr. Zhuang was lying on the bamboo chair, lit his fingers with his hands on his armrest, "I still have to teach you. If I become my disciple, I cannot just learn this thing even if I am not taught by myself. Otherwise, let others know that it will not only damage my face, but also insult my master."


    Mr. Kuai said, "You wouldn''t care about these false names before."


    "As old, people are shameless."


    Old Kuai looked at the lazy Mr. Zhuang, "I don''t think so."


    Mr. Zhuang ignored Mr. Kuang and closed his eyes after saying that, as if he was pondering, or as if he was dozing off.


    Old Kuang plays chess as always.


    The night is getting darker, the evening breeze blows across the mountains, and the trees rustle.


    Mr. Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the mountains and forests under the night, and murmured in a low voice:


    "When a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it... Then, if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will not destroy it."


    Mr. Kuang looked at him with a little confusion, and Mr. Zhuang''s eyes rose and fell with the trees in the mountains, saying meaningfully: "If you hide trees in the forest, you will not be alone in the forest."


    Puppet old frowned.


    Mr. Zhuang''s eyes glanced past the mountains and forests and fell in front of the courtyard.


    Every morning, the Bai brothers and sisters would go up the mountain to visit.


    Those two children have excellent talent and are the best forest.


    The next morning, the Bai brothers and sisters still visited the mountain. Unlike in the past, when they bowed to the door, the bamboo door that was usually closed suddenly opened.


    At the same time, a plaque "Sitting forgot to live" appeared in front of the door.


    Behind the door is a courtyard, with locust trees supporting the sky, small bridges and flowing water, clouds and mist, and full of fairy air.


    Bai Zisheng said blankly:


    "Aunt Xue... The gate of the yard is open. Is Mr. Zhuang willing to see us?"


    Aunt Xue, who has always been calm, also had a fluctuation in her mood for a while, "It should be."


    Then she thought silently in her heart:


    "It''s good if Mr. Zhuang is willing to see us. Even if he doesn''t accept the young master and the lady as his disciples at this time, he can at least serve him first. With the talent of the young master and the lady, Mr. Zhuang will agree sooner or later."


    Bai Zisheng looked a little nervous. He looked at his sister on the side and found that Bai Zixi''s delicate face was as cold as ever, without any extra emotions.


    A hint of heartache flashed in Bai Zisheng''s eyes, and then silently blocked his sister behind him and walked into the yard.


    Thank you for the reward for electroplating eyelids~


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    (This chapter ends)