Chapter 53 Disciple


    Bai Zisheng felt a little guilty, and then a little annoyed. He felt that he was weaker, so he raised his chest and raised his head, staring at Mo Hua.


    "They probably have another purpose for their apprenticeship..."


    Mo Hua said silently in his heart, then ignored Bai Zisheng and read the "First Explanation of the Five Elements Formation" for enlightenment.


    Today he has to finish reading this book, and then he has some questions. He has to ask Mr. Zhuang in the evening. If he continues to chat, he will not finish reading it.


    Bai Zisheng was bored and didn''t know what to do when he first arrived, so he held the spirit stone aside with Bai Zixi and meditated and practiced.


    When they were practicing, their spiritual power appeared light blue. Judging from the thickness of their spiritual power, the two should have been in the late stage of Qi refining.


    Ink painting was shocked. It turns out that the foundation of the aristocratic family is different from that of ordinary monks. Although the two are only two or three years older than Ink painting, their cultivation is already four or five small realms higher than Ink painting.


    And looking at Bai Zisheng''s words just now, the two of them have very high talent and level in formation.


    Mo Hua said intimately: "There are people outside of people and there is heaven beyond the sky. You should not be proud of yourself, but you should not be discouraged. Just practice and learn the formation steadily."


    Ink painting quickly calmed down and still focused on reading the array book.


    A cool breeze broke out in the mountains, blew away the leaves, blew the pool water, and rippled, and then everything returned to peace.


    Mr. Zhuang’s courtyard originally had only one disciple, but now there are three.


    Ink painting has also become the one among the three registered disciples with the lowest cultivation level, the worst qualifications, and the most inconspicuous ones.


    After reading the "First Explanation of the Five Elements Formation", I asked Mr. Zhuang about the questions. It was almost evening and the sunset was covered with the mountains. It was time to go home.


    Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang, and said goodbye to the Bai brothers and sisters at the intersection. He then carried a storage bag and walked down the mountain in the rays of the mountain road.


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were walking on another mountain road. Bai Zisheng couldn''t help asking:


    "Aunt Xue, can you tell what kind of spiritual roots in the ink painting are?"


    Aunt Xue hesitated for a moment and said, "Looking at the fluctuations of his spiritual power, it should be the spiritual root of the Little Five Elements. Her spiritual power is meager, her quality is moderate, and she seems to have not officially learned the martial arts."


    "The ordinary little five elements spiritual roots have a middle and lower quality, and I read the array book for enlightenment..."


    Bai Zisheng muttered and said, "Mr. Zhuang is willing to accept it as a registered disciple with my sister and I. For the sake of my mother''s face, what kind of virtue is that boy named Mo Hua? How can Mr. Zhuang be accepted as a registered disciple?"


    Aunt Xue frowned slightly, remembering Mo Hua''s words and deeds, and said:


    "Mr. Zhuang acts in a nonsense, and accepting disciples may not only depend on qualifications..."


    Aunt Xue explained again: "Besides, the practice of Taoism is long, so you can''t just look at the speed of the moment. The child Mo Hua should be just a casual cultivator. Different from aristocratic families, they have no inheritance and a meager foundation. Whether it is cultivation or formation, they start very late and make progress very slowly. The progress cannot be compared with the children of aristocratic families."


    Bai Zisheng said: "Is there really that big gap between casual cultivators and aristocratic families?"


    "The gap is not just a big one, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a world of difference."


    Aunt Xue sighed and said:


    "Any inconspicuous martial arts or formation inheritance of aristocratic families can be regarded as a family heirloom treasure when put into the hands of casual cultivators. The classics that our Bai family enlightens their children may not be able to see in their lifetime."


    Bai Zisheng was secretly shocked.


    Aunt Xue immediately reminded: "No matter how Mo Hua comes from, you are half of your classmates now. You should not be disrespectful or dislike him. You should also be a bit sensible in your conversation, otherwise you may make Mr. Zhuang dislike him."


    "I understand, Aunt Xue." Bai Zisheng responded with a comprehension.


    The next day, the Bai brothers and sisters went up the mountain at the hour of the year and studied with Mo Hua at Mr. Zhuang.


    Old Kuo put two stone tables under the big locust tree, and these two stone tables were next to the small table in Mo Hua.


    The three children practiced and studied separately, and went to Mr. Zhuang''s place to ask for answers in the evening.


    The Bai brothers and sisters are all a little higher than ink paintings in terms of cultivation and formation knowledge. Many of the ink paintings they asked cannot understand very well, but Mr. Zhuang often just a few words to make sense.


    Although the ink painting is not thorough, it also benefits a lot from subtle influence.


    When Mo Hua thought about this, it was a good thing for Mr. Zhuang to accept the Bai brothers and sisters as registered disciples. Otherwise, there would be many questions that he had never contacted before and could not even ask.


    Now someone asks Mo Hua, and Mr. Zhuang answers. Just listen carefully.


    In this way, the three of them became Mr. Zhuang’s registered disciples. Their daily life was to practice and draw formations, and then ask Mr. Zhuang to answer questions, and then go home. The three of them don’t talk much on weekdays. They concentrate on their minds when reading books and have no time to chat.


    Bai Zisheng was a little arrogant. If Mo Hua didn''t talk to him, he naturally wouldn''t talk to Mo Hua. Bai Zixi was a little cold-hearted and didn''t like to talk too much.


    This kind of days lasted for a month until one evening when Dahu and the other two found Mo Hua, saying that the Lotus Festival was coming, and called Mo Hua to go shopping and see the fun.


    Lotus Festival is a small festival, but it is quite lively.


    It is said that it is a festival set to commemorate a meritorious monk in Tongxian City. Incense is burned at this time of year, the nine-curved lotus lanterns are lit, and the memorial service is sent from afar.


    The Form painted the formation for a day, his spiritual consciousness was exhausted, and he used meditation twice. It was not suitable to use it anymore. There was nothing else, so he went out with three friends to watch the fun.


    When I passed by the far left side of the neighborhood, I found a new cave built in front of me. It was remote and occupied a large area. It seemed that I bought several consecutive houses in the neighborhood and rebuilt them after demolition.


    The gate of the cave house has no plaque, and it is made of blue-gray bricks and stones. It looks low-key, but it still stands out in the short houses of a group of casual cultivators.


    Mo Hua said in confusion: "When is there an extra cave here?"


    Xiaohu said, "You haven''t visited here for a long time, so I don''t know that this cave has been built for a month."


    Xiaohu looked at the towering cave wall and sighed, "How many spirit stones do you need to build this cave?"


    "You have to do it anyway." Dahu turned his fingers and didn''t figure it out clearly. Finally, he scratched his head, "Thousands of spirit stones..."


    "It''s estimated that it''s tens of thousands..."


    "Ten thousand spirit stones... I can''t save so much in my life..."


    "Can you have some ambition?"


    "You have ambition, can you save it?"


    Shuanghu said, "I said I should have ambition, but I didn''t say that I must be able to save up spirit stones. Most of those who are determined to become immortals are still gone if they have not become immortals..."


    Big Hu and Xiao Hu nodded together, feeling reasonable.


    Shuanghu said curiously again, "This place is so remote, far away from the market, and all living in ordinary casual cultivators. Who can build such a big cave here? Do you think the spirit stones are so good?"


    "Isn''t it just that there are so many spirit stones? I want to have so many spirit stones and build such a large cave."


    "Who do you think the owner of this cave is?" Shuanghu turned to Mo Hua and said, "Mo Hua, do you know?"


    Mo Hua shook her head, "How could I know?"


    Before the three of them finished speaking, the gate of the cave opened.


    A handsome boy, a girl with a jade-carved girl, and a slim female cultivator with a veil.


    Mo Hua recognized it at a glance, and it was the Bai brother and sister and Aunt Xue.


    The Bai brothers and sisters also saw Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng was stunned for a moment: "Mo Hua?"


    Dahu and the other two looked at Mohua in unison, and Mohua was stunned. He did not expect that the owner of the cave was actually the brother and sister of the Bai family.


    Bai Zisheng’s Q&A: “Why are you here?”


    Mo Hua said: "Where am I shopping?"


    "shop?"


    Bai Zisheng seemed to have heard this word for the first time, and he couldn''t help but jump, and then looked at Aunt Xue with his eyes.


    Bai Zixi''s eyes were also slightly brighter, and her eyes were like autumn water looking at Aunt Xue.


    (This chapter ends)