Chapter 59 Selection


    In the end, the martial arts technique was not selected. When the few people parted, the back of the Mohua was a little lonely.


    Bai Zixi saw it and suddenly said, "I''ll ask Aunt Xue to bring you some spiritual things."


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned. He didn''t expect that Bai Zixi, who was usually cold, was actually so kind-hearted. He couldn''t help but smile, but he still said:


    "No need, practice is a lifelong thing, and I can''t rely on others to practice for the rest of my life. What''s more, I can''t accept rewards without merit and can''t take other people''s things at will."


    Bai Zixi''s expression was faint, and she couldn''t tell whether she was happy or unhappy.


    After Mo Hua finished speaking, he said sincerely: "Thank you!"


    Ink painting is always grateful for the kindness of others.


    After the few people left, Mr. Zhuang, who was basking in the sun and basking in the moon, slowly got up and came to the remote study room that was a little dusty. He couldn''t help but mutter:


    "Old Puppet is too lazy. How long has it been since the study been cleaned?"


    A figure of Puppet suddenly appeared behind the empty man:


    "Since you don''t need it, what''s the difference between cleaning or not?"


    "How many times have I told you, don''t always be like this, and a good yard is made gloomy."


    Mr. Zhuang said dissatisfiedly, and then walked around the study, flipping through various books and jade slips. The study room, which was originally not tidy, was even more messy.


    "What are you looking for?"


    "I''ll find a few volumes of exercises." Mr. Zhuang said casually.


    "Who did you find for Mo Hua?"


    "good."


    "You have never cared about your apprentice so much before." Mr. Kuang''s tone was plain, but he was a little sarcastic.


    Mr. Zhuang picked a few jade slips, spread them on the table, sat down slowly and looked at them one by one:


    "In the past, I was determined to be loyal to the Tao, but now I have never had the opportunity to be with the Tao, so I naturally have some idleness and no need to do anything with the Tao."


    Old Puppet stopped talking, and the room suddenly became quiet.


    After a moment, Mr. Zhuang couldn''t help saying, "You can talk occasionally, otherwise the room would really feel gloomy."


    Old Kuai said coldly: "What do you want me to say?"


    Mr. Zhuang thought for a while and said, "What kind of exercises do you think are good for the child Mo Hua?"


    “It’s best not to choose.”


    “Why not choose?”


    "If you don''t interfere, you won''t get involved in cause and effect, and the child of Mohua can also be less trouble."


    Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "You believe in cause and effect, but I don''t believe in it. Even if there is cause and effect in this world, you can''t just hide it if you want to. Perhaps when I go to Lizhou and collect ink paintings as an apprentice, I will already touch the cause and effect. Once the secret of heaven moves, I can''t change it even if I want to."


    After saying that, Mr. Zhuang felt unlucky again and said to himself:


    "If a person loses his mind, his mentality will become old. This is the same as those old people who play tricks on the Tianquan Pavilion."


    Old Kuai said lightly: "I am the old guy who is fighting the game in Tianquan Pavilion."


    Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly, "You are still a little different." Then he changed the subject and asked, "How is "Liangyi Gong"?"


    “It’s too obscure.”


    “The Five Elements Biochemical Practice?”


    "His meridians can''t bear it."


    "Then the "Dao Xuan Jue"?"


    "I will be chased by Daoxuan Sect."


    …


    Mr. Zhuang picked it for a long time, but was rejected by Pu Lao Yi, so he simply asked:


    "Do you have any martial arts there? Let''s take a look?"


    "My exercises are not suitable."


    Mr. Zhuang sighed, "It''s such a troublesome thing to be bad in spirit. Why is this child of Mo Hua not a top-grade spirit root? It''s easier to choose some skills. For example, when I chose martial arts, I just chose the best one. Why should I be so picky?" Mr. Kuang rolled his eyes silently.


    "We must be different from others, middle-grade and lower-level, and five elements spiritual roots. The spiritual objects we need should not be too expensive..." Mr. Zhuang muttered.


    “That requirement is redundant…”


    Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said, "No, as my disciple, you must be different."


    "It''s just a registered disciple, not a personal disciple who has worshipped the master and served tea."


    "You don''t understand this," Mr. Zhuang looked unfathomable. "Only the registered disciples are so unique can I show my outstanding talent."


    Old Kuai said: "Didn''t you say that a master is arrogant by his strength, but a waste is arrogant by his words..."


    "Can you remember some good things I said?" Mr. Zhuang was unhappy.


    "You were arrogant back then and there were no good things in your mouth."


    Mr. Zhuang was a little disappointed and said, "The important thing is to do, let''s first choose the skills."


    Mr. Zhuang rummaged through the room again. He kept what was suitable, and threw away what was not suitable.


    Mr. Kuang followed Mr. Zhuang silently to clean up, and occasionally handed over a piece of jade slips or two. Mr. Zhuang glanced at him and felt a little disgusted, but he still stayed, just muttering:


    "Your taste in choosing martial arts is still so vulgar..."


    The next day, Mo painted the formation for a day. Just as he was about to go home in the evening, he saw Mr. Zhuang in the bamboo pavilion wave to him.


    Mo Hua walked over and saluted, and couldn''t help but wonder, "Sir, do you have anything to order?"


    Mr. Zhuang directly placed a large bag of mixed jade slips and classics in front of the ink painting, "You pick it."


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but open her mouth wide, "Sir..."


    "Since you call me sir, I can''t treat you too badly. The practice of martial arts is just a matter of raising hands."


    Mo Hua thought of Mr. Zhuang, who had always been lazy and could lie on a recliner for a day, looked at the large bag of martial arts in front of him that was obviously carefully selected, and felt warm. He stood up and bowed respectfully.


    "You choose it yourself, I will understand it for a while."


    Mr. Zhuang waved his hand, lay on the chair again, closed his eyes and took a nap.


    Ink painting tried not to disturb Mr. Zhuang, and gently looked through the piles of exercises in front of him.


    "The Art of Spiritual Change", "The Art of Sitting on the Tao", "The Sutra of the Two Rhymes of Heaven and Earth", "The Magical Art of Immortality"...


    These techniques are mysterious just by looking at the names, and the effects are even more extraordinary. Some can increase spiritual power, some can cultivate both spiritual bodies, and some can even reduce bottlenecks in cultivation. At the lowest, they can cultivate spiritual power of thirty cycles, and most of the names of the spiritual objects in the world required are quite familiar to the ink paintings.


    Everyone’s first-level vision of Qi refining in ink painting now seems familiar, which means that even if these spiritual objects are rare, they are definitely not rare treasures that are priceless or rare innate spiritual objects.


    It can be seen that Mr. Zhuang must have spent a lot of effort when choosing these exercises.


    Mo Hua silently remembers these feelings in her heart, and then concentrates on choosing the exercises.


    First, choose the cheapest one, which requires the least spiritual objects in the world; then find the one with the largest number of spiritual power that can cultivate spiritual power; then find the one with the most suitable attributes; then find the one with the most practical effect...


    I picked out the ink paintings over and over again, and finally chose a few more suitable ones, and then I felt worried again when I looked at them.


    The number of spiritual objects in heaven and earth required is the least, but it does not mean that you don’t want it. In fact, it requires more than a thousand spirit stones.


    The martial arts that I have seen in the past few days are some spiritual objects that often have tens of thousands of spirit stones. Compared with this, thousands of spirit stones are considered the cheapest.


    But Mo Hua suddenly realized that even if it was only a few thousand spirit stones, he could not afford it at all.


    Ink painting suddenly became a little waxed.


    At this time, the ink painting suddenly turned into a jade slip with a rough surface and an unusually ancient shape. Compared with various elegant or exquisite booklets and jade slips, it seemed out of place.


    Holding the ink painting in your hand, your spiritual sense is immersed, and the three simple big words "Tianyan Jue" are imprinted into your mind. After looking down for a while, I suddenly felt that the explanation of this technique seemed to be missing something.


    Mo Hua pondered for a moment before suddenly remembering that there was no note on the spiritual objects of heaven and earth needed for this book of martial arts.


    Does that mean that there is no need for extra heaven and earth spiritual objects to practice this technique?


    As soon as this idea appeared, it hit Mohua’s young mind, making Mohua so excited that it was difficult for him to control himself.


    (This chapter ends)