Chapter 104: The Way of the Way (Second Update)


    Mo Hua is indeed surrounded by casual cultivators with limited vision, but there are also many cultivators with extraordinary vision.


    Not to mention anything else, the gentleman who teaches the formation of the Mo Painting is definitely not an ordinary monk; the woman who is called "Aunt Xue" by Mo Painting and has a hazy veil, and she may have illusions, let alone other magics; there are also the two children who went shopping with him that day, who seemed to be Bai, and you can tell that his appearance and appearance are extraordinary; there is also his father Mo Shan, who has an average cultivation level, but he has been hunting monsters in the mountains for many years, and his vision and experience are not weak...


    Zhang Lan thought in his mind that if they knew that he had taught Mo Hua a big body technique, it would probably be Mo Hua who was despised.


    What can a child know when ink painting?


    Then the only one who can be despised is Zhang Lan.


    When Zhang Lan thought of the female cultivator wearing a veil and looking at her with contempt, she couldn''t accept it.


    No, you can’t lose this face!


    "This matter not only concerns my personal dignity, but also concerns the face of my Zhang family. People cannot think that my Zhang family is a family without any background in practicing Taoism." Zhang Lan made excuses for himself in his heart.


    "These body movements are very average, I will teach you something different." Zhang Lan said to Mo Hua.


    “Different?”


    "Yes, it''s different from ordinary body movements."


    Mo Hua was in a dilemma. His original intention was just to ask Zhang Lan to give me some advice and see if it was good to learn those spells. It would be best if everyone had heard of this spell and had learned it.


    Everyone has learned it, so this spell will definitely be practical, it will not be too bad, and the monks will not be idle and feel pain. Let’s learn a spell that you can’t use at all.


    Everyone has learned it, which shows that the spell is relatively stable and there will be no big mistakes. Even if Zhang Lan stops teaching it, if Mo Hua has any questions about spells, it is easy to ask someone for advice.


    But now that Zhang Lan wants to teach Mo Hua different points, Mo Hua feels a little troubled. If he needs some precious spiritual objects to practice this magic, he really can''t afford to practice...


    "What kind of expression do you have?" Zhang Lan couldn''t help but pat the table gently, "Why are you reluctant? I can''t teach you if you ask me to teach. You kid, don''t behave like a cheap guy!"


    "Aren''t I afraid of you, Uncle Zhang?" Mo Hua scratched his head, "Why don''t you find a way to teach me in this book?"


    Ink painting spreads out the "Collection of Qi Refining Spells". The above records are all common spells in the Qi Refining Period. They are familiar with the scattered cultivators at the bottom, so learn Mo Hua to be more at ease.


    "No! I can''t afford to lose this person!"


    Zhang Lan disagrees with nothing.


    Mo Hua didn''t understand, why would it be embarrassing to learn a spell...


    Zhang Lan felt a little nervous and gritted her teeth and said, "I will teach you how to move forward. This is my Zhang family''s unique skill!"


    Mo Hua hesitated for a long time and said weakly: "Is your family''s unique skills so valuable? Do you teach others so casually?"


    Zhang Lan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He grabbed Mo Hua''s collar and lifted him up with his spiritual power, "Follow me!"


    Liu Ruhua saw it on the side, but she knew that Zhang Lan was the Diansi of Daoting and had a good relationship with ink paintings and would not make things difficult for ink paintings, so she didn''t ask.


    Just said silently in his heart, Zhang Diansi is so adult, why is his temper similar to Mo Hua...


    Zhang Lan carried the collar of the ink painting and took him to the foot of a mountain outside Tongxian City.


    Here are lush trees, hidden and secluded, and few people come.


    Mo Hua felt that he was holding his feet away from the ground with his spiritual power, and then the sky turned around and the surrounding scenery retreated. After a while, he came to his senses and arrived outside Tongxian City.


    "Uncle Zhang, what did you take me here for?" Mo Hua couldn''t help asking.


    "Puncture me with this sword."


    Zhang Lan threw a handful of black lacquer inlaid with gold with ancient pine patterns to the ink painting at first glance.


    Mo Hua opened her mouth, "It''s not good to do this."


    "If you want to **** it."


    "What if I hurt you?" Mo Hua said worriedly. Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua speechlessly, making Mo Hua realize that he seemed to be overestimating himself a little.


    With Mo Hua''s cultivation, Zhang Lan stood still and asked him to stab him with a sword for a day, but he might not be able to hurt his hair.


    “Okay.”


    Zhang Lan is not afraid, what else is he afraid of?


    Mo Hua held the sword and was about to stab Zhang Lan, but after trying it, he said, "No."


    "Why can''t it work again?" Zhang Lan asked.


    "I can''t hold this sword..."


    Mo Hua whispered.


    What kind of sword is this used by Zhang Lan? Why is it so heavy? Is this really a sword that spiritual practitioners can use?


    Zhang Lan sighed and pointed up a little. Before Mo Hua could see what was going on, a piece of branch fell from the tree.


    "You use this branch."


    "Oh." Mo Hua nodded.


    He took the branch, held his breath and stabbed Zhang Lan through the branch. Of course, the power of ink painting can be almost ignored. Who made it not a physical practice for body refining?


    But the next scene made Mo Hua stunned.


    The branches of the ink painting pierced Zhang Lan''s body.


    Mo Hua was shocked and came to her senses, but found that there was no force feedback on the branches, and he actually didn''t stab anything. When I looked closely, I found that Zhang Lan''s figure in front of me gradually blurred, and then disappeared, and Zhang Lan appeared one step away.


    Although I don’t know what happened in the ink painting, I feel so amazing!


    “Is this the body technique?”


    Zhang Lan chuckled softly, and then his body was like water mist, and he accidentally dispersed. Many afterimages appeared around the ink painting. Not only could the eyes not tell the difference, but even the spiritual consciousness could not be locked.


    After a while, all the spiritual power dissipated, and Zhang Lan appeared in the same place again, as if he had not moved a single step.


    Ink painting was shocked.


    Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua''s appearance that she had never seen the world before, and felt comfortable all over, but the expression on her face was still faint.


    "You want to learn now, right?"


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but nodded.


    "This body method is called Shuibu, which is the unique skill of my Zhang family, and is generally not outlined. Shuibu is a body method used for spiritual cultivation. It can use spiritual power to control the body, and move around in a narrow square inch to avoid the attacks of monks. When you learn from the depths, you can even create afterimages to confuse others'' sight and disturb others'' spiritual consciousness..."


    The ink painting was so focused that it was heard, and then worried:


    "Then you teach me, isn''t it just a spread? The Zhang family won''t punish you. If this is the case, then let it go."


    "Is this bodywork not good?"


    "It''s good, but it can''t cause you trouble." Mo Hua said a little confused.


    Zhang Lan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don''t worry, since I dare to teach you, it will definitely be fine. Those old stubborn people in the clan will do nothing."


    At most, I will be detained for several months, and I will be detained for a few more days.


    Zhang Lan added silently in his heart, of course, if he had lost his identity like this, he would not say it.


    "Oh," Mo Hua nodded, and then asked, "If I learn, will your family kill me to silence me to ensure that the unique knowledge is not passed down..."


    Zhang Lan couldn''t help knocking Mo Hua''s forehead again, "What''s in your little head? How can you say all kinds of messy words?"


    (This chapter ends)