Chapter 113 Spell


    On the way back, Elder Yu reminded his son:


    "Don''t tell others about the ink painting formation."


    Yu Chengyi was stunned, "Why?"


    "He is still young, has a low background, is very talented, and may be jealous of others, which may not be a good thing."


    "Oh." Yu Chengyi didn''t understand.


    "But it''s impossible to keep it hidden. If the child Mo Hua really has the talent for formation, it will not be able to hide it sooner or later." Yu Chengyi said again.


    "At least wait until he gets older and has the power to protect himself."


    Elder Yu''s eyes were relieved, but he was also a little worried.


    I hope this child can grow up safely...


    After finishing the iron armor formation, the ink painting earned the spirit stone, and the spiritual ink was vain and the gift from Elder Yu, I was very happy.


    The next day he went to find Bai Zisheng to verify the effect of the storm.


    Bai Zisheng was happy at first, then suddenly thought of something, lowered his head, and looked lost.


    "Aunt Xue has assigned me a lot of homework and I won''t let me talk with you anymore."


    Mo Hua was also stunned, "Then let''s have a conversation?"


    Bai Zisheng was a little embarrassed.


    "If you secretly compete, Aunt Xue won''t know."


    Bai Zisheng secretly glanced at his sister Bai Zixi sitting aside and said:


    "Aunt Xue asked Zixi to look at me and didn''t allow me to fight you."


    Bai Zixi, who was looking at the book elegantly and quietly, heard this, and his beautiful eyes moved slightly. He glanced at Bai Zisheng indifferently, and said in a gentle and beautiful voice:


    "I can''t tell Aunt Xue, but can you finish your homework?"


    Bai Zisheng couldn''t speak.


    Aunt Xue has assigned a lot of homework, including alchemy and weapon refining and Taoist theory. If you talk about ink painting, you will definitely not finish your homework.


    Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng sympathetically, "You should do your homework well, I have time to get some delicious food for you."


    Bai Zisheng was in a better mood.


    Mo Hua, who left the mountain residence, sighed.


    After finally learning the body skills, he was useless, which disappointed him.


    "Or why should I find another magic to learn while I have time?"


    Thinking of this, Mo Hua became excited again.


    Only by advancing can you attack and retreat can you defend. Only by advancing can you be considered a qualified spiritual practice.


    But...who can we find to learn spells?


    Ink painting is a little difficult again.


    He hasn''t seen Zhang Lan for many days. I don''t know what he is busy with. It''s probably because Dao Tingsi has something to do, so he can''t get rid of it.


    But even if Zhang Lan has time, he will not be able to find him.


    The wool cannot be tightly pulled.


    Learn to be a step forward and use it with a low profile. It is not appropriate to learn other people''s things.


    If Zhang Lan is on a whim and teaches him some unique skills in the town, the elder of the Zhang family will probably not let him go.


    Even if he doesn''t kill him to silence him, he will probably be taken to marry him into his wife.


    That ink painting will suffer a lot.


    But no one else can teach him spells...


    After thinking about it, Mo Hua still planned to ask Mr. Zhuang with shamelessness.


    The next day, Mo Hua brought some beef and snacks to Zisheng and Zixi, and some wine and meat to meet Mr. Zhuang.


    After asking a few questions about the formation, Mo Hua wanted to speak several times but stopped.


    Mr. Zhuang looked like he looked like a fairy-like Taoist priest, and could not sense blood and spiritual power. What if he was not good at Taoism and never fought with others?


    What should he do if he asks him these things with him?


    Ink painting was very considerate for Mr. Zhuang, so he didn''t ask in the end.


    When he came out, he met Pu Lao who was playing chess alone in the pavilion. Mo Hua gave Pu Lao a few boxes of pine nuts, and then accompanied Pu Lao to play two five-element chess games.


    Before leaving, Mr. Kuang asked, "Do you have any worries?"


    "How did you see it?" Mo Hua couldn''t help asking.


    "Your chess skills have regressed." said Mr. Pu.


    Ink painting opened its mouth.


    A simple chess like the Five Elements Chess, just keep it closed. If you want to retreat, you have no choice but to retreat...


    But when Mr. Kui reminded him, Mo Hua took the opportunity to ask in a low voice:


    "Grandpa Puppet, do you know magic?"


    Old Kuai hesitated for a moment and said, "I understand a little bit." Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, "Then can you teach me a little?"


    Old Puppet got up and left.


    Mo Hua thought Pu Lao was unwilling, but he didn''t expect that Pu Lao would take a few steps, looked back at Mo Hua and said:


    "Follow me."


    "Oh." Mo Hua hurriedly followed.


    The veteran Puppet brought ink painting to another piece of grass away from the big locust tree.


    The terrain here is empty, with green grass, surrounded by small bridges, ponds, and a bamboo forest rustling with the wind.


    "When learning magic, don''t just look at the power, the right one is the best." Mr. Kuang said.


    Mo Hua listened carefully and asked:


    "That grandpa Puppet, what kind of spell should I learn?"


    Mr. Kui thought for a while and said, "The strange and unpredictable magic, such as illusion, trick, and magic..."


    Ink painting lit up.


    “…You have poor spiritual roots and can’t learn it.”


    Ink painting: “…”


    "Spells with extremely powerful power, such as those of the Big Five Elements..."


    Ink painting was refreshed.


    “…You don’t have enough spiritual power, you can’t use it.”


    Mo Hua glanced at Pu Lao with some resentment.


    Old Kuang looked smiling, "But you have extraordinary spiritual consciousness, so you don''t need to learn these complicated ones, just learn the simplest magic."


    Old Kuang threw a thin book to the ink painting.


    When you open the ink painting, you will see three big words written on it:


    Fireball Technique.


    Mo Hua frowned and pondered for a moment, unable to help but ask, "Grandpa Puppet, is this fireball technique different from other fireball techniques?"


    Old Kuo shook his head, "Same."


    Mo Hua looked through a few times and found that the fireball technique recorded in the book of Kuang Lao was not much different from the "Fireball technique of the Basic Spell of Qi Refining Period" he had seen before.


    I felt a little disappointed in my heart.


    "Don''t you want to learn?" asked Mr. Kuang.


    Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and felt that Mr. Kuang was right. It was too complicated and difficult. The spells that required too much spiritual power were indeed not suitable for him.


    Besides, I didn’t think about learning any great magic. It’s best to learn from the basics, just be practical.


    Mr. Puppet is willing to teach him, but he is too late to be grateful, so he needs to be picky.


    Mo Hua shook her head and said sincerely:


    "I want to learn, Grandpa Puppet, please teach me."


    Old Kuang nodded in a slight way.


    "The key to spells are three points, spiritual consciousness, spiritual power and meridians."


    "Use spiritual consciousness to mobilize spiritual power, go along the meridians to specific acupoints, and form the circle of heaven, and then you can condense magic."


    "Body skills themselves are also a kind of magic. If you learn body skills, you should understand similar principles. It should not be difficult to learn fireball skills at this time..."


    …


    Old Kuang and Mo Hua said a few key points, remember Mo Hua one by one, and then activate spiritual power according to the mantras and meridian diagrams in the fireball technique.


    Fireball is very simple, and the route of spiritual power is much simpler than that of the sequel.


    After trying ink painting several times, I learned it.


    "You try it." said Mr. Kuang.


    Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated his mind, mobilized his spiritual power, activated meridians, formed the world, and then pointed at the pond not far away.


    A faint red spiritual power condensed at the fingertips of the ink painting, and then formed a ball of red gaseous flame. Then, as the ink painting''s spiritual consciousness pointed, it flew straight towards the pond.


    The fireball exploded on the water surface, shaking the pond water, smashing the aquatic plants, and alarming the fish at the bottom of the water.


    The water surface of the pond was rippling and messy.


    Now, tens of thousands of words are updated every day, so the updates are all small chapters.


    ??The number of words is not large, and it is cheaper.


    If I am too lazy to get the title later, I will have a bigger chapter~


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    (This chapter ends)