Chapter 367 Junior Brother


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi returned to the mansion and told Aunt Xue about Mr. Zhuang''s agreement to accept disciples.


    Aunt Xue was naturally overjoyed.


    She took Zisheng and Zixi and his sisters to study as their teacher and endured a lot of hard work. At this time, she finally got what she wanted and had an explanation to her wife.


    After just being happy, she still wondered:


    "Why did Mr. Zhuang not accept it before, but now he suddenly changed his mind and agreed to accept the disciple?"


    Bai Zisheng scratched his head. He had never thought about it, nor could he understand it. He could not guess Mr. Zhuang''s thoughts.


    On the contrary, Bai Zixi thought about it and said slowly:


    "Maybe it''s because of...ink painting?"


    Aunt Xue was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "Why?"


    Bai Zixi said lightly: "Because the sir values ??him very much."


    "Do you value it?"


    Aunt Xue doesn’t quite understand.


    The ink painting formation is of good talent and very likable, but it shouldn’t be considered by Mr. Zhuang.


    After all, the qualifications of the spiritual roots and physical body are equally important, and the two things about ink painting are really a bit "unpleasant"...


    Aunt Xue thought of a tactful remark.


    In fact, in the Bai family, there are many spiritual roots above the top grade, and spiritual roots of the middle grade, even if they are on the side branches, are considered to be inequality.


    Bai Zixi nodded and said, "I value it very much."


    Aunt Xue was still a little puzzled, "Because of the formation? This kid Mo Hua, the formation is indeed very good..."


    "Not very good," Bai Zixi shook her head, "It''s very, very good!"


    Aunt Xue was stunned, "Very very, very good?"


    This was the first time she heard this exaggeration from Bai Zixi.


    Bai Zixi never praises others because she has excellent talent, high understanding, and extremely hard-working practice. She is an excellent seedling of Taoism, and of course she looks very beautiful.


    It’s like a natural perfect jade, flawless.


    None of the Bai family''s peers can compare to her, whether in practice or formations.


    Some Bai family members, both men and women, even felt ashamed of themselves when they saw her and did not dare to say loudly.


    Bai Zixi is a little cold-hearted and has few friends in the clan and he almost never praises others because no one is worthy of her praise.


    But now, she praised the formation of the ink painting as "very, very good"...


    Aunt Xue realized that she might have overlooked something, but she was still a little uncertain: "Is it really that good?"


    Bai Zisheng said, "Aunt Xue, do you know the formation that kills the big demon?"


    Aunt Xue nodded, "Isn''t that Mr. Zhuang''s work?"


    Bai Zisheng shook his head, "That was painted by Mo."


    Aunt Xue said with a gloomy look: "How is it possible? How old is he?"


    Aunt Xue comes from the Bai family and has never cared about things like Tongxian City.


    But she didn''t expect that Tongxian City would suffer repeated changes and even a big monster appeared.


    When a big monster appears, someone will inevitably cause trouble, otherwise such a disaster would not have happened in a small fairy city.


    If Mr. Zhuang hadn''t been there, she would have left with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi long ago.


    A great demon in a world is not an enemy of a monk.


    But what happened next still shocked her.


    Tongxian City built a large formation, destroyed the large formation, killed the big demon, and even caused the thunder tribulation.


    These scenes are the only ones she has seen in her life.


    But because Mr. Zhuang is there, she takes it for granted.


    These things must be done by Mr. Zhuang.


    Aunt Xue was worried at first when Mo Hua encountered thunder, but later she thought about it, but she wasn''t that worried.


    Since it was Mr. Zhuang''s plan, Mo Hua will definitely be fine if he acts according to Mr. Zhuang''s instructions.


    As for why ink painting is needed to do such a dangerous thing...


    Aunt Xue guessed that Mr. Zhuang didn’t want to come forward.


    Mo Hua is his disciple, a local monk in Tongxian City, and is also proficient in formations. It is very appropriate for him to do these things.


    But now, she found that she might have thought it wrong from the beginning.


    Ink painting can no longer be called "proficient" formation...


    The first-grade main formation master is already a master-level formation, not to mention that he is still so young.


    "Is the formation really painted in ink?" Aunt Xue still couldn''t believe it.


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both nodded.


    Aunt Xue was a little lost and the more she thought about it, the more she felt it became incredible.


    Thirteen years old, first-grade formation...


    Aunt Xue couldn''t help but sigh:


    "No wonder Mr. Zhuang valued him so much."


    Bai Zixi''s eyes moved slightly.


    She vaguely felt that the teacher valued ink painting, not entirely because of the formation.


    The gentleman is willing to give good ink painting and attach great importance to ink painting. This is the consensus between Bai Zixi and his sister.


    She didn''t understand this at first.


    Later, I learned the formation of ink painting faster and faster, and my talent was revealed more and more terrifying...


    At first she could teach Mo Hua, and later she could share her experience in the formation with Mo Hua. Later, she could not understand the formation of Mo Hua and the spiritual sense method she knew.


    Bai Zixi is the direct descendant of the Bai family and has seen countless classics of the Bai family since childhood. Even if you don’t know some things, you won’t be completely unaware of them.


    But the formations mastered by Mo Hua and some other formations were not learned, she had never heard of them even after hearing them, and she had never seen any records in the Bai family''s Sutra Library.


    These obscure things must have been taught by Mr. Zhuang and are extremely precious inheritance.


    Moreover, Mr. Zhuang''s attitude towards the three disciples seems to be the same, but it is obviously biased.


    Mr. Zhuang’s bamboo room, if you want to go to ink painting, you can go there, just like at your own home.


    Even if Mr. Zhuang is not available, he can sit on the threshold, read books casually, or go to the pond to fry fish.


    Both Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Kuang have almost "indulgent" kindness towards ink painting.


    She heard her mother talk about Mr. Zhuang’s past.


    Mr. Zhuang is talented and has a rebellious mind. He has never been such a kind person.


    I have never treated a disciple like this, and I am just a registered disciple...


    Aunt Xue also knows what Zixi means.


    Mr. Zhuang will not change his mind for no reason.


    It must be what Ink Painting said, what it did, or what Mr. Zhuang considered for Ink Painting.


    Mr. Zhuang then changed his mind and first accepted them as registered disciples, and now he accepted them as personal disciples.


    Aunt Xue sighed.


    Unexpectedly, their Bai family received great favors from the child Mo Hua.


    If it weren''t for ink painting, they might not have been able to see Mr. Zhuang, and they might not have been able to become Mr. Zhuang''s registered disciples.


    Nowadays, I may not be able to become a teacher.


    Aunt Xue said to Zisheng and Zixi:


    "You all take Mr. Zhuang as your teacher, and you will be the same school in the future. Since you are the same school and have the same spirit, you should take care of the ink paintings."


    Bai Zisheng patted his chest and promised, "Aunt Xue, don''t worry, I will cover him in the future!"


    Bai Zixi also nodded slightly, and his eyes gradually brightened.


    …


    A few days later, Mr. Zhuang chose a good day and held a simple apprenticeship ceremony.


    Why is it a good day, Mr. Zhuang didn’t say anything.


    Mo Hua turned over the calendar, but didn’t realize how good the days were.


    It probably depends on Mr. Zhuang’s mood.


    The ceremony is indeed simple.


    It is to burn incense, worship the heaven, serve tea, and then respect the teacher and be courteous.


    The incense burns to worship the heaven.


    According to Mr. Zhuang, the formation master seeks the way of heaven, only worships heaven, not gods, nor people.


    The three children of Mo Hua attracted incense and bowed three times to the sky, and then they were finished.


    After that, the three of them served tea to Mr. Zhuang in turn, and then they could change their words and call him "Master".


    Recorded disciples can only be called "Mr.", and only disciples who are personally passed down can be called "Master".


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both shouted "Master".


    Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.


    Mo Hua also shouted "Master" with Kaiqingxin.


    Mr. Zhuang also nodded slightly, but his eyes flashed, but there was a different emotion.


    After burning incense, worshiping the sky, serving tea, he changed his words and called Master.


    Even the three of Mo Hua are real classmates.


    But since you are a fellow disciple, you have to rank seniority.


    The three of them started arguing.


    "I am the oldest, so I should be my senior brother!" Bai Zisheng said with great sarcasm.


    "There are some orders for learning Taoism. I was the first to get started, and I am the senior brother!" Mo Hua snorted.


    Bai Zixi''s expression was faint, but she also had her own persistence:


    "I want to be my senior sister!"


    "Anyway, I''m my senior brother."


    "You are the junior brother, I am the senior brother..."


    “I am senior sister…”


    …


    In the end, no one could convince anyone, and all three pairs of smart big eyes looked at Mr. Zhuang.


    Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned and his mind moved slightly, so he said to Mo Hua:


    "You are young and have suffered some grievances. Be your junior brother."


    Mo Hua was very disappointed, but since Mr. Zhuang had spoken, he naturally wanted to listen, so he said, "Okay, sir."


    Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Do you still call me sir?"


    Mo Hua reacted and shouted with a smile:


    “Master!”


    Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, his eyes full of smiles.


    In this way, the three registered disciples under the big locust tree also joined Mr. Zhuang''s disciples and became personal disciples.


    There are a pair of senior brothers and sisters from a noble family, with dragon and phoenix figures, and amazing talents.


    There is also a junior brother with a small background, low spiritual roots, and looks like he is "making up numbers".


    (This chapter ends)