Chapter 375 Cloud Travel


    South of Tongxian City, on the mountain road outside Shangtai City, a carriage was walking leisurely.


    Thirteen-year-old Mo Hua sat in this carriage.


    In addition to ink painting, there are also Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Kuang, his junior brother Bai Zisheng and his junior sister Bai Zixi.


    Aunt Xue refused to let Mr. Zhuang agree, so she did not follow.


    This carriage belongs to the Bai family.


    The appearance looks ordinary, but it is extremely sturdy, not luxurious inside, but it is comfortable to sit and is quite spacious enough to accommodate five or six people.


    The three men in the ink painting are still young and do not occupy space, so the space inside the car is more abundant.


    But you can only sit cross-legged, not lying down.


    Mr. Kuang was driving the car in front, Mr. Zhuang was drinking tea inside, and the three of them were lying on a small desk, doing the homework assigned by Mr. Zhuang.


    These homework is mainly based on formations, and there are some secrets of cultivation.


    Occasionally, if you walk for a long time, you will stop and rest.


    Mo Hua would run off the carriage, go to the nearby hills, and pull some grass to feed the horses.


    This horse is also from the Bai family, and it is a spiritual beast with a gentle temperament. Even if it encounters a monster, it will not be frightened.


    According to Bai Zisheng, although this horse looks ordinary and its hair is not particularly white, its bloodline is special, and there is also a very cool name, namely, what is cloud, what is dragon, what is horse...


    Mo Hua thought it was too difficult to pronounce, so she changed the horse''s name and called it "Dabai".


    Bai Zisheng was not satisfied with the name and felt that he was weak and had no power.


    But this horse seems to like it very much. Whenever the ink painting calls it "dabai", it will rub the ink painting with its head intimately.


    Mo Hua likes this big white horse more and more, so once he stops to rest, he thinks about finding food for Dabai, let go of his spiritual sense, pulls weeds everywhere, and feeds Dabai.


    Dabai is not picky about food, and he eats whatever Mohua feeds.


    It was almost noon at this time, and the old man parked the car and rested.


    The ink painting feeds Dabai. Looking back at the mountains, the sky is far away, and the road is far away, and it is far away from Tongxian City. I can''t help but sigh slightly.


    It has been more than half a month since he left.


    Ink paintings have gradually adapted to the life of traveling around the clouds.


    Different from what he thought before, traveling around is not a fairy-like atmosphere, traveling around, but sleeping in the wind and working hard.


    Fortunately, they have a big white horse to pull the cart, otherwise it would be even harder along the way.


    The monks in the Qi Refining Stage cannot fly and travel thousands of miles, so they can only walk with two feet.


    I haven’t seen a monk who can fly yet.


    It is probably because the state boundaries he lives in are all second-grade state boundaries, and the highest cultivation level is not just foundation building.


    Flying should be a abilities that only monks at the Golden Elixir Realm or even above the Golden Elixir Realm have.


    If they fly to the second-grade state realm, they are afraid that they will use their cultivation level. As soon as they ascend to heaven, they will be wiped out by the thunder in a flash and truly "ascend to heaven"...


    Flying...


    The ink painting was silently chanting, and I couldn''t help but longing. Will I be able to cultivate the golden elixir and fly to the sky and escape from the earth?


    Unfortunately, the golden elixir is still early, and he has not yet built a foundation.


    Ink paintings are a little emotional.


    As he thought about it, he was hungry.


    But when I thought about what I wanted to eat at noon, I couldn''t get interested.


    Most of the food they ate along the way was fasting pills.


    Fatting Pill is simple and convenient, and can be used by monks to satisfy their hunger, but eating it for a long time will inevitably be boring and have poor blood and energy.


    But since it’s cloud travel, there are not so many things to pay attention to.


    The bitterness of ink painting is still something I can eat.


    In addition to fasting pills, ink paintings actually have other foods.


    Before leaving, Liu Ruhua also made a lot of jerky meat and put it in a storage bag for him to carry it.


    But I don’t want to eat these ink paintings.


    It is true that when you vomit when you eat the fasting pill, you will take it out to eat it, or when you miss home, you will eat a piece.


    This was made by my mother. He was wandering outside and couldn''t go home. He ate one piece less and it was gone after eating...


    Mo Hua sighed.


    There is no village in front and no shop in the back.


    So for lunch, everyone ate fasting pills.


    Bai Zisheng was frowning.


    It is difficult to get from extravagant to frugality. If you are used to spicy beef, you can''t stand it if you eat fasting pills every day.


    Bai Zixi had no expression on her face, but she didn''t look very happy.


    Mr. Zhuang frowned and suddenly said:


    "Don''t you think about making something for yourself?"


    Mo Hua and the other three were stunned, and then they all looked at Old Puppet.


    Mr. Zhuang also looked at him.


    Normally, it seems that it is Mr. Puppet cooking.


    Old Kuo said calmly: "I don''t mind, as long as you don''t mind."


    Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng, Bai Zixi looked at each other, not understanding what they were going to mind.


    At noon the next day, Puppet brought a pot of meat and they understood.


    Just showing off is very interesting...


    Out of politeness, they took a bite and could no longer eat it.


    Mr. Zhuang also sighed:


    "What I ate before turned out to be this kind of thing..."


    Puppet old man gave him a blank look, "You have a good taste now. What does it have to do with me? It''s this taste anyway. Do you like it or not?"


    Mr. Zhuang naturally couldn''t eat it. He thought for a while and couldn''t help looking at the ink painting.


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi''s eyes lit up and they both looked at Mo Hua.


    Even Mr. Puppet was watching him.


    Mo Hua was stunned, "I don''t know much..."


    Mr. Zhuang touched his chin, "In theory, cooking skills are also inherited. Your mother''s diet is so good, you should not be bad." Mr. Zhuang encouraged.


    Mo Hua looked at everyone''s expectant eyes and had to bite the bullet and nodded.


    Later Mo Hua recalled her mother''s cooking techniques and tried to make a meat soup.


    Mr. Zhuang took a bite and nodded slightly.


    Bai Zixi tasted it and nodded slightly.


    Bai Zisheng finished eating and shook his head, "I''m still worse than Aunt Liu."


    "Then do you still eat so clean?"


    Bai Zisheng said honestly: "I''m hungry..."


    Although it is not particularly delicious, the short man is indeed the best meal for Mo Hua, so the cooking is unshirkable and the junior brother Mo Hua is the one who has no choice but to do so.


    Perhaps it has really inherited Liu Ruhua''s cooking skills, and she also learned to learn food very quickly.


    After a few days, I did it well.


    But it is difficult to match the crowd, and there are still a lot of problems.


    Mr. Zhuang''s blood is weak and he wants to eat lighter; Kuo always wants to eat crispy and chew it sounds; Bai Zisheng wants to eat spicy food, preferably meat; Bai Zixi wants to eat sweet food, preferably pastry...


    Ink painting scratched his head as he listened.


    Finally, he thought of a solution, which was to build a stove alone.


    He drew four formations and divided into four stoves.


    One is used for steaming, one is used for dry stir-frying, one is used for cooking, and the other is used for steaming desserts.


    When I drew the drawings and designed the formation, I stayed for a few days and spent some more spirit stones to find a weapon refiner to create the stove.


    After the creation, the weapon refiner said in confusion:


    "Little brother, I can build your stove, but no one can draw your formation for you."


    Ink painting doesn’t matter, “It’s okay, I’ll draw it myself.”


    So Mo Huazhen drew the formation in front of him.


    The weapon refiner was shocked.


    Until Mo Hua paid for the spirit stone, took the stove and left the refining industry, he didn''t recover...


    The formation on the stove was painted by ink, but the spirit stones created were just a prepaid, and Bai Zi won in the end.


    After the stove is built, ink painting will try to use one furnace and four uses.


    Made a plate of steamed fish.


    Fish are made of spiritual beasts, otherwise they cannot be steamed and cannot be steamed.


    Fry a pot of pine nuts.


    Pinezis are prepared for Mr. Puppet. Mr. Puppet likes to eat pine nuts and listen to the sound. You can’t eat rice, but you can’t eat pine nuts.


    Cook a pot of beef.


    This beef is a monster meat, which is very cheap, but it takes time to stew it, and uses many spices and has a strong spicy taste.


    A pot of pastries also steamed.


    Soft, glutinous, sweet...


    Not only Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, but also Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Kuang were shocked.


    Mr. Zhuang couldn''t help but wonder if teaching the ink painting formation himself hindered his development of dietary and cooking skills...


    Bai Zisheng still ate all his food, and then said regretfully: "I still can''t compare to Aunt Liu."


    Mo Hua couldn''t stand him anymore and snorted coldly:


    "Then do it yourself?"


    Bai Zisheng said shamelessly: "Do it!"


    He only felt that he had never eaten pork and had always seen pigs run away.


    Besides, he ate a lot of meat and had seen the process of cooking in Mohua. Such a thing should not be anything based on his understanding.


    So Bai Zisheng tried to cook a pot of meat by himself.


    As a result, the cooked meat was dry and tidy, untasteful, unable to chew, and had a fishy smell.


    Bai Zisheng took a bite and his little face wrinkled together.


    Bai Zixi was curious and tried to squeeze a dough, but it was not steamed, and it was soft like a ball of white mud...


    Both of them could only look at the ink paintings with their eyes.


    Mo Hua sighed and could only do it for them again.


    After a while, Bai Zisheng was so moved that he almost cried when he ate the dishes made by ink paintings, especially compared with what he made himself.


    Bai Zixi was stuttering in a small stutter, and her eyes were also bright.


    In this way, the carriage swayed and walked slowly, and before I knew it, another half month passed.


    During the day, they rushed to learn formations from Mr. Zhuang in the car.


    When it''s time for dinner, Mo Hua cooks.


    If you don’t encounter fairy cities, small towns, or some wild temples and small sects in the mountains at night, you will have to sleep in the open in the mountains.


    The carriage will naturally be left to Mr. Zhuang.


    Mr. Zhuang is the master of three people, and it is natural to respect teachers and respect the truth.


    Moreover, although Mr. Zhuang''s complexion improved a little after leaving Tongxian City, his breath was still a little weak.


    In Mo Hua also hopes that Mr. Zhuang can have a good rest.


    The three of them were sleeping outside.


    Before sleeping in the open, Mo Hua first inserts stone formations around and sets up warning formations to prevent encountering monsters or bandits.


    Later, with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, he covered a blanket and lay on the ground.


    This blanket is also owned by the Bai family, but it was painted by ink again.


    It can be heated and ventilated. It is warm and fluffy, and it will not be stuffy, and it is very comfortable to cover it.


    The night is low and the moon is cold.


    The three of them were wrapped in a blanket, like three little caterpillars, wearing moonlight, and sleeping quietly.


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    (This chapter ends)