Chapter 399 Journey Year


    On the mountain road, Dabai pulled the carriage and walked towards Mr. Zhuang''s established destination without any speed.


    According to Mr. Zhuang, the place he was going to was a sect with whom he had an old friend.


    Mo Hua asked what sect it is.


    Mr. Zhuang kept silent and knew it when he said it.


    Ink painting didn’t ask anymore.


    Along the way, Mr. Zhuang also asked Mo Hua to pay attention and use his spiritual sense to calculate, and look for traces of the formation.


    Along the way, Mo Hua did sense the aura of some formations, and used his spiritual sense to calculate the formation patterns of the formations, and gave them to Mr. Zhuang for a look.


    Mr. Zhuang would mostly nod.


    Occasionally, some mistakes will be pointed out to make the ink painting pay attention to it.


    Some of these mistakes are because of insufficient experience in the ink painting formation and incorrect calculation of the formation hub pattern;


    Some of them were careless and missed a few array patterns;


    There are some other reasons, because the method of decomposition is wrong, so the spiritual trajectory of the formation goes apart...


    Mo Hua took these questions one by one in her heart and repeatedly pondered them, trying not to commit them again next time.


    In this way, while rushing, you can perceive, calculate, and verify.


    Thanks to this, the spiritual sense of ink painting has become more and more mature.


    Unfortunately, although the formations calculated by Yan are not rare, most of them are not rare.


    The number of array patterns is still only between seven and nine patterns.


    There is no second-grade formation.


    In the second-grade state realm, only first-grade formations are generally used.


    Second-grade formations consume a lot of spirit stones, and most family sects within the second-grade cannot be used.


    Most formation masters who can draw second-grade formations will not stay in the second-grade state realm.


    In addition, there is no ultimate formation that ink painting is looking for.


    At first, I thought I missed it.


    But Mr. Zhuang didn''t let everyone stop, so there should be no one.


    Mr. Zhuang cannot miss it.


    I thought about it and felt it was right.


    If there are endless formations everywhere, then there will be a lot of streets.


    How can the formation on the street be called "absolute formation"?


    And ink painting has learned to form thick soil.


    The thick earth formation is the eleven-patterned array.


    The spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua is now also has eleven patterns, which can be used to temper the spiritual consciousness with the help of the thick earth formation.


    The carriage stops and rests halfway.


    Mo Hua would run out of the car, let go of his spiritual sense first, find some fresh tender grass, and feed it to Dabai.


    Then while watching Dabai eat grass, he practiced the thick soil formation on the ground.


    This is the only way to practice the thick earth formation.


    Ink painting uses the Taoist stele to visualize the Taoist stele of the earth, making the Taoist stele overload, and has not recovered yet.


    Ink painting thought it was broken.


    Fortunately, after observing for a few days, I found that the Taoist stele was just grayer, and the surface of the stele was still empty and there was no other abnormality.


    The breath of the Taoist monument is gradually recovering, and it seems that it will be better after a while.


    Ink painting then felt relieved.


    But in a short period of time, it is impossible to practice formations with the help of the Taoist monument.


    And the thick soil array cannot be drawn on paper.


    Ink painting can only wait for a break, find a piece of land, squat on the ground to draw a formation.


    Practice the formation, understand the Taoist aggregate, and enhance spiritual consciousness.


    Every time a thick earth array was drawn on the ground, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual consciousness was in line with the earth, and his understanding of the great Taoist aggregate was also profound.


    With this wonderful experience, the growth of the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is not slow.


    But there is still some distance away from the twelve-patterned spiritual consciousness.


    …


    Everyone sat in the carriage this day.


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were reviewing the formations taught by Mr. Zhuang.


    Even the formation that cannot be learned even ink painting.


    Mo Hua was a little curious, but he was reluctant to look at it.


    Mr. Zhuang must consider his actions. This may involve some cause and effect that he cannot touch on.


    When Mo Hua himself, he looked at the array book and practiced the derivation of spiritual consciousness.


    Mr. Zhuang was closing his eyes and resting.


    After a while, Mr. Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and said:


    “It’s the New Year.”


    The three disciples were all stunned.


    The ink painting calculates the time, it seems that today is indeed New Year’s Eve.


    In the past, he was in Tongxian City. During the New Year Festival, red lanterns were hung on the streets, and the market was filled with a wide range of goods, people came and went, and every family was filled with the fragrance of food...


    But now there is no village in front and no shop in back.


    There is only a remote mountain road, with cliffs on both sides and weeds on the roadside.


    Thinking of Tongxian City, Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.


    "I wonder how everyone in Tongxian City is doing?"


    "Are you celebrating the New Year in a lively manner again?"


    "And my parents, are you healthy and safe?"


    "I don''t know if they miss me..."


    Mo Hua muttered silently in her heart, a little homesick and a little depressed.


    Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting, with a little pity, and said:


    "When you go out, everything is simple. But since it is the New Year, you still have to spend it simply."


    Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Do we want to pass it too?"


    "Yes." Mr. Zhuang nodded gently.


    "But...we have nothing." Mo Hua murmured.


    "If you want anything, just look for Puppet Lao." Mr. Zhuang said.


    Mo Hua was stunned and looked back at Pu Lao.


    Old Kuai also nodded, "You have everything you want."


    Ink painting immediately became happy.


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were also excited.


    The eyes of the three children are all shiny.


    As if he was infected by emotions, Mr. Zhuang couldn''t help but smile on the corner of his mouth.


    …


    So everyone, of course, started preparing for the ink painting.


    He counted his fingers to the old man:


    "Grandpa Puppet, I want lanterns and firecrackers, I have surplus every year, I have to have fish, I have to rise step by step, I have to have cake..."


    Old Puppet nodded and said, "You can wait a moment."


    Then in front of the ink painting, the person disappeared.


    In half an hour, Puppet Old Man appeared without realizing it and threw several storage bags on the ground.


    When I looked at the ink painting, I found that I had mentioned everything I had.


    And many of them are new, and it seems that they were just bought from a fairy city where the festival was celebrated.


    "Thank you, Grandpa Puppet!"


    Mo Hua said with a smile.


    Old Puppet nodded and handed over another storage bag.


    The ink painting was slightly stunned and opened it and took a look.


    It is full of dried fruits such as pine nuts, hazelnuts, and torreya, but most of them are raw.


    "Fry some for me, I''ve finished eating the previous ones." Old Kuang whispered.


    Puppet old man drove the car every day, and was idle, just eating some pine nuts.


    So he had finished cooking some pine nuts for him before Mo Hua.


    Thinking that since it was the New Year, I simply rewarded myself.


    He ate too much Matsuko and wanted to change his taste, so he bought a lot of them.


    He has never eaten these Qi Refining Period things, and he doesn''t know what they are, but he thought about putting them together and selling them together, so he bought them all together.


    I just don’t know if I get a crack, the sound is crisp or not.


    Old Kuang looked at the ink painting with some expectation.


    Mo Hua smiled and nodded:


    "good!"


    So in the afternoon, everyone stopped rushing.


    The carriage was parked on the side of the road.


    Ink painting tied a big red lantern on the carriage, pasted a few words "Fu" and hung a big red flower around Dabai''s neck.


    Dabai is not very willing, but he can''t resist ink painting.


    After all, people are short-lived.


    It ate so much grass that Mo Hua fed.


    In addition, the ink painting also arranged firecrackers and fireworks arrays, and kept them for night time.


    Next, prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner.


    Ink painting first fry all the pine nuts and hazelnuts for the veteran Puppet.


    There are original flavors, and some are also added with various spices.


    Old Puppet took out a part and placed it on the table for everyone to eat, and the others were quietly stuffed into his sleeves.


    Then there is cooking.


    Some of the ingredients were bought by Kuu Lao, and some were given by Lingnong from Qianjia Town.


    Bai Zisheng looked around and said occasionally:


    "Ink painting, let''s make this and eat it, this one is delicious."


    "This one needs to be fried, don''t cook it."


    "This one needs to be spicy to taste good, add more..."


    Mr. Zhuang didn''t care so much, he could eat anything, but he still ordered a dish of "steamed sea bass" to prevent Bai Zisheng from ordering spicy dishes.


    Finally, it’s steamed pastries.


    There are rice cakes, and other types of pasta and snacks.


    Bai Zixi helped Mo Hua knead the dough. As she kneaded, she pinched the small dough.


    The fair little hands were pinching the white dough, not knowing what they were pinching.


    Mo Hua asked curiously:


    "Sister Sister, what are you pinching?"


    Bai Zixi held a strange little dough in the palm of his hand and said crisply:


    "rabbit!"


    Mo Hua was stunned.


    Bai Zixi frowned, "Don''t it look like it?"


    "Like..." Mo Hua said against her conscience.


    "Just a little... I''m a little fatter."


    The little rabbit has become fatter than a pig.


    Bai Zixi looked at the "little rabbit" in her hand again and said in confusion: "I''m not fat..."


    She thought it was quite cute.


    Mo Hua spent the whole afternoon and finally finished all the dishes.


    The morning glow has faded, and the night has gradually become thicker.


    Fireworks can be set off.


    Before putting it on, Mo Hua was a little worried, "I won''t be shocked by the monsters in the mountains..."


    Old Kuang looked around and said lightly: "No."


    Ink painting is relieved.


    The fireworks array is very simple, time is limited, and the ink painting is not too complicated.


    And this formation is directly drawn on the ground.


    This is the first time in the ink painting, in addition to the thick earth array, uses "ground" as the array medium.


    In the night, fireworks are shining brightly.


    Then the meal started.


    Everyone sat on the ground.


    The soft grass was covered with silk cloth and was filled with food.


    The dishes are rich and the skills of ink painting are also great.


    Mr. Zhuang eats the most comfortable, Bai Zisheng eats the most joyful, Bai Zixi eats the most elegant, and Kuang Lao keeps knocking on pine nuts and hazelnuts, eating the most exclusive.


    Under the cold moonlight, among the quiet mountains, there is a lively fireworks, noisy and warm.


    After eating and drinking, the ink painting no longer misses home.


    He lay on the grass, counting the stars in the sky.


    For ink painting, this is not the most lively year, but it is the first time I have accompanied my master, senior brother, senior sister and grandpa to celebrate the New Year.


    It''s quite lively.


    For Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, the New Year of the big family looks prosperous but the human relationship is deserted.


    Full of worldly style and rules.


    On the contrary, it is not as simple and lively as it is now.


    Bai Zisheng was also lying on the ground, chatting with Mo Hua in a mess, occasionally stuttering.


    Bai Zixi''s expression was calm and gentle, but she was wondering in her heart whether she was just pinching a rabbit?


    Why does it turn into a pig after steaming?


    Mr. Zhuang was surrounded by three disciples, feeling relieved and looked a moment of melancholy.


    This is probably the most lively year he has lived in his cold life for hundreds of years.


    ?Thank you, the Taoist brother o, the dazed shell beast on the roadside for the reward~


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    (This chapter ends)