Chapter 522 Nine Floor


    One hour later, Mo Hua saw Longquan Waterfall.


    Si River is cross-cut, and the green mountains and black cliffs are green.


    The turbulent river water is like white, hanging upside down, forming a waterfall, and being torn apart by mountains and rocks, scattering down like silk.


    Beautiful and spectacular.


    The three of Mo Hua were surprised to see it, and their three pairs of eyes were shining.


    Tongxian City is relatively dry, with more mountains and few rivers.


    I have never seen such a big waterfall in the ink painting.


    Although Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were born in aristocratic families, they were raised in the family when they were young and walked on the road when they went out, so they rarely saw such natural scenery.


    The waterfall splashed on the rocks, and the water droplets fell, making it as round as jade.


    The clouds and mist in the mountains and the mist of the waterfall condense into a hazy area, weaving the sunlight into a gorgeous color.


    The ink painting was fascinating, and suddenly I was a little confused:


    "Master, why is this waterfall called Longquan Waterfall?"


    It''s just a waterfall, neither dragon nor spring.


    And it doesn''t look like a dragon either.


    Mr. Zhuang''s eyes flashed across the waterfall and looked at the colorful mist, with a look of emotion:


    "There was once a sword hidden here. The sword was named Longquan, so the name of the waterfall is also called Longquan."


    “Longquan Sword…”


    Mo Hua recited silently and asked again, "Is it a good sword?"


    Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned, his eyes were obscure, and he murmured:


    "It''s a good sword, very suitable for its owner..."


    As if he remembered some past events, Mr. Zhuang''s eyes were a little sad, and there were also some indescribable regrets and regrets.


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and she immediately understood.


    There must be a story here!


    But he didn''t ask, even if he asked, his master would definitely not say it.


    “Longquan Sword…”


    Mo Hua silently remembered the name of the sword.


    …


    After passing Longquan Waterfall, the group continued to go south.


    It is still far from Dalishanzhou.


    The cultivation world is very large, and it is divided into nine provinces.


    Among the nine states, the territory of each state is very vast, and at a glance it is boundless.


    Within the nine states, state boundaries are divided according to grade.


    Each state has different mountains and rivers and scenery. The monks build cities based on the mountains, and their food and clothing have different characteristics, and their customs are also different.


    The ink paintings are seen while walking and looking at them, which broadens the horizons and gains a lot of insights.


    When you encounter some special ingredients, you will buy ink paintings. Please ask the local monks for their methods, and then try some for Mr. Zhuang and his seniors.


    Although they may not be delicious, they are indeed different in flavor and are very special.


    Guo Lao doesn’t like these meals.


    He only likes to eat nuts such as pine nuts and hazelnuts.


    Sometimes when I encounter it, I will buy ink paintings and stir-fry them for Pu Lao to eat.


    Or there are some ancient trees in the mountains, and unknown pine, seeds, or fruits have been produced on the trees. If they are not poisonous, they will pick some ink paintings and stir-fry them for Kuang to try.


    In return, Mr. Kuang often gives advice on the magic of ink painting:


    "Your fireball skills are well learned and used, but they are a bit complicated."


    Ink painting also has this question.


    The fireball technique he used in reality was dark red in color and showed a trace of coagulation.


    But his manifested fireball technique in the sea of ??consciousness was bright red in color, and his spiritual power was like silk, layered, like a ball of flames coiled together with spiritual silk.


    After Mo Hua explained to Mr. Kuai, he asked:


    "Grandpa Puppet, which direction should I choose to practice?"


    Is it the spiritual power deepening or the spiritual power transforming.


    Mr. Kuo shook his head and said:


    "When two choices are placed in front of you, don''t think about which one to choose first, but think about whether you can both."


    “If you can choose, choose everything.”


    "You can''t choose everything, and then make choices."


    "From the beginning, the monks who thought of choosing one of two were all elm-headed."


    Ink painting opened its mouth.


    He didn''t expect that the always serious Puppet Old Man would say such words.


    "What if there is no choice between two?" Mo Hua asked in a low voice.


    "Then you don''t have to spend time on this matter. Even if you think about things that cannot be chosen, it is meaningless. You are just a waste of time." said Mr. Kuang.


    Mo Hua nodded and agreed.


    Then he remembered something and frowned:


    "Grandpa Puppet, what if someone in the future will force me to make a dilemma?"


    Old Kuang said directly: "Then you kill that person!"


    Mo Hua was stunned.


    Old Kuai said again: "Kill that person, no one will force you to choose, you will have everything."


    "What if I can''t beat him, what if I can''t kill him?"


    "Then you can only blame yourself for being incompetent." Old Kuang said hoarsely, "In this case, you are forced to do anything. It doesn''t matter how you choose."


    Mo Hua nodded, "So you must be strong, so that you can choose what you want in the future..."


    After thinking about it carefully for a moment, I suddenly realized that it was a bit too far, so I talked about the spell again:


    "Grandpa Puppet, can I both have the two changes in the fireball technique?"


    Old Kuai nodded, "The fireball is deep red, which is the state of spiritual power. The fireball is a form of spiritual power. The two do not conflict, and they can both be needed, but..."


    Old Kuai looked at the ink painting, "It''s very difficult."


    Mo Hua asked, "How to do it?"


    Pu Lao hesitated for a moment. He didn''t want to say it at first, but after looking at the pine nut shells he had eaten all over the ground, he was a little short-speakable, and said:


    "It''s still a little early to learn now, but you can learn about it first."


    Ink painting immediately sat upright and listened carefully.


    But Mr. Kuang didn''t say anything, but took out a ball of cotton from nowhere.


    This ball of cotton wool is ordinary cotton wool.


    The old Puppet''s palm condenses, and the cotton wool is subjected to force, compresses it by itself, twists it together to form a cotton thread.


    The eyes of Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly bright, as if she was thinking.


    After the old man, he took out a ball of cotton wool and made it the same method. After compression, he twisted it together to form another cotton thread...


    It has been condensed into more than ten cotton threads.


    Old Puppet''s eyes turned cold and his spiritual sense moved.


    More than ten cotton threads were twisted and entangled in an instant, seemingly irregular, but they condensed together in a rhythmic manner, woven into a ball of thread.


    This thread is the same size as the cotton wool before.


    But the internal structure is completely different.


    Old Kuai looked at Mo Hua and asked, "Do you understand?"


    Mo Hua frowned and said the truth:


    "I understand...a little bit..."


    "It''s okay, just remember it."


    The puppet veteran raised his twirl and the newly-rubbed thread ball was instantly wiped out, without leaving any trace in his palm.


    “Complex spell principles are often hidden in the simplest and most common things.”


    "For example, this thread ball."


    "For example, the mountains and rivers in this world, clouds and rains, grass and trees..."


    Mo Hua nodded and said calmly:


    "Grandpa Puppet, I remember it, but I don''t understand it very much..."


    The corners of old Kuang''s mouth raised slightly, showing a smile that didn''t look like a smile, "It doesn''t matter, read more, learn more, think more, and you will understand the day."


    "Yes!" Mo Huazheng said with a tight head.


    Pu Lao thought for a while and said:


    "I will only demonstrate this magic technique once, so you can take a good look."


    Ink painting was refreshed.


    Puppet old man spread his palms and a fireball appeared, which showed a light red air. Then, as Puppet old man''s spiritual sense was pulled, his spiritual power compressed inward, condensed into a dark red fire thread.


    The fire threads contain amazing spiritual power and float in the air.


    Later, another fireball grew from Puppet Old''s palm.


    Then the fireball condenses into a fire thread.


    After more than ten rounds, there were no fireballs in Puppet’s palms, but more than ten crimson and amazingly scorching fire threads.


    Old Puppet''s eyes sank, and his mind moved.


    These fire threads are wrapped around and condense into a small fireball.


    This fireball technique is entangled with spiritual silk. It is more like a ball of spiritual power woven with flames as a thread.


    Multiple compression, spiritual power reconstruction.


    It seems to be a simple fireball technique, but it also exudes amazing pressure.


    The old man Kuang waved his hand and the fireball quickly flew out and fell into the surging river water beside him. A harsh strange sound suddenly rang out.


    As if cold water pours into oil, the river surface suddenly boils.


    Ink painting looked in the sound and opened her mouth wide in an instant.


    A big river, a huge lake, was evaporated by a small fireball technique.


    The surrounding water vapor forms clouds and mist, and the heat vapor evaporates.


    After a while, the river water flowed backwards.


    The sound of the surging tide sounded.


    The river water poured into the hollow, and a huge vortex formed on the originally calm surface of the river.


    The mood of ink painting is like this river, and it cannot be calm for a long time.


    The spiritual power that Kuo Lao used was only the first-grade fireball technique.


    But can a fireball technique produce such a huge lethality?


    Mo Hua looked shocked and full of admiration when she looked at the old man.


    Old Kuang was in a comfortable mood, but the expression on his face was still faint.


    He patted Mo Hua on the shoulder, "Remember, learn more and practice more."


    Mo Hua nodded in a daze.


    Old Puppet left with satisfaction.


    When he got to the side, Mr. Zhuang complained to him, "What did you teach him this thing?"


    "He can learn, why can''t I teach?"


    "He doesn''t even know what this is. You just teach him like this?"


    Old Puppet didn''t say anything, and said silently after a moment:


    "I''m afraid that if I don''t teach, I won''t have the chance to teach..."


    Old Kuai turned his head and looked at Mr. Zhuang again, "Don''t you think so too?"


    Mr. Zhuang was stunned when he heard this, and was silent for a long time, and sighed helplessly.


    …


    The ink painting looked excited.


    What a powerful fireball technique!


    This kind of power is completely beyond his cognition.


    Ink painting couldn''t wait to try it myself, but found that I couldn''t do it at all.


    The principle seems simple, spiritual power is like cotton wool. First condense the spiritual power into thin filaments, and then weave the spiritual thread into a ball of spiritual power...


    But in fact, that''s not the case at all.


    The spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is already very strong, with the peak of the thirteen-story foundation building pattern. After practicing the Tianyan Art and learning the spiritual pivot formation, the spiritual power control is not weak.


    But with such a strong spiritual sense and such meticulous control, even the same thing as condensed spiritual power into silk threads cannot be done.


    Ink painting is a little surprised and a little disappointed.


    But after thinking about it, I felt normal again.


    If such a powerful spell can be learned so easily, it is really a daydream.


    Mo Hua completely remembered every bit of the old spell cast in Puppet in his mind.


    Think about it when you have time, and hope that one day in the future, I can also use this terrifying fireball technique...


    The ink painting reveals expectations.


    Whether it is formation or spell.


    There is still a lot to learn.


    As long as you keep learning, one day you will be able to integrate all of these, master advanced formations, and control powerful magic.


    …


    Most of the journeys afterwards were safe and sound.


    Although I was traveling day and night, sleeping in the open air, it was not hard.


    Ink painting uses materials according to local conditions, and changes its patterns and makes various meals. His cooking skills are getting longer and longer, and the meals he makes are becoming more and more delicious.


    The carriage is leisurely and leisurely.


    Mr. Zhuang took a nap in the car, and the three of them were painting the ink, surrounded by a small table, drawing formations, reading books, or doing various homework for practicing Taoism.


    Occasionally stop and rest. If there is enough time, he will play a few chess games with Mr. Pu.


    The simple five elements chess game was played.


    The two of them had a lot of fun.


    Although Mr. Zhuang is not uncommon, he is still a little surprised. He did not expect that Mo Hua could really play chess with Mr. Puppet.


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi didn’t understand.


    Sometimes, when Mo Hua went to buy vegetables, go to Dabai, or find a formation, they also made a few moves with Mr. Pu.


    But without exception, they were all disliked by Pu Lao.


    Old Kuai thought Bai Zixi was too smart and was very thoughtful when playing the Five Elements Chess, so he didn''t give in to any of his sons.


    If you think Bai Zisheng, you think he is too reckless.


    It’s okay to eat every day, but when playing the Five Elements Chess, you only know how to "eat" and have no level of quality.


    Ink painting is better.


    When playing chess, it comes naturally.


    Neither deliberately spending time nor being greedy.


    Of course, it is mainly because these two people have "equal" chess skills, and they have no utilitarian victory or defeat, they are just for fun.


    Mo Hua plays chess with Puppet Old Man.


    Old Puppets will also carve some puppets for the ink painting.


    At the beginning, it was just a tiger of big and big. Later, the old Puppet pine nut coughed a lot and began to accept various requirements of ink painting.


    What are the wolves, insects, tigers and leopards, and strange monsters.


    When Mo Hua saw it, she pestered Puppet Old Man and carved one for him.


    After carving, the ink painting is painted on the Lingshu Formation.


    Then he can control a bunch of monster puppets, chasing, playing and fighting on the grass, novel and lively.


    Since I have carved it for ink, Puppet Old Man doesn’t want to favor one or the other.


    He also carved some puppets for Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.


    The one carved for Bai Zisheng was a blue dragon. Although it was mighty, it could not fly. Even if it was carved with the Lingshu Formation, it could only climb on the ground.


    Carved for Bai Zixi is a colorful phoenix.


    In addition to the Lingshu Formation, the phoenix''s wings were also painted on the colorful formation by ink painting.


    Once the feathers are opened, they will be like a peacock spreading their tails, colorful, sparkling with inspiration, and very gorgeous...


    Whenever he had free time, Bai Zisheng played with Mo Hua to fight beasts on the grass, controlling his blue dragon, and fighting against tigers and many monsters under Mo Hua''s "hands".


    Bai Zixi was standing aside, holding the gorgeous phoenix, looking at the fun-loving Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng, her eyes were as bright as autumn water, and she was holding a faint smile...


    …


    In this way, everyone walked along the way.


    Walking through the mountains, wading through the water, experiencing the rising and setting of the sun, watching the clouds roll and unfold.


    Along the way, I also encountered many people and things.


    Some are evil practitioners who do not open their eyes, evil practitioners who do not follow the right path.


    But most of them have low cultivation levels and are not strong in Taoism.


    Bai Zisheng is the only one shot for each man, and a man is the only one who is the pass.


    Mo Hua watched the show on the side, occasionally using water jail technique to control the field, and using fireball technique to make up for the final blow, which would make them beaten to the point of falling.


    In addition, most of them are poor and in distressed wandering cultivators.


    Like Tongxian City, Nanyue City, and other ordinary small fairy cities.


    Most of the life of casual cultivators is not easy.


    People standing on high places all see flowers.


    Only by truly stepping on the ground can you know that things in the world are so cold and people are suffering.


    The formation master should understand the way of heaven and benefit all life.


    In Mohua remembers these words. When encountering poor people and suffering, he will do his best to draw some formations to help them.


    Along the way, the horse''s hooves were leisurely.


    Half a year later, ink painting finally arrived at the third-grade Dalishanzhou.


    At this time, Mo Hua was fourteen years old. After years of cultivation, his cultivation level had reached the ninth level of Qi refining after years of cultivation.


    The foundation building is only one step away.


    ?I will take one day off tomorrow.


    ??I have been opening a book for seven months, and I haven’t asked for a day off and have not had much rest.


    So I reward myself for a day off~


    ??The main reason is that there is a lot of details, so I need to sort it out.


    ??The writing issues should also be summarized.


    By the way, you should also have a good sleep and adjust your mentality slightly.


    ??There are still many things to write, so you should not be in a hurry, but should persist for a long time and keep it flowing ~


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    (This chapter ends)