Chapter 628 Injury
But a moment later, another alchemist elder who was wearing a Taixu Taoist robe but with a elixir embroidered on his collar also came over. Seeing the ground charred and the wall patterned, he couldn''t help but take a breath.
Then, he saw the ink painting lying on the ground.
"Don''t stand there, save people first."
The two of them hurried forward to check Mo Hua''s injuries, and then they both breathed a sigh of relief.
The ink painting looked miserable and was very injured, but nothing serious.
Elder Alchemy took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and sprinkled it on the wound of Mohua to dissolve the remaining fire poison, clean the scorched blood, and stop the bleeding from the wound.
Then he took out another elixir and took it to Mohua.
Then he stroked Mo Hua''s chest with his hands, kept his luck, and used his thick and pure wood-based spiritual power to nourish Mo Hua''s meridians and treat his injuries...
After a period of time, Mo Hua''s pale face gradually became **** and his breath stabilized.
It’s just that his body is too weak, so his trauma is slow to recover and he can’t wake up for a while.
The elder of the alchemy master felt relieved, "It''s almost done..."
"Fortunately, I was only affected by a small amount of magical power..."
"If you have been in a half month of injury, it will be fine if you are conditioning. However, his hand is injured and his meridians are damaged. During this period, you cannot use spiritual power..."
The elder of the alchemy master was a little grateful and shook his head again:
"That''s right, my physical condition is really bad..."
"You are weak and weak, and you will get hurt if you knock on it. It is not easy to raise if you hurt..."
Elder Dan looked at the fainting Mo Hua and felt a little distressed. He turned his head and complained to the elder of Taoism and said:
"You are the elder of Taoism after all. You can teach him how to refine your body. You don''t expect to achieve anything. At least you strengthen your body. After being injured, you will recover faster..."
The elder of Daofa smiled bitterly, "How can I not know this?"
"But it''s not that simple. If he really could practice, I would have let him practice long ago..."
"Learn that little bit of fur, it''s useless to practice."
"You will be injured when you hit it, and you will die when you hit it. It is better to spend more time and learn your body skills well, so that you will not suffer any injuries..."
"What''s more, the martial arts of body refining are strong and powerful, so they are not so easy to learn."
"He has a poor foundation. If he practices too much, his body witheres and his blood and energy will rush backwards, and he will hurt himself..."
The elder of the alchemy shook his head when he heard this and said helplessly:
"Then I will refine a few furnaces of elixirs to nourish his blood and energy..."
Although it may not be very useful, it is better than nothing.
After the elder of the alchemy master finished speaking, he glanced at the elder of Taoism with sympathy, "Be careful, Mr. Xun will definitely cause trouble for you."
Elder Daofa’s scalp was numb.
"You said you''re fine, what should I do to teach this child the best magic?" The elder of the alchemy was puzzled.
“I didn’t teach…”
"Guess me or not?"
The elder of Daofa felt bitter, "I really didn''t teach..."
The elder of the alchemy was stunned. Seeing that he didn''t seem to be telling lies, he looked around and his face changed slightly, "Then this is..."
"It''s a spell..."
"You''re not talking nonsense? It''s not a spell, but a formation? The question is, what kind of spell is it?"
Elder Daofa thought, "It seems that it is... Fireball Technique..."
The elder of the alchemy master had no expression on his face, "So amazing... What kind of fireball technique, teach me, let me know more."
The elder of Daofa could not speak.
The elder of the alchemist pointed at the place where the magic puppet was originally placed:
"Although this puppet is a puppet in the early stage of foundation building, the purpose of refining was to withstand spell bombardment, so the spell defense was extremely high. Generally, disciples in the middle stage of foundation building may not be able to break it, let alone now..."
The elder of the alchemy master''s eyelids twitched slightly, "I was blown to ashes..."
And this child is just a disciple in the early stage of foundation building for less than a year.
Elder Alchemy looked at the ink painting again, shocked.
The elder of Daofa was also confused.
He also didn''t remember that he had taught ink painting, which was a powerful spell.
Besides, even if there is such a magic, the spiritual root level of ink painting and the spiritual power of Qi Hai Zhoutian, it cannot be learned at all, and it cannot be used...
unless…
Elder Daofa felt the remaining scorching energy and the mutated spiritual power around him, and his expression became more and more severe.
The elder of the alchemy asked: "What did you see?"
The elder of Daofa frowned and said, "This is not just the power of magic, but more like..."
"What do you think?"
The elder of Daofa shook his head and didn''t say it. He just thought of Mo Hua''s age and cultivation. He couldn''t believe it and murmured:
"It shouldn''t be..."
…
When Mo Hua woke up, she felt dizzy, her hands were so painful, and her meridians were a little stagnant.
He looked around and found himself lying on a white and soft bed, with a pure surrounding, burning the fragrance of concentration, and a faint, bitter smell of elixir floated in the air.
There is a woman next to her wearing a Taixu elder Taoist robe, with a graceful figure and a dignified face, but with a little charming look, looking at him silently.
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Murong...Elder?"
His voice was a little hoarse and weak, as if the trauma of residual fire spiritual power was left, and it was a bit difficult to speak.
Elder Murong nodded slightly, "Mr. Xun was afraid that your injury would worsen, so he sent you to me."
Mo Hua was slightly stunned, and then he realized that Elder Murong was actually an alchemist.
Elder Murong approached Mo Hua, his fingers were fair and slender, and he gently touched Mo Hua''s forehead, and his voice was as gentle as the evening breeze:
"Nothing is serious..."
"But the left hand was burned, which damaged the meridians. Within half a month, you cannot use spiritual power. Within half a month, you have skin and flesh injuries. Within seven days, you cannot hold the pen..."
"I''ll give you a few bottles of elixirs, and take one every morning and evening."
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded with some difficulty, "Thank you Elder Murong..."
Elder Murong smiled slightly.
After that, other monks came to see the ink painting.
First of all, it’s Yuer.
After seeing Mo Hua get hurt, he stayed next to Mo Hua, frowned with his little brows and his eyes are wet, so he can''t even drive him away.
Elder Murong had no choice but to prepare a small bed and a small blanket for him to sleep nearby.
Yu''er is quiet, not quarrel or quarrel. When she wakes up, the first thing she does when she opens her eyes is to take a look at the ink painting.
Mo Hua woke up, Yu''er''s eyes were bright and she was very happy.
But because the ink painting needs to be recuperated, Yu''er looked at it for a while and then went back to his disciple''s residence to do his homework.
Murong Caiyun also came once and sent some pills and supplements.
Seeing that Mo Hua was fine, she felt at ease, but just told Mo Hua to be careful when practicing magic and not hurt herself anymore.
Mo Hua nodded honestly.
He also knew one thing:
He heard Senior Sister Murong call Elder Murong “sister”, which shows that the two are indeed related.
Shangguan Xu also came to see him. In addition to the elixirs for healing, he also brought a lot of delicious food.
"These are my aunt, I''ll bring you..."
"This is inside the Taixu Sect. It is not convenient for her to come in, but if you are healed, you will go to the Gu family and she will ask the alchemist from the Shangguan family to condition you, so that you don''t have any future problems..."
Mo Hua nodded and said gratefully:
"Thank you, Senior Brother Xu, and thank Aunt Wan for me."
In addition, some disciples from the same sect also came to see their "little brother".
Seeing that the ink painting looked okay and nothing serious, they felt relieved and chatted with him around the ink painting:
"Mo Hua, I heard that you were hurt by practicing magic?"
“Really or false?”
"What kind of magic did you practice?"
"It''s not fireball..."
"How is that possible?"
“How is it impossible…”
"Ink painting can make fireball techniques..."
"Mo Hua, after leaving Taixu Gate, we pretended not to know each other..."
"You are our ''little brother'', don''t tell me..."
"How could the young brother who was injured by the fireball technique..."
Mo Hua looked at them with contempt and said unhappily:
"What''s wrong with Fireball Technique? When I practice it, let you see it. One Fireball Technique can make you cry!"
“I don’t believe it!”
"Brave it as well..."
“A mere fireball technique…”
…
Mo Hua was noisy with them, and the atmosphere was a little lively.
Elder Murong said lightly: "This is the alchemy room, you need to rest, you all go to class."
“It’s… the elder.”
The disciples who were originally thinking of skipping class bowed honestly and left dejectedly.
Only Cheng Mo, with a reluctance on his face, grabbed Mo Hua and reminded him:
"Mo Hua, you recover from your wounds as soon as possible. Go back and teach us the formation..."
Mr. Xun is too strict, his lectures are too profound, and he has assigned too much homework, so he can''t bear it...
It’s better to be the “Little Brother” of Mo Hua.
…
Mr. Xun also looked at the eye ink painting.
He looked serious and didn''t say much. He just told Mo Hua to recover from his injuries. But when he left, he couldn''t help but comfort him in a low voice:
"If you are not good at fighting and killing things like spells, forget it..."
"You have a bad foundation, so there is no need to learn from others and practice these methods of killing..."
"If you learn the formation well, you will be able to establish yourself in the world of cultivation, and no one dares to bully you."
"If you encounter difficulties and someone causes trouble for you, just tell me it, and your own sect will support you."
"Don''t force yourself, you have to learn these spells..."
"Don''t hurt yourself..."
…
Mo Hua was moved and nodded quickly, "I understand, thank you, sir!"
Mr. Xun didn''t know the ink painting, so he didn''t listen to it, so he nodded and left.
…
As it was almost evening, the elder of Taoism also quietly visited the ink painting. He is an elder responsible for teaching Taoism. His disciple was injured. Although it was not caused by him, as an elder, he had to bear some responsibility.
Seeing Mo Hua sitting on the bed with a bandage wrapped in her left hand, her little face turned white, her eyes were bright and her breath was stable, and it was really nothing serious. The Taoist Elder felt relieved.
The elder of Daofa exchanged a few words, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice:
"Mo Hua, what magic do you use in the Taoist Dharma Room..."
He teaches spells and studies spells, so he is also very curious about unknown spells.
He wanted to know what kind of spells the ink painting could produce such great power and destroy a complete spell puppet...
Mo Hua was stunned and his eyes were slightly brighter.
After waking up, he thought about the "fusion of spells" when he had time.
But after thinking about it, I still couldn''t figure out why the two fireball techniques were so powerful after the combined power of the spiritual sense.
If it weren''t forcibly reversed the direction of the spell with his spiritual sense in the end, but let the spell''s spiritual power get out of control...
I''m afraid not only have both hands injured, but my life is in danger...
Ink painting is very confused.
It is impossible to simply fusion of two fireball techniques, causing such great power.
Even a little aftermath caused me to suffer such a great injury...
This is unreasonable.
So the elder of Taoism was asking him, and he also had many questions, and wanted to ask the elder of Taoism.
Mo Hua thought about it and replied:
"I think a fireball technique is not powerful enough, so I want to ''fusion'' the two fireball techniques together to enhance their power, and then it explodes..."
The elder of Daofa frowned, "Nothing, where is there such a ''fusion''?"
Mo Hua said humbly: "How should we integrate?"
"You''ve understood it wrong," the elder of Taoism shook his head, "The so-called ''fusion'' of spells does not mean mixing two spells together like dough..."
"Spell fusion is essentially a fusion of magic."
"And it is not about fusion after casting the spell, but before casting it, it is already a ''fusion'' technique, but it just looks like it is ''fusion''..."
Ink painting suddenly realized.
He remembered that when Grandpa Puppet performed the "Fireball Technique" on himself, he condensed the fireballs into filaments in turn, and then knitted them to form spells.
In essence, it is not to fuse several fireball techniques.
But itself, it is a complete, separate spell.
I practiced according to Grandpa Pu’s way, but because I was working behind closed doors, I seemed to have learned a little bit wrong...
But although I learned it wrongly, it seems to be very powerful...
Even so strong that it is a little beyond my imagination...
Why is this?
Mo Hua blinked and looked at the Taoist elder.
Elder Dao Fa was seen by Mo Hua and muttered in his heart, not knowing what the child Mo Hua had to do with his stomach...
"Elder..." Mo Hua whispered, "If there is a possibility..."
"The two ''twin'' monks have the same spiritual consciousness and the same spiritual roots, and the spells they cast are exactly the same..."
"There is no such ''twin'' monk..." said the Taoist elder.
"I mean if..."
Mo Hua said seriously, "...If there were any, what would happen if their spells collided together? Will they merge?"
Mo Hua looked curious.
The elder of Daofa had a headache. He was most afraid of encountering such disciples who had a wild idea and had strange problems.
They asked, and there was some truth.
But if you really answer, it will be very tempting.
Elder Daofa rubbed his forehead, followed the ink painting''s thoughts, thought for a while, and said slowly:
"The spiritual consciousness is the same and the spiritual roots are the same. Then these two magics may not be exactly the same, because there is a sequence in time..."
“For monks, time is also a law.”
"The casting time of spells, like the spiritual power composition of spells, is also an inherent feature, but ordinary monks completely ignore this..."
"Then the casting time is exactly the same..." Mo Hua said.
"That''s the case..." The elder of Daofa muttered, "Then these two magics are almost the same, the same origin, and if they come into contact with each other..."
“There are two possibilities…”
The elder of Taoism speculated based on the principle of spells:
"Or instantly "fusion" and turn into a big fireball..."
"Either it is in a state of ''attracting and repulsing'' that is accessible, not explosive, but not fusion."
"Just like the two yins of Taixu, they coexist but also repel each other..."
The eyes lit up in the ink painting and felt admiration.
He is worthy of being the Taoist elder of the Taixu Sect. He can infer facts based on his magic alone.
"What if these two fireballs are ''either repulsive'', but they don''t merge?" Mo Hua asked again.
"Then..." The elder of Dao Dharma spoke and was stunned, "How do you know?"
Because I tried it!
He also injured himself!
Mo Hua said silently in her heart.
But he couldn''t tell such a thing clearly, so he said perfunctorily: "I guess..."
Then, without waiting for the elder of Taoism to come to his senses, Mo Hua quickly asked, "If this is the case, why would he be repulsed?"
The elder of Daofa really followed the ink painting and continued to think again...
"Because the essential technique is still different."
"The magic structure is the magic power structure, which is the essence of magic."
“The techniques must be mutually exclusive.”
"General spells, even if they are cast by the same monk, have similar magic structures, but the magic itself exists and are independent and different."
"It''s like when refining a standard spiritual weapon, all spiritual weapons are a ''special tool''. After refining it, the shape looks the same, but in fact each spiritual weapon has a different existence..."
"The ''twin'' fireballs you mentioned are the same. Although the others are exactly the same, their essential ''artistic structure'' is independent of each other..."
Mo Hua nodded.
Because of being the elder of Taoism, I thought of going with me!
I also guessed that the repulsion of fireballs is an inherent problem of the spell and the structure of the magic.
Mo Hua asked again: "Then can these two ''twin'' fireballs form a ''fusion'' of different spells?"
The elder of Daofa shook his head, "No, the arts and structures are repelled, and they cannot be integrated together..."
"Is there a way to make them melt?"
The elder of Daofa really thought about it seriously, and then shook his head.
Mo Hua blinked, "If..."
"Will fusion be produced by using brute force and using powerful spiritual sense to control the fireball and colliding quickly..."
"Collision?" The elder of Daofa shook his head, "It should still be impossible to integrate..."
"At most, it is ''aggregation'', but this aggregation is very risky and will affect the stability of the spell..."
"Using the instantaneous pressure of the spiritual consciousness, forcing the fireballs to aggregate, will instantly generate a powerful repulsive force, causing the inner structure of the two fireballs to collapse, the spiritual power will lose its constraints, and the internal power will be released, thus..."
As the elder Daofa spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he suddenly became stunned and his eyes were horrified.
He looked at the ink painting and was so shocked that he couldn''t speak, "You won''t..."
You won’t really do it. It’s through the collision of fireballs that collapse the magic structure, causing powerful destructive power, and killing the magic puppet...
Then he was puzzled, "What are you..."
How did it be done?
"Twins" fireballs with the same origin...
Strong control of spiritual consciousness, gathering fireballs…
Is this possible in the early stage of foundation building?
Mo Hua whispered: "I just think about it randomly and ask casually..."
The elder of Daofa looked at the ink painting silently, thinking to himself that I believe in you only have a ghost.
At the same time, he also sighed in his heart.
It is worthy of being Mr. Xun.
Recognize the beads with a wise eye!
The disciples who value them are not only very talented in formations.
In terms of magic, you can also find a different approach, and there is such a blunt research...
But... Since he is a disciple that Mr. Xun values, it is not convenient for me to ask more questions about these basics.
The elder of Daofa thought about it, his eyes were slightly deeper, as if he had made up his mind to tell Mo Hua about the "spells and magic principles" that he should not have taught:
"Spiritual power forms spells outwards, and spells are the cloak of spiritual power."
"But the inherent changes of spiritual power also contain powerful power..."
"General spells use spiritual power to form magic and form spells, thus possessing the power of killing..."
“But the other way around…”
The elder Daofa''s eyes condensed, and his voice slightly sunk:
"Through spells, the structure of the art is changed, thereby causing changes in spiritual power and releasing a large amount of unstable spiritual energy, which will also cause extremely strong destructive power..."
The eyes of the ink painting were shocked.
Isn’t this just...
The formation collapses!
Although the methods are different, one is formation and the other is spell, and the changes in spiritual power are also different, one is disintegration and the other is fusion.
But its essence is the same!
The elder of Daofa saw Mo Hua''s eyes clear and understood so quickly, and was a little stunned.
This kid...he didn''t know how to do this before...
How do you feel like it is so clear at a glance?
The elder of Daofa felt that he could not continue talking, so he coughed and stood up and said, "It''s getting late, it''s time for me to go back..."
Mo Hua said politely: "Elder, please walk slowly."
But he cared about another thing very much, and after thinking about it, he still couldn''t help it.
"By the way, elder..."
Mo Hua asked in a low voice: "...Your surname?"
When the elder Daofa heard this, he felt as if he was struck by lightning and was stunned.
He was a little angry, a little unbelievable, and said sadly: "After so long, you don''t even know what my surname is?!"
Ink painting is a little embarrassed.
There is no way, there are too many elders in the sect, and there are also substitute students, and occasionally they change over and over again. Some elders really just look familiar, but they can''t call out their names.
Mo Hua smiled awkwardly.
Elder Daofa said helplessly: "My surname is Yi..."
Although we are here just a Little New Year, I wish you all a Happy Little New Year~
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(This chapter ends)