Chapter 399: Travel Festival

On the mountain road, Dabai pulled the carriage and walked slowly and slowly towards Mr. Zhuang's set destination.

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

Mo Hua asked what sect it was.

Mr. Zhuang did not say anything, he just said it and you will know.

Mo Hua didn't ask any more questions.

Along the way, Mr. Zhuang also asked Mo Hua to pay careful attention and calculate with his spiritual consciousness to find traces of the formation.

Along the way, Mo Hua did sense the aura of some formations, and used his spiritual consciousness to calculate the formation patterns, and showed the formation patterns to Mr. Zhuang for review.

Mr. Zhuang would mostly nod.

Occasionally, some mistakes will be pointed out for Mo Hua to pay attention to.

Some of these errors are due to insufficient experience in ink painting formations and incorrect calculation of the formation pivot pattern;

Some were careless and missed a few formation lines;

There are also some cases where the calculation method is wrong, so the spiritual power trajectory of the formation goes astray...

Mo Hua kept these problems in mind one by one and thought about them over and over again to try not to make them again next time.

In this way, while rushing on the road, while sensing, while calculating, while verifying.

Thanks to this, Mo Hua's spiritual calculations became more and more proficient.

It's a pity that although some of the formations calculated by Yan are ones that Mo Hua has never seen before, most of them are not rare.

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

There is no second-grade formation.

In the second-level state boundaries, generally only the first-level formations are used.

The second-grade formation consumes a lot of spirit stones, and most family sects within the second-grade cannot afford it.

And most of the formation masters who can draw second-level formations will not stay in the second-level state boundaries.

In addition, there is no final battle that Mo Hua is looking for.

At first, Mo Hua thought he had missed it.

But Mr. Zhuang didn't ask everyone to stop, so it should be no.

Mr. Zhuang could not have missed it.

Mo Hua thought about it and thought it was right.

If there were desperate formations everywhere, it would be a waste of time.

How can a formation that is rampant on the street be called a "definite formation"?

Moreover, Mo Hua has learned the thick soil formation.

The Thick Earth Formation is the eleven-line Jue Formation.

Mo Hua's current spiritual consciousness also has eleven lines, which can be used to hone his spiritual consciousness with the help of the thick earth formation.

The carriage only needs to stop to rest along the way.

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

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

The thick earth formation can only be practiced in this way.

The ink painting uses the Tao stele to visualize the Tao essence of the earth, which overloaded the Tao stele and has not yet recovered.

Mo Hua thought it was broken.

Fortunately, after observing for a few days, I found that the Taoist monument was just a little grayer in color, and the surface of the monument was still empty, with no other abnormalities.

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

Mo Hua felt relieved.

But in a short period of time, it will be impossible to practice formations with the help of Taoist monuments.

The thick earth formation cannot be drawn on paper.

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

Not only do you practice formations, understand the Taoist aggregates, but you also enhance your spiritual consciousness.

Every time he drew a thick earth formation on the ground, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual consciousness was more in tune with the earth, and his understanding of the earth's Tao Yuan became deeper.

With this wonderful realization, the growth of Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is not slow.

But there is still some distance between him and the divine consciousness of the Twelve Lines.

…

Today everyone is sitting in the carriage.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were reviewing the formations taught to them by Mr. Xizhuang.

Even the art of ink painting cannot be learned.

Mo Hua was a little curious, but he resisted his curiosity and didn't look.

Mr. Zhuang must have considerations when he acts. There may be some cause and effect involved that he cannot touch.

As for Mo Hua himself, he was reading the formation book and practicing the calculations with his spiritual consciousness.

Mr. Zhuang is closing his eyes and concentrating.

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

"It's Chinese New Year."

The three disciples were all startled.

Mo Hua calculated the time and it seemed that today was indeed the New Year's Eve.

In the past, when he was in Tongxian City, during New Year's Day, red lanterns were hung on the streets, a dazzling array of goods were displayed in the markets, people came and went, and every house smelled of rice...

But now there is no village in the future and no store in the future.

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 we celebrating the New Year in a lively way again?

"And mom and dad, are you in good health and safe?"

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

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart, feeling a little homesick and looking a little depressed.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting with some pity in his eyes and said:

"When you are away from home, keep everything simple. But since it is the New Year, you still have to live it simple."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Are we going to go through it too?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhuang nodded gently.

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

"If you want anything, just ask Mr. Zhuang."

Mo Hua was stunned and looked back at Puppet Lao.

The old man also nodded, "You have everything you want."

Mo Hua immediately became happy.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi also looked excited.

The eyes of the three children are all shining.

As if being affected by his emotions, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile.

…

So everyone, especially Mo Hua, started to prepare.

He counted on his fingers and said to Kui Lao:

"Grandpa Kui, we need lanterns, firecrackers, surplus every year, fish, step by step, cakes..."

Mo Hua counted them one by one.

Kui Lao nodded and said, "Wait a minute."

Then he disappeared in front of Mo Hua.

After half an hour, Kui Lao appeared again without anyone noticing and threw several storage bags on the ground.

Mo Hua took a look and found that everything he had mentioned was indeed in it.

And many of them were new, and it seemed that they were just bought from some fairy city that was celebrating a festival.

"Thank you, Grandpa Kui!"

Mo Hua smiled.

Kui Lao nodded, and then handed over another storage bag.

Mo Hua was slightly startled and opened it.

It was full of dried fruits such as pine nuts, hazelnuts, and ginkgo nuts, but most of them were raw.

"Fry some for me, I've finished the previous ones." Kui Lao whispered.

Old Kui drove the carriage every day, and when he had nothing to do, he would just eat some pine nuts.

So he had already eaten all the pine nuts that Mo Hua had fried for him.

Since it was the New Year, he might as well treat himself.

He had eaten too many pine nuts, and wanted to change his taste, so he bought a lot of miscellaneous things.

He had not eaten much of these Qi Refining Stage things, and did not know what they were, but thought that if they were sold together, they would probably be similar, so he bought them all together.

I just don't know if they will make a crisp sound when I crack them.

Old Kui looked at Mo Hua with some expectation.

Mo Hua smiled and nodded:

"Okay!"

So in the afternoon, everyone stopped driving.

The carriage stopped by the roadside.

Mo Hua tied a big red lantern to the carriage, pasted a few "Fu" characters, and hung a big red flower on Dabai's neck.

Dabai was not very willing, but he could not resist Mo Hua.

After all, people are the shortest to eat.

It ate so much grass that Mo Hua fed it.

In addition, Mo Hua also arranged firecrackers and fireworks arrays to be set off at night.

Next, it was time to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

Mo Hua first fried all the pine nuts and hazelnuts for Kui Lao.

Some were original, and some were added with various spices.

Kui Lao took out some and placed them on the table for everyone to eat, and quietly stuffed the rest into his sleeves.

Then it was time to cook.

Some of the ingredients were bought by Kui Lao, and some were sent by the spiritual farmers in Qianjia Town.

Bai Zisheng watched eagerly from the side, occasionally saying:

"Mo Hua, make this and eat it, this is delicious."

"This should be fried, not boiled."

"This is delicious only when it is spicy, add more..."

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

Finally, it was time to steam cakes.

There were rice cakes, and other kinds of pasta and snacks.

Bai Zixi helped Mo Hua knead the dough, and as she kneaded it, she pinched small dough.

The fair little hands were kneading the white dough, and it was unknown what they were kneading.

Mo Hua asked curiously:

"Little Senior Sister, what are you kneading?"

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

"Rabbit!"

Mo Hua was stunned.

Bai Zixi frowned, "Doesn't it look like a rabbit?"

"Looks like..." Mo Hua said unconscionably.

"Just a little... a little fatter."

The little rabbit became fatter than a pig.

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

She thought it was quite cute.

Mo Hua was busy all afternoon and finally finished all the dishes.

The morning glow had faded, and the night gradually became darker.

It was time to set off fireworks.

Before setting off, Mo Hua was still a little worried, "Will it not scare the monsters in the mountains..."

Kui Lao looked around and said lightly: "No."

Mo Hua was relieved.

The fireworks array was very simple, and time was limited, so Mo Hua didn't draw anything too complicated.

And this array was drawn directly on the ground.

This was the first time that Mo Hua used the "ground" as the medium to draw a formation, in addition to the thick earth formation.

In the night, fireworks were bright.

Then the meal began.

Everyone sat on the ground.

On the soft grass, there was a silk cloth, which was filled with food.

The dishes were rich, and Mo Hua's craftsmanship was also outstanding.

Mr. Zhuang ate the most comfortably, Bai Zisheng ate the most happily, Bai Zixi ate the most elegantly, and Old Kui kept cracking pine nuts and hazelnuts, eating the most attentively.

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

After eating and drinking, Mo Hua didn't miss home.

He lay on the grass and counted the stars in the sky.

For Mo Hua, this was not the most lively year, but it was the first time to spend the New Year with his master, senior brothers, senior sisters and Grandpa Kui.

It was quite lively.

For Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, the New Year's Day of a big family looks prosperous but the people are cold and deserted.

It is full of sophistication and rules.

It is not as simple and lively as it is now.

Bai Zisheng also lay on the ground, chatting with Mo Hua, occasionally stumbling.

Bai Zixi looked calm and gentle, but he was wondering in his heart, was it a rabbit he just pinched?

Why did it turn into a piglet after steaming?

Mr. Zhuang was surrounded by three disciples, feeling relieved, but his expression was a little disappointed.

This was probably the most lively New Year in his cold life for hundreds of years.

Thank you Taoist Brother o and Slowpoke on the roadside for the tips~