Chapter 48 Guests

Three monks stood at the foot of the mountain road in front of the Zuowang Residence.

Among the three monks, two children stood in front, and there was a woman with a veil behind them.

The two children, a boy and a girl, looked a little older than Mo Hua, dressed in bright and luxurious clothes, not like ordinary people, and looked extraordinary. At this time, the two were standing respectfully on the steps in front of the door, saluting towards the mountain.

The boy was handsome, with a pair of shining eyes.

The girl was extremely beautiful, and the sun shone on her face, her skin was even whiter and more transparent than ice and snow.

From a distance, the two looked like a golden boy and a jade girl under the immortal seat.

Behind the two children, stood a tall woman with a veil, her face could not be seen clearly, she looked like a housekeeper or guard of the family, there was no spiritual power fluctuation around her, but there was a sense of oppression that Mo Hua had never felt.

"It looks like a child of a noble family, coming to study with Mr. Zhuang..."

Mo Hua secretly guessed, but this matter was obviously decided by Mr. Zhuang, and had nothing to do with him.

Mo Hua just needs to learn the formation from Mr. Zhuang. After all, he is just a registered disciple, and it is unknown how long Mr. Zhuang can teach him.

Mo Hua went up the mountain by himself, and the three people at the door naturally saw Mo Hua, but seeing that Mo Hua was dressed simply and had low spiritual power, they just glanced at him and didn't pay much attention.

Until Mo Hua walked in front of them, stepped onto the distant mountain road, and arrived at the courtyard in the clouds.

Then he stretched out his little hand and pushed open the bamboo door that they had waited for several hours overnight, and walked in casually as if entering his own home...

The three people's faces were complicated.

The two children couldn't help but look at the woman behind them. The woman shook her head secretly, indicating that they should be patient. The two children calmed down and continued to wait respectfully.

Mo Hua entered the yard, put down the bamboo basket, took out a dish of braised meat and a few dishes of snacks from the basket, and placed them on the small table in the yard, so that when Mr. Zhuang got up, he could drink wine or taste tea facing the scenery in the yard.

Mo Hua secretly glanced into the inner room, and sure enough, Mr. Zhuang was still sleeping in.

Mo Hua also gave two boxes of roasted pine nuts to Kui Lao, who got up early and was playing five-element chess alone. There was no ripple on his face, and it was unclear whether he was interesting or bored.

Mo Hua put the pine nuts aside. Kui Lao tasted one and his expression changed slightly. "The taste is different."

"These are two flavors. One uses fragrant licorice when frying, and the other uses spicy spices. My mother said to give it to you to try and change the taste."

Kui Lao tasted one from each box, nodded, and said, "You learn the formation first. When you are tired, come and play chess with me."

Mo Hua ran to the study and found several formation books that he had not finished reading. Then he ran to the big locust tree in the yard, sat on a small wooden stool, and lay on a small stone table to learn the formation. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

This small table and wooden stool were made by Kui Lao specifically for Mo Hua, and then placed in a place that Mo Hua liked. The height of the table and wooden stool was also suitable.

Mr. Zhuang was lazy and did not ask too much of Mo Hua, but Mo Hua knew that the opportunity was rare and it was unlikely that he would have the opportunity to get guidance from a master like Mr. Zhuang in the formation in the future.

So Mo Hua studied very seriously.

For a casual cultivator like Mo Hua, even being a nominal disciple is a great opportunity.

Mo Hua was grateful and never slacked off.

Studying array books and copying arrays both consume spiritual consciousness. When Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is exhausted, he uses meditation to recover, and then continues to read books and draw arrays. When his spiritual consciousness is exhausted again, he continues to meditate to recover. When it is exhausted again, it is not advisable to continue meditating.

In Mr. Zhuang's words, too much is as bad as too little. Although Mo Hua did not think there was any problem, he still followed Mr. Zhuang's teachings.

At this time, when his spiritual consciousness is exhausted, he can't read books or draw arrays, so Mo Hua will go to play chess with Master Kui.

Five Elements Chess is simple and easy to understand, and it doesn't require much thinking, so it's easy to play.

After Mo Hua and Master Kui played a few games of chess, it was getting dark, so Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang and went back, taking the empty plates and food boxes back with him.

As the sun sets and the sunset glows over the mountains, when Mo Hua leaves Mr. Zhuang's yard, he finds that the three people he met in the morning are still standing outside the door. Although they are still respectful, they are all a little tired.

Even for a cultivator, standing like this for a whole day without food or drink will make him feel a little uncomfortable, not to mention that there are two children who are not much older than Mo Hua.

But Mo Hua doesn't want to meddle in other people's business.

They have been standing outside the door for a whole day, and Mr. Zhuang can't be unaware of it. In this situation, it is obvious that Mr. Zhuang doesn't want to see them.

Whether to see them or not, Mr. Zhuang has his own plans, so it's not his turn to worry about it.

So Mo Hua just simply saluted the three people, and then went down the mountain with a small basket without saying a word.

When he went up the mountain the next day, Mo Hua found that the three people were still standing outside the door.

The mountain is hot during the day, and it is cool and dewy at night.

The three people stood for a day and a night. The woman with the veil was fine. After all, her cultivation was deep enough to resist the cold and heat.

The two children looked a little haggard. The boy looked exhausted, obviously gritting his teeth to hold on, his eyes full of stubbornness.

The girl's face turned a little paler, looking like a pear blossom with dew, but her clear eyes also revealed determination.

Mo Hua took another sneak peek and couldn't help but sigh that good-looking people are really good-looking at all times.

But Mo Hua's heart was calm.

In this world, the more beautiful a woman is, the less she has to do with you.

The ink painting was still the same as yesterday. He opened the bamboo door as if there was no one else around, and walked into Mr. Zhuang's yard with a small basket in his arms under the complex and somewhat resentful eyes of the three people.

Mo Hua thought that these three people should be able to leave in three or four days at most, but the three of them have been waiting at the door for seven days. The two children's faces were as white as paper, and they still showed no intention of retreating. Mo Hua couldn't help but admire their perseverance. .

Especially when I thought that I met Mr. Zhuang without any obstruction, but these three people stood there for seven days without eating or drinking, but they didn't even get through the door, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The next day, Mo Hua prepared a few questions about the formation and went to ask Mr. Zhuang for advice.

Mr. Zhuang looked as usual and answered patiently, but occasionally looked out the door with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mo Hua said, "Sir, don't you want to see the people outside the door?"

Mr. Zhuang came back to his senses. He didn't want to say anything at first, but after looking at the ink painting, he still said:

"After becoming an old friend, there are entanglements due to fate. I don't want to interfere, so it's better not to see each other."

Mo Hua said: "Then I'll let them go back."

Mr. Zhuang's expression changed slightly, "They have been standing here for seven days. If they could retreat, they would have retreated long ago. Now that they are here, will they still listen to you?"

"How will you know if you don't try?" Mo Hua smiled, "They stood outside for seven days and disturbed my husband's purity. He couldn't sleep well."

I used to sleep in until the afternoon, but now I get up at noon...

Mr. Zhuang said with great interest: "Okay, you go and try it, let them go back and don't disturb the purity of the mountain."