Chapter 50 Brothers and Sisters

After that, the three of them would visit Mr. Zhuang every morning, bow outside the door, and wait for half a cup of tea. If the door was still closed, they would go down the mountain.

Mo Hua actually wanted to tell them that Mr. Zhuang would sleep in in the morning and sleep until the afternoon, so they came at the wrong time.

But then he thought, at least in the short term, Mr. Zhuang didn't want to see them.

If they came earlier, they wouldn't see Mr. Zhuang, and if they came later, they still wouldn't see him. Since they couldn't see him anyway, it didn't matter when they came.

They entered the mountain in the early morning and could see the mountain covered with rosy clouds, which was not a loss.

Mo Hua would occasionally meet them when he went up the mountain, sometimes he would say hello, and if he had enough time, he would chat casually.

Although the two were children of aristocratic families and looked arrogant, they were both easy to talk to.

Mo Hua learned from their casual chat that the two were surnamed Bai and were older than Mo Hua. The handsome boy was named Bai Zisheng, and the delicate girl who looked like a porcelain doll was named Bai Zixi.

The two are brother and sister. They came from afar on the orders of their elders to learn the formation from Mr. Zhuang.

Bai Zisheng talks a lot, while Bai Zixi talks less.

The two look a bit similar, but Bai Zixi is obviously better looking.

And she is a bit too good looking...

When Mo Hua saw her from a distance, she just felt delicate and exquisite. When she looked closer, she found that although Bai Zixi was young, her face was so delicate that it was as beautiful as a baby's.

Is this really a face that a person can grow... Mo Hua was shocked.

It is often said that Nuwa made people out of clay. Some people in this world are obviously made of clay, but some people are obviously not, at least Bai Zixi in front of him is not.

When Nuwa created her, she probably made snow and moon, and made ice and jade.

Mo Hua secretly glanced at Bai Zixi again, thinking silently in his heart:

"As the saying goes, beauty brings disaster. This is not Nuwa creating human beings, but clearly committing sins..."

The veiled woman following the Bai siblings is called Aunt Xue, and should be sent by the family to protect them.

Mo Hua is not sure about Aunt Xue's realm, but her cultivation is definitely not low. She has a kind of hidden sense of oppression that Mo Hua has never felt from other cultivators.

The cultivator with the highest realm that Mo Hua has seen before is the old head of Tongxian Sect, who has the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building. However, the old head has a kind temperament, and his spiritual power is declining due to his old age, so the sense of oppression is not as strong as Aunt Xue in front of him.

"At least it should be the cultivation of the foundation building period..."

Mo Hua secretly guessed.

And to have a foundation building period cultivator as a guard, the identities of the siblings must be extraordinary. The Bai family is probably also a prominent family outside of Lizhou. Mo Hua was very tactful and did not ask what kind of family it was.

Aristocratic families and clans are far from Mo Hua.

It is very difficult for a cultivator who comes from a casual cultivation to break through and become a foundation-building cultivator. And the status of a cultivator in the foundation-building period can be said to be quite prominent in this small Tongxian City.

His cultivation in this life may not be higher than the guards around others.

Mo Hua kept his original intention in mind and concentrated on learning the formation. He became a first-class formation master, and only in the future could he gain a foothold in the cultivation world.

The Bai brothers and sisters visited every morning. Mr. Zhuang did not say anything, as if he acquiesced to this matter, but he still had no intention of meeting them.

However, Mr. Zhuang seemed to be relieved, and his daily routine became normal.

He still slept until the afternoon every day, and then sat in the yard, eating beef with wine, or eating snacks with tea, looking at the scenery in the mountains and thinking.

Mo Hua still learned the formation, drew the formation, meditated, and drew the formation again, and then went to ask Mr. Zhuang for advice when he had doubts.

This day, Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked Mo Hua to draw a formation called "Three Talents Formation".

This array contains six array patterns. With Mo Hua's current consciousness, he cannot finish drawing them. Moreover, the structure looks very special. The array patterns are also different from the five elements array that Mo Hua had come into contact with before.

Mr. Zhuang only gave Mo Hua one day. The next day, he asked Mo Hua to draw the array for him, and he could draw as much as he could.

Mo Hua studied the array diagram of "Three Talents Array" with all his heart during the day, and tried to draw it several times. At night, he went back and practiced on the broken monument in the sea of ​​consciousness for another night.

The next day, in front of Mr. Zhuang, he drew the array intermittently and reluctantly, but because of insufficient consciousness, some of the array patterns were invalid.

Mr. Zhuang didn't say anything. Seeing that Mo Hua looked tired and his face was slightly pale, he knew that this was the result of excessive use of consciousness, so he lit a stick of incense, and light white smoke rose up with a clear fragrance that was refreshing.

Mr. Zhuang said, "This is a calming incense that can nourish the spirit. You sit here and meditate. When the incense burns out, go back and rest early. Don't draw the formation today."

"Thank you, sir."

Mo Hua thanked him, then sat down and meditated. Sure enough, he felt that his spirit recovered faster. After about two cups of tea, the calming incense burned out, and Mo Hua bowed and said goodbye.

After Mo Hua left, Mr. Zhuang looked at the "Three Talents Formation" drawn by Mo Hua, frowned and thought, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Old Kui came in and asked, "Is it not a good painting?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "It's not a question of whether it's good or not... The spirit is not enough, and the time is short. This formation can't be drawn well. There will be mistakes anyway, but..."

Mr. Zhuang frowned, "Mo Hua, this kid, learns too fast."

"What's wrong with learning fast?"

"It's not fast, it's too fast..."

Mr. Zhuang unfolded the "Three Talents Formation" and said:

"This "Three Talents Formation" and the Five Elements Formation use completely different formation hubs, and the formation patterns are also different. I just gave him the formation diagram yesterday, and he only used one day's effort to learn it. If it weren't for a god Without enough knowledge, he might have stumbled and stumbled upon the formation..."

Mr. Zhuang's eyes narrowed slightly, "The strangest thing is that in one day, with the spiritual consciousness of ink painting, I can practice this formation three or four times at most, but now I am very familiar with the brushwork of the "Three Talents Formation", I am afraid it is I’ve practiced it more than ten times.”

The old man's expression remained unchanged, but his tone became lower: "You mean... Mo Hua, the kid, is hiding something from you?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "I have never asked, so there is no question of whether to hide it or not. But from the looks of it, Mo Hua may have another chance."

The old man rolled his eyelids: "Who among cultivators doesn't have opportunities? How many opportunities do you have? All the thousands of creatures in the world are born with great opportunities."

Mr. Zhuang thought deeply after hearing this.

The old man said: "If you really care, just ask him."

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, "Ask him?"

The old man said impatiently: "You are a person who says he has a clear mind, but in fact he is too narrow-minded. He always thinks that everyone else is just like you and hides everything. I think Mo Hua is a very good kid. , unlike you, who has eighteen tricks hidden in his heart and acts coyly. "

Mr. Zhuang lay on the chair and said in a calm tone: "If I had really had a bright mind, I wouldn't be in this situation now."

"Birds of a feather flock together, and people divide into groups. You think you are smart and like to deal with people who are smart, but your heart is not as dirty as others, so you will naturally be plotted by others. You are asking for this drink and peck. You can't blame others. "

Mr. Zhuang smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, so now I can only stay with a heartless person like you to be clean."

The old man looked blank and stopped talking.