Chapter 522 Ninth Floor

An hour later, Mo Hua saw Longquan Waterfall.

Surabaya crosses the river, with green mountains and black cliffs.

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

Beautiful and spectacular.

The three people in Mo Hua looked a little surprised, with three pairs of eyes shining brightly.

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

Mo Hua has never seen such a huge waterfall.

Although Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi came from aristocratic families, they were raised in the family when they were young. When they went out, they took the main road and seldom saw such natural scenery.

The waterfall splashes on the rocks, and drops of water fall out, as round as jade.

The clouds and mist in the mountains and the mist of the waterfall merge together hazily, weaving the sunlight into brilliant colors.

The ink painting was fascinated, but suddenly there was some doubt:

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

It's just a waterfall, without a dragon or a spring.

And it doesn't look like a dragon.

Mr. Zhuang's gaze passed over the waterfall and looked at the colorful mist, with a somewhat emotional expression on his face:

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

"Longquan Sword..."

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

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, his eyes obscured, and he murmured:

"It's a good sword, well suited to its owner..."

As if remembering something from the past, Mr. Zhuang's eyes were a little wistful, and there were also some unspeakable regrets and regrets.

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

There must be a story in this!

But he didn't ask. Even if he asked, the master would definitely not tell.

"Longquan Sword..."

Mo Hua silently wrote down the name of the sword.

…

After passing Longquan Waterfall, the group continued south.

It is still far away from the Dalishan state border.

The cultivation world is very large and is divided into nine states.

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

Within Kyushu, state boundaries are divided according to rank.

Each state boundary has different mountains and rivers, different scenery, monks built cities based on the mountains, different food and clothing, and different customs.

While walking and looking at the ink paintings, I broadened my horizons a lot and gained a lot of knowledge.

Whenever he encounters some special ingredients, Mo Hua will buy them, ask the local monks how to make them, and then try to make some for Mr. Zhuang and his senior brothers and sisters to try.

Although not all of them are delicious, they are indeed very different in flavor and taste very special.

The old man doesn't like these meals.

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

Sometimes when I encounter them, I will buy ink paintings and fry them for Mr. Puppet to eat.

There may be some ancient trees in the mountains that bear unknown pine nuts, seeds, or fruits. If they are not poisonous, Mo Hua will pick some and fry them for Puppet Lao to taste.

In return, Puppet Master often pointed out the magic of ink painting:

"You learned the fireball technique well and used it well, but it's a bit complicated."

Ink painting also has this question.

The fireball technique he used in reality was dark red in color, with a hint of coagulation.

But the fireball technique he manifested in the sea of ​​consciousness was bright red in color, and his spiritual power was like threads, layered on top of each other, like a ball of flame coiled together with spiritual threads.

After Mo Hua explained it to Mr. Puppet, he asked:

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

Is it the deepening of spiritual power or the silkification of spiritual power.

The old man shook his head and said:

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

"If you can choose them all, choose them all."

"You can't choose them all, you have to make trade-offs."

"The monks who think about choosing one from the other from the beginning are all stupid-headed."

Mo Hua opened his mouth.

He didn't expect that the always serious puppet elder would say such a thing.

"What if you don't have a choice between the two?" Mo Hua asked in a low voice.

"Then there's no need to worry about this matter. Even if you consider something you can't choose, it's meaningless. It's just a waste of time." Puppet Lao said.

Mo Hua nodded, deeply convinced.

Then he thought of something again and frowned:

"Grandpa Puppet, what if someone forces me to make a difficult choice in the future?"

The puppet boss said directly: "Then kill that person!"

Mo Hua was stunned.

The old man said again: "Kill that person, and no one will force you to choose, and you can have them all."

"Then what if I can't beat him or kill him?"

"Then you can only blame your own incompetence." Puppet Lao said hoarsely, "In this case, you are forced to have no choice. It doesn't matter what you choose."

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

Mo Hua thought about it carefully for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was going too far, so he went back to the magic:

"Grandpa Puppet, can I use both of the two changes of the fireball technique?"

The old man nodded, "The fireball is dark red, which is the state of spiritual power. The fireball turns into silk, which is the form of spiritual power. There is no conflict between the two. You can have both, but..."

The old man looked at the ink painting and said, "It's difficult."

Mo Hua asked: "What should we do?"

The old man hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to say anything, but after looking at the pine nut shells he had chewed all over the ground, he felt somewhat short-tongued and said:

"It's a bit early for you to learn now, but you can understand it first."

Mo Hua immediately sat upright and listened carefully.

But the old man didn't say anything. Instead, he took out a ball of cotton wool from somewhere.

This ball of cotton wool is just ordinary cotton wool.

As the old man condensed his palm, the cotton wool was subjected to force, compressed by itself, twisted together, and formed a cotton thread.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up slightly, as if thinking about something.

Then the old man took out another ball of cotton wool, and did the same thing, compressing and twisting it together to form another cotton thread...

It continued to condense into more than ten cotton threads.

The old man's eyes turned cold, and his consciousness moved.

More than ten cotton threads twisted and entangled in an instant, seemingly without rules, but condensed together with a rhythm, weaving into a ball of thread.

This ball of thread is the same size as the previous cotton wool.

But the internal structure is completely different.

The old man looked at Mo Hua and asked, "Do you understand?"

Mo Hua frowned and told the truth:

"I understand... a little bit..."

"It doesn't matter, just remember it."

The old man raised his hand, and the ball of thread that had just been twisted was instantly turned into ashes, leaving no trace on his palm.

"The complex principles of magic are often hidden in the simplest and most common things."

"For example, this ball of thread."

"Another example, the mountains, rivers, clouds, rain, grass and trees in the world..."

Mo Hua nodded and said frankly:

"Grandpa Kui, I remember it, but I don't quite understand it now..."

The corners of Kui Lao's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile, "It doesn't matter, watch more, learn more, think more, and there will be a day when you understand."

"Yes!" Mo Hua nodded solemnly.

Kui Lao thought for a while and said:

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

Mo Hua was refreshed.

Kui Lao spread his palm, and a fireball emerged. The fireball was in a light red gas state, and then as Kui Lao's consciousness pulled, the spiritual power compressed inward and condensed into a deep red fire thread.

The fire thread contained amazing spiritual power and floated in the air.

Then another fireball appeared in Kui Lao's palm.

Then the fireball condensed into a fire thread again.

After ten rounds, there was no longer a fireball in the palm of Kui Lao, but more than ten deep red, scorching fire threads.

Kui Lao's eyes sank, and his mind moved.

These fire threads intertwined together and condensed into a small fireball.

This fireball technique, with spiritual threads intertwined, is more like a spiritual power thread woven with flames as threads than a fireball.

Multiple compressions, spiritual power reconstruction.

It looks like a simple fireball technique, but it also reveals amazing pressure.

Kui Lao waved his hand casually, and the fireball flew out quickly and fell into the turbulent river beside.

A sharp sound suddenly sounded.

Like cold water entering oil, the river surface suddenly boiled.

Mo Hua looked in the direction of the sound and opened his mouth in an instant.

A large river, a huge lake, was evaporated into a large hole by the small fireball technique.

The water vapor around formed clouds and mist, and the hot air was steaming.

A moment later, the river water backflowed.

The sound of surging tides sounded.

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

Mo Hua's mood, like the river water, could not calm down for a long time.

The spiritual power that Kui Lao just used was just Qi refining, and the spell he used was only a first-grade fireball spell.

But a fireball spell could produce such a huge lethality?

Mo Hua looked at Kui Lao with a shocked expression and full of admiration.

Kui Lao was in a good mood, but his expression was still indifferent.

He patted Mo Hua's shoulder, "Remember, learn more and practice more."

Mo Hua nodded a little dully.

Kui Lao left with satisfaction.

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

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

"He doesn't even know what this is, and you teach him like this?"

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

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

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

Mr. Zhuang paused after hearing this, and was silent for a long time, sighing helplessly.

...

Mo Hua looked excited.

What a powerful fireball technique!

This kind of power was completely beyond his cognition.

Mo Hua couldn't wait to try it himself, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

The principle seems simple, the spiritual power is like cotton wool, first condense the spiritual power into filaments, and then weave the spiritual silks into a spiritual power ball...

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

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is already very strong, he has reached the peak of the thirteenth pattern of foundation building, practiced the Tianyan Jue, learned the Lingshu formation, and his spiritual power control is not weak.

But with such a strong consciousness and such meticulous control, he couldn't even condense the spiritual power into a thread.

Mo Hua was a little surprised and disappointed.

But after thinking about it, he felt it was normal.

If such a powerful spell could be learned so easily, it would be a pipe dream.

Mo Hua remembered every detail of Kui Lao's spell in his mind.

He would think about it whenever he had time, hoping that one day in the future, he would be able to cast such a powerful fireball spell...

Mo Hua's eyes were full of expectation.

Whether it was formations or spells.

He still had a lot to learn.

As long as he kept learning, one day he would be able to integrate all of them, master advanced formations, and control powerful spells.

...

The journey after that was mostly safe and sound.

Although he traveled day and night and slept in the open, it was not hard.

Mo Hua uses local materials and cooks various meals in different ways. His cooking skills are improving day by day, and the meals he makes are becoming more and more delicious.

The carriage is leisurely.

Mr. Zhuang takes a nap in the carriage, while Mo Hua and the other two sit around a small table, drawing formations, reading books, or doing various spiritual exercises.

Occasionally, he stops to rest. If he has enough time, he plays a few games of chess with Kui Lao.

It's still a simple five-element chess.

The two of them are having a lot of fun.

Although Mr. Zhuang has seen this many times, he was still a little surprised. He didn't expect that Mo Hua could really play chess with Kui Lao.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were a little confused.

Sometimes, when Mo Hua went to buy vegetables, walk Dabai, or look for formations, they also played a few games with Kui Lao.

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

Kui Lao thought Bai Zixi was too smart. He was also very thoughtful when playing five-element chess and didn't give up a single piece.

If he disliked the white piece winning, it was because he was too reckless.

It would be fine if he ate every day, but when playing five-element chess, he only knew how to "eat" and had no level at all.

Mo Hua was still better.

When playing chess, he was natural.

He didn't deliberately spend time thinking, nor did he eat rashly.

Of course, it was mainly because the two of them were "equally matched" in chess skills, and there was no utilitarian victory or defeat, just for fun.

Mo Hua accompanied Kui Lao in playing chess.

Kui Lao would also carve some puppets for Mo Hua.

At first, it was just big and small tigers, but later Kui Lao coughed up more pine nuts, so he began to accept Mo Hua's various requests.

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

When Mo Hua saw them, he pestered Kui Lao to carve one for him.

After carving, Mo Hua drew the Lingshu formation.

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

Since he carved for Mo Hua, Kui Lao couldn't favor one over 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 majestic, it could not fly. Even if it was engraved with the spiritual pivot array, it could only crawl on the ground.

The one carved for Bai Zixi was a colorful phoenix.

In addition to the spiritual pivot array, Mo Hua also painted a colorful array on the wings of the phoenix.

Once the feathers were spread out, they were like a peacock spreading its tail, colorful and shining, very gorgeous...

After that, whenever he had free time, Bai Zisheng would play beast fighting with Mo Hua on the grass, controlling his blue dragon to fight with the tigers and monsters under Mo Hua's "command".

Bai Zixi stood aside, holding the gorgeous phoenix, watching Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng who were having a lot of fun, his eyes were as crystal clear as autumn water, and he had a shallow smile...

...

Just like this, everyone walked all the way.

Walking through mountains, wading through water, experiencing the sunrise and sunset, watching the clouds roll and unfold.

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

Some were blind bandits, vicious criminals, and evil cultivators who did not follow the right path.

But most of them were not highly cultivated and their Taoism was not strong.

Bai Zisheng was a man with a gun, and he could defend the pass alone.

Mo Hua watched the show from the side, occasionally using the water prison technique to control the situation and the fireball technique to make up for the knife, and he could beat them to pieces.

In addition, most of them were poor and distressed casual cultivators.

Just like Tongxian City, Nanyue City, and other ordinary small immortal cities.

Most casual cultivators had a hard life.

People standing on high places saw flowers and clusters of flowers.

Only when you really step on the ground, you will know how fickle the world is and how many sufferings people have.

The array master should understand the way of heaven and benefit all living things.

Mo Hua kept these words in mind. When he met poor people and sufferings, he would do his best to draw some arrays to help them.

Trekking all the way, the horse's hooves were leisurely.

Half a year later, Mo Hua finally came to the third-grade Dali Mountain State.

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

He was only one step away from building the foundation.

I will take a day off tomorrow.

It has been seven months since I started writing, and I haven't taken a day off, nor have I had much rest.

So I rewarded myself with a day off~

Mainly because there are a lot of detailed outlines, and I need to sort them out.

I also need to summarize the problems in writing.

By the way, I also need to have a good sleep and adjust my mentality a little.

There are still many things to write, so I can't rush, I need to persist for a long time and make steady progress~