Chapter 57: Kung Fu

Mo Hua couldn't help but touch his face, and then looked down at his clothes, then asked in confusion: "What are you looking at?"

Bai Zisheng still couldn't help asking: "What you just drew... is the Three Talents Formation?"

Mo Hua nodded.

"What kind of Three Talents Formation is it?"

"Are there many kinds of Three Talents Formations?"

"I mean... is it the kind of Three Talents Formation that contains six array patterns?"

"Yes, is there anything wrong?"

Bai Zisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, "Your cultivation level is only the third level of Qi Refining..."

"So what?"

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked at each other.

After Mo Hua pondered for a moment, he suddenly realized:

"At the third level of Qi Refining, being able to draw an array with six array patterns is considered an amazing thing?"

He thought that there were so many geniuses in the big family, and it shouldn't be difficult to draw a few more array patterns.

Bai Zisheng was not convinced, "It's not that unusual."

"Then when you were at the third level of Qi Refining, could you draw the Three Talents Formation?"

Bai Zisheng didn't want to answer, and he hesitated for a long time:

"This, that... Although I can't draw it, it's because the master in the clan doesn't allow it. Qi Refining cultivators have weak spiritual consciousness. If they force themselves to draw complex formations, they may damage their sea of ​​consciousness due to excessive consumption of spiritual consciousness, and they will not be able to become formation masters in the future. You can't ruin your foundation because of greed and recklessness."

"Oh," Mo Hua was half-believing and half-doubting.

"However," Bai Zisheng said again, "some cultivators in our clan are gifted. They can draw seven or eight formation patterns at the third level of Qi Refining. This is not a rare thing."

Mo Hua nodded. He knew that although he had a good talent, it might not be a big deal in the world of cultivation where there were so many geniuses.

He still understood the truth that there are people beyond people and there are heavens beyond heavens.

Bai Zisheng then patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Although it is not rare to be able to draw six array patterns at the third level of Qi Refining, it is already very good. This kind of array talent can be rated as medium even in our clan. As long as you work hard, you will definitely achieve something in the future."

Mo Hua was relieved when Bai Zisheng said this.

His goal is not that big. He can become a first-class array master, have a way to make a living in the cultivation world, and make his parents happy. This is enough for now. What will happen next will be discussed later.

Only Bai Zixi watched Bai Zisheng silently from the side.

Bai Zisheng felt a little guilty for some reason, and then he looked at his nose and mouth, pretending to practice.

Among Mr. Zhuang's three registered disciples, the Bai family brothers and sisters are twins. Bai Zisheng is the elder brother and Bai Zixi is the younger sister. They are two or three years older than Mo Hua. Their cultivation is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, four levels higher than Mo Hua.

This is because the children of the noble families pay attention to the foundation of cultivation, pay attention to accumulation and not blindly seek for improvement.

They must take steady steps, lay a solid foundation, and then try to break through the realm, otherwise the two of them will be much higher than they are now.

In terms of the formation level, Mo Hua feels that he can still catch up with the Bai family brothers and sisters, but he may never catch up with them in terms of cultivation.

So Mo Hua practices routinely every morning, spending about an hour, absorbing a spirit stone, and practicing slowly and steadily.

Mo Hua, who only has medium and low-grade spirit roots, can only practice boringly like this day after day.

Mo Hua is not in a hurry, and he can't be in a hurry at all, because it's useless to be in a hurry. The progress of cultivation is mostly determined by the spirit roots, and there is no shortcut.

This day, Mo Hua was practicing, and suddenly felt a numb and slightly swollen feeling in the sea of ​​qi. He knew that his sea of ​​qi was full, and he could consider breaking through the realm and becoming a cultivator of the fourth level of Qi Refining.

In addition to being surprised, Mo Hua suddenly realized that he had forgotten an important thing:

He had not chosen a technique yet!

He had planned to save enough spirit stones before choosing a technique with small five-element attributes in Tongxianmen, which was economical and did not consume too many spiritual objects of heaven and earth.

But later, the leader of Tongxianmen changed, and Master Yan withdrew from the sect. The outer sect did not teach formations, so Mo Hua simply dropped out.

After being accepted as a registered disciple by Mr. Zhuang, Mo Hua was even more focused on learning formations, and thus delayed the matter of the technique.

Mo Hua's parents both practiced techniques, but the attributes of the techniques they practiced were slightly different from Mo Hua's, and they were more inclined to physical cultivation, so they were not suitable for Mo Hua to learn. There was no suitable way to learn techniques outside Tongxianmen.

It is best to practice techniques in the early stage of Qi Refining. Mo Hua was about to reach the fourth level of Qi Refining, so the matter of the technique could not be delayed any longer.

"Zisheng, when did you learn the technique?"

When he was free, Mo Hua asked Bai Zisheng in confusion.

Bai Zisheng said dissatisfiedly: "I am older than you. You should call me Brother Bai or Senior Brother Bai. You can't call me by my name. It makes me look inferior."

"My father and his friends will come back from hunting monsters in a few days. I can show you what the monsters they hunted look like."

"Really?" Bai Zisheng's eyes lit up.

"Really!"

Bai Zisheng immediately said: "Zi Xi and I learned the exercises when we just started practicing. The earlier we learn the exercises, the better. It is best to learn the exercises from the same lineage. Otherwise, the greater the difference between the exercises learned at different levels, the easier it is to go astray."

Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zisheng suddenly thought of something and said in surprise: "You haven't learned the exercises yet, have you?"

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "No, it's not easy for a casual cultivator to choose a exercises."

"No matter how difficult it is, it's not that you don't even have exercises..."

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him, "Why don't you eat meat porridge?"

"What do you mean?"

"It means that it's easy to talk without any pain."

Bai Zisheng scratched his head and said, "It's a pity that the family's skills are not allowed to be passed on, otherwise I would secretly give you a few rare and good skills."

Mo Hua was puzzled and said, "Isn't the grade of the skills determined by the spiritual roots of the cultivators? People with middle and lower spiritual roots can only learn middle and lower skills. Since they are middle and lower, how can they be good or bad? They can't be better than the top-grade skills."

"You don't know this. Some special skills will have some special effects. Some skills are faster to practice, some skills focus on body training, and some skills are suitable for alchemy..."

"Of course, the grade of the skills is still the most important. After all, the strength of the cultivator mainly depends on the amount of spiritual power. But the spiritual roots are destined and cannot be changed, so there is nothing to say."

Special and rare skills...

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Even if there are rare If I don't have the skills, I can't practice. Skills are scarce, so the spiritual objects required are also scarce. If I can't gather these spiritual objects in my lifetime, then I won't be able to make any progress in my cultivation..."

"That's true. I forgot that you are a casual cultivator and can't gather those rare spiritual objects in heaven and earth..." Bai Zisheng frowned and said, "How about you ask Mr. Zhuang?"

Mo Hua thought about it and shook his head: "I can get Mr. Zhuang to teach me the formation, which is already a great favor from Mr. Zhuang. How can I ask Mr. Zhuang to teach me the skills?"

Bai Zisheng nodded and said, "Okay, you have backbone! Only in this way can you be qualified to be my younger brother."

Mo Hua corrected: "I am not your younger brother."

Bai Zisheng said: "Why not? I am older than you. You should call me big brother. Zixi, don't you think so?"

Bai Zisheng looked at Bai Zixi as he spoke. Bai Zixi lowered his head and read a book by himself, ignoring him.

"Zi Xi is older than you, and you still call Zi Xi sister." Bai Zisheng said again.

Bai Zixi was slightly startled, her dark eyelashes slightly raised, and her eyes slightly brightened.

Mo Hua snorted coldly, "You wish."

"So many people want to be my younger brother, but I'm not happy." Bai Zisheng raised his head.

"Who cares? I won't take you to see the monsters."

"Okay," Bai Zisheng said angrily, "You don't keep your word. How can you go back on your word?"

The two quarreled for a while, and Bai Zisheng promised not to let Mo Hua call him big brother anymore, and Mo Hua also promised to take him to see the monsters at the end of the month, and the two gave up.

Several people practiced and read books until the evening. When it was time to say goodbye, Bai Zisheng asked again: "What about your skills?"

"Well..." Mo Hua pondered, "I'll go back and ask my parents. Anyway, I want to be a formation master. Formation masters rely on spiritual awareness and don't rely too much on spiritual power. It's okay to have a makeshift method."

"How can it be okay? We are all apprentices of Mr. Zhuang. If your cultivation is too poor, won't it make me lose face?"

Bai Zisheng said angrily, "I'll go back and look for a method that suits you and is not strictly controlled by the clan. You can learn it secretly when the time comes."

After saying that, he went back with Bai Zixi.

Mo Hua shook his head helplessly, but he also felt warm in his heart when he noticed Bai Zisheng's kindness. He packed up his things and went home.

At this time, Mr. Zhuang, who was resting in the bamboo room, opened his eyes, tapped the armrest of the bamboo chair with his white and slender knuckles, and murmured:

"Skills..."