Chapter 59: Selection of Merits

In the end, Mo Hua didn't choose the technique. When they parted, Mo Hua's back looked a little lonely.

Bai Zixi saw it and suddenly said, "I asked Aunt Xue to bring you some spiritual objects."

Mo Hua was slightly startled. He didn't expect that Bai Zixi, who was usually cold and cold, actually had such a good heart. He couldn't help but smile, but still declined:

"No need. Cultivation is a lifelong thing. I can't rely on others to practice my whole life. What's more, I can't just take other people's things without merit or reward."

Bai Zixi's expression was calm, and it was hard to tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he said sincerely: "Thank you!"

Mo Hua is always grateful for the kindness of others.

After a few people left, Mr. Zhuang, who was sitting on the deck chair from basking in the sun to basking in the moon, slowly got up and came to the remote and dusty small study. He couldn't help but muttered:

"You must be too lazy, Mr. Puppet. This study hasn't been cleaned for a long time."

The figure of the old man suddenly appeared behind him who was originally empty:

"Since it's not necessary, what difference does it make if I clean it or not?"

"How many times have I told you not to be so elusive all the time? Make a good yard and make it spooky."

Mr. Zhuang said dissatisfied, and then walked around the study room, flipping through various books and jade slips. The already untidy study became even more messy.

"What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a few volumes of exercises." Mr. Zhuang said casually.

"Looking for that kid Mo Hua?"

"good.

"You have never cared so much about your apprentice before." The old man's tone was calm, but somewhat sarcastic.

Mr. Zhuang picked a few jade slips, spread them out on the table, sat down slowly and looked at them one by one:

"In the past, when I was devoted to the Tao, I was inevitably aloof and arrogant. Now that times have changed and I have no connection with the Tao, I naturally become a little meddlesome."

The old man stopped talking, and the room suddenly became quiet.

After a moment, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but said: "You should talk occasionally, otherwise this room would really feel eerie."

The old man said indifferently: "What do you want me to say?"

Mr. Zhuang thought for a while and said, "Tell me, what kind of exercise should I choose for the kid Mo Hua?"

"It's best not to choose."

"Why not choose?"

"If you don't interfere, you won't be involved in the cause and effect, and the kid Mo Hua will be less troubled."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "You believe in cause and effect, but I don't. Even if there is cause and effect in this world, you can't escape it if you want. Maybe I have touched the cause and effect when I came to Lizhou and accepted Mo Hua as my apprentice. It’s running and you can’t change it even if you want to.”

After saying this, Mr. Zhuang felt unlucky again and laughed at himself:

"When a person loses his Taoist heart, his mentality becomes old. This is the same as those old guys in Tianquan Pavilion who are playing tricks."

The old man said calmly: "I am the old guy in Tianquan Pavilion who is a fighter."

Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly and said, "You are still a little different." Then he changed the subject and asked, "How about "Liang Yi Gong"?"

"It's too obscure."

""Five Elements Biochemical Skill"?"

“His meridians can’t bear it.

"What about "Dao Xuan Jue"?"

"He will be chased by Daoxuanmen."

…

Mr. Zhuang spent a long time making choices, but was rejected by the puppet boss one by one. He simply asked:

"Do you have any skills there that I can take a look at?"

"The techniques I have here are not suitable either."

Mr. Zhuang sighed, "It's such a troublesome thing if you don't have a good spiritual root. Why don't you think that Mo Hua's kid doesn't have a top-grade spiritual root? It's better to choose some exercises. Like when I chose exercises back then, I only picked the best one." Just the door is enough, why bother picking and choosing.”

The old man silently rolled his eyes.

"It needs to be different, it needs to be of middle or lower level, it needs the Five Elements Spiritual Roots, and the required spiritual objects should not be too expensive..." Mr. Zhuang muttered.

"The requirement to be different is redundant..."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said, "No, to be my disciple, you must be different."

"I'm just a registered disciple, not a direct disciple who has worshiped as a master and served tea."

"You don't understand this," Mr. Zhuang said with an inscrutable look on his face. "The registered disciples are all so different, so that I, the gentleman, can be distinguished."

The old man said: "Didn't you say that masters are arrogant based on their strength, while losers rely on words..."

"Can you remember some of the nice things I said?" Mr. Zhuang was displeased.

"Back then, you were arrogant and had nothing nice to say."

Mr. Zhuang was a little annoyed and said instead: "Business matters are more important. Let's choose the technique first."

Mr. Zhuang rummaged through the house again. If he thought it was suitable, he would keep it. If it was not suitable, he would throw it away.

The old man followed Mr. Zhuang silently to clean up, and occasionally handed over one or two volumes of jade slips. Mr. Zhuang glanced at it and felt a little disgusted, but he still stayed and muttered:

"Your taste in choosing exercises is still so vulgar..."

The next day, Mo Hua painted formations all day long. Just as he was about to go home in the evening, he saw Mr. Zhuang waving to him in the bamboo pavilion.

Mo Hua walked over, saluted, and couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Sir, do you have anything to tell me?"

Mr. Zhuang directly placed a large bag of mixed jade slips and classics in front of the ink painting, "You take your pick."

Mo Hua couldn't help but open his mouth, "Sir..."

"Since you call me sir, I can't treat you too badly. Things like Kung Fu are just a piece of cake."

Mo Hua thought of Mr. Zhuang, who had always been too lazy to lie down on a recliner all day long. He looked at the large bag of exercises in front of him that were obviously carefully selected, and felt warm in his heart. He stood up and bowed respectfully.

"You choose, I will comprehend the truth first."

Mr. Zhuang waved his hand, lay down on the chair again, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Mo Hua tried not to disturb Mr. Zhuang, and gently and carefully flipped through the pile of exercises in front of him.

"Spiritual Change Secret", "Sitting Dao Gong", "Heaven and Earth Two Principles Sutra", "Immortal Path Divine Art"...

The names of these exercises are mysterious, and the effects are extraordinary. Some can increase spiritual power, some can cultivate both spiritual and physical, and some can even reduce the bottleneck in cultivation. At least thirty cycles of spiritual power can be cultivated, and most of the names of the spiritual objects required are familiar to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's current primary Qi training horizons make them familiar, which means that even if these spiritual objects are rare, they are definitely not the kind of rare treasures that are priceless, or the rare innate spiritual objects.

It can be seen that Mr. Zhuang must have spent a lot of thought when choosing these exercises.

Mo Hua silently kept these favors in mind, and then concentrated on choosing exercises.

First, pick the cheapest one, the one that requires the least spiritual objects; then find the one that can cultivate spiritual power the most; then find the one with the most suitable attributes; then find the one with the most practical effect...

Mo Hua picked and chose, and finally chose a few relatively suitable ones, and then he was worried again.

The spiritual objects required are the least, but it does not mean that they are not needed. In actual calculation, more than a thousand spiritual stones are needed.

Some of the exercises that Mo Hua has seen in the past few days cost tens of thousands of spiritual objects. Compared with them, a few thousand spiritual stones are already the cheapest.

But Mo Hua suddenly realized that even if it was only a few thousand spiritual stones, he could not afford it at all.

Mo Hua was a little frustrated.

At this time, Mo Hua suddenly turned over a jade slip with a rough surface and an unusually ancient shape. Compared with various elegant or exquisite books and jade slips, it seemed out of place.

Mo Hua took it in his hand, immersed in his spiritual consciousness, and the three ancient characters of "Tian Yan Jue" were imprinted in his mind. Mo Hua read on for a while, and suddenly felt that something seemed to be missing in the description of this technique.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered that there was no note of the required spiritual objects in this technique.

Does that mean that there is no need for additional spiritual objects in this technique?

As soon as this idea came up, it impacted Mo Hua's young mind, making Mo Hua so excited that he could not control himself.