Chapter 250 Bamboo Rice

"Doesn't this prove that this spell is powerful?"

"Not that powerful," Bai Zisheng raised his eyebrows and said confidently, "It can only trap me for about two breaths. I will use my spiritual power and break free in a while."

Mo Hua said: "In a life-and-death battle, life hangs on a thread. These two breaths are enough to determine the outcome, and also enough to decide life and death."

Bai Zisheng frowned when he heard this, thought about it, and had to admit: "You are right."

If you are not careful for a moment and are calculated by others, these one or two breaths are indeed enough to determine life and death.

Mo Hua reminded: "You should be careful in the future, don't be tricked by this unpopular spell."

Bai Zisheng nodded solemnly.

Then he thought, there are probably not many cultivators in the world like Mo Hua who have extremely strong spiritual awareness, extremely fast moves, and extremely unconventional spells.

Bai Zisheng felt a little relieved for some reason.

This is a rare opportunity. Not all cultivators can use such obscure spells. Bai Zisheng wanted to learn from Mo Hua for a while, but if he continued to learn, he would not be able to finish his homework.

Bai Zisheng had to go back to continue his homework reluctantly.

Mo Hua finished practicing the Water Prison Technique and was about to leave when Bai Zixi suddenly called him.

Mo Hua turned around and saw Bai Zixi's fair little hand took out a book from the storage bag embroidered with gorgeous light golden phoenix patterns beside him and handed it to him.

"What book is this?"

"Recipe."

Mo Hua took it and looked at it carefully. It was indeed a recipe, which recorded some delicious dishes and cooking techniques in the cultivation world.

The names of the dishes were dazzling, such as Jinbi Mantang, Haitang Yusu, Meihua Yingxue, Lushui Furong, Zhixi Yuanyang, Xianlu Mingzhu, etc.

Mo Hua was stunned, "For me?"

Bai Zixi glanced at him calmly, "For Aunt Liu."

"Oh."

Mo Hua nodded, thinking about it, it was right, he was not a chef, and it was useless to ask for this recipe.

"It's a thank you gift." Bai Zixi said in a crisp voice.

Mo Hua smiled, "Thank you, my mother will be happy to receive it."

Bai Zixi also smiled lightly, his eyebrows were like a new moon, his eyes were like a blooming flower, clear and stunning.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, "What's the point of being so beautiful?"

Mo Hua went back and flipped through the recipes on the way to see what delicious food there was. As he looked, he felt hungry.

After returning home, Mo Hua handed the recipe to Liu Ruhua, "Mom, Zi Xi asked me to give it to you."

Liu Ruhua took it, took a look, and showed joy, "Thank Zi Xi for me."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, and then pointed to a dish called "Emerald Bamboo Rice" and smiled, "Mom, I want to eat this."

Emerald Bamboo Rice is made by cutting a piece of emerald bamboo tube, putting in fragrant rice, adding some green plums, gu belly and sweet spring water, and baking it on the fire.

When the fire is ready, the green color of the emerald bamboo fades and the rice is cooked.

Split the bamboo tube, the fragrance of bamboo, the sourness of green plums, and the fragrant and glutinous rice are mixed together, which is fragrant and soft, with good color, aroma and taste.

The method is not difficult, and the ingredients are simple, not particularly rare. There are also other substitutes for a few rare ingredients.

Mo Hua picked for a long time before choosing this.

Liu Ruhua touched Mo Hua's head lovingly, "Okay, mother will make it for you."

The next day, Liu Ruhua prepared all the ingredients and tried to make it several times, and the Emerald Bamboo Rice was successful.

Mo Hua tasted it and found it soft and sticky, and the fragrance lingered on her cheeks. She couldn't help but narrow her eyes and said, "Mom, it's delicious!"

Seeing that Mo Hua was eating happily, Liu Ruhua's eyes were also full of smiles.

In the next two days, Liu Ruhua made some more and asked Mo Hua to send it to Mr. Zhuang and the brothers and sisters of the Bai family.

Mr. Zhuang liked the fragrance very much and nodded with satisfaction.

Although Bai Zisheng liked it, he preferred to eat spicy monster meat.

The favorite one was Bai Zixi. She sat under the big locust tree and ate it bite by bite. Her movements were gentle and elegant. She chewed slowly, but she never stopped and soon ate three or four sections.

"Is it so delicious?" Mo Hua was a little confused.

Bai Zixi raised her head after hearing this, picked up a section and handed it to Mo Hua.

As Mo Hua ate, he felt that it seemed to be tastier than what he had eaten that day. After eating one section, he wanted to eat more.

So under the big locust tree, the two of them ate bamboo section by section like two little pandas.

The matter of the sin cultivation came to an end. Mo Hua was doing things in the inner mountain, and it was more convenient to bleed the monsters.

In the remaining time, in addition to practicing, Mo Hua continued to draw arrays, learn to solve arrays and reverse spirit arrays.

First learn the first-grade complex array, draw it on paper after learning it, and then solve the array by himself after drawing.

Mo Hua kept drawing and solving it by himself. If he got tired of it, he would practice the reverse spirit array with nine and a half array patterns.

The progress of solving the array was very smooth. Every time he solved the complex array, Mo Hua's ability to solve the array was improved.

But the progress of the reverse spirit array was very slow.

The complete reverse spirit array has ten array patterns. The ten-pattern spiritual consciousness is comparable to the foundation building. Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness strength is far from enough, so he can't draw a complete reverse spirit array.

Even with the incomplete nine and a half array patterns, Mo Hua was finding it increasingly difficult to draw.

For the tenth array pattern above nine array patterns, the spiritual consciousness consumed for each additional stroke is almost the same as the spiritual consciousness required for drawing a whole array pattern before.

Mo Hua also had some doubts.

According to this progress, can he really have the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building period before building the foundation...

Even if he can really have such spiritual consciousness before building the foundation, how many years of array formations will he need to practice?

It won’t take decades...

Mo Hua was a little worried, and then he thought:

"I wonder if there are other ways to enhance spiritual consciousness..."

Mo Hua thought about it, and felt that it was unlikely. Among the cultivators around him, his spiritual consciousness growth was already the fastest.

Even Zisheng and Zixi, although their spiritual roots were better than his and their cultivation was higher than his, their spiritual consciousness was not as good as his.

The Bai family is a big family, and Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi are also the best in the family. This means that Mo Hua, even if placed in a big family or a big sect, has a spiritual consciousness that is not unique, but at least one of the few.

There seems to be no better way now.

Mo Hua sighed, calmed down, and stopped thinking about it.

Since the only way to rely on the formation now, just stick to painting.

One day, as long as the spiritual consciousness keeps growing, one day there will be a spiritual consciousness comparable to the foundation building, it is just a matter of time.

Ten days later, Mo Hua met Yu Chengyi and found that he looked solemn. He could not help asking, "Uncle Yu, what happened?"

Yu Chengyi was concentrating on thinking. He looked up and found that it was Mo Hua. After thinking for a while, he knew that he would know what he should know sooner or later, so he did not hide it and said:

"Something happened. Those evil cultivators took action again."

"That bald guy?"

Yu Chengyi nodded, "Yes."

Mo Hua was surprised and said, "Did he kill and rob again?"

"This time he robbed a caravan. There were more than 20 cultivators in the group. They all disappeared. Even the bodies were not seen. There were only some bloodstains at the scene."

Mo Hua's heart jumped, and he felt a little reluctant. Then he was a little confused, "There should have been caravans robbed before. Is there anything different this time?"

Yu Chengyi's expression was very solemn, which was rare in the past.

"It is different." Yu Chengyi sighed and continued: "First, there are more cultivators robbed this time, and it seems that no one survived. Second, there is a cultivator with a special identity in this caravan."

"Is he a big shot?" Mo Hua was a little curious.

"Not a big shot," Yu Chengyi said, and asked Mo Hua: "Do you still remember the Kong family?"

"The Kong family in Qingxuan City?"

"Yes."

Mo Hua naturally remembered that the Kong family forced Uncle Ji and his son to flee, and Fu Lan's family was destroyed. They also bribed the Qingxuan City Dao Tingsi, bullied the villagers, and oppressed the independent cultivators.

"In this caravan, there is a young master of the Kong family, Kong Sheng."

Thanks to Youfang Taoist You Sifang for the reward~