Chapter 375 Wandering

South of Tongxian City, on the mountain road outside Shangtai City, a carriage was moving leisurely.

Thirteen-year-old Mo Hua was sitting in this carriage.

In addition to Mo Hua, there were Mr. Zhuang, Old Kui, and his junior brother Bai Zisheng and junior sister Bai Zixi.

Aunt Xue did not follow without Mr. Zhuang's consent.

This carriage belonged to the Bai family.

It looked ordinary on the outside, but was extremely sturdy. It was not luxurious inside, but it was comfortable to sit in, and it was quite spacious, enough to accommodate five or six people.

Mo Hua and the other two were still young and did not take up space, so the space inside the carriage seemed more ample.

But they could only sit cross-legged, not lying down.

Old Kui was driving the carriage in front, Mr. Zhuang was drinking tea inside, and Mo Hua and the other two were lying on a small desk, doing the homework assigned by Mr. Zhuang.

These homeworks were mainly about formations, and there were also some secrets of cultivation.

Occasionally, after walking for a long time, they would stop to rest.

Mo Hua would run down the carriage, go to the nearby hilltop, and pull some grass to feed the horse.

This horse also belongs to the Bai family, and it is a spiritual animal with a gentle temperament. Even if it encounters a monster, it will not be frightened.

According to Bai Zisheng, although this horse looks ordinary and its hair is not particularly white, it has a special bloodline and a very cool name, such as Yun, Long, Ji...

Mo Hua thought it was too difficult to pronounce, so he changed the name of the horse and called it "Dabai".

Bai Zisheng was not satisfied with this name, thinking that it was weak and unimpressive.

But the horse seemed to like it very much. Whenever Mo Hua called it "Dabai", it would rub its head against Mo Hua affectionately.

Mo Hua liked this big white horse more and more, so once he stopped to rest, he would think of ways to find food for Dabai, let go of his spiritual consciousness, pull grass everywhere, and feed it to Dabai.

Dabai was not picky about food, and it would eat whatever Mo Hua fed it.

It was almost noon, so Kui Lao stopped the car to rest.

Mo Hua fed Da Bai, looked back at the mountains and the long road, and was already far away from Tongxian City, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

At this time, more than half a month had passed since he left.

Mo Hua also gradually adapted to the life of wandering.

Unlike what he had thought before, wandering was not about traveling around, but about eating and sleeping in the open air, running around and working hard.

Fortunately, they had Da Bai Ma pulling the carriage, otherwise it would be even more difficult.

Cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage cannot fly, and they can only walk on their two feet when traveling thousands of miles.

Mo Hua has never seen a cultivator who can fly.

Probably because the state boundaries he is in are all second-grade state boundaries, and the highest cultivation level is only foundation building.

And flying should be the ability of cultivators in the Jindan stage, or even above the Jindan stage.

If they fly to the second-grade state boundary, they are afraid that they will use their cultivation power, and as soon as they ascend to the sky, they will be wiped out by the thunder in an instant, and they will truly "ascend to the sky"...

Flying to the sky...

Mo Hua silently thought, and he couldn't help but look forward to it. Will he be able to cultivate the golden elixir one day and fly to the sky and hide in the ground?

Unfortunately, the golden elixir is still far away from him, and he hasn't even built a foundation yet.

Mo Hua was a little emotional,

Thinking about it, he felt hungry.

But thinking about what to eat at noon, Mo Hua couldn't get interested.

Most of what they ate along the way was the Bigu Pill.

Bigu Pill is simple and convenient, and can be used to satisfy the hunger of cultivators, but it is inevitable that it will be boring if eaten for a long time, and the blood will not flow smoothly.

But since it is a wandering, it doesn't matter so much.

Mo Hua can still bear this little bit of hardship.

In addition to the Bigu Pill, Mo Hua actually has other food.

Before leaving, Liu Ruhua also made a lot of dried meat and put it in the storage bag for him to take with him.

But Mo Hua couldn't bear to eat these.

He would only take them out to eat when he vomited the fasting pills, or when he missed home, he would eat a piece.

This was made by his mother herself. He was wandering outside and couldn't go home. He ate one less piece, and when he finished it, it was gone...

Mo Hua sighed.

There was no village in front and no shop behind.

So this time, everyone ate fasting pills for lunch again.

Bai Zisheng was frowning.

It was difficult to go from luxury to frugality. After being used to eating spicy beef, it was really unbearable to eat fasting pills every day.

Bai Zixi didn't have any expression on his face, but he didn't look very happy.

Mr. Zhuang frowned and suddenly said:

"Don't you want to think about making something for yourself?"

Mo Hua and the other two were all startled, and then they all looked at Kui Lao.

Mr. Zhuang also looked at him.

Normally, it seems that Kui Lao should cook.

Old Kui said calmly: "I don't mind, as long as you don't mind."

Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked at each other, not understanding what they were bothered about.

At noon the next day, Old Kui brought a pot of meat, and they understood.

The appearance alone was very annoying...

Out of politeness, they took a bite and couldn't eat anymore.

Mr. Zhuang also sighed:

"What I ate before was actually this kind of thing..."

Old Kui rolled his eyes at him, "You have a picky taste now, what does it have to do with me, anyway, it's the same taste, you can eat it or not."

Mr. Zhuang naturally couldn't eat it, he thought about it, and couldn't help looking at Mo Hua.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi's eyes lit up, and they also looked at Mo Hua.

Even Old Kui was looking at him.

Mo Hua was stunned, "I don't know how to..."

Mr. Zhuang touched his chin, "Logically speaking, cooking skills are also hereditary, your mother cooks so well, you should be good too."

Mr. Zhuang encouraged.

Mo Hua looked at everyone's expectant eyes and had to bite the bullet and nodded.

Then Mo Hua recalled his mother's cooking method and tried to make a meat soup.

Mr. Zhuang tasted it and nodded slightly.

Bai Zixi tasted it and nodded slightly.

Bai Zisheng finished eating with a huff and shook his head, "It's still not as good as Aunt Liu."

"Then why do you eat so cleanly?"

Bai Zisheng said honestly: "I'm hungry..."

Although it's not particularly delicious, Mo Hua's food is indeed the best among the short people, so the responsibility of cooking fell on Mo Hua, the little junior brother.

Perhaps he really inherited Liu Ruhua's cooking skills, and Mo Hua learned food very quickly.

After a few days, he cooked well.

But it's hard to satisfy everyone, and there are still a lot of problems.

Mr. Zhuang's blood is weak, so he wants to eat something light; Old Kui wants to eat something crispy and chewy; Bai Zisheng wants to eat spicy food, preferably meat; Bai Zixi wants to eat sweet food, preferably pastries...

Mo Hua scratched his head when he heard it.

Finally, he thought of a way, which was to make a separate stove.

He drew four formations, divided into four stoves.

One for steaming, one for stir-frying, one for cooking, and one for steaming snacks.

After Mo Hua drew the blueprint and designed the formation, he stayed for a few days when passing through a small fairy city. He spent more spirit stones and found a weapon refiner to build the stove.

After the stove was built, the weapon refiner asked in confusion:

"Little brother, I can build your stove, but no one can help you draw this formation."

Mo Hua said indifferently: "It's okay, I'll draw it myself."

So Mo Hua really drew the formation in front of him.

The weapon refiner was shocked.

He didn't recover until Mo Hua paid the spirit stones and left the weapon refinery with the stove...

The formation on the stove was drawn by Mo Hua, but Mo Hua only paid the spirit stones for it. In the end, Bai Zi won.

After the stove was built, Mo Hua tried to use one stove for four purposes.

He made a dish of steamed fish.

The fish used was from a spirit beast, otherwise it couldn't be steamed or cooked.

I fried a pot of pine nuts.

The pine nuts were prepared for Master Kui, who liked to crack them for the sound. He could skip the rice, but he couldn't skip the pine nuts.

I cooked a pot of beef.

This beef was demon meat, which was very cheap, but it took a long time to stew, and it used a lot of spices, so it was spicy.

I also steamed a pot of pastries.

Soft, sticky, sweet...

Not only Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, but even Mr. Zhuang and Master Kui were shocked.

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help wondering if his teaching of formations to Mo Hua had hindered his development in food and cooking...

Bai Zisheng still ate all the food, and then said regretfully: "I'm still not as good as Aunt Liu."

Mo Hua didn't tolerate him anymore, and snorted coldly:

"Then you can do it yourself?"

Bai Zisheng said shamelessly: "I'll do it!"

He just felt that even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

Besides, he had eaten a lot of meat and had seen Mo Hua's cooking process. With his understanding, this little thing should not be a big deal.

So Bai Zisheng tried to cook a pot of meat himself.

The meat was dry and tough, tasteless, hard to chew, and smelled fishy.

Bai Zisheng took a bite and his face wrinkled.

Bai Zixi was curious and tried to knead a dough, but it was not steamed and was soft like a ball of white mud...

The two could only look at Mo Hua eagerly.

Mo Hua sighed and could only cook for them again.

After some effort, Bai Zisheng was moved to tears when he ate the dishes made by Mo Hua, especially compared with his own.

Bai Zixi ate the snacks in small bites, and his eyes were also sparkling.

In this way, the carriage swayed and moved, and unknowingly, another half a month had passed.

During the day, they hurried on the road and learned the formation from Mr. Zhuang in the carriage.

When it was time for dinner, Mo Hua cooked.

If we don't encounter a fairy city, a small town, or some wild temples and small sects in the mountains at night, we have to sleep outdoors in the mountains.

The carriage is naturally for Mr. Zhuang to stay.

Mr. Zhuang is the master of the three people, and respecting the teacher is a matter of course.

Moreover, although Mr. Zhuang's complexion has improved a little after leaving Tongxian City, his breath is still a little weak.

Mo Hua also hopes that Mr. Zhuang can have a good rest.

Mo Hua and the other two camped outside.

Before camping, Mo Hua first placed stone formations around and set up early warning formations to prevent encountering monsters or bandits.

Afterwards, together with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, each covered with a blanket and slept on the ground.

This blanket also belongs to the Bai family, but Mo Hua has redrawn the formation on it.

It can keep warm and ventilate, it is warm and fluffy, and it is not stuffy, and it is very comfortable to cover.

The night falls, and the mountain moon is cold.

The three people are wrapped in a blanket, like three little caterpillars, covered in moonlight, sleeping quietly.

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