Mo Hua couldn’t help but touch his face, then lowered his head to look at his clothes, and then asked in confusion: “What are you looking at?
Bai Zisheng still couldn’t hold it back and asked: “What you just drew…is the Three Talents Formation?”
Mo Hua nodded.
“What kind of three-talent formation is it?”
“Are there many types of Sancai Formation?”
“I mean…is it the kind of three-talent array that contains six array patterns?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?”
Bai Zisheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Your cultivation level is only at 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 said: “At the third level of Qi refining, is it a great thing to be able to draw a formation containing six formations?”
He originally thought that it wouldn’t be difficult for a big family with so many geniuses to draw a few more formation patterns.
Bai Zisheng was not convinced, “It’s not that unusual.”
“Then when you are at the third level of Qi refining, can you draw the Three Talents Formation?”
Bai Zisheng didn’t want to answer, so he hesitated for a while:
“This, that… although I can’t draw it, it’s because the gentleman in the clan won’t let me. Qi refining monks have weak spiritual consciousness. If I forcefully draw complex formations, I may over-exhaust my spiritual consciousness and damage the sea of consciousness. , I won’t be able to be a formation master in the future. I can’t ruin my foundation by being greedy for merit.”
“Oh,” Mo Hua was dubious.
“However,” Bai Zisheng said again, “some monks in our clan are extremely talented. 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 his talent was good, it might be nothing in the world of monasticism where there were so many talented people.
He still understands the principle that there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside the world.
Bai Zisheng then patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and comforted:
“Although it is not uncommon to be able to draw six formations on the third level of Qi Refining, it is already very good. Even within our clan, this level of formation talent can be rated as average. As long as we work hard, we will definitely be able to do it in the future. He has made some achievements in formation.”
When Bai Zisheng said this, Mo Hua felt relieved.
His goal is not that big. He can become a first-level formation master, have the ability to make a living in the monastic world, and make his parents happy. It is enough for now. Let’s talk about what happens next.
Only Bai Zixi looked at Bai Zisheng silently.
Bai Zisheng felt a little guilty for no reason, then he looked at his nose and mouth, pretending to practice.
Among Mr. Zhuang’s three named 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 level is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, which is four levels higher than Mo Hua.
This is because the children of aristocratic families pay attention to the foundation of cultivation, pay attention to accumulation, and do not blindly pursue advancement.
They must work steadily step by step and lay a solid foundation before trying to break through. Otherwise, their cultivation will be much higher than it is now.
In terms of formation level, Mo Hua feels that he can still catch up with the Bai family brothers and sisters, but in terms of cultivation level, he may never be able to catch up.
Therefore, Mo Hua practiced regularly every morning. He spent about an hour absorbing a spiritual stone and practiced slowly and slowly by grinding the water.
Ink painting with only medium and low-grade spiritual roots can only be practiced boringly over time.
Mo Hua is not in a hurry, and he cannot be in a hurry, because there is no point in being anxious. The progress of cultivation is mostly determined by spiritual roots, and there is no shortcut.
Mo Hua was practicing that day when he suddenly felt a tingling and slightly swollen feeling in his Qi sea. He knew that his Qi sea was full and he could consider breaking through the realm and becoming a monk at the fourth level of Qi refining.
Surprised, Mo Hua suddenly realized that he had forgotten one important thing: he hadn’t chosen a technique yet! Previously, he planned to save enough spiritual stones and choose a small five-element attribute in Tongxian Sect, which was economical and applicable and did not consume too many spiritual objects from heaven and earth.
But later, the head of Tongxian Sect was replaced, Yan Jiaoxi withdrew from the sect, and the outer sect stopped teaching formations, so Mo Hua simply dropped out of school.
After being accepted as a registered disciple by Mr. Zhuang, Mo Hua was even more focused on learning the formation, so he delayed the matter of the exercises.
Mo Hua’s parents both practiced Kung Fu, but the properties of the Kung Fu they practiced were slightly different from Mo Hua’s, and they were more focused on physical cultivation, so they were not suitable for Mo Hua. There is no suitable way to learn Kung Fu outside the Tongxian Sect.
It is best to start practicing the exercises at the early stage of Qi refining. Mo Hua has reached the fourth level of Qi refining soon, so he can no longer put off the exercises.
“Zisheng, when did you learn the exercises?”
When he was free, Mo Hua asked Bai Zisheng doubtfully.
“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.”
“Seriously?” Bai Zisheng’s eyes lit up.
“really!”
Bai Zisheng immediately said: “Zixi and I learned the exercises when we first started practicing. Naturally, the sooner we learn the exercises, the better, and it is best if they are the same exercises. Otherwise, the differences between the exercises learned in different realms will be greater. It’s easier to get carried away.”
Mo Hua nodded.
Bai Zisheng suddenly thought of something and said in surprise: “You haven’t learned the exercises yet, right?”
Mo Hua shook his head and said: “No, it is not easy to choose a skill for casual cultivation.”
“No matter how difficult it is, it won’t mean that you don’t even have the skills…”
Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him, “Why don’t you eat ground meat?”
“What’s the meaning?”
“It means standing and talking without back pain.”
Bai Zisheng scratched his head and said, “It’s a pity that the family’s martial arts are not allowed to be passed on to outsiders. Otherwise, I would secretly give you some rare and good martial arts.”
Mo Hua wondered: “Isn’t the level of the exercises determined by the spiritual roots of the monks? Those with middle and lower grade spiritual roots can only learn the exercises of the middle and lower grades. Since they are of the middle and lower grades, what else can they do to be good or bad? It can’t be better than a top-grade skill.”
“You don’t know this. Some special skills have special effects. Some skills are faster to practice, some focus on body training, and some are suitable for elixir refining…”
“Of course, the level of the skill is still the most important. After all, the strength of a monk mainly depends on the amount of spiritual power. However, the spiritual root is destined and cannot be changed, so there is nothing to say.”
Is it a rare skill with special effects…
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head, “Even if there are scarce skills, I can’t practice them. The skills are scarce, and the required spiritual objects are naturally scarce. If I can’t get these spiritual objects in my life, wouldn’t it be I will never be able to make any progress in my lifetime of cultivation…”
“That’s true. I forgot that you are a casual cultivator and you can’t collect those rare heaven and earth spiritual objects…” Bai Zisheng frowned and said, “How about you ask Mr. Xiazhuang?”
Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head: “If I can get Mr. Zhuang to teach me the formation, I have already accepted his great kindness. How can I go beyond the limit and ask Mr. Zhuang to teach me the method again?”
Bai Zisheng nodded and said: “Okay, you have the guts! Only in this way can you be qualified to be my Bai Zisheng’s little brother.”
Mo Hua corrected: “I’m not your little brother.”
Bai Zisheng said: “Why not? I’m older than you, so you want to call me big brother. Zixi, do you think so?”
Bai Zisheng said and looked at Bai Zixi. Bai Zixi lowered her head and was reading a book, ignoring him.
“Zixi is also older than you, so you still call Zixi sister.” Bai Zisheng said again.
Bai Zixi was slightly startled, her dark eyelashes slightly raised, and her eyes brightened slightly.
Mo Hua snorted coldly, “You have a beautiful idea.”
“So many people want to be my little brother, but I’m not happy yet.” Bai Zisheng held his head high.
“Who cares? I won’t take you to see monsters.”
“Okay,” Bai Zisheng said angrily, “You don’t keep your word. How can you go back on your word if you have already said it?”
The two quarreled for a while, and Bai Zisheng promised not to let Mo Hua call him eldest brother again. Mo Hua also agreed to take him to see monsters at the end of the month, and then the two gave up.
Several people practiced and read until evening. When they were leaving, Bai Zisheng asked again: “What about your practice?”
“Hmm…” Mo Hua said thoughtfully, “I’ll go back and ask my parents. Anyway, I want to be an array master. An array master relies on spiritual consciousness and not much on spiritual power. Just have a suitable technique.”
“How can we make do? We are all Mr. Zhuang’s apprentices. If your cultivation is too poor, won’t it make me lose face?”
Bai Zisheng said angrily, “I’ll go back and look for it to see if there are any exercises that are suitable for you and that are not strictly controlled by the clan. Then you can learn them secretly.”
After saying that, he and Bai Zixi went back together.
Mo Hua shook his head helplessly, but 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 armrests of the bamboo chair with his slender white knuckles, and murmured: “Gongshu…”
(End of chapter)