Chapter 113 Spells
On the way back, Elder Yu told his son:
“Don't tell others about the ink painting formation.”
Yu Chengyi was stunned, "Why?"
“He is still young, from a low background, and very talented. He may be jealous of others, which may not be a good thing.”
“Oh.” Yu Chengyi seemed to understand.
Bai Zisheng secretly glanced at his sister Bai Zixi sitting aside and said:
“Aunt Xue asked Zixi to look at me and not allow me to fight with you.”
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and felt that Mr. Puppet was right. Spells that were too complex, too difficult, and required too much spiritual power were indeed not suitable for him.
Bai Zisheng was a little embarrassed.
Puppet Lao shook his head and said, "Same."
Ink painting refreshed.
The old man got up and left.
“…You don't have enough spiritual power to use it.”
Thinking about this, Mo Hua became excited again.
However, Puppet Lao's words reminded him, and Mo Hua took the opportunity to ask in a low voice:
“Grandpa Puppet, do you know magic?”
“Use your spiritual consciousness to mobilize spiritual power, travel along the meridians to specific acupuncture points, and form a circle of heaven, then you can condense the magic.”
Elder Yu's eyes were filled with relief, but also a little worried.
Opening the ink painting, there are three big characters written on it:
He was quite disappointed that after finally learning Shenfa, he had no use for it.
I hope this child can grow up safely...
Mo Hua was also stunned, "How about a spar?"
Bai Zixi, who was reading a book elegantly and quietly on the side, heard the words, her beautiful eyes moved slightly, she glanced at Bai Zisheng lightly, and said in a soft and pleasant voice:
“I don't need to tell Aunt Xue, but can I finish my homework?”
Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zisheng sympathetically, "You should do your homework well. I will get you some delicious food when I have time."
“Oh oh.” Mo Hua quickly followed.
Faint red spiritual power condensed at Mo Hua's fingertips, and then formed a red gaseous flame. Then, following Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness, it flew straight towards the pond.
The old man had a half-smile on his face, "But you are very knowledgeable, so you don't need to learn these complicated spells. Just learn the simplest spells."
Mo Hua glanced at Puppet Lao with some resentment.
“Shenfa itself is also a type of magic. Once you have learned Shenfa, you should understand similar principles. It shouldn't be difficult to learn Fireball at this time..."
“Extremely powerful spells, such as the Great Five Elements spells…”
Nor can wool be kept tightly in a sheaf.
In case Zhang Lan rose, he taught him any town to school, and the elder of the family, it is estimated that he would not let him go.
The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "I understand a little bit." Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Can you teach me a little bit?"
“When learning spells, don't just focus on the power. The most suitable ones are the best.” Puppet Lao said.
It's okay to just learn it and use it in a low-key manner. It's not appropriate to learn from other people's stuff.
The ink painting suffered a big loss.
“At least until he is older and able to protect himself.”
“But it's impossible to hide it all the time. If Mo Hua really has a talent for formations, he won't be able to hide it sooner or later.” Yu Chengyi said again.
Puppet Lao threw a thin book to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua listened carefully and then asked:
“Grandpa Puppet, what kind of magic should I learn?”
The next day, he went to find Bai Zisheng, wanting to verify the effect of the Water Passing Step.
“You try it.” Puppet Lao said.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up.
Mo Hua opened his mouth.
The old man thought for a moment and said: "Weird and unpredictable spells, such as illusions, trickery, and strange spells..."
Puppet Lao told Mo Hua a few key points, and Mo Hua memorized them one by one, and then moved his spiritual power according to the formulas and meridian diagrams on the fireball technique.
The ink painting holds one's breath and concentrates, mobilizes spiritual power, activates the meridians, forms the surrounding sky, and then points together, aiming at the pond not far away.
Bai Zisheng is in a better mood now.
After the iron armor was painted, the ink paintings made the spirit stone, and the white ink was white, and the gift from Elder Yu was very happy.
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Fireball.
“…You have a weak spiritual foundation and cannot learn.”
“Don't you want to learn?” Puppet Lao asked.
After asking a few questions about the formation, Mo Hua wanted to speak several times but stopped.
Bai Zisheng was speechless.
The next day, Mo Hua brought some beef and snacks to the two brothers Zi Sheng and Zi Xi, and also brought some wine and meat to meet Mr. Zhuang.
Mo Hua thought that Puppet Lao was unwilling, but Puppet Lao walked a few steps, looked back at Mo Hua, and said:
The old man was willing to teach him, so it was too late for him to be grateful. There was no need to be picky.
“The key to magic is three points, spiritual consciousness, spiritual power and meridians.”
Mo Hua shook his head and said sincerely:
Aunt Xue has assigned a lot of homework, including alchemy, weapon refining, and Taoism theory. If you compete with Mo Hua, you will definitely have endless homework.
The fireball technique is very simple, and the route of spiritual power movement is also much simpler than the Water Step.
Mo Hua flipped through it a few times and found that the fireball technique recorded in Puppet Lao's book was not much different from the "Basic Qi Refining Period Spell: Fireball Technique" that he had seen before.
Besides, I didn't originally want to learn any great magic. It's best to start with the basics, as long as they are practical.
The surface of the pond was rippled and in a mess.
When he came out, he met Puppet Lao who was playing chess alone in the pavilion. Mo Hua gave Puppet Lao a few boxes of pine nuts and then played two games of Five Elements Chess with Puppet Lao.
Bai Zisheng was happy at first, then suddenly thought of something, lowered his head and looked lost.
Before leaving, the old man asked, "Are you worried?"
He hasn't seen Zhang Lan for many days. He doesn't know what he is busy with. He probably has something to do with Daotingsi and he can't get away.
“If we have a secret spar, Aunt Xue won't know about it.”
Mr. Zhuang looks like an immortal Taoist. He can neither sense blood nor spiritual power. What if he is not good at Taoism and never fights with others?
What should I do if I ask him about these things and he can't answer them?
“Your chess skills have deteriorated.” Puppet Lao said.
After trying ink painting a few times, I learned it.
But even if Zhang Lan was free, it would be hard for him to find him.
“Come with me.”
But...who else can I turn to to learn spells?
It's a bit difficult to draw with ink again.
“I want to learn, Grandpa Puppet, please teach me.”
“How about I find another way to learn magic while I have time now?”
The terrain here is open, with green grass, surrounded by small bridges, ponds, and a bamboo forest rustling in the wind.
But there is no one else who can teach him magic...
Even if he is not killed and silenced, he will probably be married into his wife.
Mo Hua was very considerate of Mr. Zhuang, so in the end he didn't ask.
After much deliberation, Mo Hua decided to be shameless and ask Mr. Xiazhuang.
You can attack if you advance, and you can defend if you retreat. This is a qualified spiritual practice.
Puppet Lao took the ink painting to another piece of grass far away from the big locust tree.
There is something missing in my heart.
The fireball exploded on the surface of the water, shaking the water, shattering the water plants, and disturbing the fish at the bottom.
Mo Hua frowned, pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa Puppet, is this fireball technique any different from other fireball techniques?"
“Aunt Xue has assigned me a lot of homework and won't let me compete with you.”
Mo Hua sighed after leaving his residence in Zuowang Mountain.
"How did you tell?" Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.
The old man nodded imperceptibly.
Nowadays, 10,000 words are updated every day, so the updates are all small chapters.
There are not many words and it is cheaper.
If I'm too lazy to think of a title later, I'll write a bigger chapter~
(End of this chapter)
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