Asking About Longevity Chapter 114

Chapter 114 Fireball

 Is this a spell?

Mo Hua opened his eyes wide and was surprised.

 Obviously, just by running the spiritual power according to certain meridians, and using the spiritual consciousness to mobilize the spiritual power, it can be condensed into spells with different attributes to achieve power beyond Mo Hua's expectation.

 After a period of turmoil, the pond returned to calm.

 Only the mottled water marks on the shore and the burnt water plants on the water indicate what happened.

In the past few days, Mo Hua has been practicing fireball skills by the pond.

 Bai Zisheng didn't want to leave because doing homework was too boring.

Bai Zisheng asked again: "If you practice fireball here, won't it disturb Mr. Zhuang?"

The old man nodded, "Are you ready?"

Suddenly a ball of paper flew over from nowhere and hit Bai Zisheng on the head.

“Show me how to use fireball again.” Bai Zisheng said.

This

"Yes."

 The ink painting is a bit confusing.

"What are you pointing at? You don't know magic." Mo Hua was stunned for a moment.

Bai Zisheng covered his head, looked at the note, and said in surprise:

“It's over, Zixi is angry. I told her to come and play with you for a while, but unknowingly she stayed too long.”

Puppet Lao nodded, "Not bad."

 “It should be so.” Bai Zisheng said uncertainly.

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him and said calmly: "Have you finished your homework?"

If Mr. Zhuang is awake, he will run to say hello and ask some questions. If Mr. Zhuang is asleep, he will go to the bamboo forest by the pond to practice fireball.

 It is also somewhat dangerous to practice alone in the mountains and forests.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Didn't you already teach me?"

"Not exactly. The power of a spell is related to your proficiency in the spell. The more proficient you are in using the spell, the greater the power of the spell. If you use a spell proficiently, even if the spiritual power consumed remains the same, the power will be the same. It will increase." Bai Zisheng said patiently.

 Otherwise, the water in the pond would have been blown dry by the ink paintings...

 “Oh.” Mo Hua used the fireball technique again.

"Mr. Zhuang is also very kind to you, isn't he? Besides, you and Mr. Zhuang have some connections." Mo Hua said doubtfully.

 The small face has simple lines, with only a few lines and two dots, and it seems unhappy.

After Bai Zisheng looked at it, his interest suddenly waned, and he curled his lips and said:

 “It's just a fireball spell…”

Bai Zisheng nodded and looked at Mo Hua with some envy, "Mr. Zhuang is so kind to you..."

 After that, Mo Hua followed what Bai Zisheng said and tried to use his spiritual power accurately every time. The power of the fireball technique was indeed stronger.

Mo Hua suddenly realized it and asked Bai Zisheng a few more questions.

“I'm not playing, I'm practicing magic?” Mo Hua corrected.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile.

 The ink painting stood there blankly.

 “What do you feel?” Mo Hua asked doubtfully.

Bai Zisheng stood up in a hurry, said, "Practice more," and ran away.

Mo Hua scratched his head and said, "Grandpa Puppet, what should I practice next?"

"No," Bai Zisheng became dejected instantly, "I heard something moving here, so I secretly came over to take a look. I have to go back later."

“You don't know even if I tell you, but you will understand it after practicing it a hundred times.” Puppet Lao said.

Bai Zisheng consoled him: "It's not bad, I thought you would learn something great."

 Bai Zisheng waved his hand, "You don't understand..." He thought for a while and said nothing more.

Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng suspiciously.

Mo Hua didn't even know what happened. He only felt that in the blink of an eye, the traces of water on the edge of the pond had disappeared, the burnt water plants were restored, and the fish started swimming leisurely in the pond again.

 Just the power of the fireball spell, the speed of casting the spell, and the accuracy of the fireball hit are all slightly different every time.

 “Bai Zisheng?”

Mo Hua shook his head, "I asked Grandpa Puppet, and he said no. Mr. Zhuang's place is far away and very quiet."

Puppet Lao glanced at the ink painting calmly, and then waved his sleeve gently.

"Oh." Mo Hua understood a little and nodded.

Bai Zisheng pointed to the meridian diagram and said:

Mo Hua was dissatisfied, "What happened to the fireball technique?"

Mo Hua used fireball to blow up the pond again.

Mo Hua asked a little embarrassedly.

"ah?"

 It was as if nothing happened just now, and Mo Hua never used that fireball technique.

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Bai Zisheng rarely showed off in front of the ink painting, giving instructions for a long time with an excited expression.

 The pond was bombed again.

 “Still practicing this?”

These are indeed as the old man said. They need to be practiced and experienced slowly before they can be fully mastered. It is difficult to express them in words.

 “Still practicing this.”

Bai Zisheng curled his lips and said, "I also have to have that ability."

 “It doesn't matter.” Puppet Lao said without hesitation.

 Fortunately, after Mo Hua left every day, the old man restored the pond.

"for example?"

 “Hmm…the power is a bit weak.” Bai Zisheng said.

 Bai Zisheng thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right."

 “It doesn't matter.” Puppet Lao said calmly.

He can't go home and practice, what if he uses fireball to burn down the house?

 Ink painting opens the meridian diagram of the fireball technique.

Bai Zisheng smiled sarcastically.

Mo Hua imitated Puppet Lao, looking experienced.

"Of course, it is impossible to be absolutely accurate. People are still people, not puppets. How can they be exactly the same every time? Just have something close to it." Bai Zisheng said again.

“You practice, I can give you some pointers.”

"Okay," Puppet Lao nodded and said, "I will officially start teaching you now."

Bai Zisheng said displeasedly: "Have you never eaten pork or seen pigs running? Although I practice martial arts, I still know some powerful spells."

Mo Hua hesitated, "What if I damage the pond and the flowers and plants? Is it okay?"

　　Fireballs exploded in the pond, disturbing the spring water. Water plants were flying all over the sky, and the fish at the bottom were also in a panic.

 In the next few days, Mo Hua ran to Mr. Zhuang when he had nothing to do.

Mo Hua then chased him and said, "Hurry up and do your homework. Don't disturb me from practicing my magic."

Mo Hua picked up the ball of paper and opened it, and found that there was a small face simply sketched with a brush.

Bai Zisheng asked curiously: "Did Mr. Puppet teach you your fireball technique?"

“Yes,” the old man said, “Practice it a hundred times first and experience it more.”

Bai Zisheng's eyes lit up, "Have you learned a spell? What spell? Show me one!"

“That's right.” Mo Hua nodded.

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 He ​​and Zixi were in awe of Mr. Zhuang. Although they would consult Mr. Zhuang if they had any questions, other than that, they generally would not bother him easily. Like Mo Hua, they would go to Mr. Zhuang for advice if they had any questions. They would never even dare to use fireball to blow up a pond in Mr. Zhuang's courtyard.

“Will the old man teach you the fireball technique?”

 “You don't understand, the right one is the best.”

Mo Hua then went to see Puppet Lao, "Grandpa Puppet, I've practiced it a hundred times!"

Seeing that Mo Hua was alone, Bai Zisheng ran over secretly and asked curiously: "What are you playing at?"

There was a roar and water splashed everywhere.

Mo Hua asked back: "Is Grandpa Puppet very powerful?"

That's right, after all, the Bai family has a long history of family education.

“To put it simply, it is the accuracy of the spiritual energy flow. If you can pass through these meridians and acupuncture points accurately every time your spiritual energy circulates, the power of the spell will definitely be improved to a higher level.”

 “Then can I practice here?”

 Mo Hua already understood the principle of the fireball technique, and after several days of practice, he also understood the use of the fireball technique.

Puppet Lao added: "It's similar to how you practice formations. Practice makes perfect. If you draw more, you will naturally understand some things, but this kind of thing is difficult to explain in words."

"For example...oh, by the way, your spiritual power is low, so you won't be able to use it even if you learn it." Bai Zisheng said.

 “It turns out you don't know either.”

 “Is my spiritual power too weak?”

 After practicing ink painting a hundred times, you will become more proficient in using the fireball technique.

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "So what exactly does this proficiency refer to?"

"Are you trying to plot against Mr. You? You have some evil intentions in your heart, so you are afraid of Mr."

The old man said calmly:

"I haven't taught you yet. What's the point of teaching fireball?"

 (End of this chapter)

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