Asking About Longevity Chapter 310

Chapter 310 Fireball Cheats

Is there anyone behind Black Shanzhai?

 In the next few days, Mo Hua would think about this problem when he had free time, but no matter how he thought about it, he had no clue. Even if he checked it, there was no clue for a while, and there was no way to start.

Mo Hua can only do his own thing first, strengthen his spiritual consciousness, master more formations, and learn more things.

 Just in case anything unexpected happens in the future, it's better to have confidence in your actions.

Not to mention the formation technique, Ni Ling Zhen Mo Hua is practicing every day.

Other than that, what else can I learn?

Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly remembered that he still had a secret book on the fireball technique.

 This secret book was obtained from the white-faced evil cultivator who was keeping watch at the Black Mountain Stronghold.

Baimian Xie practices the soul-absorbing evil skill, and his spells are actually very common. It is only because of this secret book that the fireball technique is quite powerful.

Mo Hua drove the tiger to devour the wolf, tricked the white-faced man to death, and then picked up the leak and got this fireball secret book.

 It was just that there were so many things going on that I forgot about the ink painting for a while.

Mo Hua lay down in front of the small desk, took out the storage bag, and rummaged through the secret book of the fireball technique.

The secret book contains the words "Experiences of the Fireball Technique". The handwriting is handwritten, and the edges are a bit rough, with many signs of folding.

It seems that this is not an orthodox magic inheritance, but the personal magic experience of a certain monk.

Mo Hua opened the page of the book and took a rough look, then he got a rough idea.

This "Experiences of the Fireball Technique" does not belong to the white-faced man himself. He probably killed someone to steal it.

The original owner of the secret book is named Yang, and he is just an ordinary spiritual practitioner.

His talent is not high, his spiritual skills are also poor, and his skills are naturally not good either. The only spell he can learn is the fireball technique.

But he was not discouraged. Instead, he kept practicing and studying, and even consulted with different spiritual practitioners who were proficient in the fireball technique. After spending most of his life, he finally figured out a way to use the fireball technique.

This method can enhance the power of the fireball spell, making this common spell that is inconspicuous and looked down upon by most monks have considerable lethality.

 The secret of the method lies in the meridians that move Qi.

 All spells, in the final analysis, use spiritual consciousness to drive the spiritual power in the sea of ​​​​qi to run to specific meridians and condense into different spells.

 For the same spell, even if the effect is the same, the meridian diagram passed down will always be different.

 Some are differences in the main meridians, and some are differences in the subtle collaterals.

The original owner of the cheat book spent countless time and energy to collect the meridian diagrams of various fireball techniques, and finally unified them into categories, compared them one by one, and summarized them by himself, forming the most complex, but also the most powerful meridian diagram of the fireball technique.

At the same time, his various experiences in using the fireball technique were also recorded in the meridian diagram.

 But in the end, for some unknown reason, this secret book fell into the hands of the white-faced evil cultivator.

Mo Hua read this book in one breath and couldn't help but feel emotional.

How much effort it took to write this thin volume of experience...

The monk who wrote this experience has a perseverance of mind, a meticulous thinking, and a concentration that puts ink painting to shame.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think that there might be many monks with such perseverance and talent in the world.

 You can be limited by your own origin, spiritual roots and inheritance, but you can only waste or bury these talents.

 Mo Hua feels it is a pity.

The original owner of this secret book was supposed to be a man of amazing talents, but now he is unknown and even died in obscurity.

At the end of the volume, which contains only the experience, there is a simple sentence:

The Tao is neither big nor small, the Dharma is neither strong nor weak, and even a small spark can start a prairie fire.

 Looking at the ink paintings, I felt refreshed.

This secret book fell into the hands of a white-faced evil cultivator and was used by him to do bad things. It is indeed a pearl covered in dust and a waste of natural resources.

Mo Hua secretly decided to study hard and perfect this fireball technique.

 In the future, all the monks in the cultivation world will know how powerful the fireball technique is!

 Mo Hua began to learn this stronger fireball technique based on the meridian map he had learned.

The meridian diagram of this fireball technique is very complicated, and Mo Hua originally thought it would be difficult to learn.

 As a result, it took him half a day to learn...

 This time was much less than he expected.

Moreover, the fireball technique he used was very strange. It was darker in color, showing a deep crimson, and the fireball was obviously one size smaller.

Looks a little weird...

 For a while, I don't know if I have learned ink painting, or if I have not learned it, or if I have learned it incorrectly...

As for its power, I haven't dared to try it in ink painting.

 He was afraid that something might go wrong if he tried it, and home was not the place to experiment with spells.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then ran to Mr. Zhuang's mountain home again, walked through the small bamboo forest, and came to the pond, ready to practice with the fish in the pond as usual.

 The silly fish in the pond are still swimming leisurely, not knowing what is going to happen.

　　The ink painting is composed of people who are calm and focused, and circulate their spiritual power. After a while, the dark red but small fireball technique condenses into form.

Then Mo Hua pointed his finger, and the strange fireball moved according to Mo Hua's thoughts. Suddenly, it flew directly into the pond.

 A low explosion sounded.

In an instant, the water in the pond evaporated, the water plants were burned, and only the blackened fish bones were left of the fish in the pond.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and gradually opened his mouth.

This fireball technique is so powerful...

 This level of power was completely beyond his expectation.

Then he suddenly thought: "Mr. Zhuang won't be angry if the pond explodes like this..." Mo Hua was not sure what to do when he turned around and saw the puppet master standing silently behind him, looking at the pond in surprise. .

 “Grandpa Puppet…this…”

The old man said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

 Then Puppet Lao waved his sleeves, and the scenery in front of him was like ripples, going backwards and returning to the original state.

 The pond is still clear, the water plants are still green, and the fish are still swimming silly but leisurely.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

“Where did you learn this fireball technique?” asked the old man.

 Mo Hua took out the fireball technique experience book from his storage bag and handed it to the puppet master, "I got it from the evil cultivator."

The old man took it, glanced at it, nodded and said:

"good."

Mo Hua was overjoyed. Everyone said it was good, so this fireball technique should be really good.

Mo Hua asked again: "But the fireball technique I cultivated seems a bit irregular..."

 “Irregular?”

 The old man was slightly surprised and said, "Let me see if you use it again."

Mo Hua looked at the clear blue pond in front of him and felt a little hesitant to start.

Puppet Lao said: "Don't worry."

Mo Hua felt relieved and fired another fireball at the pond.

The crimson fireball condensed from Mo Hua's fingertips, and with a sudden sound, it shot towards the pond again.

This time there was no explosion.

 The fireball technique drawn by the ink flew into the pond, and the space of the entire pond began to distort, and finally the fireball was dissolved, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Hua was shocked.

 What level of spell is this? How could it have such an effect?

Seeing Mo Hua's surprised expression, Mr. Puppet showed an imperceptible smile in his eyes, and then said to Mo Hua:

“It's not serious, but it's also a fireball technique.”

Mo Hua asked again: "Is there no problem with using it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No problem."

Mo Hua was relieved, but suddenly felt strange, "Why does the color become darker and the fireball become smaller?"

Mo Hua himself can't figure out this question. Even if he figures it out, it may not be correct. It's better to ask Mr. Puppet directly.

 The old man has high attainments in magic and must know the secrets.

The old man said directly without thinking:

“It's because you condensed the spell with your spiritual consciousness.”

 “Condensation of spiritual consciousness?”

Puppet Lao nodded and said: "The meridian diagram you see is the method of condensing spells with spiritual consciousness. The more complex the meridians are, the greater the consumption of spiritual consciousness, and the stronger the condensation of spells."

 “It's like a formation...” Mo Hua said with emotion.

 “Heaven takes different paths but leads to the same destination.” Puppet Lao said calmly.

“But I saw that white-faced evil cultivator using the fireball technique, but it was just more powerful, the color wasn't that deep, and the fireball wasn't that small…”

 “Your consciousness is different.”

Puppet Lao's words are concise and concise.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked, "Is it because my spiritual consciousness is too strong?"

Puppet Lao nodded, "Building the foundation of spiritual consciousness and condensing the spells are naturally different."

 Now Mo Hua felt completely relieved.

 When he becomes more proficient in the fireball technique, he will have the stealth technique to hide himself, the water step to protect himself, the water prison technique to trap the enemy, and the fireball technique to attack, and his strength will be much more comprehensive.

“Thank you, Grandpa Puppet, for your advice.” Mo Hua said gratefully.

The old man looked blank, "I didn't give any advice."

Mo Hua just smiled, keeping the old man's kindness in his heart.

The old man turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly asked: "Want to play chess?"

Mo Hua was a little surprised. Unless he had nothing to do, the puppet master rarely invited Mo Hua to play chess.

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Okay!"

 Under the breeze of the bamboo forest, among the square chessboards.

Mo Hua and Puppet Lao were locked in an inseparable battle again. Even though they had been playing for so long, their chess skills had not improved at all.

 It wasn't until the sun set and dusk was approaching that Mo Hua was about to go home, then he got up and said goodbye to Mr. Puppet.

 When saying goodbye, the old man's usually dull expression showed a rare trace of reluctance.

Not only the old man, Mr. Zhuang also occasionally feels a little confused and absent-minded during these days.

Mo Hua had some vague guesses in his mind.

Mr. Zhuang...maybe leaving Tongxian City...

 He may never be able to ask his teacher for advice again.

 (End of this chapter)

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