Asking About Longevity Chapter 367

Chapter 367 Junior Brother

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi returned to the mansion and told Aunt Xue about Mr. Zhuang's agreement to accept a disciple.

 Aunt Xue was naturally overjoyed.

She took her two brothers and sisters, Zi Sheng and Zi Xi, to accept Mr. Zhuang as her teacher and went through a lot of hard work. At this time, she finally got what she wanted, and she had an explanation for her wife.

 Just after she was overjoyed, she still had doubts in her heart:

Aunt Xue was worried at first when Mo Hua suffered a disaster, but after thinking about it, she wasn't so worried anymore.

"There is a hierarchy in learning Taoism. I was the first to get started, and I am the senior brother!" Mo Hua snorted.

If it weren't for ink painting, they might not be able to meet Mr. Zhuang, and they might not be able to become Mr. Zhuang's registered disciples.

Aunt Xue was stunned, "Very, very good?"

Bai Zisheng then said: "Aunt Xue, do you know the formation that kills the big demon?"

 But what happened next still shocked her.

　　For example, a piece of jade is like a piece of natural jade, flawless.

Mo Hua reacted and shouted with a smile:

After burning incense, worshiping heaven, and serving tea, he changed his name to Master.

 In fact, in the Bai family, there are many spiritual roots of high grade and above, while the spiritual roots of middle and lower grades, even in side branches, are considered inferior.

 Mr. Zhuang's bamboo room and ink painting can be done as long as you want to, just like at your own home.

Mo Hua also happily shouted "Master".

 Tongxian City built a great formation, destroyed the great formation, killed the great demon, and even caused a thunder disaster.

 Aunt Xue doesn't quite understand.

Mo Hua's three children lit up the incense and bowed three times to the sky, which was considered completed.

Aunt Xue couldn't help but sigh:

 “No wonder Mr. Zhuang values ​​him so much.”

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

 She heard her mother tell about Mr. Zhuang's past.

Aunt Xue was born in the Bai family and had never cared much about things in small fairy cities like Tongxian City.

Whether it is cultivation, or formations and other monastic disciplines, no one of the same age in the Bai family can compare with her.

This was the first time she heard this compliment from Bai Zixi.

Mr. Zhuang then changed his mind and accepted them as registered disciples first, and now as direct disciples.

Unexpectedly, the Bai family would be greatly favored by the child Mo Hua.

 These obscure things must have been taught by Mr. Zhuang, and they are extremely precious inheritance.

According to Mr. Zhuang, formation masters seek the way of heaven and only worship heaven, not gods or people.

 Aunt Xue also knew what Zi Xi meant.

Aunt Xue was slightly startled and asked in confusion: "Why?"

But she didn't expect that Tongxian City would encounter repeated changes, and even a big demon would appear.

 The first-grade main formation master is already a formation master, not to mention he is still so young.

 Thirteen years old, first-level formation...

 After that, the three of them served tea to Mr. Zhuang one by one, and then they could change their names and call them "Master".

 The three of them started to argue.

I have never treated a disciple like this, and it is only a registered disciple...

 Some of the Bai family members, both male and female, even felt a little ashamed when they saw her and did not dare to speak loudly.

 After all, a monk's spiritual roots and physical qualifications are equally important, and ink painting is really a bit "lackluster"...

Bai Zixi has a somewhat cold temperament. She has few friends in the clan and rarely praises people because no one deserves her praise.

 Both Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Puppet have an almost "conniving" goodwill towards ink painting.

She had a vague feeling that her husband's emphasis on ink painting was not entirely because of the formation.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, his mind moved slightly, and he said to Mo Hua:

 “You are young and have been aggrieved, so be my junior brother.”

 The ceremony is indeed simple.

Bai Zixi said calmly: "Because sir values ​​​​him very much."

Aunt Xue realized that she might have overlooked something, but she was still a little unsure and asked: "Is it really that good?"

Even if Mr. Zhuang is not free, he can sit on the doorstep and read a book casually, or go to the pond to fry fish.

On the other hand, Bai Zixi was thoughtful and said slowly:

“Maybe it's because of... ink painting?”

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both nodded.

 In the end, no one could convince anyone, so the three pairs of big, smart eyes all looked at Mr. Zhuang.

 “valued?”

Aunt Xue turned pale and said, "How is that possible? How old is he?"

Since it was Mr. Zhuang's plan, Mo Hua would be fine if he acted according to Mr. Zhuang's instructions.

  Why it was a good and auspicious day, Mr. Zhuang did not say.

Bai Zixi never praises others, because she is extremely talented, has extremely high understanding, and practices very hard. She is an excellent spiritual seedling, and of course she is also very good-looking.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both shouted "Master".

 “I am senior sister…”

Aunt Xue was a little absent-minded, and the more she thought about it, the more incredible it became.

Mo Hua is his disciple, a local monk in Tongxian City, and proficient in formations. It is perfect for him to do this.

Bai Zisheng shook his head, "That was painted by Mo Hua."

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Aunt Xue guessed that Mr. Zhuang didn't want to come forward.

Aunt Xue nodded, "Isn't that Mr. Zhuang's handiwork?"

Mo Hua flipped through the calendar and didn't find anything good about this day.

“The formation was really drawn with ink?” Aunt Xue still couldn't believe it.

 Nowadays, it is even less likely that I can take Mr. Zhuang as my teacher.

Aunt Xue sighed.

Furthermore, Mr. Zhuang's attitude towards their three disciples seems to be the same, but it is obviously biased.

　　Disciples by name can only be called "Sir", and only direct disciples can be called "Master".

 But because Mr. Zhuang was there, she felt it was natural.

Mr. Zhuang is a man of many talents and unruly temperament. He has never been such a gentle person.

 When a big demon appears in the world, someone must be causing trouble, otherwise a small fairy city would not have such a disaster happen by such a coincidence.

 “Master!”

It must be something Mo Hua said or did, or perhaps Mr. Zhuang considered something for Mo Hua.

 At first she could teach Mo Hua, and later she was able to exchange formation techniques with Mo Hua. Later, Mo Hua's formations and spiritual awareness methods were no longer understandable to her.

Aunt Xue was still a little puzzled, "Is it because of the formation? Mo Hua, this kid, is really good at drawing formations..."

 It probably depends on Mr. Zhuang's mood.

If Mr. Zhuang hadn't been there, she would have left with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi long ago.

Bai Zixi looked calm, but she also had her own persistence:

 “I want to be a senior sister!”

 But since they are from the same sect, they have to be ranked according to their seniority.

 “I'm a senior brother anyway.”

 Only now, she discovered that she might have been wrong from the beginning.

Later on, Mo Hua learned the formations faster and faster, and his talent became more and more terrifying...

But now, she praises the formation of Mo Hua as "very, very good"...

Bai Zixi is a direct descendant of the Bai family. She has seen countless classics of the Bai family since she was a child. Even if you don't know something, you don't know it at all.

Bai Zisheng scratched his head. He had never thought about this, nor could he understand it. He could not guess Mr. Zhuang's thoughts.

"You all worship Mr. Zhuang as your teacher, and you will be in the same sect from now on. Since you are in the same sect, and we share the same spirit, you should pay more attention to Mo Hua."

 She had not thought about this at first.

 burning incense to worship heaven.

The three of them, Mo Hua, can be considered true classmates.

In this way, the three named disciples under the big locust tree became disciples of Mr. Zhuang at the same time and became his direct disciples.

 These things must all be Mr. Zhuang's handiwork.

 Mo Hua can no longer be called "proficient" in formations...

 These scenes were the only ones she had ever seen in her life.

“Why did Mr. Zhuang not accept me as a disciple before, but now he suddenly changed his mind and agreed to accept me as a disciple?”

Mo Hua was greatly disappointed, but since Mr. Zhuang had spoken, he naturally wanted to listen, so he said: "Okay, sir."

“It's not very good,” Bai Zixi shook his head, “It's very, very good!”

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, his eyes full of smiles.

 A great monster in the world that no monk can defeat.

The talent of the Mo painting array is good and very flattering, but it should not be the same as Mr. Zhuang's value.

She had never heard of the formations and formation techniques that Mo Hua had mastered, let alone learned them, and she had never seen them recorded in the Bai family's Sutra Pavilion.

 It means burning incense, worshiping heaven, serving tea, and then honoring the teacher.

Bai Zixi nodded and said: "I value it very much."

It is the consensus of Bai Zixi and his sister that Mr. Bai Zixi treats ink painting well and attaches great importance to it.

Mr. Zhuang will not change his mind without reason.

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Are you still calling me sir?"

“You are the junior brother, and I am the senior brother…”

 A few days later, Mr. Zhuang chose an auspicious day and held a simple apprenticeship ceremony.

Aunt Xue said to Zi Sheng and Zi Xi:

Bai Zixi also nodded slightly, her eyes gradually brightening.

 As for why ink painting is needed to do such a dangerous thing...

Mr. Zhuang also nodded slightly, but his eyes flashed with different emotions.

Bai Zixi's eyes moved slightly.

Bai Zisheng patted his chest and promised: "Aunt Xue, don't worry, I will protect him from now on!"

 Aunt Xue thought of a tactful way of saying it.

 There is a pair of senior brothers and sisters who come from aristocratic families, are both beautiful and talented.

There is also a junior fellow student who comes from a humble background and has low spiritual roots. He looks like he is just "making up the numbers".

 (End of this chapter)

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