Asking About Longevity Chapter 375

Chapter 375 Traveling in the clouds

South of Tongxian City, on the mountain road outside Shangtai City, a carriage was walking leisurely.

Thirteen-year-old Mo Hua sat on this carriage.

In addition to ink paintings, there are also Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Puppet and his junior senior brother Bai Zisheng and junior sister Bai Zixi.

 Aunt Xue couldn't get Mr. Zhuang's permission, so she didn't follow him.

 This carriage belongs to the Bai family.

 Looking ordinary on the outside, it is extremely sturdy. It is not luxurious on the inside, but it is comfortable to sit in and quite spacious enough to accommodate five or six people.

The three people in Mo Hua are still young and do not take up much space, so the space in the car seems to be more generous.

 But you can only sit cross-legged, not lie down.

  Lao Puppet was driving the car in front, Mr. Zhuang was drinking tea inside, and the three of them, Mo Hua, were lying on a small desk, doing the homework assigned by Mr. Zhuang.

These lessons are mainly about formations, and there are also some secrets of practice.

Occasionally, after walking for a long time, I will stop to rest.

Mo Hua would run off the carriage and go to the nearby hills to gather some grass to feed the horses.

This horse also belongs to the Bai family, and it is a spiritual beast with a docile temperament. Even if it encounters a monster, it will not be frightened.

According to Bai Zisheng, although this horse looks ordinary and its hair is not particularly white, its bloodline is special, and it also has a very cool name, called Yun, Long, Ji...

Mo Hua thought it was too difficult to pronounce, so he changed the name of the horse and called it "Dabai".

 Bai Zisheng was dissatisfied with the name. He felt it was weak and lacked authority.

But the horse seems to like it very much. Whenever Mo Hua calls it "Dabai", it will rub its head against Mo Hua affectionately.

Mo Hua fell in love with the big white horse more and more, so once he stopped to rest, he would think of ways to find food for Dabai. He would let go of his mind and gather grass everywhere to feed Dabai.

Dabai is not picky about food either. He will eat whatever Mo Hua feeds him.

 At this time, it was almost noon, and Puppet Lao parked his car to take a rest.

Mo Hua fed Dabai and looked back at the mountains. The sky was far away and the road was far away. He was already far away from Tongxian City. He couldn't help but sigh slightly.

 At this time, more than half a month had passed since he left.

 Ink painting gradually adapted to the wandering life.

 Different from what he had thought before, Yunyou was not about traveling around with a fairy spirit, but about sleeping in the open air and working hard.

 Fortunately, they had a big white horse-drawn carriage, otherwise the journey would have been even more difficult.

Monks in the Qi Refining Stage cannot fly or escape. They can travel thousands of miles and can only walk on two feet.

Mo Hua has never seen a monk who can fly.

Probably because the state boundaries he is in are all second-level states, and the highest level of cultivation is only foundation building.

 Flying Escape should be an ability only available to monks at the Golden Core Realm, or even above the Golden Core Realm.

If they fly to the border of the second-level state, I am afraid that if they use their cultivation, they will be wiped out by the thunderbolt as soon as they ascend to the sky, and they will truly "ascend to the sky"...

Feitian…

Mo Hua was thinking silently, and he couldn't help but yearn for it. Will he be able to cultivate the golden elixir one day and fly to the sky and escape from the earth?

It's a pity that the golden elixir is still early for him, and he hasn't even established the foundation yet.

The ink painting is a bit emotional,

Thinking about it, he felt hungry.

 But thinking about what to eat for lunch, Mo Hua lost interest.

 Along the way, most of what they ate was Bigu Pill.

Bigu Pill is simple and convenient, and can be used by monks to satisfy their hunger. However, eating it for a long time will inevitably lead to boring and poor blood flow.

But since it's a cloud tour, it doesn't matter so much.

 The pain of ink painting is still worth it.

 In addition to Bigu Pill, Mo Hua also has other foods.

Before leaving, Liu Ruhua also made a lot of dried meat and put it in a storage bag for him to take with him.

 But these ink paintings are not willing to be eaten.

In fact, he would only take out Bigu Dan to eat when he vomited after eating it, or when he felt homesick, he would take one piece.

This is made by my mother's own hands. He was wandering away and could not return home. He ate one piece after another, and it was gone after eating...

Mo Hua sighed.

 There is no village in front and no store in the back.

So this lunch, everyone ate Bigu Pill again.

 Bai Zisheng frowned.

 It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. I am used to eating spicy beef, and eating Bigu Dan every day is indeed a bit unbearable.

Bai Zixi's face had no expression, but she didn't look very happy either.

Mr. Zhuang frowned and suddenly said:

 “Don't you think about making something to eat by yourself?”

The three people in Mo Hua were startled, and then they all looked at the old man.

Mr. Zhuang also looked at him.

 Normally speaking, it seems that the old man should be the one doing the cooking.

The old man said calmly: "I don't mind, as long as you don't mind."

Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked at each other, wondering what they were worried about.

 At noon the next day, the puppeteer brought a pot of meat, and they understood.

Just the appearance alone is very disturbing...

Out of politeness, they took one bite and couldn't eat any more.

Mr. Zhuang also sighed:

 “I used to eat something like this...”

Puppet Lao rolled his eyes at him and said, "You have a bad taste now. What does it have to do with me? It's just the taste anyway. Do you like it or not?"

Mr. Zhuang naturally couldn't eat it. He thought about it and couldn't help but look at the ink painting.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi's eyes lit up and they both looked at Mo Hua.

Even the old man is looking at him.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "I don't know how to..."

Mr. Zhuang touched his chin, "It stands to reason that cooking skills can be inherited. Your mother is such a good cook, so you should be good at it too." Mr. Zhuang encouraged her.

Mo Hua looked at everyone's expectant eyes and had no choice but to nod his head.

 After that, Mo Hua recalled his mother's cooking techniques and tried to make a meat soup.

Mr. Zhuang took a sip and nodded slightly.

Bai Zixi tasted it and nodded slightly.

Bai Zisheng sighed after finishing the meal and shook his head, "It's still not as good as Aunt Liu."

 “Then you still eat so cleanly?”

Bai Zisheng said honestly: "I'm hungry..."

Although it is not particularly delicious, Mo Hua, the short General Liba, is indeed the best at cooking, so the responsibility for cooking falls squarely on Mo Hua, his younger brother.

Perhaps he really inherited Liu Ruhua's cooking skills. Mo Hua also learned food very quickly.

　After a few days, it was done well.

 But it is difficult to reconcile the opinions of all, and there are still a lot of problems.

Mr. Zhuang is weak and wants to eat something lighter; Mr. Puppet wants to eat something crispy and has a noisy chewing sound; Bai Zisheng wants to eat something spicy, preferably meat; Bai Zixi wants to eat something sweet, preferably pastry...

Mo Hua scratched his head as he listened.

 Finally he thought of a way, which was to build a separate stove.

 He drew four formations and divided them into four kitchen openings.

 One is used for steaming, one is used for dry frying, one is used for cooking, and the other is used for steaming snacks.

Mo Hua drew the blueprints and designed the formation. When he passed through a small fairy city, he stayed for a few days, spent more spiritual stones, found a weapon refiner, and built a stove.

After making it, the weapon refiner said doubtfully:

“Little brother, I can build your stove, but no one can help you draw your formation.”

Mo Hua said indifferently: "It's okay, I'll draw it myself."

So Mo Huazhen drew the formation in front of him.

 The weapon refiner was greatly shocked.

Until Mo Hua paid the spirit stone, took the stove, and left the weapon refining shop, he didn't calm down...

 The formation on the stove was drawn by Mo Hua, but the forged spirit stone was only paid by Mo Hua in advance. In the end, Bai Zi won.

 After the stove was built, Mo Hua tried to use it for four purposes.

 Made a dish of steamed fish.

 The fish must be made from spiritual animals, otherwise it cannot be steamed and it will not rotten.

 A pot of fried pine nuts.

Pine nuts are prepared for Puppet Lao. Puppet Lao likes to eat pine nuts and listen to the noise. He doesn't have to eat rice, but he has to eat pine nuts.

 Cooking a pot of beef.

This beef is demon meat and is very cheap, but it takes more time to stew and uses many spices, which makes it spicy.

 He also steamed a pot of pastries.

 Soft, glutinous, sweet…

Not only Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, but also Mr. Zhuang and Puppet were greatly shocked.

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but wonder if teaching him ink painting formations had hindered the development of his cooking skills...

Bai Zisheng still ate it all, and then regretted: "It's still not as good as Aunt Liu."

Mo Hua couldn't tolerate him anymore and snorted coldly:

 “Then do it yourself?”

Bai Zisheng said without shame: "Just do it!"

 He only felt that if he had never eaten pork, he had always seen pigs running away.

 Not to mention that he had eaten a lot of meat and had seen the process of cooking with ink paintings. According to his understanding, such a thing should be nothing.

So Bai Zisheng tried to cook a pot of meat himself.

 As a result, the cooked meat was dry and woody, had no flavor, was not chewable, and had a fishy smell.

Bai Zisheng took a sip and his face wrinkled up.

Bai Zixi was curious and tried to knead a piece of dough, but it was not steamed and was soft like a ball of white mud...

Both of them could only look at the ink paintings helplessly.

Mo Hua sighed and could only do it again for them.

 After a lot of effort, Bai Zisheng ate the dishes cooked by Mo Hua again, and was so moved that he almost cried, especially compared with what he cooked himself.

Bai Zixi ate snacks with bright eyes.

Just like that, the carriage wandered along, and before we knew it, another little half a month had passed.

 They were on their way during the day and learned formations from Mr. Zhuang in the car.

 At meal time, Mo Hua cooks.

If you don't encounter a fairy city, a small town, or some wild temples and small sects in the mountains at night, you have to sleep in the mountains.

 The carriage will naturally be accommodated by Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang is the master of the three of them, and it is natural to respect his teacher.

Furthermore, although Mr. Zhuang's complexion improved a bit after leaving Tongxian City, his breath was still a little weak.

Mohua also hopes that Mr. Zhuang can have a good rest.

The three people in Mo Hua were sleeping outside.

 Before sleeping in the open, Mo Hua first set up stone formations around him and set up early warning arrays to prevent encountering monsters or bandits.

 After that, together with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, they covered themselves with a blanket and lay down on the ground.

This blanket also belongs to the Bai family, but it has been repainted with ink formations.

 It can be used for heating and ventilation. It is warm and fluffy, not stuffy, and is very comfortable to cover.

 The night is low and the moon is cold.

 The three of them were each wrapped in a blanket, like three little caterpillars, covered in moonlight, sleeping peacefully.

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There is one more chapter before twelve o'clock.

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