Asking About Longevity Chapter 399

Chapter 399 Journey Festival

On the mountain road, Dabai pulled the carriage and walked slowly and slowly towards Mr. Zhuang's set destination.

According to Mr. Zhuang, the place he is going to is a sect with which he has an old relationship.

Mo Hua asked what sect it was.

Mr. Zhuang did not say anything, he just said it and you will know.

 There is no second-level formation.

Mo Hua tied a big red lantern on the carriage, pasted a few pictures with the character "福" on it, and hung a big red flower around Dabai's neck.

Mo Hua first fried the pine nuts and hazelnuts for the old man.

 After a moment, Mr. Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and said:

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi also looked excited.

  Full of sophistication and rules.

 So in the afternoon, everyone stopped rushing.

 But now there is no village in front of us and no store in the back.

In the past, when he was in Tongxian City, during New Year's Day, red lanterns were hung on the streets, a wide variety of goods were displayed in the market, people were coming and going, and the smell of rice was wafting from house to house...

 It is full of dried fruits such as pine nuts, hazelnuts, and torreya nuts, but most of them are raw.

 The soft grass was covered with silk cloth and filled with food.

 Occasionally, he will point out some mistakes and let Mo Hua pay attention to them.

 In the second-level state boundaries, generally only the first-level formations are used.

Bai Zixi looked calm and gentle, but she was wondering in her heart, was it a rabbit she just pinched?

 Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were reviewing the formations taught to them by Mr. Xizhuang.

 “Just a little... fatter.”

 “Are we celebrating the New Year in a lively way again?”

Each time he draws a thick earth formation on the ground, Mo Hua feels that his spiritual consciousness is more integrated with the earth, and his understanding of the earth's Tao Yuan is also deepened.

 Then the meal was served.

The old man also nodded, "You have everything you want."

 “This needs to be spicy to taste better, put more...”

Before releasing it, Mo Hua was still a little worried, "It won't scare the monsters in the mountains..."

The second-grade formation consumes a lot of spirit stones, and most families and sects within the second-grade cannot afford it.

 “Like…” the ink painting said without conscience.

 Then comes cooking.

Bai Zisheng watched eagerly from the side and occasionally said:

 That day everyone was sitting in the carriage.

 “This should be fried, not boiled.”

 “And mom and dad, are you in good health and safe?”

 It is a pity that although some of the formations calculated by Yan are not seen in ink paintings, most of them are not rare.

Mo Hua smiled, nodded and said:

"good!"

 The little rabbit has grown fat and turned into a pig.

Mo Hua didn't ask any more questions.

 The carriage only needs to stop to rest midway.

“Whatever you want, just ask Mr. Zhuang.” Mr. Zhuang said.

 In the night, the fireworks are bright.

 “I don't know if they miss me...”

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that it was right.

Mo Hua was relieved.

 The old man nodded, and then handed over a storage bag.

 “It's the New Year.”

Just like this, while rushing on the road, while sensing, while calculating, while verifying.

 The three disciples were all startled.

The little white hands were holding the white dough, not knowing what they were kneading.

Mr. Zhuang is relaxing with his eyes closed.

 The number of formation lines is still only between seven and nine lines.

 At first, Mo Hua thought he had missed it.

He had eaten a lot of pine nuts and wanted to change his taste, so he bought a lot of them.

 “Yes.” Mr. Zhuang nodded gently.

 For Mo Hua, this is not the most lively year, but it is the first time that I spend the New Year with my master, senior brother, senior sister and puppet grandpa.

Mo Hua said with a smile.

 Next, it's time to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

Mo Hua was stunned.

 Benefiting from this, the spiritual calculation of ink painting has become more and more proficient.

 So he had finished eating some of the pine nuts that Mo Hua fried for him before.

There is only a remote mountain road, with cliffs on both sides and weeds on the roadside.

I just don't know if the sound is crispy or not when I take it.

The morning glow has also faded, and the night is gradually getting darker.

Bai Zisheng was also lying on the ground, chatting with Mo Hua, occasionally stumbling over his words.

 The eyes of the three children are all shining.

 So everyone, mainly ink paintings of course, started to prepare.

 Not only practice formations, understand the Taoist aggregates, but also enhance your spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua was slightly startled and opened it to take a look.

Most of the formation masters who can draw second-level formations will not stay in the second-level state boundaries.

Mo Hua was a little curious, but he resisted his curiosity and didn't look at it.

Bai Zixi helped Mo Hua knead the dough. As she kneaded it, she formed small dough.

 Puppet Lao looked at the ink painting with some expectancy.

 After eating and drinking enough, Mo Hua no longer misses home.

Mo Hua calculated the time and it seems that today is indeed the New Year's Eve.

 For Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, the big family's New Year's Day seems prosperous but deserted.

 In addition, there is no final battle that ink painting is looking for.

Dabai was not very willing, but he couldn't resist the ink painting.

 There are rice cakes and other kinds of pasta and snacks.

Mo Hua immediately became happy.

Mo Hua kept these problems in his mind one by one and considered them over and over again to try not to make them again next time.

Along the way, Mr. Zhuang also asked Mo Hua to pay careful attention and calculate with his spiritual consciousness to find traces of the formation.

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

Mo Hua would run out of the car, let go of his spiritual consciousness, find some fresh grass, and feed it to Dabai.

I drive my car every day and have nothing to do except eat pine nuts.

 The last step is to steam the pastries.

It's quite lively.

  This is the first formation in ink painting using "earth" as the formation medium, besides the thick earth formation.

The old man nodded and said, "Wait a moment."

And many of them are new. It seems that they were just bought from some fairy city celebrating the festival.

Some of these errors are due to insufficient experience in ink painting formations and incorrect calculation of the formation pivot pattern;

 Everyone sat on the ground.

 He lay on the grass and counted the stars in the sky.

Mo Hua was thinking silently in his heart, feeling a little homesick and feeling a little depressed.

 The carriage stopped at the roadside.

Mr. Zhuang must have considerations when he acts. There may be some causes and effects that he cannot touch.

It's just that there is still some distance between the divine consciousness of the twelve lines.

 She thinks it's quite cute.

 But in a short period of time, it will be impossible to practice formations with the help of Taoist monuments.

Mr. Zhuang ate the most comfortably, Bai Zisheng ate the most cheerfully, Bai Zixi ate the most elegantly, and Mr. Puppet kept eating pine nuts and hazelnuts with the most concentration.

 Some of them were careless and missed a few formation lines;

As if being affected by his emotions, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile.

Then while watching Dabai eat grass, he practiced the thick earth formation on the ground.

Mr. Zhuang will mostly nod.

 Even the art of ink painting cannot learn the formation.

 Part of the ingredients were bought by Puppet Lao, and some were given by spiritual farmers in Qianjia Town.

He had never eaten these things during the Qi Refining Period, so he didn't know what they were, but he thought of selling them together. They were probably about the same, so he bought them all together.

There are still some cases where the calculation method is wrong, so the spiritual power trajectory of the formation goes astray...

 On the contrary, it was not as simple and lively as it is now.

"rabbit!"

Under the cold moonlight, among the quiet mountains, there is a lively atmosphere of fireworks, noisy and warm.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and looked back at Mr. Puppet.

Mo Hua asked curiously:

Mo Hua felt relieved.

Mo Hua was busy all afternoon and finally finished all the dishes.

 I thought since it's the Chinese New Year, I might as well treat myself.

 Then in front of the ink painting, the person disappeared.

The breath of the Taoist monument is gradually recovering, and it seems that it will be better after a while.

 “Give me some, I've finished the previous ones.” The puppeteer whispered.

 It's time to set off fireworks.

 And ink painting has learned the thick soil formation.

 There are original flavors and some with various spices added.

Mr. Zhuang didn't mind so much and could eat anything, but he still ordered a “steamed seabass” to prevent Bai Zisheng from ordering spicy dishes.

“Senior sister, what are you talking about?”

Moreover, this formation is drawn directly on the ground.

He clapped his fingers and counted to the old man:

"Grandpa Puppet, I want lanterns, firecrackers, more than enough every year, fish, promotion step by step, cakes..." I finished counting the ink paintings one by one.

Mr. Zhuang could not have missed it.

The thick earth formation is the eleven-line absolute formation.

When I took a look at the ink painting, I found that it had everything I had mentioned.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting with some pity in his eyes and said:

 “When you are away from home, keep everything simple. But since it is the New Year, you still have to live a simple life.”

 It ate as much grass as Mo Hua fed it.

Thinking of Tongxian City, Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.

 As for Mo Hua himself, he looked at the formation book and practiced the calculations with his spiritual consciousness.

 The thick earth formation cannot be drawn on paper.

 “Thank you, Grandpa Puppet!”

 “Mo Hua, make this and eat it, this is delicious.”

 Fortunately, after observing for a few days, I found that the color of the monument was just a little grayer, and the surface of the monument was still empty. There were no other abnormalities.

In addition, the ink painting also arranged firecrackers and painted a fireworks array for setting off at night.

Bai Zixi held a strange little dough in the palm of her hand and said crisply:

The ink painting uses Taoist monuments to visualize the Taoist essence of the earth, which overloaded the Taoist monuments and has not yet recovered.

Bai Zixi frowned, "Isn't it different?"

 After half an hour, the old man appeared again without anyone noticing and threw several storage bags on the ground.

 The fireworks array is very simple, and the time is limited, so the ink painting is not too complicated.

 Thick earth formation can only be practiced in this way.

The dishes are rich, and the craftsmanship of ink painting is also good.

Puppet Lao looked around and said calmly: "No."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Are we going to go through it too?"

 Mo Hua's current spiritual consciousness also has eleven patterns, which can be used to hone his spiritual consciousness with the help of the thick earth formation.

 The old man took out part of it and put it on the table for everyone to eat. The rest was quietly stuffed into his sleeves.

"But...we have nothing." Mo Hua murmured.

“I wonder how everyone in Tongxian City is doing?”

How can a formation that floods the streets be called a "defeat formation"?

Mo Hua thought it was broken.

 After all, cannibals have short mouths.

 But Mr. Zhuang didn't ask everyone to stop, so that means he didn't.

Bai Zixi looked at the "little rabbit" in her hand again and said doubtfully: "It's not fat..."

Along the way, Mo Hua did sense some of the atmosphere of the formation, and used his spiritual consciousness to calculate the formation patterns, and showed the formation patterns to Mr. Zhuang for review.

If there are desperate formations all over the place, it will be a waste of time.

With this wonderful realization, the spiritual awareness of ink painting is not slow to grow.

 Why does it turn into a piglet after being steamed?

Mr. Zhuang was surrounded by three disciples. He felt relieved and looked confused for a moment.

 This is probably the most lively year he has lived in his lonely life for hundreds of years.

   Thank you, Taoist Brother o, for the reward from the Slowshell Beast on the roadside~

 (End of this chapter)

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