Asking About Longevity Chapter 406

Chapter 406 Nanyue City

 A few months later, Mo Hua and his party finally arrived at Nanyue City.

Nanyue City is larger than Tongxian City.

On the mountain peak outside Nanyue City, Mo Hua looked into the distance and made a rough estimate. Nanyue City was about as big as two Tongxian cities.

The city tower is a little taller, but a little simpler.

 The formation above is not very advanced either.

 Of course this is for ink painting.

The city walls have been exposed to wind and sun for many years, and are somewhat cracked and mottled.

 Before entering the city, each person must pay an entrance fee of one spirit stone.

 Not all fairy cities require entry fees.

 Tongxian City doesn't want it.

On this road, almost half of the fairy cities don't want it.

 And even if there is a city entry fee, it will not be that much.

 A spiritual stone is not a small amount for ordinary casual cultivators.

What's more, the Xiaohuangzhou boundary here seems to be poorer than other places.

Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Puppet, and three young apprentices, there are a total of five people in their group.

Mo Hua handed over five spiritual stones.

 The guard collected the spiritual stone and let him go.

 They did not dare to embarrass Mo Hua.

 Because Dabai, who is tall and big, is standing next to the ink painting.

 They can afford the use of such smart horses and the monks who ride in such carriages cannot afford to offend them.

Mo Hua and the others passed through the city gate and entered Nanyue City.

 Nanyue City is larger inside and has wider roads.

However, the stone bricks on the ground are pitted due to weathering and there is a lot of dust. Most of the monks coming and going are in shabby clothes and have vicissitudes of life on their faces.

 “Master, where are we going?”

Mo Hua sat on Dabai and turned around to ask.

 “Let's find an inn to stay in first.”

"good."

Mo Hua asked a few monks, then walked along the street, turned left and right, and came to a street corner.

There is an inn at the corner of the street. There is an old plaque hanging on the inn, which reads "Nanyue Inn".

 Nanyue is only one character different from Nanyue in the name of the city.

This inn is neither luxurious nor crowded, and it looks neat and clean.

Mo Hua and the others stayed at the Nanyue Inn.

 After registering, the waiter served tea.

Mo Hua then said to the waiter:

 “Help me feed the big white horse!”

"okay!"

The waiter yelled and asked, "Little brother, what kind of fodder do you use?"

“Is there any difference in the forage?” Mo Hua asked.

“Yes, there are three types of fodder: ordinary, high-grade, and top-grade. The prices are different and the quality is different, but it is definitely worth the money.”

The waiter explained eloquently.

Mo Hua asked about the price again and found that even if it was top quality, it was not expensive, so he said boldly:

 “Feed the best!”

The border of Xiaohuang Prefecture is a bit desolate. I have been traveling these days and Mo Hua has not been able to find any good grass. Dabai has not eaten well and has become hungry and thin.

Although he still looked tall and strong, Mo Hua knew that Dabai must have lost weight.

"okay!"

 The waiter happily went down to move the fodder.

Mo Hua went over and touched Dabai, "There will be delicious food later, please eat more!"

Dabai nodded his head, stuck out his tongue, and licked Mo Hua's face affectionately.

Mo Hua is also smiling.

 Prepare delicious food for Dabai, and he is going to eat.

 The inn has prepared food and wine.

Mr. Zhuang and the others have already taken their seats.

When Bai Zisheng saw the ink paintings, he was a little envious and confused:

 “Why is Dabai so close to you?”

Mo Hua said confidently: "Because I fed it!"

 Bai Zisheng shook his head, "That's not right."

Not everyone will feed Dabai and he will eat it.

 At least when he fed it, Dabai was obviously a little disgusted.

Mo Hua asked: "Is the food you feed too unpalatable? That's why Dabai dislikes you?"

Bai Zisheng frowned, "Aren't they all grass? What's the difference?"

“Of course it's different. Some grass is delicious and some grass is unpalatable.”

Bai Zisheng frowned, "I'm not a horse, how do I know what grass is good to eat and what grass is bad to eat?"

Then he looked at Mo Hua in shock, "You won't taste it yourself first and then feed it to Dabai, right?"

Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zisheng with slight contempt, "I'm not you, how could I be so stupid?"

 “I am your senior brother, and you actually call me stupid?”

“Who stipulates that senior fellow apprentices must not be stupid?”

The two chattered again.

Bai Zisheng was still confused and couldn't help but ask again:

 “How on earth do you know what grass is good to eat and what grass is bad?”

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then whispered:

"I told you because you are my senior brother..." "Yeah!" Bai Zisheng nodded repeatedly.

Mo Hua pointed out:

  “There is also something to be learned about weeding.”

“The grass growing on the ground, when you look at it with your eyes, most of it is the same color…”

“But if you look at it with your spiritual consciousness, the 'color' of grass is different.”

"Some grass is light blue and rich in aura; some grass is tender green, which means it is fresh and tender; some grass is dark green, which means it is a little old; some grass is red, which means it is a bit old. It's evil; some grass is purple or black, which means it's poisonous…”

“When feeding Dabai, you must gather fresh and tender grass, even the dark green kind, and it cannot be too old. Of course, grass with aura is better..."

Then Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zisheng lightly:

“The grass you gathered looks the same, but the smell is red and green, and some of it is poisonous. It's strange that Dabai doesn't dislike you..."

 Bai Zisheng's eyes were opened.

　　It is surprising that so much knowledge can be gained from just picking up grass.

"How do you know this?" Bai Zisheng couldn't help but ask.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "How do you know this? You can tell it with just a glance and a sweep of your consciousness."

 Bai Zisheng looked complicated.

Alright, this little junior brother of his has tricked me again...

 But then he frowned again.

 Is that so?

I seem to have scanned it with my spiritual consciousness, but I have never seen the colorful things mentioned in the ink paintings...

  Could it be that the spiritual consciousness is not enough?

Bai Zisheng was struggling with the matter of "culling grass".

Mo Hua was enjoying his meal on the side.

 He has been busy for a long time and is very hungry.

While eating, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked Mr. Zhuang:

“Master, can I go to Yan Jiaoxi?”

Mr. Zhuang took a sip of the wine and nodded, "Okay."

 After speaking, he ordered: "Zi Sheng and Zi Xi will accompany you."

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both nodded and said, "Okay, Master."

 After everyone finished eating, Mr. Zhuang rested in the inn, and Mr. Puppet looked at the carriage.

Mo Huaze and Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi walked around Nanyue City to see if they could find Yan Jiaoxi.

 Ink painting starts from the perspective of the formation master.

 Yan Jiaoxi is a formation master. If he comes to Nanyue City, he should meet other formation masters.

Mo Hua asked the waiter and found out about the caves of several famous formation masters in Nanyue City.

 One or two of them are first-level formation masters who have passed the final grade.

There are still a few who can draw the first-grade nine-line formation, but they have not crossed the threshold and have never been rated. They can only be regarded as "fake first-grade" formation masters.

Mo Hua remembered the residences of several people, drew a line on the map of Nanyue City, and then visited them one by one.

 The threshold for formation division is high.

Not only the threshold for talent, but also the threshold before the cave is also very high.

 At least three young monks in Mo Hua couldn't get past it.

Although he looks extraordinary, he is indeed a bit young and looks too young.

The doorman stopped them and refused to let them in, but he was still polite and just said:

 “Sir, I am receiving distinguished guests, so please don't disturb me.”

Mo Hua then asked: "When will the reception be finished?"

"It's hard to say..." the disciple hesitated.

 After all, there were so many people lining up to see their husband, and it would take more than a month to line up one by one.

What's more, it's not certain whether Mr. Sir has time to meet these three young monks.

 He thought that Mo Hua and the others were here to become apprentices.

This kind of thing happens all the time.

The disciple then politely said: "Three little friends, please come back."

Mo Hua had no choice but to take out the Tianshu Ring and show that he was truly and truly a "first-grade formation master".

The moment he took out the Tianshu Ring, Mo Hua could clearly feel that the whole body of this disciple was shaking, and even his voice was trembling:

 “You, you…this…”

 He was a little incoherent and didn't know what to say.

Where can there be a teenage first-grade formation master?

 The disciples thought it was fake, but they didn't dare to bet.

He can also be regarded as a formation apprentice, someone who learned formations from a master.

 If it's fake, there's no problem if he stops it.

But if it is true, then he has really offended a first-grade formation master and really wants to pack up and get out...

Furthermore, even if it is a fake, someone who knows how to use the "Tianshu Ring" to fake it has an unusual status, at least he can be considered an "insider".

The disciples respectfully said:

“Little brother, please wait a moment, I'll go in and report.”

Within less than a cup of tea, a formation master with gorgeous clothes and half-white hair and beard, who looked like the master of the cave, came out and said with a smile:

“I wonder which little friend is a first-grade formation master?”

Mo Hua showed his Tianshu Ring again.

This time the master looked at the small ink painting, then at the Tianshu Ring that was one size larger on his thumb, then at the ink painting, and then at the Tianshu Ring...

 Apparently absent-minded for a while...

He heard from his disciples that a young first-order formation master came to visit him. Naturally, he didn't believe it at first.

Even though I have seen Tianshu Ring with my own eyes, I am still dubious.

Until he invited Mo Hua in and saw with his own eyes that Mo Hua could draw a first-grade formation with ease.

 After exchanging a few words about formation knowledge, I was convinced.

His attitude towards ink paintings was extremely polite, even a little respectful.

 There is no hierarchy in learning, only those who have mastered it are respected.

This young gentleman indeed has the attainments of a first-class formation master.

 (End of this chapter)

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