Asking About Longevity Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Tian Yan Jue

 When Mo Hua found Mr. Zhuang, he was taking a leisurely nap.

Mo Hua opened the food box. Inside the box were beef prepared in various ways, as well as some refreshing vegetables, and fruits that were convenient for drinking. The aroma of meat and wine slowly spread out.

Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes and said, "I have reached the fourth level of Qi Refining, which is good."

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thanks to sir for your teachings."

Mr. Zhuang waved his hand, then slowly sat up, took a sip of wine, tasted a bite of meat, and lay back leisurely.

 “How are you learning the formation?”

“I'm already trying to draw the formation of seven formations. My spiritual sense should be enough, but I still need to practice the formation for a while.”

Mr. Zhuang's expression did not change, but his chewing movements slowed down a bit, and he murmured in his heart: "The fourth level of Qi refining, seven formation patterns..."

“Sir, should I still learn the formation as before?” Mo Hua hesitated for a while and asked.

 “Any doubts?”

Mo Hua shook his head, "Putting what you have learned into practice, drawing formations on different formation media, and using the effectiveness of formations at the same time can indeed deepen your understanding of formations..."

"Then just keep doing it." Mr. Zhuang said, "Becoming a first-level or even higher-level formation master is difficult to say and easy to say. Just keep painting the formation. Keep painting, keep painting... It's just that not many people can really stick to it.”

Mr. Zhuang has some profound meaning.

Mo Hua felt relieved and was about to leave when Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked:

“Has there been any change in your Tianyan Jue?”

 “Well, my spiritual power has become stronger.”

“When you break through the realm, your spiritual power will become stronger, and it has nothing to do with the technique.” Mr. Zhuang said.

 “Then…my consciousness has also become stronger.”

“When the realm breaks through, the spiritual consciousness will also become stronger, and it has nothing to do with the technique.”

"I feel that my consciousness is more sensitive to the control of spiritual power..." Mo Hua said halfway, and suddenly became a little uncertain, "Is this not related to the technique?"

For a moment, Mo Hua felt that Mr. Zhuang's gaze seemed a little sharper. When he looked at it again, it seemed that nothing had changed. The moment just now was just an illusion.

“Draw a formation for me to see.” Mr. Zhuang said calmly.

"Oh," Mo Hua took out the paper and laid it out, holding on to his pen and asked, "Sir, what kind of formation should you draw?"

 “Draw a three-talent array.”

"yes."

I just painted the Sancai Formation ink painting not long ago, and I remember it was familiar, so I finished it in one go. Mo Hua felt quite satisfied, but when he looked at Mr. Zhuang, he found that Mr. Zhuang's attention did not seem to be on the formation.

 “Sir, is there something wrong?”

Mr. Zhuang thought for a moment and said, "Your formation speed has become faster."

“Wouldn't drawing formations become faster once the realm breaks through?” Mo Hua asked.

 “No!” Mr. Zhuang said resolutely.

"The strength of your spiritual consciousness determines whether you are qualified to learn formations. Your understanding of formations determines whether you can draw formations. Your proficiency in formations determines how fast you can draw formations. After you are proficient to a certain level, the only thing you can do is What can affect the speed of drawing an array is the control power of divine consciousness."

 “The control power of divine consciousness?”

“That's right,” Mr. Zhuang said, “Spells, controlling objects, and painting formations are all methods of cultivation in which the control of spiritual consciousness is very important. You have a low level of cultivation now and have not yet been exposed to it. You will understand it in the future.”

Mo Hua's eyes were filled with anticipation: "Then my technique is... quite powerful."

Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink painting, hesitated and said:

“The world of cultivation is so vast that it is full of wonders. Some of the effects of some exercises are so powerful that they can change your life, which is unimaginable. You can only say that this is not bad, at least it is better than ordinary exercises.”

 The old man, who had been standing in the corner without any presence, silently gave Mr. Zhuang a roll of his eyes. But ink painting is already very happy. If Mr. Zhuang, who is well-informed, can say "it's okay", then it is already very good for ink painting.

Mr. Zhuang continued: "Even so, you must understand that you must be wary of others. It is best not to tell others about your own practice. If others find out about the special features of your practice, they will definitely try to find ways to do so." Robbery will not take into account your life or death."

 “Yeah!” Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

Although he has never encountered stories about killing people to seize treasures or killing people to seize inheritance, he has read the stories many times, so he has a deep understanding of them.

 The rafters will rot when they are young, and the pigs will be slaughtered when they become fat.

“Then if someone asks you why you are so sharp, what would you say?” Mr. Zhuang took a test on ink painting.

"Hmm...or am I...talented?" Mo Hua said hesitantly.

Mr. Zhuang looks like a child who can be taught.

"Won't you get beaten up?" Mo Hua was a little unsure.

"When you say this, you can use a more humble tone. Even if you are beaten, it is better than being caught, tortured, and then killed by others." Mr. Zhuang followed the lead.

Mo Hua thinks it makes sense. Mr. Zhuang is indeed well-informed.

After talking about the martial arts, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something: "Sir, what exactly is the re-formation?"

 “Have you seen the re-formation?”

“Well, the wood fire spirit control array used in Mr. Feng's alchemy furnace at Xinglin Pavilion is a complex array.”

 “Reform, this is troublesome to talk about…”

Mr. Zhuang thought to himself, and then waved to the corner.

 Mo Hua then discovered that Puppet Lao had been standing in the corner, but he never showed any breath, so he never noticed it.

The old man retreated behind the bookshelf, and soon came out with a thick book, and handed the book to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took it and saw the four words "Preliminary Interpretation of the Fuxing Formation" written on the title page of the book.

"This book records relevant knowledge about the complex formation. There are also several basic diagrams of the complex formation in the explanations. You can take a look at it to expand your horizons, but don't spend too much energy. It's too early for you to learn this now. ”

Mo Hua was overjoyed. He was originally not embarrassed for disturbing Mr. Zhuang's rest. Now I can read and learn first, and then ask Bai Zixi or Bai Zisheng to ask. If I don't understand anything, I can ask Mr. Zhuang for advice. This will get twice the result with half the effort, and I won't disturb Mr. Zhuang too much. After all, Mr. Zhuang doesn't have many hobbies. He only eats and sleeps.

 “Thank you Mr. Zhuang!”

Mo Hua thought of Puppet Lao again. He looked around and found that Puppet Lao was missing again. After looking around again, he realized that the puppet boss was actually beside him.

 It seems that you can see him when he wants you to see him, but you can't see him when he doesn't want you to see him.

　　Maybe it's an illusion, or it may just be that the old man's aura is hidden too well.

Mo Hua handed a storage bag to Mr. Puppet. There were about seven or eight boxes of pine nuts in the storage bag, all of which were specially fried by Mo Hua's mother.

 The old man took the storage bag with a hint of joy in his eyes...

Although the old man's expression did not appear to have changed at all, Mo Hua felt that his mood at this time should be considered happy.

 “Sir, I won't disturb your enlightenment anymore.”

Mo Hua bowed and then left happily.

Mr. Zhuang sighed, "Good boy, it's really easy to worry about!"

 Then he ate another bite of meat, drank a sip of wine, and lay down leisurely.

 (End of this chapter)

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