Is there any mastermind behind Heishan Village?
In the next few days, Mo Hua would think about this problem when she had time, but no matter how she thought about it, she had no clue. Even if she checked it, there would be no clue for a while and she had no idea how to start.
Mo Hua can only do his own thing first, enhance his spiritual consciousness, master formations, and learn more.
If there are really something unexpected in the future, you can be confident in doing things yourself.
Needless to say, the formation is practiced every day.
Besides that, what else can you learn?
Mo Hua calculated and suddenly remembered that he still had the secret of this fireball technique.
This secret was obtained from the vigilant white-faced evil cultivator in the Black Mountain Village.
The white-faced evil practitioner practices the evil spirit-absorbing skills. The spells are actually ordinary. Only by relying on this secret book can the fireball technique have quite impressive power.
Mo Hua drove the tiger and swallowed the wolf, and killed the white-faced man, and then picked up the bargain and got this fireball secret book.
But there were so many things that Mo Hua forgot about it.
Mo Hua lay on the small desk, took out the storage bag, and searched out the secrets of fireball techniques from it.
The secret book contains the words "Watch of Fireball" and the handwriting is written by hand. The edge seal is a bit rough and there are many traces of folding.
It seems that it is not an orthodox magic inheritance, but a monk's personal magic experience.
Mo Hua opened the pages of the book, looked at them roughly, and then understood a little bit.
This "Fireball Experience" is not owned by the white-faced man, it is probably also taken by him.
The original owner of the secret book, named Yang, is just an ordinary spiritual practitioner.
He has a low talent and poor spiritual roots, so his practice is naturally not good. The only magic he can learn is this fireball technique.
But he was not discouraged, but kept practicing and studying, and even asked different spiritual practices who were proficient in fireball techniques. He spent most of his life and finally figured out a method of using fireball techniques.
This method can enhance the power of fireball technique, making this ordinary spell that is inconspicuous and looked down upon by most monks has great lethality.
The secret of the Dharma is the meridians that carry qi.
All spells, ultimately, use their spiritual sense to drive the spiritual power in the Qi sea to run to specific meridians and condense into different spells.
Even if the effects of the same spell are the same, there will always be differences in the meridian diagrams inherited.
Some are different from the meridians of the main trunk, while others are in and out of the microcosal meridians.
The original owner of the secret book spent countless time and energy to collect meridian diagrams of various fireball techniques, and finally classified them uniformly, compared them one by one, and summarized them by yourself, forming the most complex but most powerful fireball techniques meridian diagram.
At the same time, he also has various experiences about using fireball techniques, which are also recorded in the meridian diagram.
But in the end, for some reason, this secret book of experience fell into the hands of the white-faced evil cultivator.
Mo Hua finished reading this experience in one breath and couldn't help but feel emotion.
How much effort does this thin book of experience take to write it...
The monks who wrote this experience have the firmness of their nature, meticulous thoughts, and concentration that make Mo Hua feel inferior.
Mo Hua couldn't help but think that there might be many monks in this world who are as persevering and talented as such.
However, due to their own origins, spiritual roots and inheritance, these can only be abandoned or buried.
I think it's a pity for ink painting.
The original owner of this secret book should have been a stunning and stunning person, but now he is unknown and even died in obscurity.
There is only one sentence at the end of the book with experience:
The Tao is neither big nor big nor strong nor weak. If the spark is in slightest, it can also start a prairie fire.
After seeing the ink painting, I was excited.
This secret book of experience fell into the hands of the white-faced evil cultivator and was used by him to do bad things. It was indeed a pearl that was covered with dust and wasted natural resources.
Ink paintings were made in a dark decision that we must learn hard and practice this fireball technique to the extreme.
In the future, let the monks in the entire world of cultivation know the power of fireball!
Mo Hua began to learn this stronger fireball technique based on the meridian diagram from her experience.
The meridian diagram of this fireball technique is very complicated, and ink painting was originally thought to be difficult to learn.
As a result, it took him half a day to learn...
This time was much less than he expected.
Moreover, the fireball technique he used was very strange, with a darker color, with a deep dark red color, and the fireball was obviously smaller than one size.
It looks a bit weird...
For a moment, I don’t know whether I have learned it, or haven’t learned it, or have learned it wrongly...
As for the power, I dare not try ink painting.
He was afraid that something would happen if he tried, and his home was not a place to test spells.
Mo Hua thought about it and ran to Mr. Zhuang's mountain residence again, walked through the small bamboo forest, and came to the pond, preparing to practice with the fish in the pond as usual.
The silly fish in the pond were still swimming leisurely, not knowing what was going to happen.
The ink painting calms his mind and activates spiritual power. After a moment, the dark red but small fireball technique condenses.
Then, with a finger of the ink painting, the strange fireball moved with the thoughts of the ink painting, and suddenly flew directly into the pond.
A low explosion sounded.
In an instant, the water in the pond evaporated, the water plants burned to death, and only the fish in the pond were burned with charred fish bones.
Mo Hua was stunned and gradually opened her mouth wide.
The power of this fireball technique is so great...
Such power was completely beyond his expectations.
Then he suddenly thought: "Mr. Zhuang won't be angry if he exploded like this..."
When Mo Hua was not sure what to do, he turned around and saw Kuang Laozheng standing silently behind him, looking at the pond with an unexpected expression.
"Grandpa Puppet...this..."
Old Kuo said lightly: "It's okay."
Then the old puppet waved her sleeves, and the scenery in front of her was like ripples, and she returned to the same as before.
The pond is still clear, the water plants are still green, and the fish are still silly but swimming leisurely.
Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where did you learn this fireball technique?" asked Mr. Kuang.
Mo Hua took out the fireball experience from the storage bag and handed it to Mr. Kuang, "I got it from the evil cultivator."
Old Kuang took it, took a look, and nodded:
"good."
Mo Hua was delighted, and Kuang Lao said it was good, then this fireball technique should be really good.
Mo Hua asked again: "But the fireball technique I have practiced seems a bit inappropriate..."
"Improper?"
Old Kuo Wei was surprised and said, "Use it again to show me."
Mo Hua looked at the blue pond in front of her, and it was a little difficult to start.
Old Kuo said: "Don't worry."
Mo Hua felt relieved and put another fireball technique towards the pond.
The crimson fireball condensed from the fingertips of the ink painting, and suddenly shot towards the pond with a sound.
This time, no explosion sounded.
The fireball technique of ink painting flew into the pond, and the space of the entire pond began to distort, and finally the fireball was dissolved, as if nothing had happened.
Ink painting was shocked.
What level of spell is this? It can have such an effect?
When Kuo Lao saw Mo Hua's surprised expression, he showed a hint of undetectable smile in his eyes, and then said to Mo Hua:
"It's not serious, but it's also a fireball technique."
Mo Hua asked again: "Will there be no problem with using it?"
Old Kuo shook his head and said, "No problem."
Mo Hua felt relieved, and suddenly felt strange again, "Why does the color become darker and the fireball become smaller?"
Mo Hua himself couldn't figure out this question, and even if he figured it out, it might not be right. It would be better to ask Mr. Puppet directly.
Puppet old has high attainments in spells and must know the secrets.
Pu Lao said without thinking:
"It's because you condensed the spells with your spiritual sense."
"Spiritual consciousness is condensed?"
Old Kuai nodded and said, "The meridian diagram you see is the method of magical consciousness condensing spells. The more complex the meridians, the more consumed the magical consciousness, and the stronger the spell condensing."
"It looks like the formation..." Mo Hua sighed.
"The way of heaven is different and the way is the same." Kuang Lao said lightly.
"But I saw that the white-faced evil cultivator used the fireball technique, but it was only more powerful, the color was not so deep, and the fireball was not so small..."
"You have different spiritual abilities."
Puppet old man said concisely.
Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "Because I have too strong spiritual consciousness?"
Old Kuang nodded, "The magic of foundation-building consciousness and the magic condensed are naturally different."
This time Mohua was completely relieved.
By the time he practiced this fireball technique more skillfully, he would have hidden skills, invisible skills, self-protection, water prison techniques to trap enemies, and fireball techniques to attack, his strength would be much more comprehensive.
"Thank you Grandpa Pu's advice." Mo Hua said gratefully.
The old Puppet looked dull, "I didn't give anything."
Mo Hua just smiled and kept Pu Lao's kindness in his heart.
Old Kuang turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly asked, "Do you want to play chess?"
Mo Hua is a little surprised. Unless you are idle, Puppet usually rarely invites Mo Hua to play chess.
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Okay!"
Under the bamboo forest, in the square chess board.
Mo Hua fought with Pu Lao again and was hard to part with, but after playing for so long, the two of them still did not make any progress in chess skills.
It was not until the sunset was setting and dusk was approaching, and Mo Hua was about to go home, so she got up and said goodbye to Pu Lao.
When saying goodbye, Mr. Kuang's expression, which had always been dull, rarely showed a trace of reluctance.
Not only Puppet Old Man, Mr. Zhuang occasionally feels a little sad and lost during these days.
Mo Hua had some guesses in her mind.
Mr. Zhuang...maybe he is leaving Tongxian City...
He may no longer be able to ask the teacher for advice.
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Chapter completed!