To the south of Tongxian City, on the mountain road outside Shangtai City, a carriage was walking leisurely.
Thirteen-year-old Mo Hua sat in this carriage.
In addition to Mo Hua, there are also Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Kuang, his junior brother Bai Zisheng and his junior sister Bai Zixi.
Aunt Xue refused to let Mr. Zhuang agree, so she did not follow.
This carriage belongs to the Bai family.
It looks ordinary on the outside, but is extremely sturdy on the inside, but it is comfortable to sit and is quite spacious enough to accommodate five or six people.
The three men in Mohua are still young and do not occupy space, so the space inside the car looks more abundant.
But you can only sit cross-legged, not lying down.
Mr. Kuang was driving the car in front, Mr. Zhuang was drinking tea inside, and the three of them lay on a small desk, doing the homework assigned by Mr. Zhuang.
These homework is mainly based on formations, and there are also some secrets of cultivation.
Occasionally, after walking for a long time, I will stop and rest.
Mo Hua would run off the carriage, go to the nearby hills, and pull some grass to feed the horses.
This horse is also from the Bai family, and it is a spiritual beast with a gentle 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 there is also a very cool name, namely, what is cloud, what is dragon, what is horse...
Mo Hua thought it was too difficult to pronounce, so she changed the horse's name and called it "Dabai".
Bai Zisheng was not satisfied with the name and felt that he was weak and had no power.
But this horse seemed to like it very much. Whenever the ink painting called it "Dabai", it would rub the ink painting with its head intimately.
Mo Hua liked this big white horse more and more, so once he stopped to rest, he thought of ideas for Dabai to find food, let go of his spiritual sense, fetched weeds everywhere, and fed it to Dabai.
Dabai is not picky about food, and he eats whatever Mohua feeds.
It was almost noon, and Kuang Lao stopped to rest.
The ink painting feeds Dabai. Looking back at the mountains, the sky is far away, and the road is far away, and it is far away from Tongxian City. I can't help but sigh slightly.
It has been more than half a month since he left.
Ink paintings have gradually adapted to the life of traveling around the clouds.
Unlike what he thought before, traveling around is not a fairy-like spirit or traveling around, but sleeping in the wind and sleeping in the open and working hard.
Fortunately, they had a big white horse to pull the cart, otherwise it would have been even harder along the way.
The cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage were unable to fly and traveled thousands of miles, so they could only walk with two feet.
I haven't seen a flying monk yet.
It is probably because the state boundaries he lives in are all second-grade state boundaries, and the highest cultivation level is not just foundation building.
Flying should be a abilities that only monks above the Golden Elixir Realm have.
If they fly to the second-grade state realm, they may use their cultivation level. As soon as they ascend to heaven, they will be wiped out by the thunder in a flash and truly "ascend to heaven"...
Flying...
Mo Hua silently recited it, and I couldn't help but long for a longing. Will I be able to cultivate a golden elixir and fly to the sky and escape from the earth?
Unfortunately, the golden elixir is still early, and he has not yet built a foundation.
Ink paintings are a little emotional,
As he thought about it, he was hungry.
But when I thought about what I wanted to eat at noon, Mo Hua couldn't get interested.
Most of the food they ate along the way was fasting pills.
The fasting pill is simple and convenient, and can be used by monks to satisfy their hunger, but eating it for a long time will inevitably be boring and have poor blood and energy.
But since it's a cloud travel, there aren't so many things to pay attention to.
The bitterness of ink painting is still worth consuming.
In addition to fasting pills, ink paintings actually have other foods.
Before leaving, Liu Ruhua also made a lot of jerky meat and put it in a storage bag for him to carry it.
But these ink paintings are reluctant to eat.
It is true that when the fasting pill is vomited, it will be taken out to eat it, or when he misses home, he will eat a piece.
This was made by my mother. He was wandering away and couldn't go home. He ate one piece less and then disappeared after eating...
Mo Hua sighed.
There is no village in front and no shop in back.
So for lunch, everyone ate fasting pills.
Bai Zisheng was frowning and bitter.
It is difficult to go from extravagant to frugality. If you are used to spicy beef, you can't stand it if you eat fasting pills every day.
Bai Zixi had no expression on her face, but she didn't look very happy.
Mr. Zhuang frowned and suddenly said:
"Don't you think about making something for yourself?"
Mo Hua and the other two were stunned, and then they all looked at Old Puppet.
Mr. Zhuang also looked at him.
Normally, it seems that it is Mr. Puppet cooking.
Old Kuang said calmly: "I don't mind, as long as you don't mind."
Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng, Bai Zixi looked at each other, not understanding what they were going to mind.
At noon the next day, Pu Lao brought a pot of meat and they understood.
Just showing off is very thoughtful...
Out of courtesy, they took a bite and couldn't eat it anymore.
Mr. Zhuang also sighed:
"What I ate before turned out to be this kind of thing..."
Kuang Lao gave him a blank look, "You have a good taste now. What does it have to do with me? It's this taste anyway. Do you like it or not?"
Mr. Zhuang naturally couldn't eat it. He thought about it and couldn't help looking at Mo Hua.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi's eyes lit up and they also looked at Mo Hua.
Even Mr. Puppet was watching him.
Mo Hua was stunned, "I don't know much..."
Mr. Zhuang touched his chin, "Regardingly speaking, cooking skills are also inherited. Your mother's diet is so good, you should not be bad either."
Mr. Zhuang encouraged him.
Mo Hua looked at everyone's expectant eyes and had to bite the bullet and nodded.
Later, Mo Hua recalled her mother's cooking technique and tried to make a meat soup.
Mr. Zhuang took a bite and nodded slightly.
Bai Zixi tasted it and nodded slightly.
Bai Zisheng finished eating and shook his head, "I'm still worse than Aunt Liu."
"Then you still eat so clean?"
Bai Zisheng honestly said: "I'm hungry..."
Although it was not particularly delicious, the short man really made the best meals for Mo Hua, so the cooking was unavoidable to the junior brother Mo Hua.
Perhaps it really inherited Liu Ruhua's cooking skills and learned diet very quickly.
After a few days, I did it well.
But it is difficult to adjust everyone, and there are still many problems.
Mr. Zhuang’s blood is weak and he wants to eat lighter; Kuo always wants to eat crispy and chew it sounds; Bai Zisheng wants to eat spicy food, preferably meat; Bai Zixi wants to eat sweet food, preferably pastry...
Ink painting scratched his head as he listened.
Finally, he thought of a solution, which was to build a stove alone.
He drew four formations and divided into four stoves.
One is used for steaming, one is used for dry frying, one is used for cooking, and the other is used for steaming desserts.
When I was drawing the drawings and designing the formations, I stayed for a few days, spent some extra spirit stones, found a weapon refiner, and built the stove.
After the creation, the weapon refiner said in confusion:
"Little brother, I can build your stove, but no one can draw your formation for you."
The ink painting doesn't matter: "It's okay, I'll draw it myself."
So Mo Huazhen drew the formation in front of him.
The weapon refiner was shocked.
Until Mo Hua paid for the spirit stone, took the stove and left the refining shop, he did not recover...
The formation on the stove was painted by Mo, but the spirit stones created were just for advance payments, and Bai Zi won in the end.
After the stove is built, ink paintings will try to use one furnace and four uses.
Made a plate of steamed fish.
Fish are made of spiritual beasts, otherwise they cannot be steamed and cannot be steamed.
Stir in a pot of pine nuts.
Pine nuts are prepared for Mr. Kua, who likes to eat pine nuts and listen to the sound of the sound. You can not eat rice, but you cannot avoid eating pine nuts.
Cook a pot of beef.
This beef is a monster meat, which is very cheap, but it takes time to stew it, and uses more spices and has a stronger spicy taste.
He also steamed a pot of pastries.
Soft, glutinous, sweet...
Not only Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, but also Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Kuang were shocked.
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but wonder if teaching the ink painting formation himself hindered his development of dietary and cooking skills...
Bai Zisheng still ate all his food, and then said regretfully: "I'm still not as good as Aunt Liu."
Mo Hua couldn't stand him anymore and snorted coldly:
"Then do it yourself?"
Bai Zisheng said shamelessly: "Do it!"
He only felt that he had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running.
Besides, he ate a lot of meat and had seen the process of cooking in Mohua. Such a thing should not be anything based on his understanding.
So Bai Zisheng tried to cook a pot of meat by himself.
As a result, the cooked meat was dry and tidy, untasteful, unable to chew, and had a fishy smell.
Bai Zisheng took a bite and his little face wrinkled together.
Bai Zixi was curious and tried to squeeze a dough, but it was not steamed, and it was soft like a ball of white mud...
Both of them could only look at the ink painting with their eyes.
Mo Hua sighed and could only do it for them again.
After a while, Bai Zisheng ate the dishes made by ink painting again, and was so moved that he almost cried, especially compared with what he made himself.
Bai Zixi was eating snacks in small stutters, and her eyes were also bright.
In this way, the carriage swayed and walked slowly, and before I knew it, another half month passed.
During the day, they rushed to the road and learned formations from Mr. Zhuang in the car.
When it's time for dinner, Mo Hua cooks.
If you don’t encounter fairy cities, small towns, or some wild temples and small sects in the mountains at night, you will have to sleep in the open mountains.
The carriage will naturally be left to Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang is the master of three people, and it is natural to respect teachers and respect the truth.
Moreover, after Mr. Zhuang left Tongxian City, his complexion improved a little, but his aura was still a little weak.
In Mo Hua also hopes that Mr. Zhuang can have a good rest.
The three of Mo Hua were sleeping outside.
Before sleeping in the open, Mo Hua first inserted stone formations around him and set up warning formations to prevent encountering monsters or bandits.
Then, with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, he covered a blanket and lay on the ground.
This blanket is also owned by the Bai family, but the formation was painted by Mo again.
It can be heated and ventilated. It is warm and fluffy, and it will not be stuffy and is very comfortable to cover.
The night is low and the moon is cold.
The three of them were wrapped in a blanket, like three little caterpillars, wearing moonlight, and asleep quietly.
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