On the mountain road, Dabai pulled the carriage and walked towards Mr. Zhuang's established destination without any speed.
According to Mr. Zhuang, the place he was going to was a sect with whom he had old friends.
Mo Hua asked what sect it was.
Mr. Zhuang kept silent and said nothing, he just knew it.
I didn't ask about ink painting anymore.
Along the way, Mr. Zhuang also asked Mo Hua to pay attention and use his spiritual sense to calculate, and look for traces of the formation.
Along the way, Mo Hua did sense the aura of some formations, and used his spiritual sense to calculate the formation patterns of the formations, and gave them to Mr. Zhuang for a look.
Mr. Zhuang would mostly nod.
Occasionally, some mistakes are pointed out to make the ink painting pay attention to it.
Some of these mistakes are because the ink painting formation is not experienced enough and the formation hub pattern is incorrect;
Some of them were careless and missed a few array patterns;
There are some other reasons, because the method of decomposition is wrong, so the spiritual trajectory of the formation goes apart...
Mohua takes these questions one by one in his heart, ponders them repeatedly, and strives to not commit them again next time.
In this way, while rushing, you can perceive, calculate, and verify.
Thanks to this, the spiritual sense of ink painting has become more and more mature.
Unfortunately, although the formations calculated by Yan are not rare, most of them are not rare.
The number of array patterns is still only between seven patterns and nine patterns.
There is no second-grade formation.
In the second-grade state realm, only first-grade formations are usually used.
Second-grade formations, spiritual stones are consumed a lot, and most family sects within the second-grade cannot be used.
Most formation masters who can draw second-grade formations will not stay in the second-grade state realm.
In addition, there is no ultimate formation that ink painting is looking for.
At first, I thought I had missed it.
But Mr. Zhuang didn't let everyone stop, so there should be no one.
Mr. Zhuang cannot miss it.
I thought about it and felt it was right.
If there are extreme formations everywhere, then there will be a lot of streets.
How can the formation of the streets be called "ultimate formation"?
Moreover, ink painting has learned to use thick soil formation.
The thick earth formation is the eleven-patterned array.
The spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua is now also has eleven patterns, which can be used to temper the spiritual consciousness with the help of the thick earth formation.
The carriage stops and rests halfway.
Mo Hua would run out of the car, let go of his spiritual sense first, find some fresh tender grass, and feed it to Dabai.
Then, while watching Dabai eat grass, he practiced the thick soil formation on the ground.
This is the only way to practice the Thick Earth Formation.
Ink painting uses Taoist stele to visualize the Taoist mortals on the earth, making Taoist stele overload, and has not recovered yet.
The ink painting thought it was broken.
Fortunately, after observing for a few days, I found that the Taoist stele was just grayer, and the surface of the stele was still empty and there were no other abnormalities.
The aura of the Taoist monument is gradually recovering, and it seems that it will be better after a while.
Mo Hua finally felt relieved.
But in a short period of time, it is impossible to practice formations with the help of Taoist monuments.
And the thick soil array cannot be drawn on paper.
In Mo Hua can only wait for a break, find a piece of land, squat on the ground to draw a formation.
Not only practice formations, understand the Taoist aggregates, but also enhance spiritual consciousness.
Every time a thick earth array was drawn on the ground, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual consciousness was in line with the earth, and his understanding of the great Taoist aggregate was also profound.
With this wonderful experience, the growth of the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is not slow.
But there is still some distance from the twelve-patterned spiritual consciousness.
...
Everyone sat in the carriage that day.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were reviewing Mr. Zhuang’s formations.
Even the formation that cannot be learned even ink painting.
Mo Hua was a little curious, but he was curious and didn't go to see it.
Mr. Zhuang must consider his actions, and there may be some cause and effect that he cannot touch on.
Mo Hua himself looked at the array book and practiced the derivation of spiritual consciousness.
Mr. Zhuang was closing his eyes and resting.
After a moment, Mr. Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and said:
"It's the New Year."
The three disciples were all stunned.
I calculated the time of the ink painting, and it seemed that today is indeed New Year's Eve.
In the past, when he was in Tongxian City, during the New Year Festival, there were red lanterns hanging on the streets, and the market was filled with a wide range of goods, people came and went, and every family was filled with the fragrance of food...
But now there is no village in front and no shop in back.
There is only a remote mountain road, with cliffs on both sides and weeds on the roadside.
Thinking of Tongxian City, Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.
"I wonder how everyone in Tongxian City is doing?"
"Are you celebrating the New Year in a lively manner again?"
"And my parents, are you healthy and safe?"
"I don't know if they miss me..."
Mo Hua muttered silently in her heart, a little homesick and a little depressed.
Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting, with a little pity, and said:
"When you go out, everything will be simple. But since it is the New Year, you still have to spend it simply."
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Do we want to pass it too?"
"Yes." Mr. Zhuang nodded gently.
"But...we have nothing." Mo Hua murmured.
"If you want anything, just look for Pu Lao." Mr. Zhuang said.
Mo Hua was stunned and looked back at Pu Lao.
Old Kuang also nodded, "You have everything you want."
Ink painting immediately became happy.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were also excited.
The eyes of the three children are all shiny.
As if he was infected by emotions, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile on the corner of his mouth.
...
So everyone, of course, started preparing for the ink paintings.
He counted at the Pu Lao with his fingers:
"Grandpa Puppet, I want lanterns and firecrackers, I have surplus every year, I have to have fish, I have to go step by step, I have to have cake..."
The ink paintings are counted one by one.
Old Kuang nodded and said, "You can wait a moment."
Then, in front of the ink painting, the person disappeared.
In half an hour, Old Kuang Ye appeared without realizing it and threw several storage bags on the ground.
When I looked at the ink painting, I mentioned it and it was indeed everything in it.
And many of them are new, and it seems that they were just bought from a fairy city where the festival was celebrated.
"Thank you, Grandpa Pu's!"
Mo Hua said with a smile.
Old Kuang nodded and handed over another storage bag.
The ink painting was slightly stunned and opened it and took a look.
It is full of dried fruits such as pine nuts, hazelnuts, and torreya, but most of them are raw.
"Fry some for me, I've finished eating the previous ones." Old Kuang whispered.
Puppet elder drives the car every day, and is idle, just eats some pine nuts.
So he had finished cooking some pine nuts for Mo Hua before.
Thinking that since it was the New Year, I simply rewarded myself.
He ate too much Matsuko and wanted to change his taste, so he bought a lot of them.
He hasn't eaten much of these Qi Refining Things and doesn't know what they are, but when he wants to put them together, he probably is almost the same, so he bought them all together.
I just don't know if I get a cracked sound, or not.
Old Kuang looked at the ink painting with some expectation.
Mo Hua smiled and nodded:
"good!"
So in the afternoon, everyone stopped rushing to go.
The carriage was parked on the side of the road.
Ink painting tied a big red lantern on the carriage, pasted a few words "Fu" and hung a big red flower around Dabai's neck.
Dabai was not very willing, but he couldn't resist ink painting.
After all, it is the shortest to eat people.
It ate so much grass that Mo Hua fed.
In addition, the ink painting also arranged firecrackers and fireworks arrays, and kept them for night time.
Next, prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Ink painting first fry all the pine nuts and hazelnuts for veteran Puppets.
There are original flavors, and some are also added with various spices.
Old Kuang took out part of it and placed it on the table for everyone to eat, and the others were quietly stuffed into his sleeves.
Then there is cooking.
Some of the ingredients were bought by Kua Lao, and some were given by Lingnong from Qianjia Town.
Bai Zisheng looked around and said occasionally:
"Ink painting, let's eat this, this is delicious."
"This one needs to be fried, don't cook it."
"This one needs to be spicy to taste good, add more..."
Mr. Zhuang didn't care so much, he could eat anything, but he still ordered a dish of "steamed sea bass" to prevent Bai Zisheng from ordering spicy dishes.
Finally, steamed pastries.
There are rice cakes, and other pasta and snacks.
Bai Zixi helped Mo Hua knead the dough. As she kneaded, she pinched the small dough.
Her fair little hands were pinching the white dough, not knowing what she was pinching.
Mo Hua asked curiously:
"Sister Sister, what are you pinching?"
Bai Zixi held a strange little dough in the palm of his hand and said crisply:
"rabbit!"
Mo Hua was stunned.
Bai Zixi frowned, "Don't it look like it?"
"Like..." Mo Hua said against her conscience.
"Just a little... I'm a little fatter."
The little rabbit has become fatter than a pig.
Bai Zixi looked at the "little rabbit" in her hand again and said in confusion: "I'm not fat..."
She thought it was quite cute.
Mo Hua spent the whole afternoon and finally finished all the dishes.
The morning glow has faded, and the night has gradually become darker.
It's time to set off fireworks.
Before putting it on, Mo Hua was a little worried, "I won't be shocked by the monsters in the mountains..."
Old Kuang looked around and said lightly: "No."
Ink painting is relieved.
The fireworks array is very simple, time is limited, and ink paintings are not too complicated.
Moreover, this formation was drawn directly on the ground.
This is the first time that the ink painting uses "earth" as the array medium to draw a formation in addition to the thick earth array.
In the night, fireworks are shining brightly.
Then the meal started.
Everyone sat on the ground.
The soft grass was covered with silk cloth and was filled with food.
The dishes are rich and the skills of ink painting are also good.
Mr. Zhuang eats the most comfortable, Bai Zisheng eats the most joyful, Bai Zixi eats the most elegantly, and Kuang Lao keeps knocking on pine nuts and hazelnuts, eating the most exclusive.
Under the cold moonlight, among the quiet mountains, there is a lively fireworks, noisy and warm.
After eating and drinking, Mohua no longer misses home.
He lay on the grass, counting the stars in the sky.
For Mo Hua, this is not the most lively year, but it is the first time I have accompanied my master, senior brother, senior sister and grandpa to celebrate the New Year.
It's quite lively.
For Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, the New Year Festival of the big family looks prosperous but has a deserted relationship.
Full of worldly style and rules.
Instead, it is not as simple and lively as it is now.
Bai Zisheng was also lying on the ground, chatting with Mo Hua in a mess, occasionally stuttering.
Bai Zixi looked calm and gentle, but she was wondering in her heart whether she was just pinching a rabbit?
Why does it turn into a pig after steaming?
Mr. Zhuang was surrounded by three disciples, feeling relieved and looked a moment of melancholy.
This is probably the most lively year he has lived in his cold life for hundreds of years.
Thank you, Taoist brother o, the reward of the dagger beast on the roadside ~
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Chapter completed!