Hidden Wood

Author: Guanxu

Hidden Wood

The next day, Mr. Zhuang rarely slept in. When he saw Mo Hua, he waved to him, "Mo Hua, come with me."

Mr. Zhuang brought Mo Hua to the study and asked, "How many times have you practiced that three-talent formation?"

Mo Hua was very grateful to Mr. Zhuang in his heart. He didn't want to hide it, but the matter about the Taoist monument was a bit mysterious and he couldn't say it out loud. However, he didn't want to lie either, so he said frankly:

"Mr. Hui, I practiced it three or four times on paper, and then practiced it seven or eight times in my dream."

What he said was true, but he didn't mention the monument.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, "In a dream?"

"Well," Mo Hua said, "after I fall asleep, I can continue to draw formations in my dream."

Mr. Zhuang frowned slightly and looked at Mo Hua, only to find that Mo Hua had a frank expression and his eyes were so clear that it was as if he could see his own reflection.

Mr. Zhuang laughed and said, "I understand."

What do you know...

Mo Hua looked at Mr. Zhuang doubtfully.

Mr. Zhuang pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the ink painting and said:

"I'll just say this here. No matter who asks you in the future, you don't have to answer, let alone drawing formations in dreams."

"What if others want to get to the bottom of it?"

"While others are looking for the root cause, just follow what I said before. It's because you learned the meditation technique that you learned the formation quickly."

"Then what if someone asks me for the method of "Meditation"?"

Mr. Zhuang said nonchalantly: "If you can't give it, don't give it. If he robs him forcefully, you kill him. If he can't kill him, beat him or escape, then give him meditation skills. All skills are foreign things, only fate

It’s your own.”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and thought it made sense, but still asked:

"Then what if someone learns meditation and finds that it doesn't speed up their learning of formations?"

"In this case……"

Mr. Zhuang thought for a while and said: "You can only say that you are gifted, have a photographic memory, and can learn the formation after seeing it a few times. And remember, you must be arrogant and arrogant when you say this.

Use your contemptuous attitude to make others believe that you are a unique genius."

"Arrogant attitude?"

"I'll do it once, and you'll learn from it."

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he changed his idle look, as if a black dragon suddenly raised its head while taking a rest, looking arrogant and conceited, looking down at the small mountains.

After a moment of arrogance, Mr. Zhuang looked tired again and said to Mo Hua:

"Just like this, you can learn more when you have time."

Mo Hua was deeply shocked.

Mr. Zhuang usually looks like a fairy, but when he talks nonsense and deceives people, he is not vague at all.

When Mo Hua was alone by the pool, he pinched his waist, puffed out his chest, and looked arrogant, but he was not as arrogant as Mr. Zhuang looked.

"Cultivation is a great subject. It seems that not only cultivation and formations, but also other things should be learned from Sir."

Mo Hua made up his mind to practice this pretentious skill when he has time.

It was getting late and at dusk, Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang and went home.

After Mo Hua left, Mr. Zhuang lay on the recliner in the bamboo pavilion, thinking about his thoughts. Mr. Puppet was playing chess by himself.

The breeze passed by the pavilion. Mr. Zhuang, who had been thinking for a long time, suddenly said: "That's inappropriate."

The old man raised his eyelids and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That kid in Mo Hua..."

The old man glanced at Mr. Zhuang, "Do you think he didn't tell the truth?"

"It doesn't matter whether you tell the truth or not, there are always some words that are inappropriate to say."

"What's wrong with that?"

"You learn quickly." Mr. Zhuang frowned.

The old man was slightly startled, "Didn't you say this before?"

Mr. Zhuang said: "He is my registered disciple. He learns quickly and gets into trouble easily."

The old man was a child behind, "You can't learn that quickly. Mo Hua's talent and understanding are far inferior to yours back then. Compared with many children from aristocratic families, there are still many gaps."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "It can't be compared like this. The aristocratic family has its own background and inheritance. Under the influence since childhood, even a pig can learn formations faster than ordinary people. As for me..."

Mr. Zhuang looked indifferent and said, "There are only a handful of people in the monastic world who are more talented in formation formation than me. It is normal for them not to be able to compare with me."

Mr. Zhuang said arrogant words in a calm tone.

It's a pity that no one was there to support him. The old man was playing chess on the side without even bothering to raise his head.

Mr. Zhuang misses the ink paintings a little bit. If the ink paintings were next to him, those bright eyes would definitely be full of admiration.

Mr. Zhuang sighed and said:

"After all, Mo Hua is different. He was born as a casual cultivator and has no family background or inheritance. His formation skills are too weak. If he improves his formation skills too quickly, it will inevitably attract people's attention and even lead to death."

"You can also look forward and backward, which is a bit rare." The old man smiled half-heartedly.

Mr. Zhuang stretched his waist and said, "The trees are as beautiful as the trees, but the wind will destroy them. I didn't understand the principle of keeping a low profile and didn't look forward and backward, so I suffered a loss."

"Then what are you going to do? Stop teaching?"

Mr. Zhuang lay on the bamboo chair and tapped the armrest with his fingers. "You still have to teach. If you become my disciple, even if you are not a direct disciple, you cannot only learn this thing. Otherwise, letting others know will damage me."

His face has also been insulted to my master."

The old man said: "You didn't care about these false names before."

"As you get older, you lose face."

The old man looked at the lazy Mr. Zhuang and said, "I don't think so."

Mr. Zhuang ignored the old man and closed his eyes after speaking, as if he was deep in thought or dozing off.

The old man played chess as usual.

The night is getting darker, the evening wind blows through the mountains, and the trees rustle.

Mr. Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the mountains and forests under the night, and murmured in a low voice:

"If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it... Then if the tree is not beautiful in the forest, the wind will not destroy it."

The old man looked at him with some doubts, while Mr. Zhuang's eyes followed the ups and downs of the trees in the mountains, and he said meaningfully: "If you hide the trees in the forest, you will not stand alone in the forest."

The old man frowned.

Mr. Zhuang's eyes skipped the mountains and forests and landed in front of the courtyard door.

Every morning, the Bai family brothers and sisters would go up the mountain to visit.

Those two children are extremely talented and are the best Lin Mu.

The next morning, the Bai brothers and sisters visited the mountain as usual. The difference from the past was that when they went to the door to salute, the usually closed bamboo door suddenly opened.

At the same time, a plaque reading "Zi Wangju" appeared in front of the door.

Behind the door is a courtyard with locust trees supporting the sky, small bridges, flowing water, mist and mist, and a fairy-like atmosphere.

Bai Zisheng said blankly:

"Aunt Xue...the courtyard door is open. Is Mr. Zhuang willing to see us?"

Aunt Xue, who had always been calm, also had ups and downs in her mood for a moment, "It should be."

Then she thought silently:

"It's fine if Mr. Zhuang wants to see us. Even if he doesn't accept the young master and young lady as his disciples at this time, he can at least accompany them first. With the talents of the young master and young lady, Mr. Zhuang will agree sooner or later."

Bai Zisheng looked slightly uneasy. He looked at his sister on the side and found that Bai Zixi's delicate face was as cold as ever, without any extra emotions.

A trace of distress flashed in Bai Zisheng's eyes, and then he silently blocked his sister behind him and walked into the yard.

Thank you for the tip of electroplated eyelids~
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