South of Nanyue City, the second-rank Sishui Prefecture.
Sishui connects the earth from beginning to end.
The winding water flows along the river and gurgles to the distance.
I was tired of painting the ink painting formation. I lifted the curtains and looked out at the green mountains and clear waters and the misty scenery outside, and I felt refreshed and happy.
After watching for a while, he withdrew his gaze and sat back into the car safely.
Outside the car, the Puhuan always knocked on the pine nuts, listening to the sound, and driving the car.
In the car, Bai Zisheng was meditating and practicing, while Bai Zixi was reading quietly.
Mr. Zhuang leaned against the blanket, closed his eyes and took a nap, with an elegant and leisurely posture.
But his aura became even weaker.
Mo Hua frowned and was worried.
Since leaving Nanyue City, Mr. Zhuang's body seems to be getting worse day by day. Although his eyes are still gentle and free as usual, his complexion is obviously worse, and the rest time is longer.
Mo Hua asked Mr. Zhuang if he had any discomfort.
Mr. Zhuang just touched Mo Hua's head and smiled and said that he was fine so that he didn't have to worry.
But his aura didn't look like he was fine.
Ink painting can only sigh in my heart.
It was the time of the morning, and noon had passed, and the sun was bright and it made people tired.
Mo Hua cooked a pot of tea.
The tea leaves were given by Elder Su. The tea soup is tender and has a mellow taste. The ink painting also adds some spiritual herbs, ginseng and jade jujubes to regulate the blood and energy of monks and nourish the meridians.
Although it may not have much effect on Mr. Zhuang, it is also a matter of thought.
When the tea leaves are cooked, the tea is filled with fragrance and the tea fragrance is everywhere.
Mo Hua first poured a cup for Mr. Zhuang, and then poured a cup for the junior brother and sister.
Finally, I poured myself a cup and sipped in small sips.
Bai Zisheng felt sleepy in the afternoon and was a little thirsty, so he chewed peonies like a cow and drank it all in one drink.
Bai Zixi is like ink paintings, with elegant posture, lightly opening her red lips, small mouth, and savoring it carefully.
When Mr. Zhuang smelled the fragrance of tea, he slowly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, picked up the tea and drank it. His eyes lit up, and he seemed to be a little more energetic.
Mo Hua poured another cup for Mr. Zhuang, turned around and looked at the scenery outside, and suddenly asked:
"Master, where are we going?"
When Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi heard this, they both stopped the cups and turned to look at Mr. Zhuang.
When Mr. Zhuang saw three pairs of bright eyes, he felt at ease, and thought for a little while and said:
"Look south, go to the Dalishanzhou border."
"Da Lishan?"
Mo Hua muttered silently, and then asked:
"Can I build the foundation when I go there?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, "If you have reached the ninth level of Qi refining, and the fourteen lines of spiritual consciousness, you can build the foundation."
"Cultivation is a natural thing, follow the steps and don't be too hasty."
"But it's not easy to reach the fourteenth pattern of spiritual consciousness..."
Mr. Zhuang sighed slightly in his heart.
Not just not easy...
For Qi Refining Cultivators, it is rare and outrageous.
Even in the past dynasties and records of genius monks, there are almost no precedents for the fourteen-patterned spiritual consciousness of Qi refining...
Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and his mood fluctuated.
Mo Hua was still thinking about building the foundation and asked again:
"Then Master, can the spiritual consciousness break through the fourteen lines after going to the Dalishanzhou realm?
"I can only say that there is this opportunity."
Mr. Zhuang didn't say it was too specific.
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly brighter, "So, Dali Shanzhou Realm, is there a 1-grade thirteen-patterned array?"
According to what Mr. Zhuang said before, he can enhance his spiritual consciousness by comprehending and practicing the ultimate formation.
The more difficult the array is, the stronger the spiritual consciousness is required, and the deeper the training of the sea of ​​consciousness, the faster the spiritual consciousness grows.
Now the spiritual consciousness of ink painting has reached the peak of the Thirteen Patterns.
Although I practice the thick earth formation and the spiritual pivot formation every day, as these formations become more and more proficient, my spiritual consciousness grows slowly...
It's time to find a thirteen-patterned formation to learn.
Mr. Zhuang nodded and said, "Not bad."
It seems that the master has already made plans.
Mo Hua's eyes were bright and bright, and he said curiously:
"Master, what kind of ultimate formation is there in Dali Mountain?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "It's not a face..."
The ink painting was slightly stunned.
Mr. Zhuang paused, his mouth slightly raised, and a faint smile hung on his face, "It's the fifth pair."
Mo Hua's heart trembled and said in surprise:
"Fifth deputy!"
Mo Hua opened her mouth, then looked at Mr. Zhuang again, and said in confusion:
"Fifth pair...will you become a cabbage?"
Since it is an absolute formation, it must be rare.
How could there be five pairs at once?
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Guess why?"
Mo Hua blinked, held his chin, pondered for a moment before he said uncertainly:
"Is the five elements related to the five elements?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded with gratitude, "Not bad!"
His tone was a little emotional, "This is a set of five elements formations, including gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and each of the five elements has one, but the essence is the same, so the five elements are classified into one set."
When Mo Hua listened, his heart felt itchy like a kitten's claws scratching.
He wanted to know what this formation is, what the formation pattern looks like, what the structure is the formation pivot, and what its function will be after learning it.
But he still has one biggest question.
“Master…”
Mo Hua asked hesitantly, "Even if I learn the first-grade thirteen-line formation and practice it every day, my spiritual consciousness may not be able to break through the bottleneck and reach the mid-stage level of the fourteen-line foundation building..."
This is something he has only realized recently.
The later it goes, the slower the growth of spiritual consciousness, and the more difficult it is.
He is now at the peak of the thirteenth pattern, and he looks only a little bit of threshold from the thirteenth pattern.
But this threshold is like a natural barrier.
The spiritual consciousness I cultivated every day by relying on drawing formations is like a glass of water.
This glass of water flowed into the heavenly chasm and disappeared in an instant.
I want to fill this natural barrier and break through the bottleneck, but I really don’t know when it will be...
The twelve-patterned array has limited enhanced spiritual consciousness.
Even if you learn the thirteen-patterned formation, it probably won’t be much better.
Mr. Zhuang's eyes were slightly condensed and he said slowly:
"The spiritual consciousness is enhanced, only one aspect..."
"Even if the spiritual consciousness cannot be enhanced to the fourteenth pattern, and the foundation is built with the thirteenth pattern of spiritual consciousness, you must learn this formation!"
Mr. Zhuang's tone was solemn and his expression was solemn.
Mo Hua felt a little nervous, "Master, is there anything special about this formation?"
Mr. Zhuang did not answer directly, but asked:
"Mo Hua, do you think there is anything different between you and Zisheng and Zixi?"
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were both a little surprised, and then looked at the ink painting.
Mo Hua scratched her head.
There are so many different things between him and his junior brother and sister.
The only thing that is the same is that they are all disciples of Mr. Zhuang.
"Senior brothers and sisters, they are from a noble family, have good talents, good spiritual roots, and good inheritance?"
Ink painting is weak.
Mr. Zhuang nodded and sighed:
"You may not feel deeply now. When you enter the broader world of cultivation in the future, you will understand that family background, spiritual roots, and inheritance are all cold and cruel barriers, which isolate the upper-class families and the lower-class random cultivators."
"Some things that aristocratic families can do, but casual cultivators cannot do."
"You can't walk the way they can."
"They are born with good spiritual roots, food and clothing, abundant spiritual stones, and rich spiritual objects. They only need to practice. If something happens, someone will settle the future for them, and some will plan for them."
Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting, his eyes were filled with tenderness, and he felt pity:
"But you can't do it. You have to walk the future by yourself; you have to earn the spirit stones by yourself; if you offend others, no one will support you; if you encounter trouble, you have to settle it yourself..."
"But you have a very good formation talent and a very high understanding. In the future, you will definitely have some interactions with the major families, sects, and even many geniuses in the central government, and even compete for the best and worst."
"In this case, if you don't have a family or a sect, it's the biggest disadvantage."
"And you can't even refine your body, the dangers you will encounter in the future will be extremely great..."
...
The ink painting looked a little solemn.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked at Mo Hua and were also worried.
Bai Zisheng thought for a moment, made up his mind silently and said:
"Master, don't worry, I am the senior brother, and I will definitely protect my junior brother! He is my junior brother, and he is also a member of our Bai family. I will not let anyone bully him!"
Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned and looked at Bai Zisheng, feeling both surprised and relieved.
The Bai family... can still raise such a child...
It's really rare.
Mr. Zhuang patted Bai Zisheng on the shoulder, "It would be great if you have this kind of heart..."
Mr. Zhuang's meaning is implicit, and some words are not clearly stated.
Because aristocratic families have never been warm and affectionate.
The same is true for the Bai family.
In the future, Zisheng and Zixi may not be able to protect themselves...
Mr. Zhuang's eyes were bright and dark, and he sighed in his heart.
However, these two children's mothers naturally worry about them, and they can't take care of that much.
Mr. Zhuang turned his attention to ink painting again.
Mo Hua frowned and thoughtful, her clear big eyes blinked and suddenly lit up. She looked at Mr. Zhuang and asked:
"Master, is this related to the formation I will learn next?"
Mr. Zhuang sighed in his heart.
What a smart child, it's really clear.
He nodded and said, "Not bad."
Outside the car window, the Si River is surging and winding, flowing into the distance.
Mr. Zhuang said: "The geniuses in the Jiuzhou world of cultivation are like crucian carp trees crossing the river, countless..."
"But without exception, they practice their own skills, and they learn their own Taoism. All their abilities are all about enhancing their own killing."
"They fight against each other, and they all want to defeat many geniuses on their own, and they are arrogant."
"This kind of thing is extremely difficult."
"You need outstanding spiritual roots, profound family background, unique opportunities, and a deep foundation, powerful Taoism, and top-quality spiritual weapons to surpass peer cultivators and become the pride of heaven..."
Mr. Zhuang's tone paused slightly and looked at the ink painting:
"But you can't do this."
Mr. Zhuang once again criticized the shortcomings of ink painting:
"You have no spiritual roots, no background, weak in nature, simple spiritual weapons, and special skills, but no spiritual power increases. Only the formation is stronger than them."
"You have no advantage in the head-on battle."
"And some extremely rare resources for practicing Taoism can only be obtained by fighting for it head-on."
"So, you can't go the same way as them. You can't go as far as they are concerned, and you can't rely on your own killing ability."
"You must have the means of killing, but you cannot be the main attack and killing."
"You can't rely on your own strength to overwhelm the genius."
"Then we can only find another way, not to practice killing, but to assist killing..."
"Assisted killing?"
Mo Hua was stunned and didn't quite understand.
Mr. Zhuang explained: "Simply put, it is to enhance the power of other human laws."
Mo Hua understood a little, but still couldn't figure it out.
What is the difference between being a major in killing and assisting killing and killing?
Mr. Zhuang smiled indifferently and said meaningfully:
"You are a major in killing and fighting, and you are fighting against all the geniuses and their enemies. They will not give you a good face."
"But if you assist in killing, you can help them compete with other geniuses. They will depend on your expression."
"The stronger your means of assisting killing, the less they dare to offend you."
"In this way, you don't have aristocratic family, but any aristocratic family can become your help. You don't have a sect, but any sect can become your background."
"Among the utilitarian and snobbish forces of practicing Taoism, among the many geniuses who are outstanding in spiritual roots and Taoism, you will also have a place!"
Mr. Zhuang sighed.
"The rafters that come out rot first."
"You can't stand out, you don't have to stand out."
"Learn to hide in the dark, learn to take advantage of the situation, be like a fish in water among all major forces, and be able to get along with each other. In this way, we can truly go far, improve our cultivation step by step, understand the formation, and seek the real way..."
After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he looked a little moved.
When I was young, I just didn't understand this truth.
He just beats his peers, is arrogant and looks down on the world, but he is easy to lose and suffers a great loss...
Ink painting suddenly realized.
Assist in killing, avoid the sharp edge of others, hide in the dark, and learn to take advantage of the situation.
This will enable us to seek a foothold among all forces in the Taoist practice with strict barriers, conflicts of interests and fierce competition.
The master actually thought about himself for so long...
The ink painting was touched and grateful.
But these should be too early.
Not to mention the genius competing, he has not even built a foundation.
Mo Hua thought for a while and said:
"Master, is the Five Elements Formation in the Dalishanzhou Realm a formation that assists in killing and attacking?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "The Five Elements Absolute Formation is essentially the strengthening of the Five Elements spiritual power."
The five elements spiritual power is strengthened!
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and she wanted to ask more details, but Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly and kept it in a silence:
"You will know then."
Mo Hua pouted.
But I didn't dare to complain to Mr. Zhuang in my heart.
As long as he complains in his heart, Mr. Zhuang will definitely know and will knock on his little head.
Ink painting can only ask some other things:
"Master, what kind of state is Dalishan?"
"Third grade."
Ink painting was shocked and turned out to be the third grade!
"Will there be a Jindan monk?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "There are, but there are not many. Dalishan is a relatively remote area among the third-grade state realms. The resources for practicing Taoism are not rich. Although they are ranked in the third-grade, they cannot afford to raise too many golden elixirs..."
"Only some larger family sects have golden elixirs to take charge."
"Ordinary monks still focus on building foundations and refining qi."
"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.
He also wanted to ask about the Five Elements Array and the Dalishanzhou Realm, but he found that Mr. Zhuang looked a little tired and seemed to be a little tired, so he cared about:
"Master, please take a rest."
Mr. Zhuang looked outside and looked a little moved:
"It's okay, wait a moment, there is a Longquan Waterfall in front of me, I want to see it."
"Master, have you been here before?" Mo Hua asked.
Mr. Zhuang nodded, with a look of sadness and nostalgia: "I have been here, but... very early, very early..."
Very early...
How early is it?
Master doesn't seem to be very old...
Mo Hua muttered in her heart.
He looked up again, but saw that Mr. Zhuang was in poor spirits, his eyes were still a little dim, and he was stunned and dazed.
"Master, how long will it take to get to Longquan Waterfall?"
Mo Hua asked softly.
Mr. Zhuang came to his senses and thought for a moment:
"I guess there's still one more hour..."
Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "Master, please sleep for a while. When the time comes, I will call you."
Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned, then looked relieved and said obediently:
"good."
Mr. Zhuang closed his eyes peacefully and fell asleep peacefully.
Mo Hua sat upright, counting the time while looking out the window.
He also wanted to see what the Longquan Waterfall that Mr. Zhuang mentioned was like.
The car was quiet inside, and the Si River outside the car was noisy.
The carriage walked along the turbulent water flow, and walked southwards...
Most of today I spent planning a detailed outline, so it was a little late. Sorry ~
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Chapter completed!