MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 57 Kung Fu

Chapter 57 Exercises

Mo Hua couldn't help but touch his face, then lowered his head to look at his clothes, and then asked in confusion: "What are you looking at?"

Bai Zisheng still couldn't hold it back and asked: "What you just drew...is the Three Talents Formation?"

Mo Hua nodded.

 “What kind of three-talent formation is it?”

 “Are there many kinds of Sancai Formation?”

“Zi Xi is also older than you, so you still have to call her sister Zi Xi.” Bai Zisheng said again.

Bai Zisheng scratched his head and said, "It's a pity that the family's martial arts are not allowed to be passed on to outsiders. Otherwise, I would secretly give you some rare and good martial arts."

When Bai Zisheng said this, Mo Hua felt relieved.

Bai Zisheng nodded and said: "Okay, you have the backbone! Only in this way can you be qualified to be my Bai Zisheng's little brother."

Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked at each other.

The two quarreled for a while. Bai Zisheng promised not to let Mo Hua call him eldest brother again, and Mo Hua also promised to take him to see monsters at the end of the month, so the two gave up.

Bai Zisheng then patted Mo Hua on the shoulder again and comforted:

“My father and his friends will come back from hunting monsters in a few days. I can show you what the monsters they hunted look like.”

Bai Zixi was slightly startled, her dark eyelashes were slightly raised, and her eyes were slightly bright.

“There are so many people who want to be my little brother, but I’m not happy yet.” Bai Zisheng held his head high.

It is best to start practicing the exercises at the early stage of Qi refining. Mo Hua has reached the fourth level of Qi refining in no time, so he can no longer put off the exercises.

A rare skill with special effects...

Bai Zisheng felt a little guilty for no reason, then he looked at his nose and mouth, pretending to practice.

 After Mo Hua pondered for a moment, he suddenly said:

“Is it a great thing to be able to draw a formation with six formations at the third level of Qi refining?”

Mo Hua wondered: "Isn't the grade of the exercises determined by the spiritual roots of the monks? Those with middle and lower grade spiritual roots can only learn the exercises of the middle and lower grades. Since they are of the middle and lower grades, what else can be good or bad? It can’t be better than a top-grade skill.”

Ink painting with only medium and low-grade spiritual roots can only be practiced tediously over time.

“Zi Sheng, when did you learn the exercises?”

"Although it is not uncommon to be able to draw six formation patterns on the third level of Qi Refining, it is already very good. Even within our clan, this level of formation talent can be rated as average. As long as we work hard, we will definitely be able to do it in the future. He has made some achievements in formation."

“It means standing and talking without pain in the back.”

"No matter how difficult it is, it won't mean that you don't even have the skills..."

 “Oh,” Mo Hua was dubious.

 “Seriously?” Bai Zisheng’s eyes lit up.

 When he was free, Mo Hua asked Bai Zisheng doubtfully. Bai Zisheng said dissatisfied: "I'm older than you, so you have to call me Brother Bai, or Senior Brother Bai. You can't call me by my name. It makes me look very insignificant."

"What's the meaning?"

Bai Zisheng said: "Why not? I am older than you, so you have to call me big brother. Zixi, do you think so?"

"Of course, the level of the skill is still the most important. After all, the strength of a monk mainly depends on the amount of spiritual power. However, the spiritual root is destined and cannot be changed, so there is nothing to say."

A few people practiced and read until evening. When they were leaving, Bai Zisheng asked again: "What about your practice?"

His goals are not that big. He can become a first-level formation master, have the ability to make a living in the monastic world, and make his parents happy. It is enough for now. Let’s talk about what happens next.

He still understands the principle that there are people outside the world and there is heaven outside the world.

 After saying that, he and Bai Zixi went back together.

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head: "If I can get Mr. Zhuang to teach me the formation, I have already received a great kindness from him. How can I go beyond the limit and ask Mr. Zhuang to teach me the method again?"

They must work steadily step by step and lay a solid foundation before trying to break through. Otherwise, their cultivation level will be much higher than it is now.

Both Mo Hua’s parents practiced martial arts, but the attributes of the exercises they practiced were slightly different from Mo Hua’s, and they were more focused on physical cultivation, so they were not suitable for Mo Hua. There is no suitable way to learn Kung Fu outside the Tongxian Sect.

There is no need to rush in Mo Hua, and there is no need to rush, because there is no point in rushing. The progress of cultivation is mostly determined by spiritual roots, and there is no shortcut.

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

 “Seriously!”

“Then when you are at the third level of Qi refining, can you draw the Three Talents Formation?”

"However," Bai Zisheng continued, "some monks in our clan are extremely talented. They can draw seven or eight formation patterns at the third level of Qi refining. This is not a rare thing."

Bai Zisheng suddenly thought of something and said in surprise: "You haven't learned the exercises yet, right?"

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "No, it is not easy to choose a skill for casual cultivation."

Mo Hua nodded. He knew that although his talent was good, it might be nothing in the world of monasticism where there were so many talented people.

On this day, Mo Hua was practicing, and suddenly he felt a tingling and slightly swollen feeling in his Qi sea. He knew that his Qi sea was full, and he could consider breaking through the realm and becoming a monk at the fourth level of Qi refining.

Surprised, Mo Hua suddenly realized that he had forgotten one important thing:

 He hasn’t chosen a method yet!

 Previously, he planned to save enough spiritual stones and choose a small five-element attribute in Tongxian Sect, which was economical and applicable and did not consume too many spiritual materials from heaven and earth.

"so what?"

 Only Bai Zixi looked at Bai Zisheng silently.

"This, that... I can't draw it, but that's because the gentlemen in the clan won't let me. Qi refining monks have weak spiritual consciousness. If I forcefully draw complex formations, I may over-exhaust my spiritual consciousness and damage the sea of ​​consciousness. You won’t be able to be a formation master in the future. You can’t ruin your foundation by being greedy for merit.”

 So Mo Hua practices regularly every morning. He spends about an hour absorbing a spirit stone and practices slowly and slowly by grinding the water with water.

Bai Zisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, "Your cultivation level is only at the third level of Qi refining..."

This is because the children of aristocratic families pay attention to the foundation of cultivation, pay attention to accumulation, and do not blindly pursue advancement.

"I mean...is it the kind of three-talent array that contains six array patterns?"

Bai Zisheng didn’t want to answer, and he hesitated for a while:

Bai Zisheng said and looked at Bai Zixi. Bai Zixi lowered her head and was reading a book, ignoring him.

After being accepted as a registered disciple by Mr. Zhuang, Mo Hua was even more focused on learning the formations, so he delayed the practice of the exercises.

"You don't know this. Some special exercises have special effects. Some exercises are faster to practice, some focus on body training, and some are suitable for elixir refining..."

Mo Hua snorted coldly, "You have a beautiful idea."

"Okay," Bai Zisheng said angrily, "you don't mean what you say. How can you go back on your word if you have already said it?"

 “Who cares? I won’t take you to see monsters anymore.”

"That's true. I forgot that you are a casual cultivator and you can't collect those rare heaven and earth spiritual things..." Bai Zisheng frowned and said, "How about you ask Mr. Xiazhuang?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "Even if there are scarce skills, I can't practice them. The skills are scarce, and the required spiritual objects are naturally scarce. If I can't get these spiritual objects in my life, wouldn't it be I can’t make any progress in my lifetime of cultivation…”

Bai Zisheng was not convinced, "It's not that unusual."

"How can we make do? We are all Mr. Zhuang's apprentices. If your cultivation is too poor, won't it make me lose face?"

 But later, the head of Tongxian Sect was replaced, Yan Jiaoxi withdrew from the sect, and the outer sect did not teach formations, so he simply dropped out of his studies in ink painting.

Bai Zisheng said angrily, "I'll go back and look for it to see if there are any exercises that are suitable for you and that are not strictly controlled by the clan. Then you can just learn them secretly."

 In terms of formation level, Mo Hua feels that he can still catch up with the Bai family brothers and sisters, but in terms of cultivation level, he may never be able to catch up.

 “Yes, is there anything wrong?”

 Among Mr. Zhuang's three named disciples, the Bai brothers and sisters are twins, Bai Zisheng is the elder brother, and Bai Zixi is the younger sister. They are two or three years older than Mo Hua. Their cultivation level is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, which is four levels higher than Mo Hua.

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him, "Why don't you eat minced meat?"

Bai Zisheng immediately said: "Zixi and I learned the exercises when we first started practicing. Naturally, the sooner we learn the exercises, the better, and it is best if they are the same exercises. Otherwise, the differences between the exercises learned in different realms will be greater. The easier it is to get carried away."

"Hmm..." Mo Hua said thoughtfully, "I'll go back and ask my parents. Anyway, I want to be an array master. An array master relies on spiritual consciousness, not much on spiritual power. I just need a suitable technique."

 He thought that the big family was full of geniuses, and if they could draw a few more formations, it wouldn't be difficult.

Mo Hua shook his head helplessly, but he felt warm in his heart when he noticed Bai Zisheng's kindness. He packed up his things and went home.

Mr. Zhuang, who was resting in the bamboo room at this time, opened his eyes, tapped the armrests of the bamboo chair with his long white knuckles, and murmured:

 “Is it a Kung Fu method…”

 (End of this chapter)