MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 628 Injury

Chapter 628 Injury

But a moment later, another alchemist elder wearing a Taixu Taoist robe with an alchemy furnace embroidered on the skirt also came over. He couldn't help but take a breath when he saw the ground was scorched black and the walls were covered with formations.

 Then, he saw the ink painting lying on the ground.

 “Don’t be stunned, save people first.”

The two people hurriedly stepped forward to check Mo Hua's injuries, and then they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua looked miserable, his injuries were serious, but nothing serious.

The elder alchemist took out a bottle of spiritual fluid and sprinkled it on the wound painted by Mo Hua to dissolve the remaining fire poison, clean the burnt blood, and stop the bleeding of the wound.

 Then he took out another pill and gave it to Mo Hua.

He then stroked Mo Hua's chest with his hand, and continued to use his luck to nourish Mo Hua's meridians with the thick and pure wood spiritual power to treat his injuries...

 After a while, Mo Hua's pale face gradually gained color and his breath became calmer.

 It's just that his body is too weak, so he recovers slowly from the trauma and cannot wake up for a while.

unless…

Elder Alchemist looked at the ink painting again and was shocked.

 Elder Daofa's mouth was bitter, "I really didn't teach..."

 The elder Daofa's scalp was numb.

Elder Alchemist pointed to the place where the magic puppet was originally placed:

After Elder Alchemy finished speaking, he glanced at Elder Daofa sympathetically, "Be careful, Mr. Xun will definitely cause trouble for you."

Furthermore, even if there is this kind of magic, the spiritual root level of ink painting, and the spiritual power of Qihai Zhoutian, it is impossible to learn or use it...

“But it’s not that simple. If he could really practice, I would have asked him to practice long ago…”

Looking at the fainted Mo Hua, Elder Alchemy felt a little distressed. He turned his head and complained to Elder Daofa:

The elder alchemist asked: "What do you see?"

"Are you talking nonsense? It's not a spell, it can be a formation? The question is, what kind of spell is it?"

 Elder Daofa thought, "It looks like... the fireball technique..."

Master Dan's face was expressionless, "It's so powerful...you can teach me the fireball technique, so that I can learn more about it."

"Then let me make a few furnaces of elixirs to nourish his blood..."

 This child is just a disciple who has been in the early stage of foundation building for less than a year.

 Elder Daofa felt the residual scorching air and the mutated spiritual power all around, and his expression became more and more serious.

“You said you were fine, why are you teaching this child the best magic?” The elder alchemist was puzzled.

Elder Daofa frowned and said: "This is not simply the power of the spell, but more like..."

 Elder Daofa was speechless.

 “It’s a spell…”

Although the function may not be great, it is better than nothing.

 “Do you think I believe it or not?”

“Although this puppet is a puppet in the early stage of foundation building, the purpose of refining it at the beginning is to withstand spell bombardment, so the spell defense is extremely high. Generally, disciples in the middle stage of foundation building may not be able to break it, let alone now..."

 “Fortunately, I was only affected by a small amount of magical energy...”

Elder Alchemist felt a little lucky and shook his head again:

“That’s right, my physical condition is really bad...”

“Those who are delicate and frail will be injured if they are bumped, and it will be difficult to recover after being injured...”

The elder alchemist was startled. Seeing that he didn’t look like he was lying, he looked around and his face changed slightly, “Then this is...”

“He has a poor foundation. If he practices too much, his body will wither and his blood will be reversed, and he will even hurt himself..."

Hearing this, Elder Alchemist shook his head and said helplessly:

 Elder Daofa also murmured in his heart.

The elder alchemist felt relieved, "It's almost done..."

Elder Daofa smiled bitterly, "How could I not know this?"

"You are a Taoist elder after all. You have nothing to teach him about physical training. You don't expect to achieve anything. At least you can strengthen your body and recover faster if you are injured..."

"like what?"

 “It’s useless to learn something superficially in actual combat.”

The elder alchemist's eyelids twitched slightly, "He was blown into ashes..."

“What’s more, the body-building exercises are so strong and powerful that they are so easy to learn.”

“It’s better to spend more time and learn body skills so as not to get hurt at all…”

“It will take half a month to recover from the injury and nurse it back to normal, and then it will be fine. However, his hand was injured and his meridians were damaged. During this period, he cannot use his spiritual power..."

 He didn't remember that he had taught ink painting or any powerful spell.

 “I didn’t teach…”

 Elder Daofa shook his head and did not say anything. He just thought of Mo Hua's age and cultivation. He felt unbelievable and murmured:

 “Probably…no…”

 …

When Mo Hua woke up, he felt dizzy, his hands hurt, and his meridians were still a little stagnant.

He looked around and found that he was lying on a white and soft bed. The surroundings were plain, with Ningshen incense burning, and a faint, bitter smell of elixir floating in the air.

Beside him was a graceful woman wearing Taixu Elder's robe, with a dignified but charming face, looking at him silently.

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Murong...elder?"

His voice was a little hoarse and weak, like a wound left with fire spiritual power, and it was a little difficult to speak.

Elder Murong nodded slightly, "Mr. Xun was afraid that your injury would worsen, so he sent you to me."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, and then he realized that Elder Murong was actually an alchemist.

Elder Murong approached Mo Hua, with his white and slender fingers, he gently touched Mo Hua's forehead, and his voice was as gentle as the evening wind:

 “It’s nothing serious…”

“However, my left hand was burned and my meridians were damaged. I will not be able to use my spiritual power for half a month. My right hand was injured in the flesh. I will not be able to hold a pen for seven days...”

“I’ll give you a few bottles of pills. Take one pill every morning and evening.”

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded with some difficulty, "Thank you, Elder Murong..."

Elder Murong smiled slightly.

 Since then, other monks have come to see the ink paintings.

 The first is Yu'er.

After seeing that Mo Hua was injured, he stayed by Mo Hua's side, his little brows knitted together, his eyes moist, and he couldn't drive him away no matter what.

 Elder Murong had no choice but to prepare a small bed and a small blanket for him to sleep nearby.

Yu'er is quiet and doesn't make any noise. When she wakes up, the first thing she does when she opens her eyes is to take a look at the ink paintings.

Mo Hua woke up, Yu'er's eyes were bright and she was very happy.

 But because Mo Hua needed to rest, Yu'er looked at it for a while and then went back to the disciple's residence to do her homework.

Murong Caiyun also came once and gave some elixirs and supplements.

She felt relieved when she saw that Mo Hua was fine. She just told Mo Hua to be careful when practicing magic so as not to hurt himself again.

Mo Hua nodded honestly.

 He also knew one thing:

 He heard Senior Sister Murong calling Elder Murong "Sister-in-law", which showed that the two were indeed related.

Shangguan Xu also came to see him. In addition to the healing elixirs, he also brought a lot of delicious food.

"These are what my aunt asked me to bring to you..."

“This is inside the Taixu Gate. It’s not convenient for her to come in, but she wants you to recover from your injuries. Go to Gu’s house, and she’ll ask Shangguan’s alchemist to nurse you back, so as not to leave any future troubles..."

Mo Hua nodded gratefully and said:

“Thank you, Senior Brother Xu, and thank Aunt Wan for me.”

In addition, some disciples from the same sect also came to see their "little senior brother".

Seeing that Mo Hua's complexion was fine and that there was nothing serious, they felt relieved and gathered around Mo Hua, chatting with him:

“Mo Hua, I heard that you practiced magic and injured yourself?”

"real or fake?"

 “What kind of magic did you practice?”

"It can't be a fireball..."

"How can it be?"

 “How is it impossible…”

 “I know how to use fireball in ink painting…”

“Mo Hua, after leaving Taixu Gate, we pretended not to know him…”

“You are our ‘little senior brother’, please don’t tell anyone…”

 “Where is the little fellow who was injured by the fireball technique...”

Mo Hua glanced at them with disdain and said displeasedly:

“What’s wrong with the fireball technique? Once I’ve mastered it, I’ll let you see it. A single fireball technique can make you cry!”

"I do not believe!"

 “You can also make a draft when you’re bragging…”

 “A mere fireball…”

 …

Mo Hua was noisy with them, and the atmosphere became lively.

Elder Murong said calmly: "This is the alchemy room. You need to rest. You all go to class."

 “It’s an elder.”

The disciples who originally thought about skipping class bowed their hands and left dejectedly.

 Only Cheng Mo, with a look of reluctance, grabbed the ink painting and warned:

"Mo Hua, recover from your injuries as soon as possible and go back to teach us the formation..."

 Mr.

It’s better to use the “little brother” called Mo Hua.

 …

Mr. Xun also took a look at the ink paintings.

He had a serious look on his face and didn't say much. He just told Mo Hua to take good care of his injuries. But when he left, he couldn't help but comforted him in a low voice:

“Spells are a kind of fighting and killing thing. If you’re not good at it, just forget it…”

“You don’t have a good foundation, so there is no need to learn from others and practice these killing methods...”

“If you learn the formation well, you will be able to establish yourself in the world of cultivation, and others will not dare to bully you.”

“If you encounter difficulties and someone makes trouble for you, just speak up and the sect will support you.”

“You don’t have to force yourself to learn these spells...”

 “Don’t even hurt yourself…”

 …

Mo Hua was moved and nodded quickly: "I understand, thank you, old sir!"

Mr. Xun didn’t know about ink painting either, so he nodded and left without listening.

 …

Towards the evening, Elder Daofa also quietly came to visit Mo Hua. He is the elder responsible for teaching Taoism. Although it was not caused by him, the disciple was injured, but as an elder, he must bear some responsibility.

Seeing Mo Hua sitting on the bed, his left hand wrapped in a bandage, his face was pale, but his eyes were bright and his breathing was steady. It was really nothing serious, so Elder Daofa felt relieved.

 Elder Daofa exchanged a few pleasantries, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice:

"Mo Hua, what kind of magic did you use in the Taoist room..."

 He teaches spells and studies spells, so he is also very curious about unknown spells.

 He wanted to know what kind of spell Mo Hua cast to create such great power that he could destroy an intact spell puppet...

Mo Hua was startled, his eyes slightly bright.

 After waking up, he thought about "spell fusion" in his free time.

 But after thinking about it, I still don't understand why the two fireballs are so powerful after being fused with spiritual consciousness.

Had I not used my spiritual consciousness to forcibly reverse the direction of the spell in the end, but let the spiritual power of the spell go out of control...

I'm afraid not only my hands will be injured, but my life will be in danger...

 Mo Hua doesn’t understand very much.

 It is impossible for the fusion of two fireball spells to create such a powerful force.

 Even the slightest repercussions caused me to suffer such serious injuries...

 This is unreasonable.

 So Elder Daofa was asking him. He also had many questions and wanted to ask Elder Daofa for advice.

Mo Hua thought for a while and replied:

“I think one fireball spell is not powerful enough, so I want to ‘fuse’ two fireball spells together to increase the power, and then explode..."

Elder Daofa frowned, "Nonsense, where can such a 'fusion' exist?"

Mo Hua humbly said: "Then how should it be integrated?"

“You misunderstood,” Elder Daofa shook his head. “The so-called ‘fusion’ of spells does not mean mixing two spells together like dough..."

“Spell fusion is essentially spell fusion.”

“Moreover, it is not a fusion after casting the spell, but before the spell is cast, it is already a ‘fusion’ spell. It just looks like it is ‘fusion’...”

 Ink painting suddenly realized.

 He remembered that when Grandpa Puppet performed the "Fireball Spell" on himself, he condensed the fireballs in sequence and then weaved them into a spell.

 Essentially, it is not a fusion of several fireball spells.

Rather, it is a complete, separate spell in itself.

I practiced according to Grandpa Puppet's method, but because I was working behind closed doors, I seemed to have learned a little crookedly...

 Although I learned it incorrectly, it seems to be very powerful...

Even stronger, somewhat beyond my imagination...

 Why is this?

Mo Hua blinked and glanced at Elder Daofa.

 Elder Daofa was noticed by Mo Hua and muttered in his heart. He wondered what Mo Hua had in mind...

"Elder..." Mo Hua whispered, "If there is a possibility..."

"Two 'twin' monks have the same spiritual consciousness, the same spiritual roots, and the same spells they cast..."

"There is no such thing as a 'twin' monk..." Elder Daofa said.

 “I mean what if…”

Mo Hua said seriously, "...If so, what will happen if their spells collide? Will they merge?"

Mo Hua looked curious.

 Elder Daofa has a headache. He is most afraid of encountering this kind of disciple who has wild ideas and weird questions.

They are asking, and there is some truth to it.

 But if you really answer it, it will take a lot of effort.

 Elder Daofa rubbed his forehead, followed the idea of ​​​​the ink painting, thought for a while, and said slowly:

“The spiritual consciousness is the same and the spiritual root is the same, so the two spells may not be exactly the same, because there is a sequence in time...”

 “For monks, time is also a law.”

“The casting time of a spell, like the spiritual composition of the spell, is also an inherent feature, but most monks completely ignore this..."

"Then the casting time is exactly the same..." Mo Hua said.

"In this case..." Elder Daofa muttered, "Then these two spells are almost the same. They have the same origin. If they come into contact..."

 “There will be two possibilities…”

 Elder Daofa speculated based on the principles of magic:

“Either it “fuses” instantly and turns into a big fireball…”

“Either it is in a state of ‘attraction and repulsion’ that is approachable, non-explosive, but non-integrable.”

“Just like Taixu Liangyi, they coexist but are mutually exclusive…”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up and he was filled with admiration.

As expected of the Taoist elder of Taixu Sect, he can deduce the facts based only on his magic theory.

“What if these two fireballs ‘generate and repel each other’ but do not merge?” Mo Hua asked again.

"Then..." Elder Daofa just started to speak, but suddenly he was stunned, "How do you know?"

 Because I tried it!

 He even injured himself!

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

 But he couldn't explain this kind of thing clearly, so he said perfunctorily: "I guess..."

Then, before Elder Daofa came to his senses, Mo Hua quickly asked, "If that's the case, why are you rejecting it?"

 Elder Daofa really followed the idea of ​​​​mo Hua and thought about it again...

  “Because the essential techniques are still different.”

“The structure of the spell is the structure of the spell’s spiritual power, which is the essence of the spell.”

 “Spells are necessarily mutually exclusive.”

“General spells, even if the same spell is cast by the same monk, the structure of the spell is similar, but the spell itself exists and is independent and different.”

"It's like refining a standard spiritual weapon. All spiritual weapons are a 'tool'. After being refined, the shape looks the same, but in fact each spiritual weapon is a different existence..."

"The 'twin' fireballs you are talking about are the same. Although they are identical in other aspects, their essential 'spell structures' are independent of each other..."

Mo Hua nodded.

As expected of the Taoist elder, I thought of going together with him!

I also guessed that the mutual repulsion of fireballs was an issue inherent in the spell and the structure of the spell.

Mo Hua asked again: "Can these two 'twin' fireballs form a 'fusion' of different spells?"

 Elder Daofa shook his head, "No, the structures of the techniques are mutually exclusive and cannot be integrated together..."

 “Is there a way to make them melt?”

 Elder Daofa really thought about it seriously, and then shook his head.

Mo Hua blinked, "What if..."

“Using brute force, using powerful spiritual consciousness, controlling fireballs, and rapidly colliding them, will fusion occur..."

"Collision?" Elder Daofa shook his head, "It should still be impossible to fuse..."

“At most it can be regarded as ‘aggregation’, but this kind of aggregation is very risky and will affect the stability of the spell..."

“Using instant pressure with spiritual consciousness to force the fireballs to gather together, a strong repulsive force will be generated instantly, causing the inner magic structure of the two fireballs to collapse, the spiritual power will lose its restraint, mutate, and the inner power will be released, thus..."

 As Elder Daofa spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he was suddenly startled and his eyes were horrified.

He looked at the ink painting and was so shocked that he couldn't speak, "You won't..."

You wouldn’t really kill the spell puppet through the collision of fireballs, causing the structure of the spell to collapse, causing powerful destructive power...

 Then he was puzzled, "How did you..."

How is it done?

 The "twin" fireballs from the same origin...

 Forced control of spiritual consciousness, gathering fireballs…

This is possible in the early stage of foundation building?

Mo Hua whispered: "I was just thinking about it and asked..."

 Elder Daofa looked at the ink painting silently, thinking in his heart that I believe you are the only one who has ghosts.

 At the same time, he also sighed in his heart.

 As expected of Mr. Xun.

 Have a discerning eye!

 The disciples he valued were not only talented in formations.

 In terms of magic, we can also find new ways, with such in-depth research...

 It’s just that...since he is a disciple that Mr. Xun values ​​highly, it is not convenient for me to ask more about these basics.

 The elder Daofa thought for a while, his eyes darkened, and he seemed to have made up his mind, and told Mo Hua the "magic principles" that should not be taught in the first place:

“Spiritual power forms spells outwards, and spells are the coat of spiritual power.”

“But the inner nature of spiritual power and its essential changes also contain powerful power..."

“General spells use spiritual power to form spells and form spells, thereby possessing the power to kill…”

 “But the other way around…”

 Elder Daofa’s eyes were focused and his voice was low:

“Through spells, the structure of the spells is changed, which causes changes in spiritual power and releases a large amount of unstable spiritual energy. It also causes extremely strong destructive power..."

Mo Hua’s eyes were shocked.

Isn’t this just...

 The formation collapsed!

 Although the methods are different, one is formation and the other is spell, and the changes in spiritual power are also different, one is disintegration and the other is fusion.

 But the essential principle is the same!

 Elder Daofa saw the ink painting with clear eyes and was a little stunned to understand it so quickly.

This kid...hasn't done this kind of thing before...

　How do you feel? It seems to be transparent at first glance?

Elder Daofa felt that he could not continue talking, so he coughed, stood up and said: "It's getting late, I should go back..."

Mo Hua said politely: "Elder, please walk slowly."

 But there was another thing that he was very concerned about. After thinking about it, he still couldn't help it.

 “By the way, elder…”

Mo Hua asked in a low voice: "...What's your surname?"

When Elder Daofa heard this, he was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

He was a little angry, and a little unbelievable, and said sadly: "It's been so long, and you don't even know my last name?!"

 The ink painting is a bit embarrassing.

There is no way. There are too many elders in the sect, and there are also substitutes who occasionally change them. Some of the elders are really familiar to him, but he can't name them.

Mo Hua smiled awkwardly.

 Elder Daofa said helplessly: "My surname is Yi..."

 (End of this chapter)