MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 67 Collection

  Chapter 67 Collection

Since I got the "Collection of Thousand Formations", Mo Hua has been flipping through it without letting go. When he encounters the formations he is interested in, he will go to Mr. Zhuang's library and write down the doubtful points bit by bit.

 In the morning or evening, go and ask Mr. Zhuang for advice.

It is quite difficult for casual cultivators to obtain a formation diagram. When copying the formation diagram for Mo Guanshi, in addition to the basic formation diagrams such as the open fire formation, other slightly more difficult formation diagrams require additional spiritual stones.

But Mo Hua now has nearly a thousand formation diagrams in his hand. If he can learn all these thousand formations, becoming a first-grade formation master will be a piece of cake. Just thinking about it makes Mo Hua excited.

Mo Hua worked day and night to learn formations, like a little mouse that fell into a rice barn and wanted to stuff all the rice into his stomach.

During the day, I read formation books, drew formations, and asked Mr. Zhuang for advice. At night, I practiced repeatedly on the remaining stele of Shi Hai.

Mo Hua has learned "Tianyan Jue". According to Mr. Zhuang, when learning formations, it is important to be knowledgeable rather than specialized, so he does not ask for a detailed explanation, as long as he can draw the formations. Some formations he has As soon as I learned how to draw, I even forgot the name of the formation.

 For several months, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness has been in a state of being full to exhausted, and then continued to recover to full and then exhausted.

The cultivation of ink painting has not improved, but the spiritual consciousness has become deeper and deeper. The theoretical understanding of formations has not increased, but he has become more calm when learning and depicting formations. The formations that used to feel obscure and complicated now seem to be different. Natural and friendly.

"What are you looking at?"

One day while Mo Hua was reading, Bai Zisheng poked his head over again and asked.

Mo Hua has been immersed in studying formations these days and hasn't paid much attention to Bai Zisheng. Aunt Xue seems to feel that Bai Zisheng is a little absent-minded, and her requirements for Bai Zisheng have become stricter. In addition to training, various homework arrangements for formations, alchemy, and weapon refining are also arranged. Got to be full.

Although Mr. Zhuang is the husband of the Bai brothers and sisters, he has always treated them in a free-wheeling manner. The purpose of the Bai brothers and sisters does not seem to be to let Mr. Zhuang guide their practice. In order not to arouse Mr. Zhuang's resentment, in addition to regular visits and teachings, they also I don’t bother Mr. Zhuang often.

 So the cultivation of the Bai family brothers and sisters is still arranged by Aunt Xue, and they adhere to the training method inherited from the direct disciples of the Bai family.

Fortunately, in the family, Bai Zisheng didn't want to talk to the clan members, so he could calm down while studying and practicing behind closed doors. Now when he went outside, he saw new and interesting things, and the ink paintings could speak, and he felt that this kind of practice It's getting a little boring.

Mo Hua was looking at the book with his eyes intently, but he just lifted the cover of the book so that Bai Zisheng could see it.

Bai Zisheng tilted his head and read word by word, "Thousand Formations...Collect...Record..."

 “What’s so interesting about this?”

Mo Hua asked: "Do you have one too?"

Bai Zisheng shook his head, "There is one in the library of the Bai family. It compiles some formations collected by the clan into a book for disciples in the clan to study and consult. It can broaden the horizons of formations and when they need to learn certain types of formations, It’s also easy to search. All disciples who learn the formation will have a copy of this collection, it’s not too rare.”

 Disciples from aristocratic families each have one share, which is not considered rare...

Mo Hua, who was a casual cultivator, didn't want to pay attention to this kind of person who didn't feel pain in his back when he stood and talked, so he just gave a perfunctory "Oh".

Seeing that Mo Hua ignored him, Bai Zisheng scratched his head and said, "How about you lend it to me to take a look at?"

 “Didn’t you say there is one in your family? Why are you looking at it?”

“Different families and sects have different inheritances, and the formations recorded in the collection are also different. I want to see what kind of formations Mr. Zhuang has included here.”

Mo Hua was a little hesitant.

 “Just take a look!” Bai Zisheng said nicely.

 “That’s okay.”

Mo Hua closed the thick "Collection of Thousand Formations" and handed it to Bai Zisheng.

Bai Zisheng took it, flipped through it roughly, and then opened his mouth wide:

“There are actually more than a thousand formations!”

Mo Hua rolled his eyes, "Isn't it written "Collection of Thousand Formations" on it?"

"You don't understand. People who compile collections tend to be face-saving and love to whitewash. If they include ten formations, it will be called a Hundred Formation Diagram. If they include a thousand formations, they will be called a Ten Thousand Formation Diagram. Some people also name the exercises. Words such as 'opening the sky', 'creating the earth', 'creation', and 'magic power' are often used. It sounds deceptive, but in fact it is just a low-quality skill..."

“Do monks in the monastic world also like to do this kind of thing?”

“Before you become an immortal, you are still a human being. If you are a human being, you will still like to brag.”

"oh."

Mo Hua thought about the "Tian Yan Jue" he practiced. It also had the word "天" in it, and the grade was not very high. Was it also used to bluff people?

However, this is an ancient technique, and it should have been created by ancient monks. Most of the ancient people would be more honest...

 Ink painting sincerely hopes.

Bai Zisheng continued to flip through the collection, and the more he read, the more surprised he became. He quickly waved to Bai Zixi and said, "Zixi Zixi, come and take a look. I have never seen many formations!"

　　When Bai Zixi, who was practicing quietly on the side, heard this, he also poked his little head over. Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "The Bai family should be a big family, sir. The number of formations collected by your husband is more than that of your family?"

 Bai Zisheng was unconvinced and corrected: "It's just a formation below the first grade. It's hard to say what a high-grade formation is."

“Although the Bai family has the inheritance of formations, they are actually not good at formations. It is normal that the formations included are not as good as those of Mr. Zhuang.” Bai Zixi said calmly.

"Huh!" Bai Zisheng snorted, but he didn't dare to lose his temper with Bai Zixi, and he couldn't refute, so he could only sulk.

Bai Zixi continued to flip through the collection, her eyes getting brighter and brighter as she read, as if she couldn't put it down. After a moment, she raised her head and looked at the ink paintings with eyes as bright as autumn water.

Although she didn't say anything, Mo Hua could understand the meaning in her eyes at a glance.

Mo Hua struggled for a moment, then sighed, "I can only lend it to you for one afternoon."

 We are all from the same school, so if Mr. Zhuang knew about it, he probably wouldn't blame him.

A faint smile appeared on Bai Zixi's fair and flawless face, just like the morning glow on the hibiscus after it emerged from the water, clear and bright.

Bai Zixi took out a book without a cover from the storage bag and handed it to Mo Hua: "This is a collection of formations below the first level of the Bai family. Take it and look at it. If you want to learn it, I can teach you."

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, he happily took the book and flipped through it.

Although there are not as many formations recorded in the book as Mr. Zhuang gave, some of the more basic formations are recorded in much more detail and are easier to understand. They should be specially for beginners, and there are handwritten notes in many places. The handwriting is elegant and beautiful, and it looks like it was written by Bai Zixi.

“Wouldn’t this violate the clan rules?”

Mo Hua is a little worried. He knows that some families have very strict restrictions on the inheritance of battle tactics.

 “Yes…” Bai Zisheng nodded.

 “No!” Bai Zixi denied.

"Why?"

 “Because I gave it to you!”

Bai Zixi was understated yet decisive.

Although he didn't know why, Mo Hua felt that Bai Zixi who said this was a bit inexplicably handsome.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua not only learned formations on his own, but also occasionally learned from Bai Zixi. Only then did he realize that Bai Zixi's formation knowledge was infinitely deeper than his own, so he also warned himself that the formations are boundless and cannot be used. Be smug.

When learning the formation, Bai Zixi occasionally had some questions, so Mo Hua wrote them down together, and then went to Mr. Zhuang to ask. After asking clearly, he went to talk to Bai Zixi. This also led to Mo Hua asking Mr. Zhuang for advice more and more often.

　　That day, after Mo Hua asked Mr. Zhuang questions and left, Mr. Zhuang frowned and said, "This is not good."

 “What’s wrong?” Puppet Lao asked casually from the side.

“This kid, Mo Hua, comes to me every day to ask me things. I have no time to close my eyes and understand!”

"It's time to sleep..." the puppeteer revealed without mercy.

Mr. Zhuang pretended not to hear and thought thoughtfully: "What should we do..."

“Isn’t it okay if you don’t answer?”

Mr. Zhuang thought of the clear eyes of the ink paintings, full of curiosity and sometimes admiration, and shook his head and said:

"How can we do that? If a disciple asks a question but does not answer it, he is not a good teacher."

“When did you start caring about this kind of thing?”

 “From the very beginning.”

The old man was too lazy to pay attention to him. He was holding a piece of wood with something carved on it. The carving knife was moving on the wood, and the wood chips fell one after another, but did not make any sound.

Mr. Zhuang was lying leisurely on the chair mountain, staring at the sky and the wooden beams above the pavilion for a long time, wandering around in the sky, and only came back to his senses after a moment.

 “I have to find an excuse to sleep in.” Mr. Zhuang thought.

 (End of this chapter)