Asking about longevity

It is true that most of the people around Mo Hua are casual cultivators with limited vision, but there are also many monks with extraordinary vision.

Apart from anything else, the gentleman who teaches the ink painting formations is definitely not an ordinary monk; the woman with the hazy veil called "Aunt Snow" by the ink painting may be able to perform illusions, let alone other spells; There were also two children who went shopping with him that day. Their surname seemed to be Bai. Judging from their appearance and appearance, you could tell that they were of extraordinary origins; and his father, Mo Shan, although his cultivation was average, he hunted monsters in the mountains all year round and had a keen eye. And experience will not be weak...

Zhang Lan was thinking that if they knew that he taught Mo Hua a bad body movement, it would probably not be Mo Hua who would be despised.

If you draw a child in ink, what can he understand?

When the time comes, the only one who can be despised is Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan couldn't accept it when he thought of the veiled female cultivator looking at him with disdain.

No, you can’t lose this face!

"This matter is not only about my personal dignity, but also about the face of my Zhang family. People cannot think that my Zhang family is a family with no monastic background." Zhang Lan made excuses for himself in his heart.

"These movements are very common. Let me teach you a different one." Zhang Lan said to Mo Hua.

"Different?"

"Yes, it's different from ordinary movements."

Mo Hua was in a dilemma. His original intention was to ask Zhang Lan for advice on which spells to learn. It would be best if the spells were ones that everyone had heard of and learned.

Everyone has learned it, so this spell is definitely practical, and it won't be any worse. A monk wouldn't just sit around in pain and learn a spell that is not useful at all.

And everyone has learned it, which means that the spell is relatively stable and will not cause any major problems. Even if Zhang Lan no longer teaches, if Mo Hua has any questions about the spell, it is better to ask others for advice.

But now that Zhang Lan wants to teach Mo Hua something different, Mo Hua feels a little embarrassed. If he needs some precious spiritual objects to practice this magic, he really can't afford it...

"What's your expression?" Zhang Lan couldn't help but patted the table lightly, "Why do you look so reluctant? I don't know how to teach others when they ask me for advice. You kid, don't act like a good boy even if you get an advantage. !”

"Aren't I afraid of trouble for you, Uncle Zhang?" Mo Hua scratched his head, "How about you find any movement technique in this book and teach me?"

Mo Hua spread out the "Collection of Qi Refining Spells". The spells recorded here are all common spells during the Qi refining period, which are familiar to low-level casual cultivators. Mo Hua should learn to be more at ease.

"No! I can't afford to lose this person!"

Zhang Lan disagreed with everything he said.

Mo Hua didn't understand how it would be embarrassing to learn a spell...

Zhang Lan's heart skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll teach you the Water Step. This is my Zhang family's secret skill!"

Mo Hua hesitated for a long time and said weakly: "Is your family's secret knowledge so worthless that you teach it to others so casually?"

Zhang Lan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He grabbed Mo Hua's collar and used his spiritual power to lift him up. "You come with me!"

Liu Ruhua saw it from the side, but she knew that Zhang Lan was the director of Daotingsi and had a good relationship with Mo Hua. She would not embarrass Mo Hua, so she didn't interfere.

I just thought silently in my heart, Zhang Diansi is such an adult, why is his temper similar to that of Mo Hua...

Zhang Lan held Mo Hua's collar and took him to the foot of a mountain outside Tongxian City.

The forest here is lush, secluded and secluded, with few people visiting.

Mo Hua felt that his feet were being lifted off the ground by spiritual power, and then the world was spinning and the surrounding scenery was retreating. After a while, he came to his senses and arrived outside Tongxian City.

"Uncle Zhang, what did you bring me here for?" Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.

"Stab me with this sword."

Zhang Lan threw a black lacquered sword inlaid with gold and an ancient pine pattern to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua opened his mouth, "Isn't this bad?"

"I'll stab you if I ask you to."

"What if I hurt you?" Mo Hua asked worriedly.

Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua speechlessly, making Mo Hua realize that he seemed to have overestimated himself a little.

With his skill in ink painting, Zhang Lan could stand still and stab him with a sword for a whole day, but he might not be able to hurt a single hair.

"Fine."

Zhang Lan is not afraid, so what else is he afraid of?

Mo Hua held the sword and prepared to stab Zhang Lan, but after trying it, he still said: "No."

"Why can't it work again?" Zhang Lan asked.

"I can't lift this sword..."

Mo Hua whispered.

What kind of sword is Zhang Lan using? Why is it so heavy? Is this really a sword that can be used for spiritual cultivation?

Zhang Lan sighed and pointed upward. Before Mo Hua could understand what happened, a branch fell from the tree.

"You use this branch."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

He took the branch, held his breath and concentrated, put his strength through the branch, and stabbed Zhang Lan with all his strength. Of course, the strength of Mo Hua is almost negligible, so who knows that he is not a physical practitioner?

But the next scene made Mo Hua dumbfounded.

The branches drawn in ink penetrate Zhang Lan's body.

Mo Hua was startled, and when he came to his senses, he found that there was no force feedback on the branch, and he actually didn't hit anything. When he looked again, he found that Zhang Lan's figure in front of him gradually blurred, then disappeared, and Zhang Lan appeared one step away.

Although Mo Hua didn’t know what was happening, it felt so amazing!

"Is this Shenfa?"

Zhang Lan smiled softly, and then his figure was like water mist, which spread carelessly. Many afterimages appeared around the ink painting, which not only could not be distinguished by the eyes, but also could not be locked by the consciousness.

After a while, all the spiritual power dissipated, and Zhang Lan appeared again, seemingly without moving a step.

Mo Hua was shocked.

Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua's unfamiliar appearance and felt comfortable all over, but the expression on his face was still light.

"Do you want to learn now?"

Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded.

"This movement technique is called Passing Water Step. It is a unique skill of my Zhang family and is generally not taught to outsiders. Passing Water Step is a movement technique used for spiritual cultivation. You can use spiritual power to control the physical body and move around in a small space. Avoid the attacks of the monks. If you have learned a lot, you can even create afterimages to confuse other people's sight and disrupt other people's consciousness..."

Mo Hua listened with rapt attention, then worriedly said:

"Then you teach me, isn't it just a rumor? The Zhang family won't punish you. If so, then forget it."

"Isn't this body technique good?"

"That's fine, but I can't cause you any trouble." Mo Hua said a little tangled.

Zhang Lan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, since I dare to teach you, nothing will happen to me. Even the old stubborns in the clan can't do anything to me."

The most they can do is put me in confinement for a few months and kneel in the ancestral hall for a few more days...

Zhang Lan silently added in his heart, of course he would not say it if his status was so low.

"Oh," Mo Hua nodded, and then asked: "Then if I learn it, will your family kill me to silence me in order to ensure that the secret knowledge is not spread to others..."

Zhang Lan couldn't help but knock Mo Hua's forehead again, "What's going on in your little head, how come you can say all kinds of nonsense?"