Asking about longevity

Is there anyone behind Black Shanzhai?

In the next few days, Mo Hua would think about this problem when he had free time, but no matter how he thought about it, he had no clue. Even if he checked it, there was no clue for a while, and there was no way to start.

Mo Hua can only do his own thing first, strengthen his spiritual consciousness, master more formations, and learn more things.

Just in case anything unexpected happens in the future, it's better to have confidence in your actions.

Not to mention the formation, Niling Formation Mo Hua is practicing every day.

Besides, what else can I learn?

Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly remembered that he still had the secret book of the fireball technique.

This secret book was obtained from the white-faced evil cultivator who was keeping watch at the Black Mountain Village.

Bai Mian Xie cultivates the spirit-absorbing evil skill, and the spells are actually quite common. It is only because of this secret book that the fireball technique is quite powerful.

The ink painting drove the tiger to devour the wolf, tricked the white-faced man to death, and then picked up the leak and got this fireball secret book.

But later on, there were so many things going on that Mo Hua was temporarily forgotten.

Mo Hua lay down in front of the small desk, took out the storage bag, and rummaged through the secret book of the fireball technique.

The secret book contains the words "Experiences of the Fireball Technique" written in handwriting. The edges are a bit rough and have many signs of folding.

It seems that it is not an orthodox magic inheritance, but the personal magic experience of a certain monk.

Mo Hua opened the page of the book and took a rough look, then he got a rough idea.

This "Experiences of the Fireball Technique" does not belong to the white-faced man himself, it was probably taken from him by murder.

The original owner of the secret book was named Yang, and he was just an ordinary spiritual practitioner.

His talent is not very high, his spiritual skills are also poor, and his skills are naturally not good either. The only spell he can learn is the fireball technique.

But he was not discouraged, but kept practicing and studying, and even consulted with different spiritual practitioners who were proficient in the fireball technique. After spending most of his life, he finally figured out a way to use the fireball technique.

This method can enhance the power of the fireball spell, making this ordinary spell that is insignificant and looked down upon by most monks have considerable lethality.

The secret of the method lies in the meridians that move Qi.

All spells, in the final analysis, use spiritual consciousness to drive the spiritual power in the sea of ​​​​qi to run to specific meridians and condense into different spells.

For the same spell, even if the effect is the same, there are always differences in the meridian diagrams passed down.

Some are differences in the main meridians, while others are differences in the subtle collaterals.

The original owner of the cheat book spent countless time and energy to collect the meridian diagrams of various fireball techniques, and finally unified them into categories, compared them one by one, and summarized them by himself, forming the most complex, but also the most powerful meridian diagram of the fireball technique.

At the same time, his various experiences in using the fireball technique were also recorded in the meridian diagram.

But in the end, for some unknown reason, this secret book fell into the hands of the white-faced evil cultivator.

Mo Hua read this book in one breath and couldn't help but sigh.

How much effort it took to write this thin volume of experience...

The monk who wrote this experience has a perseverance of mind, a meticulous thinking, and a concentration that puts ink painting to shame.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think that there might be many monks with such perseverance and talent in this world.

But limited by his own origin, spiritual roots and inheritance, he can only waste or bury these talents.

Mo Hua felt it was a pity.

The original owner of this secret book was supposed to be a person of amazing talent and beauty, but now he is unknown and even died in obscurity.

At the end of the volume, which contains only my thoughts, there is a simple sentence:

The Tao is neither big nor small, the Dharma is neither strong nor weak, and even a small spark can start a prairie fire.

Mo Hua looked at it and felt refreshed.

This secret book fell into the hands of a white-faced evil cultivator and was used by him to do bad things. It was indeed a pearl covered in dust and a waste of natural resources.

Mo Hua secretly decided to study hard and perfect this fireball technique.

In the future, all the monks in the cultivation world will know how powerful the fireball technique is!

Mo Hua began to learn this stronger fireball technique based on the meridian map he had learned.

The meridian diagram of this fireball technique is very complicated, and Mo Hua originally thought it would be difficult to learn.

As a result, it took him half a day to learn...

This time was much less than he expected.

Moreover, the fireball technique he used was very strange. It was darker in color, showing a deep crimson color, and the fireball was obviously one size smaller.

It looks a little weird...

For a moment, I didn’t know if I had learned the ink painting, or if I had not learned it, or if I had learned it incorrectly...

As for its power, Mo Hua didn't dare to try it yet.

He was afraid that something might go wrong, and home was not the place to experiment with spells.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then ran to Mr. Zhuang's mountain residence again, walked through the small bamboo forest, and came to the pond, ready to practice with the fish in the pond as usual.

The silly fish in the pond were still swimming leisurely, unaware of what was about to happen.

The ink painting was concentrated and concentrated, and the spiritual power was circulated. After a while, the dark red but small fireball technique condensed into form.

Then Mo Hua pointed his finger, and the strange fireball moved with Mo Hua's thoughts. Suddenly, it flew directly into the pond.

A low explosion sounded.

In an instant, the water in the pond evaporated, the water plants burned, and the fish in the pond were left with only charred fish bones.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and gradually opened his mouth.

The power of this fireball technique is so powerful...

This level of power was completely beyond his expectation.

Then he suddenly thought: "Mr. Zhuang won't be angry if the pond explodes like this..."

When Mo Hua was not sure what to do, he turned around and saw Puppet Master standing silently behind him, looking at the pond with an unexpected expression.

"Grandpa Puppet...this..."

The old man said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

Then Puppet Lao waved his sleeves, and the scenery in front of him was like ripples going backwards, returning to the original state.

The pond is still clear, the water plants are still green, and the fish are still swimming silly but leisurely.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where did you learn this fireball technique?" Asked the old man.

Mo Hua took out the fireball technique experience book from his storage bag and handed it to the puppet master, "I got it from the evil cultivator."

The old man took it, glanced at it, and nodded:

"good."

Mo Hua was overjoyed. The puppet boss said it was good, so this fireball technique should be really good.

Mo Hua asked again: "But the fireball technique I cultivated seems a bit unfair..."

"Not serious?"

The old man was slightly surprised and said, "Let me see if you use it again."

Mo Hua looked at the clear blue pond in front of him and felt a little hesitant to start.

The old man said: "Don't worry."

Mo Hua felt relieved and fired another fireball at the pond.

The crimson fireball condensed from Mo Hua's fingertips, and suddenly shot towards the pond with a sound.

This time there was no explosion.

The fireball technique drawn by the ink flew into the pond, and the space of the entire pond began to distort, and finally the fireball was dissolved, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Hua was shocked.

What level of magic is this? How could it have such an effect?

Seeing Mo Hua's surprised expression, Puppet Lao showed an imperceptible smile in his eyes, and then said to Mo Hua:

"It's not serious, but it's also a fireball technique."

Mo Hua asked again: "Is there no problem with using it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No problem."

Mo Hua was relieved, but suddenly felt strange, "Why does the color become darker and the fireball become smaller?"

Mo Hua himself couldn't figure out this question. Even if he figured it out, it might not be correct. It would be better to ask Mr. Puppet directly.

The old man has high attainments in magic and must know the secrets.

The old man said directly without thinking:

"It's because you condensed the spell with your spiritual consciousness."

"Condensation of spiritual consciousness?"

The old man nodded and said: "The meridian diagram you see is the method of condensing spells with spiritual consciousness. The more complex the meridians are, the greater the consumption of spiritual consciousness, and the stronger the condensation of spells."

"It's similar to the formation..." Mo Hua said with emotion.

"Heaven takes different paths but leads to the same destination." Puppet Lao said calmly.

"But I saw that white-faced evil cultivator, when he used the fireball technique, it was just more powerful, the color wasn't that deep, and the fireball wasn't that small..."

"Your consciousness is different."

The old man's words were concise and concise.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said, "Is it because my consciousness is too strong?"

The puppet master nodded, "The spells condensed from the foundation of spiritual consciousness are naturally different."

Now Mo Hua was completely relieved.

When he becomes more proficient in this fireball technique, he will have the stealth technique to hide himself, the water step to protect himself, the water prison technique to trap the enemy, and the fireball technique to attack, and his strength will be much more comprehensive.

"Thank you Grandpa Puppet for your guidance." Mo Hua said gratefully.

The old man looked blank, "I didn't give any advice."

Mo Hua just smiled, keeping the old man's kindness in his heart.

The old man turned around to leave, but suddenly asked: "Want to play chess?"

Mo Hua was a little surprised. Unless he had nothing to do, the puppet master rarely invited Mo Hua to play chess.

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Okay!"

Under the breeze of the bamboo forest, among the square chessboards.

Mo Hua and Puppet Lao were in an inseparable battle again, but after playing for so long, their chess skills still didn't improve at all.

It wasn't until the sun set, dusk was approaching, and Mo Hua was about to go home, that he got up and said goodbye to the old man.

When saying goodbye, the old man's usually dull expression showed a rare trace of reluctance.

Not only the old man, Mr. Zhuang also occasionally feels a little confused and absent-minded these days.

Mo Hua had some guesses in his mind.

Mr. Zhuang...maybe leaving Tongxian City...

He may never be able to ask his teacher for advice again.