Asking about longevity

When Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi returned to the mansion, they told Aunt Xue about Mr. Zhuang's agreement to accept a disciple.

Aunt Xue was naturally overjoyed.

She took her two brothers, Zi Sheng and Zi Xi, to accept Mr. Zhuang as her teacher and went through a lot of hard work. At this time, she finally got what she wanted, and she had an explanation for her wife.

But after she was overjoyed, she still had doubts in her heart:

"Why did Mr. Zhuang not accept him before, but now he suddenly changed his mind and agreed to accept him as a disciple?"

Bai Zisheng scratched his head. He had never thought about this, nor could he understand it. He could not guess Mr. Zhuang's thoughts.

On the contrary, Bai Zixi was thoughtful and said slowly:

"Maybe it's because of... ink painting?"

Aunt Xue was slightly startled and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Bai Zixi said calmly: "Because sir values ​​​​him very much."

"value?"

Aunt Xue doesn't quite understand.

He has a good talent in ink painting formations and is very likable, but if he is to be valued by Mr. Zhuang, he should not be considered worthy of it.

After all, a monk's spiritual roots and physical qualifications are equally important, and ink painting is really a bit "lackluster"...

Aunt Xue thought of a tactful way of saying it.

In fact, in the Bai family, there are many spiritual roots of high grade and above, while those of middle and lower grade, even in side branches, are considered inferior.

Bai Zixi nodded and said, "I value it very much."

Aunt Xue was still a little puzzled, "Is it because of the formation? Mo Hua, this kid, is really good at drawing formations..."

"It's not very good," Bai Zixi shook his head, "It's very, very good!"

Aunt Xue was stunned, "Very, very good?"

This was the first time she heard this compliment from Bai Zixi.

Bai Zixi never praises others, because she is extremely talented, has extremely high understanding, and practices extremely hard. She is an excellent spiritual seedling, and of course she is also extremely beautiful.

For example, it is like a piece of jade made in nature, flawless.

Whether it is cultivation, formations or other monastic disciplines, no one of her peers in the Bai family can compare with her.

Some of the Bai family children, both male and female, even felt a little ashamed when they saw her, and did not dare to speak loudly.

Bai Zixi has a somewhat cold temperament. She has few friends in the clan and rarely praises people because no one deserves her praise.

But now, she praises Mo Hua's formation as "very, very good"...

Aunt Xue realized that she might have overlooked something, but she was still a little unsure and asked: "Is it really that good?"

Bai Zisheng then said: "Aunt Xue, do you know the formation that kills the big demon?"

Aunt Xue nodded, "Isn't that Mr. Zhuang's handiwork?"

Bai Zisheng shook his head, "That's what Mo Hua painted."

Aunt Xue lost her temper and said, "How is that possible? How old is he?"

Aunt Xue was born in the Bai family and never cared much about things in small fairy cities like Tongxian City.

But she didn't expect that Tongxian City would encounter repeated changes, and even a big demon would appear.

If a big demon appears in this world, someone must be causing trouble, otherwise a small fairy city would not have such a disaster happen by such a coincidence.

If Mr. Zhuang hadn't been there, she would have left with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi long ago.

A great monster in this realm is beyond the power of monks to defeat.

But what happened next still shocked her.

Tongxian City built a great formation, destroyed the great formation, killed the great demon, and even caused a thunder disaster.

These scenes were the only ones she had ever seen in her life.

But because Mr. Zhuang was here, she took it for granted.

These things must all be Mr. Zhuang’s handiwork.

Aunt Xue was worried about Mo Hua's disaster at first, but after thinking about it, she wasn't so worried.

Because since it was Mr. Zhuang's plan, Mo Hua would be fine if he acted according to Mr. Zhuang's instructions.

As for why Mo Hua was asked to do such a dangerous thing...

Aunt Xue guessed that Mr. Zhuang didn't want to come forward.

Mo Hua was his disciple, a local monk in Tongxian City, and proficient in formations. It was perfect for him to do this.

But now, she realized that she might have been wrong from the beginning.

Mo Hua can no longer be called "proficient" in the formation...

A first-level master formation master is already a formation master, not to mention he is still so young.

"The formation was really drawn with ink?" Aunt Xue still couldn't believe it.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both nodded.

Aunt Xue was a little absent-minded, and the more she thought about it, the more incredible it became.

Thirteen years old, first-grade formation...

Aunt Xue couldn't help but sigh:

"No wonder Mr. Zhuang values ​​him so much."

Bai Zixi's eyes moved slightly.

She vaguely felt that her husband's emphasis on ink painting was not entirely due to the formation.

It is the consensus of Bai Zixi and his sister that Mr. Bai Zixi should be good at ink painting and attach great importance to ink painting.

She didn't think about it at first.

Later, Mo Hua learned the formations faster and faster, and his talent became more and more terrifying...

At first she was able to teach Mo Hua, and later she was able to exchange formation techniques with Mo Hua. Later, Mo Hua's formations and divine consciousness methods were no longer understandable to her.

Bai Zixi is a direct descendant of the Bai family and has seen countless Bai family classics since she was a child.

Even if you don't know something, you won't know it at all.

But Mo Hua had mastered the formations and some of the formation methods. She had never heard of them, let alone learned them, and she had never seen them recorded in the Bai family's Sutra Pavilion.

These obscure things must have been taught by Mr. Zhuang, and they are extremely precious inheritance.

Moreover, Mr. Zhuang's attitude towards their three disciples seemed to be the same, but it was obviously biased.

As long as you want to go to Mr. Zhuang's bamboo room and ink painting, you can go there as if you were at home.

Even if Mr. Zhuang is not free, he can sit on the doorstep and read a book casually, or go to the pond to fry fish.

Both Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Puppet have an almost "conniving" goodwill towards ink painting.

She heard her mother talk about Mr. Zhuang's past.

Mr. Zhuang is talented and unruly in nature. He has never been such a gentle person.

I have never treated a disciple like this, and it was only a registered disciple...

Aunt Xue also knew what Zi Xi meant.

Mr. Zhuang will not change his mind without reason.

It must be something Mo Hua said or did, or perhaps Mr. Zhuang considered something for Mo Hua.

Only then did Mr. Zhuang change his mind. He first accepted them as registered disciples, and now he accepted them as direct disciples.

Aunt Xue sighed.

Unexpectedly, the Bai family would be greatly favored by the child Mo Hua.

If it weren't for ink painting, they might not be able to meet Mr. Zhuang, and they might not be able to become Mr. Zhuang's registered disciples.

Nowadays, it is even less likely that I can take Mr. Zhuang as my teacher.

Aunt Xue said to Zisheng and Zixi:

"You all worship Mr. Zhuang as your teacher, and we will be members of the same sect from now on. Since we are members of the same sect, we share the same spirit, so we should pay more attention to Mo Hua."

Bai Zisheng patted his chest and promised: "Aunt Xue, don't worry, I will protect him from now on!"

Bai Zixi also nodded slightly, her eyes gradually brightening.

…

A few days later, Mr. Zhuang chose an auspicious day and held a simple apprenticeship ceremony.

Why it was an auspicious day, Mr. Zhuang did not say.

Mo Hua flipped through the calendar and didn't find anything good about this day.

It probably depends on Mr. Zhuang’s mood.

The ceremony is indeed simple.

It means burning incense, worshiping heaven, serving tea, and then honoring the master.

Burning incense and worshiping the sky.

According to Mr. Zhuang, formation masters seek the way of heaven and only worship heaven, not gods or people.

The three children in Mo Hua drew incense and bowed three times to the sky, which was considered finished.

After that, the three of them served tea to Mr. Zhuang one by one, and then they could change their names and call them "Master".

Registered disciples can only be called "Sir", and only direct disciples can be called "Master".

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both shouted "Master".

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Mo Hua also happily shouted "Master".

Mr. Zhuang also nodded slightly, but his eyes flashed with different emotions.

After burning incense, worshiping heaven, and serving tea, he changed his name to Master.

The three of them, Mo Hua, are considered true classmates.

But since we are from the same sect, we have to rank them according to their seniority.

The three of them started arguing.

"I am the oldest, so I should be the senior brother!" Bai Zisheng said plausibly.

"There is a hierarchy in learning Taoism. I was the first to get started, and I am the senior brother!" Mo Hua snorted.

Bai Zixi looked calm, but she also had her own persistence:

"I want to be a senior sister!"

"Anyway, I am senior brother."

"You are the junior brother, and I am the senior brother..."

"I am senior sister..."

…

In the end, no one could convince anyone, and all three pairs of big, smart eyes looked at Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, his mind moved slightly, and he said to Mo Hua:

"You are young and have suffered a bit, so be my junior brother."

Mo Hua was greatly disappointed, but since Mr. Zhuang had spoken, he naturally wanted to listen, so he said: "Okay, sir."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Do you still call me sir?"

Mo Hua reacted and shouted with a smile:

"Master!"

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, his eyes full of smiles.

In this way, the three named disciples under the big locust tree became Mr. Zhuang's disciples at the same time and became his direct disciples.

There is a pair of senior brothers and sisters who come from aristocratic families, are handsome, amazing and talented.

There is also a junior fellow student who comes from a humble background and has low spiritual roots. He looks like he is just "making up the numbers".