Asking about longevity

When I really started to learn ink painting, I found that passing water is not as difficult as I thought before.

The difficulty of the passing water step lies in controlling the spiritual power with spiritual consciousness and pulling the physical body with spiritual power. The stronger the spiritual consciousness controls spiritual power, the more flexible the spiritual power affects the physical body.

According to Mr. Zhuang, the ancient technique of Tianyan Jue does not increase spiritual power or strengthen the five elements, but is good at enhancing the control of spiritual consciousness.

The Mo Hua Ben is a formation master. He draws formations every day, and his use of spiritual consciousness is better than that of ordinary monks. After practicing the Tianyan Jue, it is even more powerful. It is not difficult to control spiritual power and activate body movements.

I found it difficult before, mostly because I was born weak and easily unbalanced in my movements, so I couldn't use the body technique.

For ordinary monks, even if the physical body is not strong, it is enough for practicing body skills. The difficult thing is how to control the spiritual power in detail, so that the spiritual power can operate accurately and reach the meridians and acupuncture points of the limbs.

For ink painting, the most difficult thing is that the physical body is weak, so it is not difficult at all to transfer spiritual power to the meridians and acupuncture points.

Not only that, the spiritual power of ink painting is even more meticulous than what is required in the passing water step mind diagram. In some complex body movements, Mo Hua can also make some more complex changes.

In just ten days, Mo Hua had almost mastered the movement of the passing water step.

But if optical skills are not enough, Mo Hua feels that actual combat is still needed.

On this day, Mo Hua came to the foot of the mountain outside Tongxian City and found a big tree with deep roots and lush leaves.

The big trees are full of wild fruits. These wild fruits are relatively small, sour and inedible, so they bear so many fruits that they are almost all over the tree.

Mo Hua kicked the big tree, but it didn't move at all, but the soles of his feet were numb.

Mo Hua had no choice but to draw a simple earthquake formation and bury it under the big tree.

The seismic formation is a basic earth-based formation. It contains not many formation patterns and is simple to draw. When activated by spiritual power, it will vibrate.

The ink painting injected some spiritual power and activated the formation. The seismic formation flashed with earthy gray light, and then vibrated. The big tree also trembled, and wild fruits fell from the tree one after another.

The fallen wild fruits hit the ink painting standing under the tree.

Mo Hua regained his energy and began to use the water-passing footwork to avoid falling wild fruits.

A dozen wild fruits fell down, and Mo Hua dodged eight or nine of them, only being hit twice. One was hit on the shoulder, and the other was hit on the head.

Mo Hua covered his little head and breathed in the cold air.

I miscalculated, I didn't expect that being hit would hurt so much.

Mo Hua glanced at the towering tree, and then walked away angrily. Almost an hour later, Mo Hua came over again with a small helmet on his head.

He just went to find Master Chen.

This small helmet was specially made by Master Chen for him. It is simple and lightweight. It cannot protect against attacks from monks, but it is more than enough to prevent a few wild fruits from falling.

The fearless ink painting activated the seismic array again and began to avoid the falling wild fruits with water-moving steps.

At the beginning, Mo Hua was concentrating and did not get hit a few times. Later, although his consciousness was still clear, his hands and feet were tired, his movements were no longer flexible, his spiritual power gradually became weaker, and there were more wild fruits on his body.

It was getting late, Mo Hua patted the big tree and said, "I'll come back tomorrow." Then he went home.

After returning home, Liu Ruhua applied medicine to Mo Hua and said distressedly: "Where have you been playing? Why are you bruised and swollen..."

"It's okay, mom, it doesn't hurt."

Liu Ruhua's hand applied the medicine a little, and Mo Hua screamed in pain.

Liu Ruhua said angrily: "Are you saying it doesn't hurt?" After saying this, he felt a little distressed and his movements became gentle again.

Mo Hua said: "They are all superficial injuries, nothing serious."

"You're not fighting with someone, are you?"

"Don't worry, mother, I'm practicing my body skills so that I can run away if there is danger in the future..."

"Really?" Liu Ruhua asked.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Liu Ruhua breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." Looking at the bruises on Mo Hua's body, he couldn't help but said, "Then be careful."

Mo Hua said confidently: "Mom, don't worry, I'm just learning. After a while, even if it rains heavily, it won't get the corners of my clothes wet..."

Liu Ruhua laughed and shook his head, and couldn't help pinching Mo Hua's nose, "The tone is not small!"

On the second day, Mo Hua's "injury" had not healed, the bruising on his shoulders and back had not gone away, and his whole body ached due to a slight pull. Although he became more proficient in the water-passing footwork, his performance was no better than on the first day.

On the third day, Mo Hua's pain was relieved and his footwork improved, so there were fewer wild fruits that could hit Mo Hua.

Every day after that, Mo Hua practiced his body skills under the tree. Every time there are fewer wild fruits on the trees, the ink painting progresses a little faster.

By the time I became more proficient in ink painting, there were not many wild fruits left on the trees.

In front of the ink painting, a towering tree stands silently. A few green wild fruits hang alone on the treetops that were originally leafy.

It looks a bit desolate...

Mo Hua felt sorry for it, so he drew a water-wood formation and buried it at the root of the big tree.

The water-wood array can store water vapor, nourish spiritual trees, and help flowers, plants and trees grow. It can be regarded as an apology from Mo Hua.

The big tree was nourished by the water-wood array, and its leaves seemed a little greener.

Although I am relatively proficient in the ink painting step, it is hard to say how it will fare in actual combat.

After all, there are traces for falling wild fruits, but in actual fighting, the enemy's fists, kicks and spells may not have a fixed trajectory.

After all, you need to find someone to practice with.

But who to look for?

Mo Shan wants to go into the mountains to hunt monsters, and both his cultivation and actual combat experience are much higher than Mo Hua's, so it's not suitable. Since Dahu and the other three became demon hunters, they have often gone to the Daheishan Mountains for as little as three to five days or as long as half a month. Even if they come back, they still have a lot of things to do, so they certainly can't bother them.

Dazhu and the others also have to learn weapon refining from Master Chen every day, so they are very busy.

Zhang Lan?

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head. Although he looked idle, he was Daotingsi's Diansi after all, so he couldn't really be doing nothing every day. Moreover, the movement technique itself was taught by him, so it would be a bit shameless for him to be a sparring partner.

Mo Hua couldn't think of a suitable candidate.

A few days later, Mo Hua brought wine and food to Mr. Zhuang, asked a few questions, and then left.

When she walked under the big locust tree, she found Bai Zixi with a demure look on her face, reading a book with warmth and beauty, and the crystal white locust flowers fell softly on her body.

Bai Zisheng, on the other hand, was lying on his back under a tree with a book covering his face, looking extremely bored and hopeless. He would roll around occasionally, and his demeanor was really hard to watch.

Mo Hua sighed.

When Bai Zisheng heard the sound, he immediately sat up and looked at the ink painting with piercing eyes.