Asking About Longevity

Chapter 44 Inspiration

 "The Theory of the Origin of Formation" can only be read at Mr. Zhuang's place and cannot be taken out.

 In the next few days, Mo Hua would go to Mr. Zhuang’s house early, and then find a clean and comfortable place to read alone.

 If you have any questions, just write them down silently, and then ask Mr. Zhuang for advice after he has finished taking a nap. Mr. Zhuang answers every question and can often solve the doubts of Mo Hua in just a few words, which makes Mo Hua greatly admire him.

In just a few days, Mo Hua's knowledge of formations has increased a lot.

The Moshan couple wanted to come and pay their respects, but Mr. Zhuang pushed them away. Mr. Zhuang said that he likes to be quiet and does not interact with others. He accepted the kindness, but there was no need to come.

Liu Ruhua was also very happy. When she had time, she cooked more dishes and asked Mo Hua to give them to Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Puppet.

“I’m tired of eating delicacies from mountains and seas. Although these things are simple, they also contain simple thoughts, so they are also the most rare.”

 Mo Hua gave some snacks to Puppet Lao. Puppet Lao was a little surprised when he received the snacks, but he didn't tell Mo Hua anything. He tasted a few bites and neither said they were good nor bad.

Even so, without any expression, the Moshan couple always felt guilty.

 After speaking, he picked up a piece of shortbread and chewed it.

Mr. Zhuang also seemed to take things as he came. He learned ink painting quickly and slowly, and he never said a word whether he was good at it or bad at it.

"yes."

  Half a month later, Mo Hua had almost read "The Theory of the Origin of Formation", and Mr. Zhuang began to teach Mo Hua the Theory of Formation.

 I almost swelled with Mr. Zhuang...

Some of them taste very good, and some of them are not easy to accept. Liu Ruhua will choose the ones that taste good and ask Mo Hua to bring them to Mr. Zhuang to try.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting with a slightly apologetic expression, but he still said bluntly: "But you may not be able to go far at all. The third-level formation master may have reached his limit, so teaching you according to the previous method is just a waste of time. It won’t do you any good.”

Mr. Zhuang showed an interesting expression, but his eyes concealed the warmth of the world:

Looking at Mr. Zhuang’s appearance, he must have eaten all kinds of delicacies and delicacies, and he may not like the food that ordinary casual cultivators eat.

 Puppet Lao likes to eat snacks, and according to Mo Hua’s observation, Puppet Lao likes to eat crispy snacks, and he especially likes to eat snacks and play chess at the same time. So Liu Ruhua made some crispy fruits and asked Mo Hua to give them to Mr. Puppet every now and then.

Mr. Zhuang looked indifferent: "A broken mirror is hard to round, and water is hard to recover. The sea of ​​​​qi has been broken, and it is useless to eat anything. It is better to eat something that can make you happy."

"As for your understanding, your understanding is actually pretty good, but it's a pity that you started too late, and your understanding of various formation theories lacks a foundation. The children of aristocratic families are all educated since childhood, and they have some advanced knowledge of formations since they were young. You are familiar with it, but you lack this accumulation. Even if you learn from scratch now, it will be much slower."

Although it is a low-grade wild monster with no aura, the cooking method is very unique. The meaty aroma of bison meat is mixed with spicy spices, giving it a wild flavor that has never been experienced before.

Seeing that both of them had accepted the gifts and tasted them with their own lips, Mo Hua felt relieved.

The old man was too lazy to care about him, and after a moment he suddenly asked: "Is it really that delicious?"

 The formation theory taught by Mr. Zhuang is broader and more obscure than that taught by Yanjiao Xi. They were all formation terms that Mo Hua had never heard of before, and Mo Hua learned them very slowly.

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“When I taught my disciples before, I always taught them formation theory first, so that they could memorize the thousands of formation schools and theories in the monastic world, laying a foundation so that they can more easily integrate them in the future and go further in the formation process.”

Mr. Zhuang pondered for a moment and said: "Your spiritual roots are not very good. Even if you don't lack spiritual stones and techniques, it is not easy to reach the golden elixir stage. The realm determines the upper limit of the formation master. No matter how high your understanding is, there is not enough The realm cannot reach higher formations..."

Mo Hua looked gloomy and felt somewhat lost.

This was the first time Mr. Zhuang had eaten beef with this kind of taste. He couldn't help but eat a few more slices and kept some for drinking.

Mo Shan went up the mountain and killed a bison. Liu Ruhua marinated the beef and stewed it until it was delicious. He also made various snacks and asked Mo Hua to take them together and give them to Mr. Zhuang. He also told Mo Hua:

"Since Mr. Zhuang likes to be clean, we won't bother you, but we always have to give some small gifts. Mr. Zhuang is probably not short of things like spiritual stones. Although these foods are not expensive, they are still what we want. You give this painting to your husband, I hope he won’t dislike it.”

 Over time, Mr. Zhuang got used to eating, and he didn’t like to eat the food cooked by Mr. Zhuang.

“Oh,” the old man said as if he hadn’t heard anything. He concentrated on playing chess while picking up a piece of fruit and putting it into his mouth.

The old man watched the chess game intently, and after a moment he said, "I'll chew it and listen to the sound."

Mr. Zhuang seemed to find it quite novel when he received the food box. He tasted a few slices of beef and nodded slightly.

 One day, Mo Hua sent some meat and snacks to Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Puppet. He read a book and asked a few questions before saying goodbye and going home.

There are many kinds of monsters in the mountains, and they have different tastes. Liu Ruhua is busy with the restaurant business on weekdays. In his free time, he concentrates on studying cooking. He uses the meat obtained from hunting monsters in Mo Mountain to try various cooking methods and different meat combinations. Different seasonings and different stewing methods also present different flavors.

It was getting late. Mr. Zhuang was sitting by the pond, looking at the sunset on the horizon, eating beef and drinking wine, looking quite leisurely.

 Mo Hua wanted to become a first-grade formation master first, but this goal may be too small in Mr. Zhuang’s eyes, and he didn’t know what kind of formation master there was, so he said honestly:

 “The disciple doesn’t know what kind of formation master he can become.”

Mr. Zhuang looked at him and suddenly asked, "You can't taste it, so why are you eating these?"

 When Mo Hua gave the food box to Mr. Zhuang, he felt somewhat uneasy.

But it seemed that he had eaten too much beef, and Mr. Zhuang felt uneasy, so he asked Mo Hua:

 “What kind of formation master do you want to be?”

Mr. Zhuang took another chopstick of meat and put it into his mouth, tasting it carefully, "The taste is very special." Mr. Puppet frowned and said, "You have never eaten any delicacies in your life? Why are you greedy now?"

 “Yeah, yeah.” Mo Hua nodded in agreement.

 But when I think about it, let alone a third-level formation master, even if I become a second-level formation master, I can still have some fun. After all, there are only a handful of first-grade formation masters in the entire Tongxian City.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and solemnly said: "Everything in the world has its own destiny. Disciples only need to concentrate on learning the formations. You can learn as far as you can. If you care too much about gains and losses, you will lose your original intention. Please give me your guidance." .”

Mr. Zhuang looked slightly surprised and looked at the ink paintings silently, then smiled calmly and said:

　　"You are right. People make decisions, and gains and losses depend on heaven. Don't worry about gains and losses and let your heart wander. In this case, I will change the teaching method tomorrow."

 (End of this chapter)