"Don't this mean that this spell is powerful?"

"It's not that powerful," Bai Zisheng raised his eyebrows and said confidently, "It can only trap me for about two breaths. I activate my spiritual power and break free after a while."

Mo Hua said: "The battle between life and death is hanging on the line. These two breaths are enough to determine the outcome and also enough to determine life and death."

Bai Zisheng frowned when he heard this, thought for a while, and had to admit, "You are right."

If you don’t notice it for a while and are plotted against by others, the time of one or two breaths is indeed enough to determine life and death.

Mo Hua reminded: "Be careful in the future and don't be obsessed with such unpopular spells."

Bai Zisheng nodded with a serious expression.

Then he thought again that there are probably not many monks in this world who have extremely strong spiritual consciousness, extremely fast attacks, and extremely erratic magic.

Bai Zisheng felt a little relieved inexplicably.

It is rare to have an opportunity. Not all monks can use such an indifferent spell. Bai Zisheng still wants to discuss with Mo Hua for a while, but if he continues to discuss, he will not finish his homework.

Bai Zisheng had no choice but to go back reluctantly to continue his homework.

After Mo Hua finished practicing water prison techniques, he was about to leave, but Bai Zixi suddenly called him.

Mo Hua turned around and saw Bai Zixi's fair little hands taking out a book and handing it to him from the storage bag embroidered with gorgeous golden phoenix patterns beside him.

"What book is this?"

“Meal Score.”

I took the ink painting and looked carefully. It was indeed a recipe, which recorded some delicious foods and cooking techniques in the Taoist world.

The names of dishes are dazzling, like the golden and blue hall, the crabapple jade, the plum blossoms reflect the snow, the dew and lotus, only envy the mandarin ducks, the fairy dew and the pearls, etc.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "For me?"

Bai Zixi glanced at him indifferently, "For Aunt Liu."

"oh."

Mo Hua nodded, and it was right after thinking about it. He is not a tutor, so it is useless to ask for this recipe.

"It's considered the previous thank you." Bai Zixi said with a clear voice.

Mo Hua smiled, "Thank you, my mother will definitely be happy when she received it."

Bai Zixi also smiled slightly, her eyebrows were like a crescent moon, her eyes were like a flash of cereals, clear and stunning.

Mo Hua sighed in her heart, "What are you doing when you look so beautiful?"

Mo Hua went back and looked through the recipe along the way to see what delicious food was. As he looked at it, he became hungry.

After returning home, Mo Hua handed the meal to Liu Ruhua, "Mom, Zixi asked me to give it to you."

Liu Ruhua took it, glanced at it, and looked happy, "Thank you Zixi for me."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, then pointed to a meal called "Emerald Bamboo Rice" above, and smiled, "Mom, I want to eat this."

Jade bamboo rice is to cut a piece of jade bamboo tube, put fragrant rice, add some green plums, fill the belly and sweet spring water, and place it on the fire to bake.

When the heat comes, the green color of the jade bamboo fades and the rice will be cooked.

Split the bamboo tube, the fragrance of bamboo, the slight sourness of green plums, and the fragrance of rice are mixed together, the fragrance is soft and glutinous, and the color, fragrance and taste are all complete.

The method is not difficult, and the ingredients are simple, not particularly rare. There are other substitutes for a few rare ingredients.

I chose this ink painting for a long time before I chose this one.

Liu Ruhua touched Mo Hua's head in a doting way, "Okay, I'll do it for you."

The next day, Liu Ruhua prepared all the ingredients and tried to make them several times, and the jade bamboo rice was successful.

After taking a bite of Mo Hua, the taste was soft and glutinous, and the fragrance left on the cheeks, I couldn't help but squint and said, "Mom, it's so delicious!"

Liu Ruhua was happy to see Mo Hua eating, and her eyes were filled with smiles.

In the next two days, Liu Ruhua made more and asked Mo Hua to send it to Mr. Zhuang and the Bai brothers and sisters.

Mr. Zhuang liked the fragrance quite a bit and nodded with satisfaction.

Although Bai Zisheng likes it, he prefers to eat spicy monster meat.

My favorite is Bai Zixi. She sat under the big locust tree and ate bite by bit. Her movements were gentle and elegant, and she chewed slowly in small mouths, but she never stopped and soon ate three or four festivals.

"Is it so delicious?" Mo Hua was a little confused.

Bai Zixi raised his head when he heard this, picked up a section and handed it to Mo Hua.

As I ate Mo Hua, I felt that it seemed to be better than what he ate that day. After eating it for a while, I wanted to eat it again.

So under the big locust tree, the two of them were like two little pandas, eating bamboo one by one.

The matter of censorship came to an end. It would be more convenient for Mo Hua to act in the inner mountain and to bleed the monsters.

For the rest of the time, in my dreams will not only practice, but also draw formations, learn to solve the formation and reverse spirit formation.

First learn the first-grade reorganization, learn to draw it on paper, and then untie the formation yourself after drawing.

Ink painting keeps painting and solving it themselves. If you get tired of it, practice the nine half-formed reverse spirit formation.

The progress of the array of disassembly is very smooth. Every time the array of reassembly is untied, Mo Hua's ability to disassembly is further improved.

But the progress of the Inverse Spirit Array is very slow.

The complete reverse spirit array is ten formation patterns, and the ten-line spiritual consciousness is comparable to foundation building. The spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is far from enough, so the complete reverse spirit array cannot be drawn.

Even with the nine half-formed patterns, the ink painting is becoming more and more difficult.

The tenth array pattern above the nine array patterns, each stroke, consumed by the spiritual consciousness is almost as good as the spiritual consciousness needed to draw a whole array pattern before.

Ink painting is also a little suspicious.

At this progress, can I really have the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building stage before building the foundation...

Even if you really have such spiritual consciousness before building a foundation, how many years will it take to practice?

It won't take decades...

Mo Hua was a little worried, and then he thought:

"I don't know if there are any other ways to enhance spiritual consciousness..."

Mo Hua thought about it and felt it was unlikely that among the monks around him, his spiritual consciousness had grown the fastest.

Even Zisheng and Zixi, although their spiritual roots are better than him and their cultivation is higher than him, their spiritual consciousness is not as good as him.

The Bai family is a big family, and Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi are also the best in the family. This shows that even if the ink paintings are placed in large families or sects, their spiritual consciousness is not unique, but at least they are only a handful.

There seems to be no better way now.

Mo Hua sighed, calmed down and stopped thinking about everything.

Since you can only rely on formations at the moment, then just keep drawing.

One day, as long as the spiritual consciousness continues to grow, one day there will be spiritual consciousness comparable to the foundation building, which is just a matter of time.

After about ten days, Mo Hua met Yu Chengyi and found that he looked solemn, he couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Yu, what happened?"

Yu Chengyi was concentrating on his thoughts. He looked up and found that it was an ink painting. After thinking about it, he would know the ink painting that he should know sooner or later, so he didn't hide it. He said:

"What happened, and those sinful cultivators took action again."

"That bald head?"

Yu Chengyi nodded: "Not bad."

Mo Hua said in surprise: "His he killed someone and robbed again?"

"This time he robbed a caravan, and a group of more than twenty monks, all disappeared, and they didn't even see the body. There were only some blood on the scene."

Mo Hua's heart was a little unbearable, and then he was a little confused, "There should be a caravan that was robbed before. Is there any difference this time?"

Yu Chengyi's expression was very solemn, which was rare in the past.

"It's different." Yu Chengyi sighed and continued: "First, there are many monks who were robbed this time, and none of them seem to have survived. Second, there is a monk in this caravan with a special identity."

"Is it a big man?" Mo Hua was a little curious.

"It's not a big shot," Yu Chengyi said, asking Mo Hua: "Do you still remember the Kong family?"

"The Kong family in Qingxuan City?"

"right."

Mo Hua naturally remembers that it forced Uncle Ji and his son to escape, Fu Lan's family was destroyed, and bribed Qingxuan City Daotingsi, Yuru Village, and Kong's family that bullied the casual cultivator.

"In this caravan, there is the young master of the Kong family's direct line, Kong Sheng."

Thank you Taoist You Fang for your reward~

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