The old puppet raised his hand and the newly-rubbed thread ball was instantly wiped out, without leaving any trace in his palm.

"Complex spell principles are often hidden in the simplest and most common things."

"For example, this thread."

"For example, the mountains and rivers, clouds and rains, grass and trees in this world..."

Mo Hua nodded and said calmly:

"Grandpa Puppet, I remember it, but I don't understand it very much now..."

The corners of old Kuang's mouth raised slightly, showing a smile that didn't look like a smile, "It doesn't matter, read more, learn more, think more, and you will understand the day."

"Yes!" Mo Hua Zheng said with a head start.

Kuo Lao thought for a while and said:

"I will only demonstrate this magic technique once, so you can take a look."

Ink paintings are refreshed.

Puppet old man spread his palms and a fireball appeared, which showed a light red air. Then, as Puppet old man's spiritual sense was pulled, his spiritual power compressed inward, condensed into a dark red fire thread.

The fire threads contain amazing spiritual power and float in the air.

Then another fireball grew from Puppet Old's palm.

Then the fireball condenses into a fire thread.

After more than ten rounds, there were no fireballs in Kuang Lao's palm, but more than ten crimson and amazingly scorching fire threads.

Old Pu'er's eyes sank and his mind moved.

These fire threads are wrapped around and condense into a small fireball.

This fireball technique is entangled with spiritual silk. Rather than a fireball, it is more like a ball of spiritual power woven with flames.

Multiple compression, spiritual power reconstruction.

It seems to be a simple fireball technique, but it also exudes amazing pressure.

The old man Kuang waved his hand and the fireball flew out quickly and fell into the surging river water beside him.

A harsh strange sound suddenly rang out.

If cold water pours into oil, the river surface suddenly boils.

Ink painting looked in the sound and opened her mouth in an instant.

A big river, a huge lake, was evaporated by a small fireball technique.

The water vapor around it forms clouds and mist, and the hot air evaporates.

After a while, the river flowed backwards.

The sound of the surging tide sounded.

The river water poured into the hollow, and a huge vortex formed on the originally calm river surface.

The mood of ink painting is like this river, and it cannot be calm for a long time.

The spiritual power that Kuo Lao used was only the first-grade fireball technique.

But can a fireball technique produce such a huge lethality?

Mo Hua looked at Kuang Lao with shocked expression and full of admiration.

Old Kuang was in a comfortable mood, but his expression was still faint.

He patted Mo Hua on the shoulder, "Remember, learn more and practice more."

Mo Hua nodded in a daze.

Old Puppet left with satisfaction.

When he got to the side, Mr. Zhuang complained to him, "What did you teach him this thing to do?"

"He can learn, why can't I teach?"

"He doesn't even know what this is, you just teach him like this?"

Old Puppet didn't say anything, and said silently after a moment:

"I'm afraid that if I don't teach, I won't have the chance to teach..."

Old Kuang turned his head and looked at Mr. Zhuang again, "Don't you think so too?"

Mr. Zhuang was stunned when he heard this, and was silent for a long time, and sighed helplessly.

...

The ink painting looked excited.

What a powerful fireball technique!

This power is completely beyond his cognition.

Mo Hua couldn't wait to try it out by himself, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

The principle seems simple, spiritual power is like cotton wool. First condense the spiritual power into thin silk, and then weave the spiritual thread into a ball of spiritual power...

But in fact, that's not the case at all.

The spiritual consciousness of the Mo Hua is already very strong, with the peak of the thirteen-story foundation building pattern. After practicing the Tianyan Art and learning the spiritual pivot formation, the spiritual power control is not weak.

But with such a strong spiritual sense and such meticulous control, even the same thing as condensed spiritual power into silk threads cannot be done.

The ink painting is a bit surprised and a little disappointed.

But after thinking about it, I felt normal again.

If such a powerful spell can be learned so easily, it is really a daydream.

Mo Hua completely remembered every bit of the old spell cast in Puppet in his mind.

I think about it when I have time, and I hope that one day in the future, I can also use this terrifying fireball technique...

The ink painting reveals expectations.

Whether it is a formation or a spell.

There is still a lot to learn by myself.

As long as you keep learning, one day you will be able to integrate all of these, master advanced formations, and control powerful spells.

...

Most of the journeys afterwards are safe and sound.

Although I was traveling day and night, sleeping in the open air, it was not hard.

Ink painting uses materials based on local materials, and changes its patterns and makes various meals. His cooking skills are getting longer and longer, and the meals he makes are becoming more and more delicious.

The carriage is leisurely and leisurely.

Mr. Zhuang took a nap in the car, and the three of them were surrounded by a small table, drawing formations, reading books, or doing various homework for practicing Taoism.

If he occasionally stops to rest and has plenty of time, he will play a few chess games with Mr. Pu.

The simple five elements chess game is still played.

The two of them had a lot of fun.

Although Mr. Zhuang is not uncommon, he is still a little surprised. He did not expect that Mo Hua could really play chess with Mr. Kuang.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi didn't understand.

Sometimes, when Mo Hua went to buy vegetables, go to Dabai, or find a formation, they also made a few moves with Mr. Pu.

But without exception, they were all disliked by Pu Lao.

Old Kuai thought Bai Zixi was too smart and was very thoughtful when playing the Five Elements Chess, so he would not let him go.

If you think Bai Zisheng, you think he is too reckless.

It’s fine if you eat it every day, but when playing the Five Elements Chess, you only know how to "eat" and have no level of quality.

It's better to paint ink.

When playing chess, it comes naturally.

Neither deliberately spending time nor being greedy.

Of course, it is mainly because the two of them have "equal" chess skills, and they have no utilitarian victory or defeat, they are just for fun.

Ink painting plays chess with the old man.

Old Puppets will also carve some puppets for the ink painting.

At first, it was just a tiger of big and big. Later, the old Puppet pine nut coughed a lot and began to accept various requirements of ink painting.

What kind of wolf, insect, tiger, leopard, and strange monsters?

When Mo Hua saw it, she pestered Puppet Old Man and carved one for him.
To be continued...