Chapter 375 Wandering

South of Tongxian City, on the mountain road outside Shangtai City, a carriage was moving leisurely.

Thirteen-year-old Mo Hua was sitting in this carriage.

In addition to Mo Hua, there were Mr. Zhuang, Old Kui, and his junior brother Bai Zisheng and junior sister Bai Zixi.

Aunt Xue did not follow without Mr. Zhuang's consent.

This carriage belonged to the Bai family.

It looked ordinary on the outside, but was extremely sturdy. It was not luxurious inside, but it was comfortable to sit in, and it was quite spacious, enough to accommodate five or six people.

Mo Hua and the other two were still young and did not take up space, so the space inside the carriage seemed more ample.

But they could only sit cross-legged, not lying down.

Old Kui was driving the carriage in front, Mr. Zhuang was drinking tea inside, and Mo Hua and the other two were lying on a small desk, doing the homework assigned by Mr. Zhuang.

These homeworks were mainly about formations, and there were also some secrets of cultivation.

Occasionally, after walking for a long time, they would stop to rest.

Mo Hua would run down the carriage, go to the nearby hilltop, and pull some grass to feed the horses.

This horse also belongs to the Bai family, and it is a spiritual beast with a gentle temperament. Even if it encounters a monster, it will not be frightened.

According to Bai Zisheng, although this horse looks ordinary and its hair is not particularly white, it has a special bloodline and a very cool name. It is called something like Yun, something like Long, something like Ji...

Mo Hua thought it was too difficult to pronounce, so he changed the name of this horse and called it "Dabai".

Bai Zisheng was not satisfied with this name, thinking that it was weak and not very impressive.

But this horse seemed to like it very much. Whenever Mo Hua called it "Dabai", it would rub its head against Mo Hua affectionately.

Mo Hua liked this big white horse more and more, so once he stopped to rest, he would think of ways to find food for Dabai, let go of his spiritual consciousness, and pull grass everywhere to feed Dabai.

Dabai was not picky about food, and it would eat whatever Mo Hua fed it.

It was almost noon at this time, and Kui Lao stopped the car to rest.

Mo Hua fed Dabai and looked back at the mountains and the long road. They were already far away from Tongxian City. He couldn't help but sighed slightly.

It had been more than half a month since he left.

Mo Hua gradually adapted to the life of wandering.

Unlike what he thought before, wandering was not about traveling around the world, but about sleeping in the open air and running around.

Fortunately, they had a big white horse pulling the carriage, otherwise it would be even more difficult.

The cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage could not fly, and they could only walk on their two feet when traveling thousands of miles.

Mo Hua had never seen a cultivator who could fly.

Probably because the state boundaries he was in were all second-grade state boundaries, and the highest cultivation level was only foundation building.

Flying should be an ability that only cultivators in the Jindan stage or even above the Jindan stage have.

If they fly to the second-grade state boundary, they are afraid that they will use their cultivation power. As soon as they ascend to the sky, they will be wiped out by the thunder in an instant. They will truly "ascend to the sky"...

Flying to the sky...

Mo Hua silently thought, and he couldn't help but look forward to it. Will he be able to cultivate the golden elixir one day and fly into the sky and hide in the ground?

Unfortunately, the golden elixir is still far away from him, and he hasn't even built his foundation yet.

Mo Hua was a little emotional.

Thinking about it, he felt hungry.

But thinking about what to eat at noon, Mo Hua couldn't get interested.

Most of what they ate along the way was the Bigu Pill.

Bigu Pill is simple and convenient, and can be used by cultivators to fill their stomachs, but it is inevitable that it will be boring if eaten for a long time, and the blood will not flow smoothly.

But since it is a wandering, it is not so particular.

Mo Hua can still eat this little bit of hardship.

In addition to the Bigu Pill, Mo Hua actually has other food.

Before leaving, Liu Ruhua also made a lot of dried meat and put it in the storage bag for him to take.

But Mo Hua was reluctant to eat these.

He would only take out the pills to eat when he was sick of them, or when he missed home, he would eat a piece.

This was made by his mother herself. He was wandering outside and couldn't go home. He ate one less piece, and when he finished it, it was gone...

Mo Hua sighed.

There was no village in front and no shop behind.

So this time, everyone ate the pills for lunch again.

Bai Zisheng was frowning.

It was difficult to go from luxury to frugality. After being used to eating spicy beef, it was really unbearable to eat the pills every day.

Bai Zixi didn't have any expression on his face, but he didn't look very happy.

Mr. Zhuang frowned and suddenly said:

"Don't you want to think about making something for yourself?"

Mo Hua and the other two were all startled, and then they all looked at Kui Lao.

Mr. Zhuang also looked at him.

Normally, it seems that Kui Lao should cook.

Kui Lao said calmly: "I don't mind, as long as you don't mind."

Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng, and Bai Zixi looked at each other, not understanding what they were worried about.

The next day at noon, when Master Kui brought a pot of meat, they understood.

The appearance alone was very disturbing...

Out of politeness, they took a bite and couldn't eat anymore.

Mr. Zhuang also sighed:

"I used to eat this kind of thing..."

Master Kui rolled his eyes at him, "You have a picky taste now, what does it have to do with me? Anyway, it tastes the same, you can eat it or not."

Mr. Zhuang naturally couldn't eat it. He thought about it and looked at Mo Hua.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi's eyes lit up and they also looked at Mo Hua.

Even Master Kui was looking at him.

Mo Hua was stunned, "I don't know how to..."

Mr. Zhuang touched his chin, "In theory, cooking skills are also hereditary. Your mother cooks so well, you should be good too."

Mr. Zhuang encouraged.

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Mo Hua had to bite the bullet and nodded.

Afterwards, Mo Hua recalled his mother's cooking method and tried to make a meat soup.

Mr. Zhuang tasted it and nodded slightly.

Bai Zixi tasted it and nodded slightly.

Bai Zisheng finished eating with a snort and shook his head, "It's still not as good as Aunt Liu."

"Then why do you eat so cleanly?"

Bai Zisheng said honestly: "I'm hungry..."

Although it's not particularly delicious, Mo Hua's meals are indeed the best among the short people, so the task of cooking fell on Mo Hua, the little junior brother.

Perhaps it was really inherited from Liu Ruhua's cooking skills, Mo Hua learned meals very quickly.

After a few days, he was able to cook well.

But it's hard to satisfy everyone, and there are still a lot of problems.

Mr. Zhuang had weak blood and wanted to eat something light; Mr. Kui wanted to eat something crispy and chewy; Bai Zisheng wanted to eat spicy food, preferably meat; Bai Zixi wanted to eat sweet food, preferably pastries...

Mo Hua was scratching his head.

Finally, he thought of a way, which was to make a stove separately.

He drew four formations, divided into four stoves.

One for steaming, one for stir-frying, one for cooking, and one for steaming snacks.

Mo Hua drew the blueprints and designed the formations. When passing through a small fairy city, he stayed for a few days, spent more spirit stones, and found a weapon refiner to build the stove.

After the construction, the weapon refiner asked in confusion:

"Little brother, I can build this stove, but no one can help you draw this formation."

Mo Hua said indifferently: "It's okay, I'll draw it myself."

So Mo Hua really drew the formation in front of him.

The weapon refiner was shocked.

He didn't recover until Mo Hua paid the spirit stones and left the equipment refinery with the stove...

The formation on the stove was drawn by Mo Hua, but the spirit stones for making it were only paid by Mo Hua. In the end, Bai Zisheng won.

After the stove was built, Mo Hua tried to use it for four purposes.

He made a dish of steamed fish.

The fish was from a spirit beast, otherwise it couldn't be steamed or cooked.

He fried a pot of pine nuts.

The pine nuts were prepared for Kui Lao, who liked to crack pine nuts to hear the sound. He could skip rice, but he couldn't skip cracking pine nuts.

He cooked a pot of beef.

This beef was demon meat, which was very cheap, but it took a long time to stew, and it used a lot of spices and was spicy.

He also steamed a pot of cakes.

Soft, sticky, sweet...

Not only Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, but even Mr. Zhuang and Kui Lao were shocked.

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help wondering if his teaching of formations to Mo Hua had hindered his development in food and cooking...

Bai Zisheng still ate all of it, and then said with regret: "I'm still not as good as Aunt Liu."

Mo Hua was not pampering him anymore, and snorted coldly:

"Then you cook it yourself?"

Bai Zisheng said shamelessly: "I'll do it!"

He just felt that even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

Besides, he had eaten a lot of meat and had seen Mo Hua's cooking process. With his understanding, such a small thing should not be a big deal.

So Bai Zisheng tried to cook a pot of meat himself.

The meat was dry and woody, tasteless, hard to chew, and had a fishy smell.

Bai Zisheng took a bite and his little face wrinkled.

Bai Zixi was curious and tried to knead a dough, but it was not steamed and was soft like a ball of white mud...

The two could only look at Mo Hua eagerly.

Mo Hua sighed and could only make it for them again.

After a while, Bai Zisheng ate the dishes made by Mo Hua again, and was so moved that he almost cried, especially compared with his own cooking.

Bai Zixi ate the snacks in small bites, and his eyes were also sparkling.

In this way, the carriage swayed and moved, and before they knew it, another half a month had passed.

During the day, they hurried on the road and learned the formation from Mr. Zhuang in the carriage.

When it was time for dinner, Mo Hua cooked.

If they didn't encounter a fairy city, a small town, or some wild temples and small sects in the mountains at night, they would have to sleep in the mountains.

The carriage was naturally given to Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang was the master of the three people, and it was natural to respect the teacher.

Moreover, although Mr. Zhuang's complexion was better after leaving Tongxian City, his breath was still a little weak.

Mo Hua also hoped that Mr. Zhuang could have a good rest.

Mo Hua and the other two slept outside.

Before sleeping, Mo Hua first inserted a stone formation around and set up a warning formation to prevent encountering monsters or bandits.

Afterwards, together with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, each covered with a blanket and slept on the ground.

This blanket also belongs to the Bai family, but Mo Hua has painted a formation on it again.

It can keep warm and ventilate, it is warm and fluffy, and it is not stuffy, and it is very comfortable to cover.

The night falls, and the mountain moon is cold.

The three of them are wrapped in a blanket, like three little caterpillars, covered in moonlight, sleeping quietly.

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