568 Scarcity_2
Big Tiger was no longer reserved, chewing on the dried fish with big bites, its eyes squinting into slits, even rubbing its fluffy big head against Mo Hua…
…
In this way, the days of Mo Hua in Tongxian City gradually settled down.
Daily cultivation, learning formations, spending time with his parents, meeting friends for tea, occasionally going into the mountains to relax, and feeding Big Tiger some dried fish.
But sometimes when he was alone, there would still be a hint of desolation in his eyes.
This hint of desolation could be hidden from others, but not from Liu Ruhua.
After pondering, Liu Ruhua asked softly,
“Huar, you came back alone, what about Zisheng and Zixi?”
Mo Hua was taken aback, his gaze downcast, “Elder martial brother and elder martial sister, they went home, to the Bai Family, very far away…”
Liu Ruhua was somewhat regretful and asked again,
“Then… what about Mr. Zhuang?”
Mo Hua shook his head, not knowing how to start, and only after a long time did he speak in a low voice,
“Master he… has also gone to a very distant place, it’s very likely that he’ll never come back…”
In Liu Ruhua’s eyes, a trace of tenderness appeared.
She gently embraced Mo Hua and comforted him,
“You are still young, and you have a long path ahead of you. If it’s meant to be, you will meet again…”
“Mhm.”
Mo Hua agreed softly.
The loss in his heart was slightly eased.
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The next day, he went to South Mountain outside of Tongxian City.
South Mountain was secluded with beautiful scenery.
Atop South Mountain, there was the “Forgetful Residence.”
Mr. Zhuang used to live in seclusion there, and Mo Hua and his martial siblings had also come here to study.
But now, everything was gone.
The path leading to the former abode was empty and desolate.
Without the mountain residence, without the large locust tree, without the bamboo forest, without the pond, and without the fish in it.
On the path up and down the mountain, he could no longer bump into his elder martial brother and sister.
Nobody else would be resting in the Bamboo Residence on the mountain anymore, waiting for the breeze to blow over and wake them from their slumber, to teach him formations or to answer his many questions…
Beneath the locust tree, he and his elder martial brother would spar and frolic, with his elder martial sister reading on the side…
The master would be taking a nap, Old Kui playing chess…
These scenes gradually became blurry.
As if they were all just a dream, shrouded in a layer of fog that seemed both real and illusory.
The events of the past were all but forgotten…
With complex feelings in his heart, Mo Hua’s clear eyes were tinged with a layer of faint melancholy, which then dissolved in a moment,
Like the morning mist driven away by the rising glow of the dawn.
“We will meet again…”
Mo Hua murmured to himself.
There was still so much he had to do…
The road was long, the Great Dao was vast, and what he needed to consider now was the path after Foundation Establishment…
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Mo Hua sat quietly on the mountaintop, after calming his emotions, he fell into deep thought.
He had now established his foundation…
His Divine Sense had only fourteen patterns, mid-stage Foundation Establishment, but due to the qualitative change in his Divine Sense, refined like mercury, his Divine Sense was different in “quality” compared to that of other cultivators.
As for the use of this difference, Mo Hua had not yet studied it in detail.
But at least, it laid the foundation for his “Divine Sense Proving the Dao.”
And it was completely different from other methods of Proving the Dao with Divine Sense.
Beyond Divine Sense, however, Mo Hua found that his Foundation Establishment was basically “a complete mess.”
His Spiritual Power was very weak.