Since that day, Mo Qingchu never heard anyone mention the Thirteenth Aunt again. She spent her days cultivating in Chaoyang Hall and devoted all her other time to practicing Lanhuazhao.
On this day, Mo Qingchen put away his hands, looked at Wangchuan, and stepped forward to press a mechanism on its body.
"Wake up, Forgotten River," Mo Qingchen said.
The Forgetful River began to walk around the house as if it were a real person.
Although these days have become accustomed to the forgetful river without wearing any clothes, when Mo Qingchen saw it move, he still couldn't help but feel a heat on his face.
The finger technique of Lan Hua Brushing Hole Hand, Mo Qingchen had already mastered most of it, only some were still unfamiliar, but as for the position of the acupoints, Mo Qingchen was extremely familiar with them.
At this time, the Forgotten River began to stir, and Mo Qingchen immediately shouted: "Jū Què Hole!"
Then his body moved slightly, and Mo Qingchen's fingers fluttered like an orchid flower, shouting: "Water Separation Hole!"
"Sorry about that, I clicked on the wrong thing." Mo Qingchen stuck out his tongue at Wang Chuan.
Although she knew that Wangchuan was just a puppet, and didn't have any emotions at all, but facing the vividly lifelike it, she still involuntarily treated it as if it were a real person, often talking to herself during practice.
After a long time of practice, Mo Qingchen finally pressed the mechanism and turned Wang Chuan back into a palm-sized puppet.
"Wang Chuan, just hold on a little longer. Once I reach the Refining Qi stage and can use storage bags, I'll get you a new home." Mo Qingchen patted Wang Chuan and put it into the drawer beside his bed, then habitually pulled out his wine gourd and took two sips before falling asleep in a daze.
Every day is a regular practice, and time has slowly passed unnoticed.
Mo Qingchen still couldn't draw in the air, but after a day of uninterrupted practice, her Orchid Finger technique had gradually gained some fire power. At this point, she could accurately hit his acupoints while running along the River of Oblivion. What was lacking was speed and strength, which were limited by her physical condition, making it impossible to see significant improvement in a short period of time.
On this day, when she felt that she could already do it with ease, Mo Qingchen decided to start practicing the art of cavity pointing in a dark room. Only when she could achieve 100% accuracy in the dark room would this skill be considered slightly accomplished.
Want to practice dark room point hole, first to practice is eye power. Every day after school back to Yang Yi Garden after dinner, Mo Qingchen returned to the house, did not light the white corner lamp again, but took advantage of a wisp of residual sunlight, when the house was dimly lit, began to practice Lan Hua Fu Xue Shou. Gradually, the light in the house became darker and darker, until late at night, the house was pitch black, Mo Qingchen stopped practicing and went to sleep.
Day by day, Mo Qingchen surprisingly found that he could slowly see objects in the dark as well, of course not as clearly visible as in daylight, but only able to make out the rough outline of objects in the darkness.
Then she started to get up half an hour earlier than usual, first went to a quiet garden near Yuanyi Garden, opened her eyes facing the rising sun, rotated her eyeballs 72 degrees left and right, up and down, then closed her eyes for a while, repeated in sequence, practiced for an hour before returning to Yuanyi Garden for breakfast, and then went to Chaoyang Hall for practice.
Before she knew it, winter had arrived and the year-end small competition was less than a month away. Mo Qingchu had been practicing her eyesight for more than two months now, and while she herself didn't feel any different, others around her gradually began to notice some changes.
On this day, Mo Ning Ruo's palm-sized melon seed face was getting closer and closer to Mo Qing Chen, staring at her without blinking.
"Fourteen, what are you looking at?" Mo Qingchen asked in a puzzled tone.
Mo Ning Rou sat back in her seat, pursing her lips and saying: "Qing Chen, I feel like there's something different about you."
"Really?" Mo Qingchen blinked his eyes inexplicably, had he gained weight again? Since coming to the Mo residence, the food was so good that she grew plumper and plumper, no longer resembling the pale and thin appearance when she first arrived.
When Mo Qingchen blinked, Mo Ningrou's eyes lit up and said: "Ah, I know! Qingchen, have you noticed that your eyes seem to be getting brighter and brighter? En... it looks really good, just like many stars running inside!"
Mo Qingchen's face turned black with anger. What kind of description is this? Is she complimenting herself on her looks or something? How does she think she sounds like a demon or something?
Mo Yuqi heard the sound and raised her head, her eyes gleaming like a knife as she stared straight ahead, her mouth curling into a sneer: "Fox spirit!"
Mo Ran Yi, who had always been proud of her beauty, although she didn't usually bother Mo Qing Chen like Mo Yu Qi did for no reason, only because she thought it would lower her status. Hearing her own sister praise Mo Qing Chen so much, she was extremely displeased in her heart. Upon hearing this, she also glanced over here and let out a cold snort.
"Tsk tsk, Sixteen, you must make your brother proud, grow up quickly!" Mo Xiaobao suddenly interjected.
Mo Qingchen was already used to Mo Xiaobao's crazy words, and upon hearing them, he didn't say anything. Instead, Hu Tou asked curiously: "Eighth Brother, why?"
"Isn't it said that in Luoyang City, the Chen family's daughter is the prettiest? That Chen Ming kid always shows off to me every day. Humph! So, Sixteen Sister, you must grow up quickly and help your brother gain some face." Mo Xiaoba said, then seeing Hu Tou's confused expression, he sighed and said, "Forget it, even if I tell you, you won't understand."
Mo Ran's voice was cold as he said, "Eighth Brother, you'd better not hang out with those good-for-nothing friends of yours. Focus on your cultivation instead! What's the point of Chen Jia's Chen Chou being beautiful? She was taken in by a Qi Foundation stage senior from Luoxia Gate to be his furnace vessel!"
"So, having only good looks without real ability is no better than being a mediocre and ordinary woman!"
Mo Xiaobai rubbed her nose and said, "Tenth sister, why are you angry? Brother was just casually saying something."
Mo Ran let out a cold snort and closed his eyes to begin cultivating.
Mo Qingchen helplessly shook his head, this was indeed a calamity from the heavens. He had been sitting there preparing to cultivate, but because of Mo Ningruo's one sentence, those people were once again targeting him with their sarcastic remarks and veiled attacks. He still didn't have enough power, if only... if only he had Mo Feiyan's cultivation level, how would they dare to be so presumptuous!
Mo Qingchu was no longer willing to waste his time on this provocation and quickly adjusted his mood, closed his eyes and began to cultivate.
She sometimes thought that this was probably the purpose of putting children together to cultivate in the clan, and after a long time, they could resist any interference.
In the pavilion, the patriarch Mo Dashan wore a dark dragon gold-patterned robe, which, in contrast to the snow-white surroundings, seemed to be surrounded by an aura of immortality.
"Fifth brother, Qingchen that child, has he still not entered the Refining Qi stage?" Mo Daxuan asked, looking at Mo Dayan who was sitting across from him on a stone table.
Mo Danyan stroked his beard, raised an eyebrow and said: "What's wrong, are you dissatisfied with my granddaughter's slow cultivation? Third brother, this is all thanks to your blessing!" As he spoke, he gave a fierce glare.
Mo Dashi let out a helpless smile and immediately changed the subject: "The Hua family has sent someone to say that at the end of the year, there will be a small competition, and they will bring several people to watch."