Chapter 123: Sparring

Mo Shan was slightly startled.

“I also want to accompany Hua Er, watch him marry and have children, a house full of grandchildren...” Liu Ru Hua's eyes showed a longing look. “But who can say for sure what will happen in the future?”

Mo Shan comforted his wife, “You don't need to worry.”

Liu Ru Hua shook her head, “I'm not worried. I know you're worried about Hua Er encountering danger, but how can a cultivator's life not face danger?”

Mo Shan thought for a bit and couldn't help but nod.

A cultivator's life, even if it's smoother, will inevitably have twists and turns and encounter several dangers. What's more, they were originally rough loose cultivators, who were just living by risking their lives.

Liu Ru Hua continued, “As the saying goes, parents love their child and plan for them deeply. We are only Qi Refining cultivators. We can't prevent him from encountering danger, so we can only let him learn to face danger.”

Mo Shan was silent. He stroked his wife's long hair, his expression softening.

“You are right. The path of cultivation is long. We cannot take care of him for a lifetime. We can only teach him to take good care of himself.”

The next evening, Mo Shan called Mo Hua into the small courtyard and said:

“How is your body technique practice coming along?”

Mo Hua was still thinking his father wanted to blame him. Hearing these words, he was a bit stunned and said:

“Almost learned.”

Mo Shan nodded, “Let me try a bit.”

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, “Okay!”

He also wanted to know if his father, a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, could break his Passing Water Step.

Mo Hua walked out about ten *zhang*, turned around and stood firm, his gaze slightly condensed as he looked at Mo Shan, and said:

“Dad, I'm ready.”

“Okay, be careful.”

As soon as Mo Shan's words fell, his body shot out an afterimage and came quickly.

So fast!

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart. He released his divine sense, urged his spiritual power, and his body floated backward.

Mo Hua retreated halfway, and when he couldn't see his father's figure in his gaze, he suddenly felt a faint oppressive feeling behind him. His heart was alerted. He lightly turned his body and floated to the left again.

Mo Shan, who had appeared behind Mo Hua without him knowing, grabbed nothing. He couldn't help but look slightly surprised. He turned and flashed, his right hand continuing to probe towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's expression was solemn.

Mo Shan's speed was too fast, and he had rich experience from fighting and killing demon beasts all year round. His body shape was sometimes real and sometimes illusory. In Mo Hua's divine sense, he could barely perceive Mo Shan's figure.

And when he did perceive him, Mo Shan was often already by his side.

Mo Shan's divine sense was not much stronger than Mo Hua's. The reason Mo Hua couldn't perceive him was purely because Mo Shan's body shape was too fast, and his movements were decisive and highly deceptive, making it impossible for Mo Hua to judge.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh. His combat experience was still far lacking.

The two exchanged hands several more rounds. Mo Hua dodged desperately, strained left and right, but still barely managed.

As they chased back and forth several times, Mo Shan's figure in Mo Hua's divine sense finally became a bit clearer and easier to recognize.

Mo Hua's dodging gradually found a rhythm.

Mo Shan would feint to the east and attack to the west, attacking where he was unprepared. Mo Hua also learned to combine the virtual and the real, being unpredictable.

The more they exchanged hands, the more *cong rong* Mo Hua's body technique became.

Just as Mo Hua's body technique was gradually entering a wonderful realm, he was suddenly grabbed by Mo Shan without a trace, who grasped his collar and lifted him up.

Mo Hua was dumbfounded, “Dad, you can even grab me like this!”

Mo Shan hummed, “Your body technique still needs more practice.”

Although he said so, Mo Shan was still shocked in his heart.

Mo Hua's set of body techniques far exceeded his expectations!

In the chase just now, even cultivators of the same realm as him would not necessarily be able to dodge every single one of his moves.

And Mo Hua not only dodged them, but also seemed at ease. Except for a little panic at the beginning, the more he went on, the more *cong rong* he became. His footwork was elegant, advancing and retreating with evidence, not inferior to some experienced old demon hunters.

Moreover, this door of body technique was formless and traceless. He couldn't see at all where the force was applied, how the force was borrowed, and how the force was received.

Judging by the moves of ordinary body cultivators, it was simply unfathomable.

Mo Shan also didn't see through this door of body technique. He only relied on his years of life-and-death fighting experience and his familiarity with his son to guess where Mo Hua would appear, taking a wild guess.

If not for that, he would probably need to circle dozens more rounds, waiting for Mo Hua's physical strength to run out and expose a flaw, only then could he catch him.

Mo Shan's heart was surging.

Mo Hua was only at Qi Refining fifth layer...

Mo Hua saw his father standing in his original place, his expression calm, showing neither joy nor anger, but seeming in a daze. He then asked: “Dad?”

Mo Shan came back to his senses, looked at Mo Hua, thought for a bit, and said:

“Your body technique is okay, but you still need to practice more. Don't slack off!”

“Oh.” Mo Hua nodded.

But he thought this also counted as praise, and felt a little happy in his heart.

“Dad, do you also learn body technique?” Mo Hua asked again.

Mo Shan shook his head, “This of mine doesn't count as any body technique. It's just something I comprehended myself during fights with demon beasts in order not to get injured. Then I looked at others' body techniques and learned a bit, piecing together pieces from the east and west to form this.”

“Is it a body technique purely for actual combat use?” Mo Hua asked with solemn respect.

“You can say that.”

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, “Can you teach me?”

Mo Shan hesitated and said: “Haven't you already learned a body technique? Don't mix them up. First master one kind.”

“I'll use it as a reference...” Mo Hua said.

Mo Shan thought for a moment, nodded and said: “Okay.”

Mo Shan demonstrated several basic footwork actions for Mo Hua.

Some actions were similar to the Passing Water Step but slightly different. Some seemed like simple advancing and retreating footwork. There were also fragments of other body technique moves. Finally, these were mixed together to form a set of simple and fierce body techniques.

It looked like it was pieced together from scattered parts, but Mo Hua didn't despise it at all.

This was currently the most threatening set of body techniques to him, and he simply couldn't think of how to deal with it.

Simple, efficient, no extra movements, emphasizing adapting to changes, winning with no moves against those with moves.

It could be said to be full of flaws, but as long as it was used well, it could also be said to have no flaws.

If these footwork steps could be rubbed into the Passing Water Step, wouldn't the Passing Water Step be even more fierce?

Mo Hua's spirit was invigorated. He seriously remembered all these moves, preparing to find time to practice them more.

Mo Shan thought about the body technique Mo Hua used just now and still felt unbelievable. He asked:

“Did Zhang Dian Si teach you this body technique...?”

“Uncle Zhang didn't let me say.”

“Um.” Mo Shan nodded, and again couldn't help but think in his heart, isn't this the same as saying it...?

“Dad, aren't you angry?” Mo Hua said in a low voice.

Mo Shan glared at him, “You still know I'll be angry?”

Mo Hua chuckled.

“Get up early tomorrow morning.” Mo Shan said.

“Tomorrow morning?” Mo Hua was a bit stunned.

Mo Shan didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

The next day at Mao time, Mo Hua got up and came to the courtyard. He saw his father Mo Shan already standing there.

“Your mother made breakfast. Eat a bit first.” Mo Shan said.

After the father and son finished eating, Mo Shan took Mo Hua out of the house.

The two passed through the early morning streets, walked out of the Tong Xian City gate, and stepped onto the mountain path outside the city.

“Dad, where are we going?”

Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.

Mo Shan was silent for a moment and said: “I'm taking you into the Great Black Mountain!”

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