Chapter 679 Crossing the River Dragon
Another fishing cultivator said helplessly: "Okay, it''s because my son is useless. I''ll be poor all my life, I can''t do anything about it."
He pinched the gill of a lively spirit fish and threw it into the bamboo basket, "Dad, hurry up and work, don''t wait a moment, the water monster should come ashore."
The older fisherman then buried his head and continued to work.
There was a teenage child in the Qi Refining Realm on the side. He picked up a first-grade fish on the ground. He heard this and looked up:
"Grandpa, third-grade family is useless. Even if the children of the third-grade family are bullied even if they join the sect."
The elderly fishing cultivator was stunned.
The small fisherman practices Taoism in Qi Refining Realm:
"Really, the third brother of the Zhu family, relying on his grandfather in the Jindan realm, looks down on others. He is arrogant every day when he plays with us..."
"Later, when he entered the sect, he could only follow the children of other big clans, with his eyebrows down and his eyes as if he was a dog-legged person, and he was no longer as majestic as before..."
"Sometimes when the sect is off for the last minute, he comes back from vacation, just like Erlangzi. He doesn''t talk for a long time. We go and call him to play, but he ignores us."
The elderly fishing cultivator shook his head and said, "This is called entering the sect, learning knowledge, and understanding etiquette. What do you little kids know?"
"The aristocratic family has lasted for thousands of years, and their children are all among the people. Zhu Saner can study with these proud sons of heaven, which is his blessing."
"It''s not right for a person to learn without learning. He learns from the children of aristocratic families. It''s all right..."
Xiao Yuxiu curled his lips and did not dare to disobey his grandfather, so he didn''t say much.
After the elderly fisherman finished nagging, he looked at the ink painting again and waved his hand quickly:
"Little kid, hurry up and leave. If you are dragged into the water by the water demon, your life will be lost."
But Mo Hua was very concerned about the previous incident and asked:
"Uncle, do you say that you were killed before... among the six people killed by the water demon, is there a ''private son''?"
The elderly fisherman nodded.
"Which family''s son is it?"
The elderly fishing cultivator shook his head and said, "How can I know this? It''s just a young master from a nearby family. As for whether it is a big family or a small family, I don''t know..."
Mo Hua was puzzled, "Family Master, what are you doing in this Yanshui River?"
Another foundation-building fisherman curled his lips and said, "What else can I do? Let''s have fun."
"Play?" Mo Hua was stunned.
"It''s the Rouge Boat..."
Before the foundation-building fisherman finished speaking, his father slapped him on the shoulder, "Don''t say everything, it''s a bad kid."
However, Mo Hua has clever ears and eyes, so she still remembered these three words.
"Roacon boat?"
The older fisherman waved his hand and said, "It''s nothing, children can practice with peace of mind, don''t ask about such things."
The more he didn''t say it, the more curious the ink paintings were.
But no matter how the ink painting asks, the fisherman will no longer talk about it.
The other fishing practitioners also began to get busy, making trouble with the fishing nets, sorting the various kinds of spirit fish into the fish basket, and then sealing them with simple formations.
This is their livelihood, and the whole family has to rely on these spirit fish to survive.
Ink painting is not convenient to disturb too much.
But they have already told themselves so much, which has been helpful to them, Mo Hua feels that he should "repay for his kindness".
He glanced at him and saw that most of the fishing nets and fish baskets were a little old, and the formations on them were worn out.
Mo Hua estimated it briefly and said, "The formation on this fishing net will probably be broken if it is used five or six times. Do you want me to help me repair it?"
Several fishermen were stunned for a moment.
The older fishing practitioner said: "Little brother, are you... or the formation master?"
"Um!"
Mo Hua nodded.
The older fisherman looked at Mo Hua and was even more shocked, and then said shyly: "We... don''t have any spirit stones."
"It''s okay." Mo Hua smiled and said, "It''s just a simple task."
Mo Hua stretched out his hand and just wanted to point it, then he remembered that he should be more low-key and draw the formation like an ordinary formation master.
"I am an ordinary formation master, an ordinary formation master..."
Mo Hua murmured twice in her heart, then took out her pen, dipped it in ink, and repaired the rough formations on the fishing net and the fish basket.
The writing style is neat and ease, and looks very "professional".
The little fishing cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm looked admirable.
The two fishermen who built the foundation were also very grateful and thanked the ink paintings.
"Little brother, thank you very much. If you don''t dislike me, I''ll stew a few fresh spirit fish for you to taste."
The older fisherman pointed to the distance, "Not far away, it''s just a small fishing village there."
Fresh spirit fish!
Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and he wanted to taste it, but he still has important things and is not too lazy.
At this moment, Taixu was shocked.
When I took out the ink painting, I saw Hao Xuan’s letter on it. I was so excited that I immediately said goodbye:
"Uncle, the fish I caught is hooked, I''ll leave first!"
After saying that, Mo Hua''s body was like water, wrapped in a faint blue light, and the wind blew under her feet, and she walked away in a few blinks.
The fishing cultivators were stunned and exclaimed:
What a superb body technique, he is worthy of being a student of a large sect...
…
After a stick of incense, Mo Hua and Hao Xuan met, and Cheng Mo was there.
Hao Xuan said to the ink painting:
“There was some movement in the water just now.”
He showed Mo Hua the array plate, and Mo Hua glanced at it and knew it.
Just now, there was indeed a monk swimming by the water pattern array. The stormy spiritual power touched the formation and traces were left on the array plate.
The river is dangerous and there are monsters born from aquatic.
A monk who can swim freely in the water must not be an ordinary person. He must not only practice water-based exercises, but also proficient in water nature. It is likely that he is the "crossing river dragon".
But at this time, the traces on the array plate have gradually faded away.
Obviously, the dragon crossing the river was diving at the bottom of the water, and I don’t know where to swim.
"what to do?"
Hao Xuan asked ink painting in a low voice.
He is very self-aware and knows his cultivation and Taoism. Among the geniuses, he is just ordinary, lacks experience in practicing Taoism, and is not smart enough when encountering things...
Therefore, when doing things in the sect, you must hold your "thighs" well!
Hao Xuan looked at the ink painting with a clear face.
Mo Hua looked up at the water, compared his experience as a "demon hunter", and pondered:
"There are many monsters in the mountains. When the monster hunter goes up the mountain, there are usually fixed mountain roads."
"Similarly, there are many water monsters in the water that are dangerous. If the dragon crosses the river and swims in the water, there should be a fixed ''water road''..."
"The dragon swam here through the river, which means that this is one of his ''waterways''."
"The water is dangerous, we can''t get down, so we can only wait for him here..."
Cheng Mo was puzzled, "Even if he waited for him, what?"
Mo Hua thought of Gu Changhuai’s reminder, “Use formation to trap him, capture him and go to the shore, and do not get caught in the water, and then take him to arrest him.”
Captured and went ashore...
Mo Hua thought for a moment, his eyes lit up and he said, "You wait for me for a while..." After saying that, he ran away without waiting for everyone to reply.
Cheng Mo and the others looked confused.
Half an hour later, Mo Hua came back, holding a storage bag in his hand. The storage bag contained two fishing nets stained with water marks, wrapped in water algae, and emitting a fishy smell.
These two fishing nets were bought by Mo Hua from the fishing master who had just finished the day.
The fishing master didn''t know what the ink paintings were used for, and just said, "It''s all old nets. Little brother, just use them, just remember to keep them after using them."
But the ink painting still gave the spirit stone.
Because once he has tossed this fishing net, he will not know what it will be like, and he is embarrassed to return it.
And the old network is better than the new network.
The old net is soaked in water all year round, and there are also algae and fishy fish. If you use a little method, throw it in the water, it will not be easily noticed.
Fishing nets are also a kind of spiritual weapon.
Mo Hua asked Cheng Mo and others to help and completely disassemble the fishing net.
After disassembling it, the formation inside the fishing net is exposed.
Unlike the simple repairs before, Mohua now uses this fishing net as a formation medium to reconstruct its internal formation.
Ink painting first drew a hidden array.
The first-grade concealed array is not particularly effective, but it can be used as a result underwater and has a hazy vision.
In addition, the ink painting painted the second-grade fifteenth pattern "Water Net Array".
The second-grade thirteen-patterned "Water Poison Array".
The second-grade fourteen-patterned "Yi Wood Body Bonding Array", as well as "Drowning Array", etc....
Then, to be on the safe side, Mohua hung some barbs on the fishing net and applied some paralytic poison to the hook.
The dense formations and green poison made Cheng Mo and his scalp numb.
Only then did they realize what Mo Hua once said, "Everything is planned, and if it is not planned, it will be abandoned"...
After preparation, Mo Hua asked Cheng Mo and others to work together to scatter the fishing net in the water and block the waterway that the "Red Dragon Crosses the River".
Then Mo Hua ordered: "Once you cross the river and enter the net, you will work together immediately and pull him ashore..."
"Don''t stop after pulling ashore. Keep pulling into the woods over there. Don''t let him get close to the river bank, so as not to jump into the river and escape..."
Mo Hua took them and found a place in the woods, nodded, took out the array plate from his arms and buried it underground.
Cheng Mo opened his mouth and said in surprise: "We also need to set up a formation here?"
"This is natural," Mo Hua said, "One more formation means more means, and one more chance of winning, and less risk."
"The more thorough the means, the better, and the more formations, the better."
"Oh..." Cheng Mo, who has always been accustomed to being "reckless", nodded without understanding.
Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun looked at each other with admiration.
Their young brother is too stable...
Although Yang Qianjun did not take the formation class of ink painting, he had been with Cheng Mo and the others for a long time, and gradually learned from Cheng Mo and the others, and recognized Mo Hua as the "little brother" from the bottom of his heart.
On the contrary, Hao Xuan looked around and frowned.
"Senior Brother, your technique seems to be a bit wrong..."
Mo Hua was stunned, "Why is it wrong?"
Hao Xuan thought about it for a moment and said slowly:
"The last time I saw you set up a formation, it seemed like this was not the case. I didn''t see you using any formation plate or formation flag. In the blink of an eye, there was a formation on the ground." "Those men in black, one of them will blow up one to kill one, and one team will blow up one to kill one..."
"Why are you still... slowly burying the array plate?"
Cheng Mo and others looked at Mo Hua silently.
Mo Hua looked serious and said to Hao Xuan: "You remembered it wrong."
Hao Xuan was stunned.
Mo Hua looked serious and said with a firm tone: "I have always set up the formation like this!"
"It was too dark that night. You didn''t see clearly. Because you were chased, you lost too much blood and were too nervous, so you didn''t see it..."
Mo Hua patted Hao Xuan on the shoulder, "Think about it yourself, is that right?"
Hao Xuan was stunned by Mo Hua.
He thought about it carefully. It was dark that night, and the mountains were covered with black blood. His eyes were bleeding. It seemed that he could not see clearly...
If Mo Hua squats on the ground and burys the formation...
The sky is so dark, I am nervous, it is far away, so it is normal not to see it.
Hao Xuan nodded and suddenly said:
"Senior Brother, you are right, I must have read it wrong!"
Mo Hua nodded with relief.
Cheng Mo and others did not doubt that there was him, and they could not understand the formation better than Mo Hua...
After setting up the formation, Mo Hua said some key points, and the few people hid on the shore and waited.
When the sky gradually became late, the west mountains were dusk, and the sunset glow made the river red, without any movement.
No matter how alert Cheng Mo and his other people were, they couldn''t stand it anymore. They had a fight with their eyelids and were mentally distressed.
Ink painting was also a little bored, but he sat on the ground early, drawing the formation himself and explaining it himself.
As he explained, Mo Hua was stunned and looked up at Yanshui River. His spiritual consciousness swept through the water, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted in a low voice:
“Here you come!”
Cheng Mo and his friends were all smart, and immediately as they had agreed before, they held the cables of the fishing net tightly.
But they remembered Mo Hua''s instructions and did not release their spiritual sense to peek at the water.
Cheng Mo and his men are only in the early stage of foundation building, while Crossing the river dragon is in the middle stage of foundation building. There is a gap in cultivation. They rashly release their spiritual sense to peek, and they are easily noticed.
So they were waiting for it and were just waiting.
Only Mo Hua peeks at the movements and stills in the water with his spiritual sense.
In the white space, all things in the water have faded away their original appearance and color and turned into a mixed state of spiritual power.
In the misty colors, a long figure swams with the waves in the water, both like a dragon and a big white fish.
When this "big white fish" was leisurely and swam into the fishing net that blended with the mud and grass in the water, Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and she whispered:
"receive!"
Cheng Mo and his friends received the letter and immediately activated their full strength and suddenly closed the fishing net.
In the originally empty water, a net-like light of blue and green intertwined suddenly appeared, and the hidden "fishing nets" appeared, layered formations were activated, and then they were rapidly closed.
The originally leisurely "big white fish" was suddenly frightened. Before he could react, he was trapped by the fishing net and dragged towards the shore.
"Big White Fish" struggled in anger, but found that the fishing net was extremely tough and had dense formations on it. Although I don''t know which formations were there, they were concealed, trapped the enemy, and bound together, and must have been the master of a master formation master.
No matter how hard he struggles, he cannot get rid of the constraints.
"Big White Fish" took out a hook claw spirit weapon and wanted to tear open the fishing net.
But while he was struggling, the barb on the fishing net had already pierced into his flesh and the poison penetrated into the blood, his body was paralyzed, and he could not move for a moment.
Although the poison was not severe, the paralysis only lasted for a while.
But in this short time, he was already trapped by the fishing net and pulled to the river bank.
Mo Hua looked aside and saw the formation flashing. When the fishing net was collected, a "big white fish" was caught in the dim glow.
This "fish" is a person, with a naked upper body, fair skin, light eyebrows, weird face, and a water monster.
It is the sinful practice known as the "crossing the river".
As soon as the Long Zhuijiang got ashore, he cursed, "Who is a kid? I''m plotting against me!"
Mo Hua didn''t talk nonsense with him and waved his hand.
Cheng Mo and his other people understood, so according to the previous plan, the four of them pulled the cables from the fishing net and continued to drag them into the woods on the shore.
Once you leave the shore and enter the woods, the dragon crosses the river and loses the "river", it is no longer a "dragon", but just a "worm".
Bojianglong obviously knows this.
At this time, the blood poisoning gradually faded, his hands and feet were no longer paralyzed, and he still carried river water on his body, and his skills could still flow with all his strength.
The dragon crossed the river and tried his best, and suddenly stroked the three marmoset hooks, but the fishing net did not move at all.
"Damn, what kind of website is this!"
The dragon of crossing the river cursed inwardly, and then drew a few strokes on the corners of the net with the sharp three shark hooks.
Finally, a fishing net with weak formations was cut by him.
The dragon crossing the river melts water, like a mermaid dragon, drilling out of the gap, trying to get rid of the constraints of the fishing net.
Just as I was halfway through, I was discovered by ink painting.
Ink painting pointed his finger and trapped the crossing river with the water prison technique.
But Guojianglong sneered and snorted coldly: "Water-based spell, do you want to trap me?"
His body shrank, and he broke free from the water prison technique.
But after delaying for this moment, Cheng Mo and his friends also realized something was wrong. They flipped hard, used the fishing net as a rope, and tweaked it around the neck of the Jianglong.
The dragon crossing the river was stalked by a fishing net and could not move for a while.
At this moment, Hao Xuan came behind Guo Jianglong like the wind, raised the thousand-pound stick passed to him by the ink painting, and hit the back of Guo Jianglong''s head with a stick.
The dragon of the river was confused.
Cheng Mo and his friends took the opportunity to use the net as a rope to twist the crossing river dragon''s neck, and dragged it to the depths of the woods.
The ink painting hid in the dark, his eyes lighted up slightly, and he used his spiritual sense to light up the formation.
The second-grade burial array is opened.
Gray light flows on the ground, and the land is sunken, like a funeral coffin, swallowing the crossing dragon in the land.
Earth overcomes water.
The water vapor on the crossing river dragon was gradually consumed by the burial array, and the water-based spiritual power in the body was also being lost at an accelerated speed...
He is targeted everywhere, plotted everywhere, and falls into other people''s traps step by step, and a sense of irresistible despair surges in his heart.
Guojianglong looked pale and scolded angrily:
"Fuck, who are you?!"
"Is it the lackey of Daotingsi?"
"Are you a friend on the road?"
"Who set up the formation? I''m the plot?!"
Zhuojianglong cursed and struggled, but eventually relied on his mid-stage foundation building cultivation to break free from the burial formation.
Mo Hua didn''t say anything, just waved her hand.
Cheng Mo raised his two axes, Situ Jian raised the Lihuo Sword, and Yang Qianjun held a spear in his hand.
Hao Xuan raised the stick - he originally didn''t use sticks, and like the children of other aristocratic families, he also used swords, but in actual combat, he found that his inexplicable swordsmanship was useless, and the stick was better.
The four began to siege the crossing river dragon.
Zhuojiang Long was angry and fought with Cheng Mo and others, but after a moment of fighting, he was shocked.
This is...a group of little ghosts?
Looks like a group of little ghosts who have just entered the sect and have only the early stage of foundation building?
impossible!
The dragon of the river shook his pupils.
How could a group of shallow-experienced little ghosts set up such a step-by-step killing game?
What''s more, there are those strict formations...
Behind these little ghosts, there must be a monk with clever formations, deep scheming and skillful means in secret?
Who is this person?
He designed to kill himself for the rewards from Daotingsi, the merits of the sect, or for seeking revenge, or...
Know my secret?
The dragon of Zhujiang felt cold in his heart.
He wanted to escape, but now that''s it, he has no chance.
Cheng Mo and his other people are not vegetarians either.
If the river crossing dragon is full of prosperity, they will definitely not be their opponents.
But now the crossing river dragon has already landed and has become a "ground dragon", and has been weakened one by one by one by one by the formation of the Mohua. Now that it has lost most of its ability, how could it be a rival to Cheng Mo and the others?
Mo Hua didn''t even take action, but just used his concealment, sat on the big tree, observing the movements of the dragon crossing the river, and guarding against him to escape.
Cheng Mo and the others should be able to solve other things.
Sure enough, within half an hour, Hao Xuan flashed and broke the right hand of Zhujianglong.
The dragon crossing the river hurts, and the three marmoset claws fell to the ground.
Yang Qianjun took the opportunity and stabbed Jianglong in the left leg with a shot. Situ Jian raised the Lihuo Sword and pierced the right leg of Jianglong.
The dragon crossed the river groaned twice, and cold sweat broke out.
Cheng Mo kicked Zhujianglong and knelt down to the ground, and then two big axes were placed on Zhujianglong''s neck.
In this middle stage of foundation building, the notorious "crossing river dragon" near Yanshui River was subdued.
The few people who were fighting couldn''t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Mo Hua nodded, just about to show up, so that Guojianglong could also experience the taste of his "formula plate" after several iterations and improvements, to see if he could draw some secrets from Guojianglong''s mouth.
But before he jumped off the tree, his eyes suddenly turned cold and he immediately reminded him with a crisp voice:
"Cheng Mo, be careful!"
Cheng Mo was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately noticed the danger, quickly turned sideways and protected two big axes in front of him.
A sharp golden sword energy in the distance instantly broke through the air and slashed on Cheng Mo''s axe.
The golden light is shining and the sword energy is bright.
Cheng Mo''s giant axe blocked the sword energy, but the remaining spiritual power still made him numb and he took three steps in a row.
Cheng Mo, who was standing still, was shocked and angry, and cursed:
"Secretly sneak attack, which bastard?!"
"Put your mouth cleanly!"
A young but gloomy voice came from a distance.
A moment later, a group of monks slowly walked over. At present, one of them was a young man in a gorgeous dress with a golden thread and a fair face but arrogant eyes.
"A group of little bastards, even my son''s ''prey'' dare to steal it?"
(This chapter ends)