Chapter 684 Three-color carp


    The pupils of ink painting are slightly shrunk.


    "Is this...the aura of the evil god?"


    This small fishing village is hosted by a **** evil god?


    The pupils of ink painting are deeper, the eyes are darker, and there are white divine patterns intertwined above the pitch black, looking around.


    But blood mist covers everything, covers the secrets of heaven, and devours causes and effects.


    The blood-colored fishing village is gloomy and lonely, and it is hazy inside, and I don’t know what it is.


    "Do you want to go deeper and take a look?"


    Mo Hua felt as if he was attracted. As soon as he took a step, he suddenly felt a thrust in his heart and suddenly woke up.


    “No.”


    The eyes of the ink painting sank.


    "Something is seducing me..."


    Can''t go!


    The blood fog is hazy, and there must be a chance of danger, and I don’t know what is hidden inside.


    Is there any "divine skeleton" of the evil god? What level of divine bone is it?


    Are there any monks who are parasitized by evil gods? Are there any believers and minions of evil gods, and how many are there? What kind of cultivation are they all?


    I don’t know any of these things, I’m alone and must not act rashly.


    What''s more, I am just a young foundation-building monk, and I am a little coward when I should be cowardly, and it is not embarrassing to be cowardly.


    Mo Hua restrained her curiosity and slowly retreated out of the small fishing village step by step.


    Until I left the fishing village and stepped onto the soil outside the village, Mohua looked at it carefully and found that the blood mist in front of me had subsided.


    Under the night, the small fishing village is lit up, quiet and peaceful, without any abnormality.


    Mo Hua''s brows were frowning even tighter.


    "What happened in this fishing village...?"


    The night is still very dark, but the ink painting dares not step into the **** darkness.


    The evil **** should still be terrible.


    The monks’ knowledge of spiritual practice is mixed, and the knowledge of spiritual teachings of gods is also profound.


    The knowledge of the gods that Huang Shanjun mentioned that day was understood by ink painting, but in fact he didn''t fully understand it.


    After all, I am a "person" rather than a natural "god". I know very little about the taboos of gods.


    Just by just the words that Huangshan Jun heard from him, he thought he could despise the evil gods and kill all directions, which is a bit absurd.


    So be cautious.


    Don’t fight unprepared battles.


    Mo Hua nodded.


    This is the basic principle for monster hunters to hunt monsters, and it is also the first principle for them to hunt evil gods in the future.


    Ink painting climbed onto the tree and took all the fishing village into its eyes. Then, suppressed the doubts in its heart and began to close its eyes and rest.


    His spiritual consciousness also sank into the sea of ??consciousness, practicing formations on the Taoist monument as always.


    The dragon crossed the river and entered the fishing village. The blood mist was hazy, covering his tracks.


    But no matter what he did, he would definitely come out.


    I just stayed at the entrance of the village and didn''t have to worry about not being able to wait for him.


    Ink painting waited patiently.


    But until dawn, the fish in the east were white and the morning glow was just about to bloom. There was no sign of the river dragon in the small fishing village.


    “It’s strange…”


    Mo Hua muttered.


    He looked at the small fishing village carefully again.


    At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and the sunlight from the clouds had already shone into the small fishing village through the moisture mist.


    The fishing village is dilapidated and shabby, but as the dawn breaks, a new day comes, and vitality gradually emerges from the simple houses.


    Some monks got up, fishing repair nets, and some children were playing and crying.


    The smoke from cooking stoves also rose.


    This is a poor but ordinary fishing village.


    There was no strange aura shrouded in blood mist last night.


    Mo Hua did not rashly enter the village, but still invisible. She squatted on the big tree and saw every bit of the life of the fishing practitioners in the small fishing village. After watching it for a long time, she couldn''t help but sigh.


    The life of fishing practitioners is really hard.


    Fisherman is also a casual cultivator, and no matter where he goes, his life is always the same.


    Just work hard and live desperately.


    Apart from being alive, I have no intention of thinking about other things.


    Making a living is still unavailable, let alone immortality.


    Ink painting is a little sad.


    In this small fishing village, except for ordinary fishing practitioners, there are no other monks, including the "crossing river dragon" who changed his body and pretended to be a rough man.


    "Where did Bridge River Dragon go?"


    Ink painting is confused.


    I waited for another half a day, but I still didn’t find any trace, but it was noon in a blink of an eye, and smoke from cooking fires floated again in the fishing village.


    Most of the scattered cultivators at the bottom are physical practice. They have been practicing since childhood and do physical work when they grow up. Generally speaking, they have to eat a little full at noon to have the energy to make a living.


    So lunch is more formal than in the morning.


    Although I didn’t eat well, the fragrance wafted up in every household and smelled very attractive.


    Mo Hua touched her stomach and was a little hungry.


    His eyes lit up and suddenly he found an acquaintance. It was the older fisherman who helped him draw the formation that day and wanted to invite him home to visit.


    The fisherman was making fish soup at home, and the family was surrounded by seven or eight people.


    The sky is big and the earth is big, and the food is the biggest.


    You can ask some things yourself.


    The ink painting jumped down from the tree, and while there was no one around, showing his figure, he walked openly to the small fishing village.


    Bojianglong has never seen him.


    When he was dragged into the woods that day, he did not show up. Later, he intercepted him halfway. Although he showed up, he had his face covered.


    So the dragon of Zhujiang didn’t know him.


    I was generous and came to the small fishing village to eat and drink. Even if I saw it, I would not be suspicious that I, a young monk, was following him.


    Mo Hua walked into the small fishing village with a calm look on his face.


    He did not wear the Taoist robe of Taixu Gate, but only dressed in simple regular clothes, fair and handsome, with friendly eyebrows and eyes. He entered the fishing village with a swagger, as if he had returned to his own home.


    The fishing repairman along the road saw him and saw him openly, he didn''t doubt anything.


    Just because he was handsome and cute, he couldn''t help but look at him a few more times.


    Ink paintings were like this, and they "mixed" into the village in an open land. When they walked to the vicinity of the old Changyu Xiu''s home, they slowed down.


    The old fisherman was cooking fish soup. After a while, he looked up and saw the ink painting that was passing by. He was stunned at first, then he was happy and hurriedly greeted:


    “Little brother!”


    Ink painting pretended not to hear it.


    The fishing cultivator shouted again: "Little brother, it''s me!"


    Mo Hua turned around and looked surprised, saying, "Master?"


    The fishing cultivator smiled and greeted, "Come on, the freshly cooked fish soup is fresh, come and try it."


    Mo Hua said shyly, "That''s so sorry."


    Yu Xiu had a straight face, "What a shame? You little brother, you helped us. Isn''t it okay to invite you to eat a fish?"


    After saying that, he immediately told his family:


    "This little brother, a disciple of the sect, is still an amazing formation master. He helped to practice the formations on the fishing net at home that day..."


    As soon as this statement came out, he and his whole family looked at the ink painting with admiration.


    These fishermen have low backgrounds and limited spiritual roots, so they basically have no children to join the sect.


    There is no one who can become a formation master.


    Another person said, "Little brother, don''t be polite, the fish soup will not be fresh when it is cold."


    This man was the son of that old monk and had seen ink painting that day.


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "Then it''s better to obey your orders than respect!"


    So Mo Hua had a meal in the fishing village.


    The fish soup is very fresh. Although it is simple to make and there are few seasonings, it is cooked immediately, and it is original and tastes very good.


    But it does not contain much spiritual energy.


    These are actually the lowest-level spirit fish, which are relatively cheap, and are used for lower-level fishing and repair.


    And you can only taste fresh, you won’t be full.


    What fisherman really uses to fill his stomach is a white-gray pasta, which is bitter and hard, but can resist hunger.


    I only took a small bite of Mo Hua and stopped eating because it didn’t taste good.


    But these fishing practitioners must swallow this unpalatable food with fish soup.


    No matter how unpalatable it is, you have to eat it, otherwise you will not have the energy to go down the river to catch fish.


    Mo Hua sighed slightly in her heart.


    Later, I learned from the chat that this family’s surname is Yu, which is also the most common surname in this small fishing village.


    The older fisherman, known as "Lao Yutou", was in the early stage of foundation building.


    His eldest son, called "Yu Dahe", was in the middle stage of foundation building, and he had also seen ink paintings before.


    Yu Dahe got married and gave birth to two sons. Three generations live together. Although the family is poor, they live their lives as much as they can.


    "By the way, little brother," Lao Yutou suddenly said curiously, "Why did you come to our village?"


    Mo Hua was still drinking fish soup, and when he heard this, he found an excuse:


    "I want to buy a few more nets. Last time I caught a big fish, but it broke it."


    "This is easy to deal with." Old Yutou didn''t doubt it when he heard this. "I''ll give you a few pictures later. We made them ourselves. The materials may be a little worse, and they look a little rough, but they are absolutely durable."


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yu."


    Then he was a little confused, "Uncle, do you have to make all your fishing nets by yourself?"


    Old Yu shook his head and said, "There are also weapons refining businesses in the city, but they are too expensive and are not worth spending the unjust spirit stone."


    "It just so happens that the refining of this fishing net is not complicated, so we did it ourselves."


    Old Yu sighed, "We fishermen are poor, so we need to use more spiritual stones. If we can save one, we can save one..."


    After saying that, Old Yu said, "Old man is poor, don''t dislike him."


    Mo Hua shook her head, "When I was a child, my family was very poor, and it was similar to you."


    Old Yu was stunned, and then he just thought Mo Hua was comforting them, so he smiled kindly.


    "By the way," Mo Hua asked, "Mr. Yu, do monks from outside the village often come here in your village?"


    Old Yu did not doubt that he was there, pondered for a moment and said:


    “It’s not very often…”


    "Occasionally, some people come to collect fish, some come to ask for prices, and some houses are empty, and other monks will come to live for a while..."


    "Is the house empty?" Mo Hua said in confusion.


    "Yeah." Old Yu was full and found out from somewhere. He touched a roll of bitter tobacco and took a silent mouthful, but his tone was casual:


    "When a person dies, the house will be empty."


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deeper.


    Old Yu smacked his lips and shook his head and said:


    "Those who are fishing practitioners are not good at making a living. If the storm is too big, people will die. If the storm is not big, people will die."


    "In the past few years, there was a family with father and son, who braved the wind and waves and went to Yanshui River to catch fish. Unexpectedly, a big wave came and the boat overturned. The father and son all sank to the bottom of the river and were eaten by the water demon..."


    "Their house was empty..."


    "How many such things happen every year. Some old fishing practitioners live well, but all their children and grandchildren die; some couples have just gotten married, their husbands are dragged into a vortex and drowned, and their widows are still widows; some are storms and waves that cannot fish and starve to death at home for several months; some fishing practitioners feel that it is too hard and they can''t survive, so they move out to make another living, and now they don''t know whether it''s dead or alive..."


    "So I''ll empty some houses every year..."


    Lao Yu took a sip of cigarette, his mood was not fluctuating, and he was obviously a little numb.


    "Will people die if there is not much storm or wave?" Mo Hua asked again.


    Old Yu coughed lightly and sighed, "The wind and waves are not big, so there are more fishing and fishing. Once there are more fish, the price will naturally be lower. In total, it will not make much more money than when the wind and waves are too big..."


    “It’s still as poor.”


    "And the family that runs a kitchen building will come to reduce the price, and the price is extremely low. If you agree, it will be fine, but if you don''t agree, you will inevitably get a punch."


    "I was not lucky and was beaten to death, but the other party refused to admit it." "After all, this is still a fish seller. Sometimes I get mad and I am crazy, and there are also people who sell their children and daughters..."


    Mo Hua frowned, "Daotingsi doesn''t care?"


    Old Yu shook his head, with a little bitterness on his face:


    "Little brother, you don''t understand that we monks who do not live in the fairy city and are scattered outside have no ''cultural records''."


    "The unregistered monks, the management of the Daotingsi is very loose. No one knows if they are missing or a few die."


    “Even…”


    Old Master Yu''s eyes were a little indifferent, "The whole village is dead, and Daotingsi may not know after several months..."


    Mo Hua felt cold in her heart and asked:


    "Have you ever had such a thing before?"


    Old Yu was stunned, "What''s the matter?"


    Mo Hua whispered: "The entire fishing village is dead..."


    Old Yu smiled, "I just said that, you kid, don''t be serious..."


    "oh."


    Ink painting breathed lightly.


    But then Mo Hua was a little confused, "Spiritual fish... should be quite expensive, why are fishermen still so poor?"


    Mo Hua remembers that in Qingzhou City, Master Gu invited him to dinner at the Crane Tower. A plate of spiritual fish is worth a lot of spiritual stones.


    Old Yu waved his hand and said, "That''s what the nearby family is selling. A spirit fish can be sent to the kitchen building, and you can earn more than a dozen spirit stones, and hundreds of spirit stones."


    "But here, one-grade spirit fish, only earn one-point spiritual stone, one-grade spirit fish, one-grade spirit fish, it''s good to earn one-grade spirit stone..."


    Old Yu sighed.


    "Can''t you sell it yourself?"


    Old Yu shook his head, "It''s not that simple. One or two pieces are fine. Hundreds or thousands of pieces are not sold earlier, and it will be ruined..."


    "And, several families around here have already discussed together that the annual growth and price will be determined by them."


    “Where can we decide.”


    "Once you think of other means and want to earn more spirit stones, you will be secretly retaliated..."


    After Lao Yu finished speaking, he looked at the ink painting and said earnestly:


    "So, little brother, you must practice well in the sect. If your cultivation level is high in the future, no one dares to bully you."


    Mo Hua looked at Lao Yutou and felt a little complicated.


    A monk has a high level of cultivation and will not be bullied, but he will naturally rebel and will think about bullying others.


    The ones who bully you are...


    After that, the two chatted for a while, and after noon, the fishermen were going to work again.


    Yu Dahe went to the river, but Lao Yutou seemed to have something to do in the afternoon, but he stayed.


    In the fishing village, I was waiting for the river dragon to cross the river, so I didn''t leave, but sat in the yard and chatted with Lao Yutou.


    Old Yutou lived his whole life and had seen many ups and downs.


    "Although the days are a little harder, they are not bad. At least the family is together and they still have some food to eat..."


    "If it were before, the smoke river was flooded and the storm was stormy every day, it would be really not a life for people..."


    "Oh." Mo Hua listened carefully.


    As we were chatting, suddenly a group of monks came over from a distance.


    Currently, he is a middle-aged man, dressed well, and has a cultivation level at the beginning of foundation building. He is holding his head up when walking, and looks like a family monk.


    There were six people following him, one in the early stage of foundation building, five in the nine levels of Qi refining, and they were not small.


    The monk went straight into Lao Yutou''s house.


    Seeing this, Old Yu immediately smiled and went up to meet him, bowing lower, "Manager Wang, I''m in trouble."


    The family monk called Wang Guanshi held his hands behind his back and raised his head, as if he was disdainful to talk to Lao Yutou.


    A person next to him said, "Where is the fish?"


    Old Yu nodded, "Here is here, here."


    He returned to the house, bent down and raised a fish basket woven in hemp, and took out a forearm-long, golden carp with a shiny and shiny scales like lotus flowers from it.


    Manager Wang glanced at him and nodded with satisfaction.


    Someone next to him smiled and said, "Old Yu, it''s not bad. At such an old age, he can still catch this ''Golden Lotus Three-Color Carp''..."


    Old Yu smiled with a pleat on his face, "I''m lucky, I fought my life and fought against the strong wind and waves, so I caught such a tail."


    Manager Wang also nodded and said, "Yes, with this fish, the young master will not lose face if he invites his family members tonight."


    The servant of the Wang family took the fish basket from Old Man Yu and walked out.


    Old Yutou looked at this precious three-color carp that he had been vying for, and felt a little reluctant to let it go.


    Butler Wang turned around and wanted to leave, and the others followed.


    Old Yu''s expression changed slightly, but he still smiled and whispered: "Manager Wang, this spirit stone..."


    Butler Wang frowned.


    A disciple of the Wang family behind him said, "In three days, you go to the Wang family to get it."


    "But…"


    "But what? My third-grade family of Wang family can still lack your spirit stone?"


    Old Yu gritted his teeth, "Eight thousand spirit stones, not decimals, I..."


    Butler Wang ignored him and walked straight out.


    Old Yu made up his mind and stopped Butler Wang, but he did not dare to get angry and kept laughing, "Master, okay..."


    "My spirit stone is really urgent."


    "I want to send my two young grandsons to them to the sect so that they can practice hard and not have to live a hard life like me in the future."


    "I''ve just taken my life and tried this..."


    "These eight thousand spirit stones really can''t be delayed..."


    Mr. Wang''s face darkened and he said contemptuously: "I, the Wang family, can''t afford it?"


    "Come on what you can give, raise what you can give." Lao Yu said.


    "Three days later, you can go to the Wang family to get it yourself."


    They still said this.


    But Old Yu walked forward, grabbed the fish basket tightly, as if holding his own life, and shook his head and said:


    "Give me the spirit stone, and I will give you the fish."


    Manager Wang frowned and was a little impatient.


    "Damn it, I don''t know how to politely!" A big man rushed forward behind Manager Wang and slapped Lao Yu in the face.


    Old Yu did not dare to resist. A five-finger blood mark was slapped on his face and blood was covered with the corners of his mouth, but he ignored it and only held the fish basket and refused to let go.


    There was no smile on his face, only numbness.


    There was only a trace of light in his eyes, as if this fish basket was the only hope for his life.


    Manager Wang spat, "Damn it, old guy, it''s not that I don''t give you spirit stones, but I''m just stinging..."


    He turned his head and ordered, "Take the fish away, he blocked his hands, chopped his hands, blocked his body, chopped his body, don''t miss the young master''s banquet..."


    The Wang family member started to draw the sword.


    Mo Hua''s eyes turned cold and she was very angry. She was about to throw the bowl at her hand, but she paused before falling.


    The bowl in your hand is intact.


    He picked a new bowl with a gap and threw it on the ground!


    "Bang!"


    Butler Wang and others were stunned. They turned their heads and found that there was a young monk in the yard.


    But Mo Hua slowly stood up, raised her head high, and looked rebellious and very arrogant.


    "Where did a group of little **** come from, dare to steal my young master''s fish?"


    Manager Wang was angry, but saw that although Mo Hua was dressed simply, he had an extraordinary temperament, especially his arrogant and domineering appearance. He was not a real **** and would never be able to learn it. So he bowed:


    "I wonder which family you are from?"


    Mo Hua thought for a moment and said with confidence:


    “Gu family!”


    Manager Wang''s eyes were slightly stern and he asked, "Where is the Gu family?"


    Mo Hua snorted coldly, "Is there a short-sighted look in Qianzhou? How many Gu family still have in it?"


    Manager Wang said fearfully: "Gu family in Qingzhou City?"


    Mo Hua nodded, "As you, you have some insight."


    Manager Wang suddenly sneered, "It''s more reliable to lie. I said it''s the Gu family in Qingzhou City, so do you think you are the Gu family in Qingzhou City?"


    "Who are children from aristocratic families not surrounded by them? How could you go out alone?"


    Mo Hua said contemptuously: "How do I do this, do I need to explain to you?"


    Manager Wang''s eyes sank.


    Mo Hua didn''t talk nonsense to him. He pointed at him impolitely and ordered, "You guys, leave the fish and get out of here!"


    He remembered that the arrogant children of aristocratic families were all in this style.


    Bullying others with power, no explanation is needed.


    Manager Wang is a little inaccurate.


    This little devil has a unknown origin, so it is better not to act rashly.


    But if you don’t bring the fish back, how can you explain to the young master?


    Manager Wang suddenly came up with a plan and bowed:


    "I dare to ask the young master to tell Daming that if the fish is given to the young master, it will be easier for me to explain when I go back."


    Ink paintings felt that they made sense, so they said:


    "My name is Gu..."


    But when the words came to his mouth, he paused.


    How did the Gu family rank seniority?


    When using the word "chang", is it the same generation as Uncle Gu? From now on, I have to call Uncle Gu, Brother Gu?


    In addition to the word "long" generation, what other generations are there?


    Ink painting is a little confused.


    But at the moment of such a puzzlement, Manager Wang judged that Mo Hua was lying, and he had no surname Gu at all, and he might not be a child of aristocratic families.


    "This little liar! He is so bold! Take it down!"


    Manager Wang said sternly.


    Several monks of the Wang family looked fierce when they heard this and rushed towards Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    I play the role of an arrogant and domineering child from a noble family, but I still lack experience. How can I reason with a playboy?


    Just do it directly...


    Mo Hua reflected on her heart, then pointed her finger and the fireball technique instantly ejaculated, and a cultivator of the ninth level of Qi refining was directly blown away.


    Manager Wang''s eyes sank.


    This little devil...is actually a foundation-building monk?


    No wonder I can''t see through his background.


    Then he said in a deep voice: "Be careful!"


    Build the foundation by building the foundation. Can a little kid in the foundation be able to defeat a group of family monks here?


    But in just a moment, his expression changed drastically.


    Mo Hua stood still, her fingers were frequent, and her spells were spelled one by one. First, she simply used the Qi-refining children, and then all kinds of magic spells such as golden blade, water prison, fireball, quicksand, and water arrows were released.


    In the early stage of the Wang family''s foundation building, they were bombarded by Mo Hua with magic and fell to the ground in a mess.


    What an amazing spell!


    It is spiritual cultivation!


    Mr. Wang''s pupils shrank, and he was about to rush forward, and he was restricted from the spiritual practice of ink painting, but in a blink of an eye, he found that he was firmly fixed in place.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were cold and he pointed at him from afar.


    In endless spells are coming.


    Manager Wang''s scalp was numb, and it didn''t take long before he fell down naturally.


    At this point, a few monks of the Wang family were knocked down by ink paintings like cutting melons and vegetables.


    Mo Hua nodded.


    He is now a disciple of the authentic sect. He has learned the Taixu Sect and integrated hundreds of magical magic from various sin cultivation.


    The inheritance and these small family monks who bully others are not on the same level.


    Old Yutou, who was standing beside him, came to his senses at this moment and looked at the monks of the Wang family who were everywhere, and couldn''t help but be stunned.


    He never expected that the little kid who came to his house for free had such a magical power.


    So many monks of the Wang family fell to the ground after a moment of serious injury, and they couldn''t even let Mo Hua move.


    ?It''s a little late, sorry.


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    (This chapter ends)