Chapter 685 Entering a Dream


    The ink painting did not kill, and they used low-end spells, which were not fatal. Therefore, although the monks of the Wang family looked miserable, they were still breathing.


    In the dilapidated courtyard.


    The monks of the Wang family fell to the ground one after another, wailing endlessly, and they all lost their former domineering expressions, and they didn''t even dare to look up at the ink paintings.


    Mo Hua snorted coldly and said arrogantly:


    "I am in a good mood today and I will spare you a life. I will use spells to cut your hands and feet and throw you into the river to feed the turtle!"


    Mo Hua looked playful and arrogant. The monks of the Wang family were frightened by the power of Mo Hua and did not dare to make a sound.


    After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Lao Yu''s head coldly again, his eyes were unruly, and his voice was raised a little:


    "Old Yutou, I like this fish!"


    "The fish from the future will be kept for me. If I let me know, you will sell the ''my fish'' to others..."


    Mo Hua smiled evilly with a small face, "...Then you don''t think you''ll have a good life in the future!"


    Old Yu was stunned for a long time before his head turned around and quickly looked scared, "Yes, yes, young master! Old Yu, I will never dare to do it again. Don''t kill me. My family is still counting on old man, I''m selling some coolies to live..."


    Seeing that Old Yutou was very "aware of his appearance", Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.


    Then he looked at Manager Wang with a stern face and contemptuous look, "What? Don''t you get out of here, stay and wait for death?"


    Manager Wang looked angry and gritted his teeth and said:


    "Please let me know..."


    As soon as Mo Hua bounced his fingers, a golden light broke out of the air, instantly cutting through Guan Shi Wang’s cheek, bringing out a stream of blood.


    Mo Hua had a cold face and a deep gaze, "What do you tell you? Are you worthy of it?"


    Manager Wang covered his face and sweated coldly on his forehead.


    A cold and strange spiritual sense locked it, and Manager Wang was almost breathless.


    He knew that this "dominate" young man was almost exhausted.


    This golden blade cut through his face and he probably came to his head next time.


    Manager Wang hurriedly kowtowed:


    "Don''t calm down, calm down! We have no idea about Mount Tai and offended the young master, let''s get out of here!"


    After saying that, he didn''t call anyone else, and got up in a mess, and ran away like a stray dog.


    Seeing this, several other monks of the Wang family struggled to get up and followed him in a mess.


    The yard also became quiet.


    After they walked away, Mo Hua helped Lao Yutou up.


    Old Yutou''s eyes were moist, and he bowed to Mo Huana''s head, "Thank you, young master, thank you..."


    Mo Hua helped him up and asked:


    "Does the Wang family often bully you?"


    Old Yu sighed, "There is nothing to bully or not to bully. I''m used to it..."


    "In the past, there was also a matter of fishing first and then checking out."


    "If the fish is given to them, if we go and ask for the account, they will delay, saying that the family is not well managed and the spirit stone cannot be turned over..."


    "I clearly live in a high-gate mansion, eat delicacies and wear silk and satin, but I can''t turn around the spirit stones of us poor people..."


    "Occasionally they still have to pay back the debt. They give the fish, but they can''t get the spirit stone back. Although this kind of thing is not often happening..."


    Old Yu''s face was bitter, "But I dare not gamble..."


    "If they are lying to the debt, my eight thousand spirit stones... will be wasted, and I might come back..."


    "Even if it''s just a drag, I can''t afford to drag it."


    "My two grandsons have good spiritual roots. I really want to join the sect. At this age, I still have to consolidate my foundation and cultivate my roots, ask someone to rely on their relationship, and the sect also needs to be punished..."


    "This requires a large amount of spirit stone. If you drag it down, it will be delayed for a lifetime."


    Old Yu''s eyes were numb, "They can only be a fishing practitioner like me, who will be a lifelong miserable fisherman..."


    Ink painting sighed silently.


    "Give me this fish."


    Mo Hua thought about it for a while and said to Lao Yu.


    Old Yu panicked and subconsciously hugged the fish basket tightly again.


    Mo Hua said helplessly: "I will give you spirit stone."


    He took out several storage bags and handed them to Lao Yutou.


    The spirit stones inside have 8,000 in total.


    Old Yu held the storage bag in both hands, looking a little unbelievable, and his hands were trembling. After a while, his eyes were wet:


    "good…"


    "Please hold it up," Mo Hua reminded, "Don''t be seen or robbed."


    Lao Yu suddenly came back to his senses, tied the storage bag tightly around his waist, and covered it with torn linen clothes.


    But after accidentally getting a huge sum of money, Lao Yutou was obviously worried. He always felt that it was not safe and was worried. After thinking about it, he wrapped a strip of cloth outside and put on a layer of clothes.


    Ink paintings are both funny and bitter.


    "I''ll hire a car later. You can move the fish basket to the car and I will take the fish away in public, otherwise the Wang family will probably come to you."


    "Um."


    Old Yu nodded, looked at the small but kind-hearted ink painting, and silently wiped away his tears.


    But Mo Hua helped him so much, he felt a little sad and wanted to repay him as much as possible.


    But my family was poor and after thinking about it, there was nothing to repay, so I caught a few spirit fish from the fish tank in the corner.


    These spirit fish are silver-white. Although they are not as precious as the three-color golden lotus carp, they are bright in color and have silver scales. They are obviously the best spirit fish.


    Lao Yu put these fish into the three-color carp basket, and then said gratefully:


    "This is a silver-scale white fish. Although the price is far less than that of the golden three-color carp, the meat is very good and the taste is not bad. It is considered to be what the old man gave to the young master."


    "Thank you, Mr. Yu."


    Mo Hua said with a smile.


    Then he glanced into the fish tank curiously and saw that there were several other types of fish in the fish tank, with different postures and swimming around in the tank.


    These fish look good, but compared to the gold fish I bought, the silver-scale fish I gave me to myself, it seems a bit overshadowed.


    Mo Hua nodded, and as soon as he looked away, he was stunned and found that there was a small fish tank next to the large fish tank.


    There seemed to be some fish raised in the small fish tank alone.


    The mouth was sealed on it, leaving only a gap. It was black and dirty inside, and there was no visible thing. It only occasionally flashed by a little red.


    When Lao Yutou saw Mo Hua saw the small fish tank, his expression changed slightly, and immediately smiled and said:


    "Young master, all the fish are put into the fish basket."


    Mo Hua pointed to the small fish tank and asked:


    "What kind of fish is in this tank?"


    Old Yu smiled and said, "There are a few red water carp. These fish are afraid of light, so they should be kept in the tank and sealed with a lid, leaving only a gap for breathability."


    "Chirai carp?"


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned. He let go of his spiritual sense and through the fish tank, he saw that there were indeed a few fish in the fish tank, and the smell of the fish was light red. Apart from this, there was indeed nothing unusual.


    Mo Hua nodded and stopped asking anything.


    Lao Yutou went to contact the person and recruited a carriage for Mo Drawing.


    After that, Mo Hua held his head and chest up, walking in front, and Lao Yutou carried the fish basket with a sad face, following behind.


    It looks like Mo Hua bullies people and eats nothing and steals Lao Yutou''s fish.


    After leaving the small fishing village and reaching the roadside, Mo Hua jumped onto the carriage first.


    Old Yu brought the fish basket into the car, and then saw that there was no one everywhere, so he respectfully bowed to Mo Hua.


    "The little boy is very kind and kind..."


    Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Go back." Then he took a carriage and headed towards Qianxuezhou.


    The dragon crossed the river and disappeared after entering the small fishing village. It did not show up afterwards, but Mo Hua had no time to keep staring at it.


    He has to go back because the two days off for the second day is over and class will be held tomorrow.


    The primary and secondary must be distinguished.


    This period of time is still important for the sect’s practice.


    But despite being lost, Guojianglong still took himself to the place where he hid.


    Be patient when catching fish.


    Forget it this time, I will go to catch his tail next time.


    The carriages are gradually moving farther and farther away. The rivers are rippling by the road and the beautiful mountains and rivers are gradually covering up the poor small fishing village.


    But the scenes of poverty in the small fishing village, and the bitter and numb words of Lao Yutou still linger in Mo Hua''s heart.


    The mood of ink painting is a bit complicated.


    He looked back at the small fishing village covered by green mountains and green waters, with deep eyes.


    Maybe this is...


    The "soil" of the evil god...


    …


    The carriage walked all the way to Qingzhou City. Mo Hua intends to give this golden lotus three-color carp to Aunt Wan.


    Aunt Wan takes care of herself a lot on weekdays, treats herself very much, and gives her many things.


    Mo Hua felt that she should also be respectful.


    Along the way, I looked calm, but Mo Hua found that there were many monks staring at him in the dark.


    With a slight scan of the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua, you will know that they are from the Wang family.


    Mo Hua pretended not to find them, but instead rode a carriage and entered the Gu family''s door openly.


    Now these little guys should know that they really have the Gu family as their "backer", which is something they can''t afford to offend.


    When he arrived at the Gu family, Wen Renwan was very happy to hear that Mo Hua bought a lively golden lotus three-color carp to give it to him. After seeing it with his own eyes, he was even more surprised to see the fish''s body changing layer by layer, and its scales were like lotus.


    Although the Gu family is a noble family and the meals are good on weekdays, they are not often found such rare and fresh products.


    Even if you can get it, it will take a lot of effort.


    Wen Renwan immediately asked someone to stew these three-color carp and supplement it with Mo Hua and Yuer.


    The fish is delicious and the soup is as mellow as gold. I enjoy eating ink paintings.


    In the end, most of the fish got into Mo Hua and Yuer''s stomach.


    Later, taking advantage of the night, Wen Renwan ordered the Gu family''s carriage to send Mo Hua and Yuer back to Taixu Gate.


    The next day, I still went to class and practice.


    Everything should be as usual, but Mo Hua always vaguely felt that something was wrong with his spiritual consciousness, and he felt very tired, and occasionally he didn''t think about it.


    Ink painting meditates quietly and observes one''s own body, the sea of ??consciousness is empty and the spiritual consciousness is abundant, and there is no abnormality.


    Mo Hua was puzzled and thought he was overworking and was a little tired.


    At night, the disciples were in the middle.


    Mo Hua sent a message to Gu Changhuai, telling him about the traces of the dragon crossing the river, the location of the water, and the disappearance in the small fishing village.


    Then Mo Hua wanted Gu Changhuai to send someone to watch, but it would be better not to go into the village and just stare at it from a distance to avoid alerting the enemy.


    Gu Changhuai agreed.


    After finishing the work, Mo Hua learned the formation for a while.


    At the moment of the year, Mo Hua put together the array book. Just as he was about to enter the sea of ??consciousness, he practiced the several formations he had just learned on the Taoist stele, but suddenly his eyes were drowsy and extremely sleepy.


    A hazy but strong sleepiness came.


    The eyes of Mo Hua''s eyes were as heavy as lead stone. Gradually, she closed her eyes and lay on the desk and fell asleep.


    Ink paintings have a rare dream.


    There is a fog in the dream. After the fog dissipates, there is another shimmering river.


    Mo Hua found that she had grown up, had a slender and strong figure, wearing coarse clothes, and a large piece of arms exposed were bronzed by the sun.


    At this moment, he was standing on the boat, floating in the water, holding the fishing net in his hand, and fish in the net.


    I seemed to be...


    A fishing practitioner who makes a living by fishing?


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned, but he accepted it in a daze.


    Soon, after he caught fish, someone in his ear said to him, "You are not young anymore, it''s time to start a family. Life is so hard, so there should be a helping hand..."


    Mo Hua felt a little reluctant.


    But in the blink of an eye, clouds and mists filled the sky.


    Mo Hua found that he had finished his worship. A woman stood opposite him with a red veil covering her head, feeling familiar and unfamiliar.


    Bride?


    Mo Hua was stunned, then lifted the veil and found that the bride was her junior sister!


    The younger sister''s expression was faint, her cheeks were red, like the bright morning glow in the sky.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but smile foolishly.


    But before he finished laughing, he found himself dead.


    He died while fishing on the river.


    A big wave hit, the ship sank, and he was bitten to death by the water demon.


    The young senior sister, who had always been cold, hugged his body and cried loudly.


    Before Mo Hua could be sad, she found that she was alive again.


    This time, the senior sister and her childhood sweethearts are together.


    The young master of the Wang family fell in love with the beautiful senior sister and wanted to take it away.


    I was angry and beat all the monks of the Wang family, but I beat the younger ones and the older ones, so I couldn''t beat them, so I could only take my younger sister to elope.


    It was a stormy night.


    He held the younger sister''s hand tightly and fled along the Yanshui River.


    But in the end, he couldn''t escape the pursuit and was forced into a desperate situation. In despair, he hugged his senior sister and jumped into the river to commit suicide...


    After that, the picture turned and suddenly it was another life.


    I and my junior sister already have children, but life is very hard, and my senior sister is already a little haggard on her fair and beautiful face.


    She kept criticizing herself and complaining about being poor, so that she could earn more spirit stones to support her family.


    But despite the complaints, she was still sewing clothes for herself and cooking for her children, never leaving her.


    In the end, there was strong wind and heavy rain and fishing was impossible.


    All the whole family starved to death.


    Before her death, the young senior sister lay beside her, holding her hand tightly, her eyes full of misery and tenderness...


    Mo Hua felt a severe pain in her heart, so painful that she could hardly breathe.


    Suddenly, someone seemed to be muttering in his ears:


    "My life is too hard to survive..."


    “Save us…”


    “Please…”


    “Please…”


    "The Lord of the River God who is in charge of Yanshui River..."


    River "God"? !


    As soon as these two words were heard, Mo Hua suddenly woke up and opened her eyes.


    There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but his eyes became cold.


    "You dare to enter my dream?"


    The spiritual consciousness of the ink painting instantly sank into the sea of ??consciousness and meditate in peace.


    At the same time, light golden bloodshots emerged from their bodies and gathered in their eyes.


    The sacred and majestic golden light shone in the eyes of Mo Hua.


    Under the "visit" of God, in the empty sea of ??consciousness, it suddenly became clearer.


    The ink paintings shone golden light, and when they stared at them, they found that there were some small blood-colored red fish in the corner of the sea of ??consciousness.


    There is also one of them, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, fierce eyes, fish fins turning into feet, and a blood-colored fish demon walking upright.


    The fish demon saw Mo Hua and looked fierce and laughed wildly.


    Halfway through the ridiculousness, I found the thick golden light on Mo Hua''s body, and I couldn''t help but look frightened.


    Mo Hua had no expression. She just reached out and pinched her neck. With a little force, a golden light flashed in her palm, and she directly pinched the blood-colored fish demon to death.


    After the fish demon died, it turned into a pool of blood, as if it was a fishy river.


    Ink paintings can sense a trace of evil spirits from it.


    Like a spiritual consciousness that was assimilated by an evil god.


    It’s just that there is no divine essence, and the amount of divine consciousness itself is too small to eat.


    Mo Hua pointed his hand and condensed the earth fire formation, burning all the blood-colored river water and some remaining blood-colored fish without leaving any trace.


    After cleaning up the evil spirits, Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of ??consciousness.


    In reality, Mo Hua opened her eyes, but frowned tightly.


    This is the method of the evil god?


    When did you get caught?


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    (This chapter ends)