Chapter 684 Three-Colored Carp

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

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

This small fishing village is home to a blood-dwelling evil god?

The pupils of the ink paintings are deeper, and the bottom of the eyes is pitch black. There are white heavenly lines intertwined on the pitch black, and he looks around.

But the blood mist shrouded everything, hiding the secrets of heaven and swallowing up the cause and effect.

The bloody fishing village is dark and lonely, and it's so hazy inside that you don't even know what's going on.

"Would you like to go deep and have a look?"

Mo Hua's mind seemed to be attracted. As soon as he took a step, his heart suddenly palpitated and he suddenly became alert.

"wrong."

Mo Hua's eyes darkened.

"There is something tempting me..."

can not go!

The blood mist is hazy, there must be evil intentions, and I don't know what is hidden in it.

Is there a "divine corpse" of an evil god? What level of divine skeleton is it?

Are there any monks who have been parasitized by evil gods? Are there followers and minions of the evil god, and how many are there? What kind of cultivation are they?

I don't know any of this. I am alone and must not act rashly.

What's more, I'm just a little foundation-building monk, so there's no shame in being a little more cowardly when it's time to be cowardly.

Mo Hua restrained his curiosity and slowly retreated outside the small fishing village step by step.

After exiting the fishing village and stepping onto the soil outside the village, Mo Hua looked again and found that the blood mist in front of him had subsided.

Under the night, the small fishing village was dimly lit, quiet and peaceful, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Mo Hua's brows frowned even more tightly.

"What exactly happened in this fishing village?"

The night was still dark, but Mo Hua didn't dare to step into the bloody darkness.

The evil god should still be scary.

The monks' monastic knowledge is mixed, and the gods' sacred knowledge is equally profound.

Mo Hua understood what Huangshan Jun said that day about the knowledge of gods, but he didn't actually understand it completely.

After all, I am a "human", not a born "god", and I know very little about the taboos of gods.

It's a bit ridiculous to think that you can despise the evil god and kill everyone just based on the few words you heard from Mr. Huangshan.

So be cautious.

Never fight an unprepared battle.

Mo Hua nodded.

This is the basis for a monster hunter to hunt monsters, and it is also the first rule for him to hunt evil gods in the future.

Mo Hua climbed up the tree and had a panoramic view of the small fishing village. Then he suppressed the doubts in his heart and began to close his eyes and rest.

His consciousness also sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and he practiced the formation on the Taoist monument as always.

The dragon crossing the river entered the fishing village, and the blood mist obscured his tracks.

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

He would just wait at the entrance of the village, so he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to wait for him.

Mo Hua waited patiently.

But until daybreak, when the fish in the east turned white and the morning glow began to bloom, Jiang Long was not seen in the small fishing village.

"Strange……"

Mo Hua muttered.

He took another closer look at the small fishing village.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and the sunlight that broke out from the clouds had penetrated the moist mist and shone into the small fishing village.

The fishing village is dilapidated and shabby, but as the sky breaks and a new day comes, the simple houses gradually come to life.

There are monks getting up, fishermen mending their nets, and children playing and crying.

Smoke also curled up.

This is a poor but ordinary fishing village.

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

Mo Hua did not rush into the village, but remained invisible, squatting on a big tree, looking at every bit of the life of the fishermen in the small fishing village. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh.

The life of a fisherman is really hard.

Fishing cultivators are also casual cultivators, and no matter where they go, the life of a casual cultivator is always the same.

Just work hard and live with all your might.

Apart from living, I have no time to think about anything else.

Making a living, let alone immortality, was not yet available.

Mo Hua felt slightly sour in his heart.

In this small fishing village, apart from ordinary fishing cultivators, there are no traces of other monks, including the "dragon crossing the river" who changed his body and pretended to be a rugged man.

"Where did the Dragon Crossing the River go?"

Mo Hua was confused.

After waiting for another half day, there was still no trace found, but in a blink of an eye it was already noon, and smoke was rising again in the fishing village.

Most of the casual cultivators at the bottom are physical practitioners. They practice physical training since they were young and do physical work when they grow up. Generally speaking, they need to eat a full meal at noon to have the strength to make a living.

So lunch is more formal than in the morning.

Although the food was not good, the aroma wafted from house to house, and it still smelled very tempting.

Mo Hua touched his stomach and felt a little hungry.

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

The fisherman was making fish soup at home, with a family of seven or eight people gathered around him in a lively manner.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.

I happen to be able to ask some things myself.

Mo Hua jumped down from the tree, revealed his figure when there was no one around, and walked openly towards the small fishing village.

The dragon crossing the river has never seen me.

That day when he was dragged into the woods and beaten, he did not show up. Later, he was intercepted halfway. Although he showed his head, his face was covered.

Therefore, the dragon crossing the river does not know itself.

He was generous enough to come to the small fishing village to eat and drink. Even if the dragon crossing the river saw him, he would not suspect that he, a young monk, was following him.

Mo Hua walked into the small fishing village with a calm face and light steps.

He did not wear the Taixu Sect's Taoist robes, only simple casual clothes. He was fair and handsome, with friendly features. He walked into the fishing village with a swagger, as casually as if he had returned to his own home.

The fishing cultivators along the road met him and saw that he was so generous and generous, so they didn't suspect anything.

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

In this way, Mo Hua "blended" into the village in a grand manner, and when he reached the vicinity of Chang Yuxiu's house, he slowed down.

That year, the elder Yuxiu was cooking fish soup. After a while, he looked up and saw Mo Hua who "happened" to pass by. He was startled at first, then happy, and he greeted warmly:

"Little brother!"

Mo Hua pretended not to hear.

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

Mo Hua then turned around with a surprised look on his face and said, "Uncle?"

With a smile on his face, Yuxiu greeted: "Come on, the fish soup has just been cooked. It's fresh. Come and try it."

Mo Hua said shyly: "That's so embarrassing."

Yuxiu said with a straight face, "Why are you sorry? Little brother, you have helped us. Isn't it right to treat you to a fish?"

After saying that, he immediately said to his family:

"This little brother is a disciple of a large sect and a great formation master. He helped to cultivate the formations on the fishing net at home that day..."

As soon as he said this, his entire family looked at Mo Hua with admiration.

These fishing cultivators were from humble backgrounds and had limited spiritual roots. Basically, no children could join the major sects.

There is no one who can become an array master.

Another person said: "Little brother, don't be polite, the fish soup won't be fresh when it gets cold."

This man was the son of the older monk, and he had also seen the ink painting that day.

Mo Hua smiled and said: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey!"

So Mo Hua had a meal in a small fishing village.

The fish soup is very fresh. Although it is simple to make and has few seasonings, it is freshly cooked and authentic, and the taste is very good.

It just doesn't contain much spiritual energy.

These are actually the lowest spirit fish, relatively cheap, and are used by low-level fishermen to satisfy their hunger.

And you can only have a taste, and you won’t be full after eating.

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

Mo Hua only took a small bite and stopped eating because the taste was not good.

But these fishing cultivators must swallow this unpalatable thing with fish soup.

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

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.

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

The old fish cultivator, known as "Lao Yutou", was in the early stages of foundation building.

His eldest son, named "Yu Dahe", is in the middle stage of foundation building and has been seen in ink paintings before.

Yu Dahe got married and gave birth to two sons. Three generations live under one roof. Although the family is poor, they are living their lives to the best of their ability.

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

Mo Hua was still drinking fish soup. Hearing this, he made an excuse and said:

"I want to buy a few more nets. The last fishing net caught a big fish, but it was damaged."

"This is easy to handle." Old Yutou heard the words and did not doubt it. "I will give you a few later. We made them ourselves. The materials may be a little different and the appearance is a little rough, but they are definitely durable."

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

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

Old Yutou shook his head and said: "There are also weapon refining shops in the city, but they are too expensive and not worth spending the wronged spirit stone."

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

Old Yutou sighed: "We fishermen and cultivators are poor and there are many places where we need to use spiritual stones. It's worth saving one if we can..."

After saying this, Old Yutou laughed at himself, "The old man is poor, and it would be better if you don't dislike him, little brother."

Mo Hua shook his head, "When I was a child, my family was also very poor, similar to yours."

Lao Yutou was startled, but then he thought Mo Hua was comforting them and smiled kindly.

"By the way," Mo Hua asked, "Uncle Yu, do you often have monks from outside the village coming to your village?"

Lao Yutou did not doubt that he was there. He pondered for a moment and said:

"It's not that often..."

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

"The house is empty?" Mo Hua asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Old Yutou was full. He touched a roll of bitter tobacco from somewhere and took a sip silently, but his tone was very casual:

“When people die, the house becomes empty.”

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

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

"Being a fisherman is not a good job. People will die if the wind and waves are strong, but if the waves are not strong, people will still die."

"Early in the year, there was a family, father and son, who went fishing in the Yanshui River despite strong winds and waves. Unexpectedly, a big wave came and the boat capsized. The father and son all sank to the bottom of the river and were eaten by water monsters... "

"Their house is now empty..."

"This kind of thing happens several times every year. Some old fishermen are alive and well, but all their children and grandchildren are dead; some couples just got married, and the husband was pulled into the whirlpool and drowned, leaving the wife a widow; there are also couples who have been widowed for several months. There were strong winds and waves, making it impossible to fish, and some people starved to death at home; some fishing cultivators felt that it was too hard to survive, so they moved out with their families to find another way to make a living, and now they don’t know whether they will live or die..."

"Therefore, some houses are vacant every year..."

Old Yu took a puff of cigarette, his emotions were calm, and he was obviously numb.

"If the wind and waves are not strong, will people still die?" Mo Hua asked again.

Old Yu coughed lightly and sighed, "If the wind and waves are not strong, there will be more fishermen and fish caught. With more fish, the price will naturally be lower. In total, it will not make much more than when the wind and waves are strong..."

"It's still the same poverty."

"And the family that runs the restaurant above will come to bargain for you. The price is very low. If you agree, it's okay. If you don't agree, you will inevitably be beaten."

"Those who are unlucky will be beaten to death directly, and the other party will not admit it."

"This is still selling fish. Sometimes people are so poor that they sell their children..."

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

Old Yu shook his head with some bitterness on his face:

"Little brother, I don't understand. We, the cultivators who don't live in the fairy city and live outside, don't have 'cultivation records'. "

"For cultivators without records, the management of Daotingsi is very loose. If a few of them are missing or dead, no one will know."

"Even..."

Old Yu looked a little indifferent, "The whole village is dead, and Daotingsi may not know for several months..."

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and asked hurriedly:

"Has there been such a thing before?"

Old Yu was stunned, "What?"

Mo Hua whispered, "The whole fishing village is dead..."

Old Yu smiled awkwardly, "I just said that, kid, don't take it seriously..."

"Oh."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

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

Mo Hua remembered that in Qingzhou City before, Master Gu invited him to dinner at Xianhe Tower, and a plate of spirit fish was worth a lot of spirit stones.

Old Yu waved his hand and said, "Those are the families nearby who are selling them. If you send a spiritual fish to the dining hall, you can earn more than ten or even hundreds of spiritual stones."

"But here, a first-grade spiritual fish only earns one spiritual stone, and a second-grade spiritual fish earns one spiritual stone..."

Old Yu sighed.

"Can't you sell it yourself?"

Old Yu shook his head, "It's not that simple. One or two is fine, but if you don't sell hundreds or thousands of them early, they will rot in your hands..."

"Besides, several families, big and small, have already discussed it together. What year and what price are all determined by them."

"How can we decide?"

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

After saying this, Old Yu looked at Mo Hua and said earnestly:

"So little brother, you must practice well in the sect. When you have a high level of cultivation in the future, no one will dare to bully you."

Mo Hua looked at Old Yu with a complicated mood.

When a monk has a high level of cultivation, he will not be bullied, but naturally, he will think of bullying others.

People like you are the ones who are bullied...

Then the two chatted for a while. After noon, the fishermen had to work again.

Yu Dahe went to the river, and Old Yu seemed to have something to do in the afternoon, so he stayed.

Mo Hua had to wait for the dragon in the fishing village anyway, so he didn't leave. Instead, he sat in the yard and chatted with Old Yu.

Old Yu had lived a lifetime and had seen many ups and downs.

"Nowadays, although life is a bit hard, it's not bad. At least the family is together and there is food to eat..."

"If it was in the past, the Yanshui River was flooded, and there were strong winds and rain every day. It was really not a life for people..."

"Oh." Mo Hua listened carefully.

As they chatted, suddenly a group of monks came over from a distance.

The one in front was of middle age, well-dressed, and probably in the initial stage of foundation building. He walked with his head held high, and seemed to be a monk of the family.

There were six people following him, one in the early stage of foundation building, five in the ninth level of Qi refining, all of them were big.

This cultivator went straight into Old Yu's house.

Seeing this, Old Yu immediately smiled apologetically, greeted him, and bowed even lower, "Manager Wang, thank you for your trouble."

The family cultivator called Manager Wang had his hands behind his back and raised his head, as if he was disdainful of talking to Old Yu.

Someone next to him said, "Where's the fish?"

Old Yu nodded, "Yes, yes."

He went back to the house, bent down and took out a coarse linen woven fish basket, and fished out a forearm-long, golden carp with shiny and shiny scales like lotus flowers.

Manager Wang took a look and nodded with satisfaction.

Someone nearby laughed and said, "Old Yu, not bad. You can catch this 'Golden Lotus Three-Color Carp' at such an old age..."

Old Yu smiled with wrinkles all over his face, "Lucky, I risked my life, braving the strong wind and waves, and I caught this one."

Butler Wang also nodded and said, "Not bad, with this fish, the young master won't lose face when he entertains fellow disciples of the noble family tonight."

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

Old Yu looked at this precious three-color carp reluctantly, which he had risked his life to get back, and he was somewhat reluctant to part with it.

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

Old Yu's expression changed slightly, but he still smiled and said humbly, "Butler Wang, this spiritual stone..."

Butler Wang frowned.

A disciple of the Wang family behind him said, "Go to the Wang family to get it in three days."

"But..."

"But what is that? Our Wang family, a third-grade family, can't survive without your spiritual stone?"

Old Yutou gritted his teeth, "Eight thousand spirit stones, not a decimal number, I..."

Butler Wang ignored him and walked straight out.

Lao Yutou was cruel and stopped in front of Steward Wang, but he did not dare to get angry and kept smiling, "Steward, please do your best..."

"I really need this spiritual stone urgently."

"My two little grandsons, I want to send them to the sect so that they can practice in a down-to-earth manner so that they won't have to live as hard a life as I did in the future."

"That's why I risk my life and fight for it..."

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

Butler Wang's face darkened, and he said in a disdainful tone: "How can my Wang family afford just eight thousand spiritual stones?"

"It's worth it, it's worth it." Old Yutou said.

"In three days, you can go to Wang's house to get it yourself."

They still say this.

But Lao Yutou stepped forward, grabbed the fish basket tightly, as if he was holding on to his own life, shook his head and said:

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

Manager Wang frowned, a little impatient.

"Damn it, you don't know how to appreciate it!" A big man behind Manager Wang rushed forward and slapped Lao Yutou on the face.

Old Yutou did not dare to resist. There were bloody marks on his face and the corners of his mouth were bloody, 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 glimmer of light in his eyes, as if this fish basket was his only hope for living in this life.

Manager Wang spat, "Damn it, old guy, it's not like I won't give you the spirit stone, so I'm just digging around..."

He turned around and ordered: "Take the fish away. If he holds it with his hands, chop it with his hands. If he holds it with his body, chop his body. Don't miss the young master's banquet..."

The boy from the Wang family started to draw his knife.

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold and he was very angry. He was about to throw the bowl at hand, but paused before throwing it.

The bowl in my hand is intact.

He picked another bowl with a chip and threw it on the ground!

"Bang!"

Butler Wang and others were startled and turned their heads, only to realize that there was a young monk in the courtyard.

But Mo Hua stood up slowly, raised his head high, and looked unruly and arrogant.

"Where did a bunch of little bastards come from that dared to steal my fish?"

Manager Wang was furious, but when he saw that although Mo Hua was dressed in simple clothes, he had an extraordinary demeanor, especially his arrogant and domineering appearance. He was not a real playboy and would definitely not be able to learn from him, so he handed over his hand and said:

"I wonder which family your Excellency belongs to?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and said confidently:

"Gu family!"

Manager Wang looked slightly stern and asked, "Where is the Gu family?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly, "Short-sighted, how many Gu families are there in Qianzhou?"

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

Mo Hua nodded, "You are a idiot, but you still have some knowledge."

Manager Wang suddenly sneered, "You can't lie more reliably. I said it was the Gu family in Qingzhou City, so you identified yourself as the Gu family in Qingzhou City?"

"Of all the children of the aristocratic family, who are not surrounded by people from behind? How can you go out alone like you?"

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

Manager Wang's eyes darkened.

Mo Hua didn't talk nonsense with him. He pointed at him rudely and ordered: "You guys, keep the fish and get out!"

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

Bullying others with power, no need to explain.

Manager Wang was a little unsure.

The origin of this kid is unknown, so logically speaking, it is best not to act rashly.

But if you don't take the fish back, how can you explain it to the young master?

Manager Wang suddenly came up with a plan and cupped his hands and said:

"Dare you ask the young master to tell me your name, so that I can give the fish to the master and explain it to you when I get back."

Mo Hua thought it made sense and said:

"My name is Gu..."

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

How does the Gu family arrange their seniority?

If the word "长" is used, does it mean that he is the same generation as Uncle Gu? From now on, I have to call Uncle Gu and Brother Gu?

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

Mo Hua was a little confused.

But in such a confused moment, Manager Wang judged that Mo Hua was lying. His surname was not Gu at all, and he was not necessarily a member of the aristocratic family.

"This little liar! How audacious! Get him!"

Manager Wang said sharply.

When several Wang family monks heard this, their faces showed stern expressions, and they rushed towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua sighed.

He plays the role of an arrogant and domineering son of a family, but his experience is still a bit lacking. How can any dude be reasonable when he comes up?

Just do it directly...

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then pointed his finger, and the fireball technique was fired instantly, and a ninth-level Qi Refining monk was blown away.

Manager Wang's eyes darkened.

This kid... is actually a foundation-building monk?

No wonder I can't see through his true identity.

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

Building the foundation is building the foundation. Can a little kid who is building the foundation be able to defeat a group of family monks on his side?

But within a moment, his expression changed drastically.

Mo Hua stood still, pointing his fingers frequently, and cast spells one after another. First, he simply disabled the Qi Refining disciples, and then all kinds of spells including golden blade, water prison, fireball, quicksand, and water arrow were unleashed.

Another member of the Wang family was in the early stage of foundation building. After only one encounter, he was bombarded by Mo Hua's spells and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

What a powerful spell!

It's a spiritual cultivator!

Steward Wang's pupils shrank, and he was about to rush forward to restrict Mo Hua, the spiritual cultivator, but in the 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 a distance.

Endless spells came in torrents.

Steward Wang's scalp was numb, and not long after, he fell down.

So far, several Wang family cultivators were knocked down by Mo Hua's magic, like cutting melons and vegetables.

Mo Hua nodded.

He is now a disciple of a legitimate large sect, learning the Taixu Sect's Taoist tradition, and integrating hundreds of magic from various sinners.

His inheritance is not at the same level as these bullying small family cultivators.

Old Yu, who was standing aside, came back to his senses at this time, looking at the Wang family cultivators lying around, and couldn't help but be stunned.

He never expected that the little kid who just came to his house for a meal could be so powerful in magic.

All the Wang family monks were seriously injured and fell to the ground in a moment, and Mo Hua couldn't even move a step.