MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 679 Martial Law

Chapter 679 Dragon Crossing the River

Another fisherman said helplessly: "Okay, my son is useless. He will live in poverty all his life. There is nothing we can do."

He pinched the gills of a lively spirit fish and threw it into the bamboo basket. "Dad, work quickly. In a short while, a water demon will come ashore."

 The older fisherman then buried his head and continued working.

Beside there was a teenage boy who was in the Qi Refining Realm. He picked up a small fish on the ground. When he heard this, he raised his head and said:

“Grandpa, it’s useless to be in the third rank. The children of the third rank family will still be bullied even if they join the sect.”

 The elder Yu Xiu was startled.

The little fish in the Qi Refining Realm cultivates the Tao:

“Really, the third son of the Zhu family, relying on his grandfather who is in the Golden Core Realm, looks down on others and is arrogant every day when he plays with us..."

“Later, when he entered the sect, he could only follow the other disciples of the big clan, with a low eyebrow and a submissive attitude, just like a dog-leg, and he no longer had the prestige before..."

“Sometimes when the sect is on holiday, when he comes back from vacation, he is just like a fool. He doesn’t talk for a long time. We call him to play, but he ignores us.”

“The family has lasted for thousands of years, and its children are all outstanding among people. It is a blessing for him, Zhu Saner, to study in the same school as these proud men.”

“I am an ordinary formation master, an ordinary formation master…”

Mo Hua was puzzled, "Young Master, what are you doing in the Yanshui River?"

The elder Yuxiu looked at the ink painting and was even more astonished. Then he said with some embarrassment: "We... don't have any spiritual stones here."

 Ink painting is also inconvenient to disturb too much.

 Another foundation-building fish cultivator curled his lips and said, "What else can I do? Let's play."

“Little brother, thank you very much. If you don’t mind, you can come home with us later and I’ll stew some fresh spirit fish for you to try.”

 “Which family is the son of?”

Mo Hua nodded.

"It's okay." Mo Hua smiled and said, "It's just a little effort."

Mo Hua stretched out his hand and was just about to point it out. Then he remembered that he usually should be more low-key and draw the formation like an ordinary formation master.

 The two fishing cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm were also very grateful and thanked the ink paintings one after another.

 The brushwork is neat and easy, giving a very "professional" look.

The elder Yuxiu shook his head and said: "How do I know? 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..."

 “It’s Rouge Boat…”

However, Mo Hua had a sharp ear and eyes, so he still wrote down these three words.

 After the elder Yuxiu finished chatting, he looked at the ink painting again, waved his hands quickly and said:

 The elder Yu Xiu nodded.

 The older Yu Cultivator said: "Little brother, are you...still a formation master?"

The elder Yuxiu shook his head and said: "This is called joining the sect, learning knowledge, and understanding etiquette. What do you little kids know?"

Before the foundation-building fish cultivator finished speaking, his father slapped him on the shoulder, "Don't spoil the child by saying everything."

Xiao Yuxiu curled his lips, not daring to disobey his grandfather, so he didn't say much.

The little fisherman who was in the Qi Refining Realm had a look of admiration on his face.

The older fisherman pointed to the distance, "It's not far, it's the small fishing village over there."

 “Play?” Mo Hua was startled.

Mo Hua made a brief assessment and said: "The formation on this fishing net will probably be broken after five or six uses. Do you want me to help repair it?"

 The less he said anything, the more curious Mo Hua became.

Mo Hua silently recited it twice in his mind, then he honestly took out his pen, dipped it in ink, and repaired the crude formations on the fishing nets and fish baskets.

"Uncle, did you say that among the six people who were killed...by the water demon, was there a 'young master'?"

The elder Yuxiu waved his hand and said: "It's nothing. Children can practice in peace. Don't ask about this kind of thing."

The remaining fishing cultivators also began to get busy, tossing the fishing nets, sorting the various types of spiritual fish, putting them into fish baskets, and then sealing them with simple formations.

 But no matter how Mo Hua asked, the fisherman said no more.

"Um!"

 He ​​glanced around and saw that most of the fishing nets and fish baskets were a bit old, and the formations on them were also worn.

 This is their livelihood, and the whole family depends on these spiritual fish.

 But they had already told him so much, and they had done him a favor, so Mo Hua felt that he should "reciprocate" them.

“If you don’t learn, you can’t be effective. If he learns from the disciples of aristocratic families, he is right..."

Mo Hua was very concerned about what happened before, so he asked:

 “Rouge Boat?”

 Several fishing cultivators were stunned for a moment.

“Little boy, hurry up and leave. If you are so small and are dragged into the water by the water demon, your life may be at risk.”

 Fresh spiritual fish!

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up and he really wanted to try it, but he had important things to do and it was not easy to be lazy.

 At this moment, Taixu Ling was shocked.

 Taking out the ink painting, I saw a letter from Hao Xuan on it. I cheered up and said goodbye immediately:

“Uncle, the fish I caught is hooked, I’m leaving first!”

 After saying that, the figure in the ink painting was like water, wrapped in a faint blue light, with wind blowing under its feet, and he was gone in the blink of an eye.

The fishermen cultivators were startled and exclaimed in their hearts:

What exquisite body skills, worthy of being a disciple of a large sect...

 …

 After burning the incense, Mo Hua and Hao Xuan met, and Cheng Mo was also there.

Hao Xuan said to the ink painting:

 “There was movement in the water just now.”

 He showed the formation disk to Mo Hua. Mo Hua took a glance and knew it in his mind.

Just now there was indeed a monk swimming near the water pattern formation. The agitated spiritual power touched the formation and left traces on the formation disk.

 The river is dangerous and there are aquatic monsters.

A monk who can swim freely in the water must not be an ordinary person. He must practice water-based exercises and be proficient in water properties. He is probably the "dragon crossing the river".

 At this time, the traces on the formation disk had gradually faded away.

 Apparently the dragon crossing the river lurked under the water and swam to no one knows where.

"what to do?"

Hao Xuan asked Mo Hua in a low voice.

He is very self-aware and knows that his cultivation and Taoism are just ordinary among the talented people. He also lacks experience in Taoism and is not smart enough when encountering problems...

 So when doing things in the sect, you must embrace your "legs"!

Hao Xuan looked at the ink painting with a clear face.

Mo Hua raised his head and glanced at the water, compared it with his experience as a "monster hunter", and pondered:

“There are many monsters and beasts in the mountains, so monster hunters usually have fixed mountain roads when they go up the mountain.”

“Similarly, there are many dangers in the water, such as water monsters. If the dragon crossing the river swims in the water, it should also have a fixed ‘water path’...”

“The Dragon Crossing the River swam here, indicating that this is one of his ‘waterways’.”

“The water is dangerous and we can’t get out, so we can only wait here for him..."

Cheng Mo was confused, "Even if we wait until he gets there, what happens next?"

Mo Hua thought of Gu Changhuai's reminder, "Trapped him with a formation, captured him on the shore, and then captured him without any trace of water."

Captured ashore…

Mo Hua thought for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Wait for me for a while..." After saying this, he ran away again without waiting for anyone to reply.

 Cheng Mo and others looked confused.

Half an hour later, Mo Hua came back again, carrying a storage bag in his hand. Inside the storage bag were two fishing nets stained with water, entangled with algae, and exuding a fishy smell.

 These two fishing nets were bought by Mo Hua from the fishing repairman Shicai.

The fisherman didn't know what the ink paintings were for, so he just said, "They are all old nets. Little brother, you can just use them and remember to return them after you use them."

 But the ink painting was still given to the spirit stone.

 Because once the fishing net was messed with by him, he would not know what it would become, and he would be too embarrassed to return it.

 And the old network is better than the new network.

 The old net has been soaked in water all year round, and there is still algae and fishy smell. It is easy to throw it into the water with some tricks, so that it is not easily noticed by others.

 The fishing net is also a spiritual weapon.

Mo Hua asked Cheng Mo and others to help him completely dismantle the fishing net.

 After being dismantled, the formation inside the fishing net was exposed.

 Different from the simple repair before, Mo Hua now wants to use the fishing net as a formation medium to reconstruct its internal formation.

The ink painting first drew a hidden formation.

 The first-level concealment array is not particularly effective, but it can be used under water and the vision is hazy.

In addition, the ink painting also painted the "Water Network Formation" with fifteen patterns on the second grade.

 The "Water Poison Formation" of the second grade and thirteen lines.

 The "Yimu Body Binding Formation" with the second grade and fourteenth pattern, and the "Drowning Formation" etc...

To be on the safe side, Ink Hua hung some barbs on the fishing net and applied some paralyzing poison on the hooks.

 The dense formations and green poisons made Cheng Mo and others feel numb.

Only then did they know what Mo Hua once meant when he said, "Everything will be successful if it is forewarned, and if it is not forewarned, it will be ruined."

After preparations were complete, Mo Hua asked Cheng Mo and others to work together to spread the fishing net into the water and block it on the waterway where the "dragon crossing the river" must pass.

Then Mo Hua ordered: "Once the dragon crossing the river enters the net, you will immediately work together to pull him ashore..."

“Don’t stop after you pull him to the bank. Continue pulling him into the woods over there. Don’t let him get close to the river bank, lest he jump into the river and escape…”

Mo Hua took them and found a location in the grove. He nodded, took out the formation plate from his arms, and buried it in the ground.

Cheng Mo opened his mouth and asked in surprise: "We also need to set up a formation here?"

“This is natural,” Mo Hua said. “One more formation means one more method, which means more chances of winning and less risks.”

“The more sophisticated the means, the better. Naturally, the more formations, the better.”

"Oh..." Cheng Mo, who was used to being "reckless", nodded as if he understood.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun looked at each other with admiration.

 This little senior brother of theirs is too steady...

Although Yang Qianjun did not take Mo Hua's formation class, he had been hanging out with Cheng Mo and the others for a long time, and gradually imitated Cheng Mo and the others, and he recognized Mo Hua as his "little senior brother" from the bottom of his heart.

On the other hand, Hao Xuan looked on and frowned.

“Senior brother, there seems to be something wrong with your approach...”

Mo Hua was startled, "What's wrong?"

Hao Xuan thought about it for a moment and said slowly:

"The last time I saw you setting up a formation, it didn't seem like this. I didn't see you using any formation disks or formation flags. In the blink of an eye, there was a formation on the ground." "Those men in black, here comes one. Kill one by blowing up, and kill a pair by blowing up a team..."

“Why are you... still burying the array plate so slowly?”

 Cheng Mo and others looked at the ink painting silently.

Mo Hua looked serious and said to Hao Xuan: "You remembered it wrong."

Hao Xuan was stunned for a moment.

Mo Hua had a serious look on his face and said firmly: "I have always set up formations like this!"

“It was too dark that night, so you didn’t see clearly, and because you were being chased, you lost too much blood and were too nervous, so you saw something wrong…”

Mo Hua patted Hao Xuan on the shoulder, "Think about it for yourself, is that true?"

Hao Xuan was confused by Mo Hua.

He thought about it carefully, it was dark that night, the mountains were dark, and there was blood from the corners of his eyes, as if he really couldn't see clearly...

If the ink painting is squatting on the ground and burying the formation...

 The sky was so dark, I was nervous, and I was far away, so it was normal that I didn’t see it.

Hao Xuan nodded and said suddenly:

“Senior Brother, you are right, I must have read it wrong!”

Mo Hua nodded happily.

Cheng Mo and others did not doubt him, and they could not understand the formation better than Mo Hua...

After setting up the formation, Mo Hua explained some key points, and a few people hid on the shore and waited.

Until it was getting late, the sun was setting over the western mountains, and the river was red with the sunset, but there was no movement at all.

 No matter how alert Cheng Mo and the others were, they couldn't stand it any longer. Their eyelids were twitching and their spirits were a little sleepy.

Ink painting is also a bit boring, but he sat on the ground early, drew the formations by himself, and played with them by himself.

As he was explaining it, Mo Hua was suddenly startled. He raised his head and looked towards the Yanshui River. His consciousness flashed across the water, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted in a low voice:

"coming!"

Cheng Mo and the others were smart and immediately tightened their grip on the fishing net's cable as promised.

 But they remembered Mo Hua's instructions and did not release their spiritual consciousness to peer into the water.

Cheng Mo and others are only in the early stage of foundation building, while Guojiang Long is in the middle stage of foundation building. There is a gap in cultivation. If he rashly releases his spiritual consciousness to peek, it will be easy to detect.

 So they were well prepared and just waiting.

Only one person, Mo Hua, peered at the movement in the water with his spiritual consciousness.

 In a void of whiteness, everything in the water has lost its original appearance and color, and has turned into a state of mixed spiritual power.

Amid the dim colors, a long figure swims with the waves in the water, resembling both a dragon and a big white fish.

When this "big white fish" swam leisurely into the fishing net integrated with the mud and grass in the water, Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he whispered:

"receive!"

Cheng Mo and others believed this and immediately used all their strength to close the fishing nets.

In the originally empty water, a network of blue and green light suddenly appeared. The hidden "fishing net" emerged, and the layers of formations were activated and then collapsed sharply.

The "big white fish" who was originally leisurely was suddenly frightened. Before he had time to react, he was caught in the fishing net and dragged towards the shore.

"Big White Fish" struggled angrily, but found that the fishing net was extremely tough and densely covered with formations. Although he didn't know what the formations were, they were able to hide, trap the enemy, and restrain the enemy. They must have been made by a skilled formation master. .

No matter how hard he struggles, he can't escape the bondage.

 "Big White Fish" took out a spiritual weapon with a hook and claw, and wanted to tear open the fishing net.

But while he was struggling, the barbs on the fishing net had already pierced his flesh, and the poison seeped into his blood. His body was paralyzed, and he was unable to move for a while.

Although the poison was not violent, the paralysis only lasted for a while.

 But in this short period of time, he was already carried by the fishing net and pulled up to the river bank.

Mo Hua watched from the side and saw a flash of light from the formation. As soon as the fishing net was closed, a "big white fish" was fished ashore under the dim light.

This "fish" is a human being, with a bare upper body, fair skin, very light eyebrows, and a strange face, resembling a water monster.

It is the sin cultivator known as the "Dragon Crossing the River".

As soon as Longfu crossed the river and landed on the shore, he yelled, "Why are you so young, plotting against me!"

Mo Hua waved his hand without talking nonsense to him.

Cheng Mo and others understood, and followed the previous plan. The four of them grabbed the cable of the fishing net and continued to drag it towards the small woods on the shore.

Once off the shore and into the woods, the dragon crossing the river loses the "river" and is no longer a "dragon", but just a "worm".

 The Dragon Crossing the River obviously knows this too.

At this time, the poison in the blood gradually subsided, his hands and feet were no longer paralyzed, he still had river water on his body, and his skills could still flow at full power.

The dragon crossing the river tried his best and made a sudden stroke with the three shark hooks, but the fishing net did not move at all.

 “What the **** is this?”

The dragon crossing the river cursed secretly, and used the sharp three shark hooks to draw a few lines on the corners of the net.

 Finally, he made a crack in a fishing net with a weak formation.

The body of the Dragon Crossing the River melted into the water, and like a shark, it burrowed out from the gaps, trying to get rid of the shackles of the fishing net.

 Having just drilled halfway, he was discovered by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua pointed his finger and trapped the dragon crossing the river with the water prison technique.

The Dragon Crossing the River sneered and snorted: "Water spell, you want to trap me?"

His body shrank, and like running water, he broke free from the water prison technique.

But after delaying this for a moment, Cheng Mo and others also realized that something was wrong. They turned the fishing net with force and used it as a rope, twisting it around the neck of the dragon crossing the river.

 The dragon crossing the river was caught in a fishing net and could not move for a while.

At this moment, Hao Xuan, with his figure like the wind, came behind Dragon Crossing the River, raised the cudgel handed to him by the ink painting, and hit Dragon Crossing the River on the back of the head with the stick.

 The dragon crossing the river was confused.

Cheng Mo and others took the opportunity to use the net as a rope to twist the neck of the dragon crossing the river, and dragged it deep into the woods.

Mo Hua was hiding in the dark, his eyes were slightly bright, and he lit up the formation with his spiritual consciousness.

 The second-grade burial array is activated.

The gray light flows above the ground, and the land is sunken, like a funeral coffin, swallowing the dragon crossing the river into the earth.

 Tu Ke Shui.

The water vapor on the body of Dragon Crossing the River is gradually consumed by the burial array, and the water spiritual power in the body is also being lost at an accelerated rate...

Being targeted and calculated at every turn, and falling into the traps of others step by step, an irresistible feeling of despair surged into my heart.

 The dragon crossing the river turned pale and cursed angrily:

 “Who the **** are you?!”

 “Is he Daotingsi’s lackey?”

 “Still a friend on the road?”

“Who set up the formation, the plotter?!”

The Crossing River Dragon cursed angrily and struggled, but finally managed to break free from the burial formation by relying on his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building.

Mo Hua didn’t speak, just waved his hand.

Cheng Mo raised his axes, Situ Jian raised the Lihuo sword, and Yang Qianjun held a spear.

Hao Xuan raised his stick - he didn't use a stick originally, he also used a sword like other members of the aristocratic family, but in actual combat he found that his unremarkable swordsmanship was of no use and he was better off using a stick.

 The four of them began to besiege the dragon crossing the river.

The dragon crossing the river became angry and started fighting with Cheng Mo and others. However, after fighting for a while, he was shocked.

This is...a bunch of brats?

 Looks like a group of brats who have just joined the sect and are only at the early stage of foundation building?

impossible!

The Dragon Crossing the River's pupils trembled.

How could a group of little guys with little experience set up such a murderous trap?

 What's more, there are those tight formations...

Behind these little devils, there must be a monk who is masterful in formations, deep in scheming, and scheming, and is secretly instigating them?

Who is this person?

He designed to trap him, was it for Dao Tingsi's reward, the sect's meritorious service, or to seek revenge, or...

 You know my secret?

 The dragon crossing the river felt a chill in his heart.

 He wanted to escape, but it was already over and he had no chance.

  Cheng Mo and the others are not vegetarians either.

If it were a prosperous river-crossing dragon, burrowing in the water and making waves, they would definitely be no match.

But now the dragon crossing the river has come ashore and has become an "earth-walking dragon". It has been weakened one by one by Mo Hua's formations. Now that most of its abilities have been reduced, how can it be the opponent of Cheng Mo and others?

Mo Hua didn't even take action, he just used concealment and sat on the big tree, observing the movements of the dragon crossing the river and guarding against his escape.

 Cheng Mo and the others should be able to handle other matters.

As expected, within half an hour, Hao Xuan dodged and broke the right hand of Guo Jianglong.

 The dragon crossing the river was in pain, and its claws fell to the ground with a sound.

Yang Qianjun took the opportunity and stabbed Guo Jianglong in the left leg. Situ Jian raised the Lihuo Sword and pierced Guo Jianglong's right leg.

The dragon crossing the river groaned twice and broke into a cold sweat.

 Cheng Mo kicked behind him, knocking Dragon Crossing the River to his knees, and then placed two big axes on Dragon Crossing the River's neck.

In the middle stage of foundation building, the notorious "dragon crossing the river" near the Yanshui River, which was diving to kill people, was subdued.

 Several people who were fighting could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua also nodded. He was about to show up and let Dragon Crossing the River experience the "formation iron plate" he had improved several times to see if he could get some secrets out of Dragon Crossing the River's mouth.

But before he jumped down from the tree, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he immediately reminded him crisply:

 “Cheng Mo, be careful!”

Cheng Mo was startled when he heard the words, and then immediately sensed the danger. He quickly turned sideways and protected the two large axes in front of him.

A sharp golden sword energy from afar came through the air in an instant and struck Cheng Mo's axe.

 The golden light is bright and the sword aura is brilliant.

Cheng Mo's giant ax blocked the sword energy, but the remaining spiritual power still made his jaw numb and he took three steps back.

Cheng Mo who stood still was shocked and angry, and cursed:

 “Sneak attack, what bastard?!”

 “Keep your mouth clean!”

A young but gloomy voice came from a distance.

 After a while, a group of monks slowly walked over. The current one was a handsome young man in gold and brocade clothes. He had a fair face but haughty eyes.

“A bunch of little bastards, dare to **** my master’s ‘prey’?”

 (End of this chapter)