MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 684 Tricolor carp

Chapter 684 Three Colored Carp

 The pupils in the ink painting are slightly shrunken.

 “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 painting are deeper, and the bottom of the eyes is pitch black. There are white heavenly patterns intertwined on top of the pitch black, and he looks around.

 But the blood mist shrouded everything, covering up 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.”

 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.

Mo Hua nodded.

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

 He looked carefully at the small fishing village again.

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

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

 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.

Mo Hua’s eyes darkened.

Smoke is also rising.

Mo Hua waited patiently.

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

 The night was still very dark, but Mo Hua did not dare to step into the **** darkness.

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

can not go!

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

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

 So be cautious.

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

 “What on earth happened in this fishing village?”

Mo Hua muttered.

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

Mo Hua’s brows furrowed even more tightly.

 Don’t fight an unprepared battle.

Mo Hua did not enter the village rashly, 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.

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

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.

Just based on the few words I heard from Huangshan Jun, it is a bit ridiculous to think that I can despise the evil **** and kill everyone.

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.

"Strange…"

There is no strange atmosphere shrouded in blood mist last night.

 The evil **** should still be scary.

 This is a poor but ordinary fishing village.

Until he exited the fishing village and stepped onto the soil outside the village, Mo Hua looked intently again and found that the blood mist in front of him had subsided.

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

 It means to work hard and live with all your strength.

 The life of a fisherman is really hard.

Yu Xiu is also a casual cultivator, and no matter where he goes, the life of a casual cultivator is always the same.

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.

　　I will stay at the entrance of the village, so I don't have to worry about not being able to wait for him.

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

 “Something is tempting me…”

  Is there any “relic” of the evil god? What level of divine skeleton is it?

 Besides living, I have no mind to think about anything else.

 It is not yet possible to make a living, let alone immortality.

 Ink painting feels slightly sour.

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

 “Where did the dragon that crossed 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 in the fishing village again.

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

 So lunch is more formal than in the morning.

 Although the food is not good, the aroma wafts from every house and it still smells 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 older fisherman who he helped draw the formation that day and wanted to invite him home as a guest.

This 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, so food is the biggest thing.

 You can just ask some things yourself.

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.

 with him draped into the grove that day when they were beating him, he did not show up.  Later they intercepted him halfway. Although he showed his head, his face was covered.

 So the dragon crossing the river does not know itself.

He was very square, and came to the small fishing village to eat and drink. Even if Jianglong saw it, it was unlikely to doubt that his little monk was following him.

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

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

The fishermen along the road saw him and saw that he was generous and generous, so they had no doubts.

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

Just like that, 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 be passing by. He was startled at first, then happy, and he greeted him 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, Yu Xiu 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 speaking, he immediately said to his family:

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

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

They, the fishing cultivators, are from humble backgrounds and have limited spiritual roots. Basically, no children can join the big sects.

 There is no one who can become a formation 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 ink paintings that day.

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

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

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

 It just doesn't contain much aura.

These are actually the lowest spirit fish, relatively cheap, and used by bottom 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 can resist hunger.

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

 But these fishermen 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 chatting that the surname of this family member is Yu, which is also the most common surname in this small fishing village.

 The elderly fisherman, known as "Lao Yutou", was in the early stage 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.

He married in Dahe 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 out of curiosity, “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. "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, "Sir, do you have to make all your fishing nets yourself?"

Lao Yutou shook his head and said: "There are also weapon refiners 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 are poor fishermen and cultivators. We need to use spiritual stones in many places. We can save one..."

After speaking, Old Yutou laughed at himself and said, "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 trying to comfort 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.

"Hmm." 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 a man dies, the house becomes empty.”

Mo Hua’s eyes darkened slightly.

 Lao Yu smacked his head, smacked his lips, shook his head and said:

“It’s not a good job to make a living as a fisherman. If the wind and waves are big, people will die. If the wind and waves are not big, people will still die.”

“At the beginning of 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 was 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 cases where the wife is a widow for several months. There were strong winds and waves, making it impossible to fish, and some people starved to death at home; some fishermen felt that it was too hard to live on, 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 left empty every year…”

 Lao Yutou took a puff of cigarette, his mood showed no fluctuation, and he was obviously a little numb.

“If the storm is not big, will people die?” Mo Hua asked again.

Old Yutou coughed slightly and sighed, "If the wind and waves are not big, there will be more skilled fishermen and there will be more fish to catch. When there are more fish, the price will naturally be lower, and it will not be bigger than the wind and waves." How much more money can you make in time..."

 “Still as poor.”

"And the family that runs the restaurant above will come to lower the price. The price is very low. If you agree, it's fine. If you don't agree, you will inevitably get a beating." "Those who are unlucky will be beaten to death directly. The other side doesn’t admit it either.”

“After all, we still sell fish. Sometimes people are so poor that they are crazy, and there are also those who sell their sons and daughters..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Does Daotingsi not care?"

 Lao Yu shook his head, with some bitterness on his face:

“Little brother, you don’t understand, monks like us who don’t live in the fairy city and live abroad don’t have ‘cultivation status’.”

"Undocumented monks, the management of Daotingsi is very loose. No one knows if a few of them have disappeared or died."

"Even…"

 Lao Yutou's eyes were a little indifferent, "The whole village is dead, and it may take several months for Daotingsi to know..."

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

 “Has anything like this happened before?”

 Lao Yutou was startled, "What's the matter?"

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

 Lao Yutou sneered, "That's all I'm saying, you kid, don't take it seriously..."

"oh."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

But then Mo Hua was a little confused, "Lingyu... must be quite expensive, why is the fisherman still so poor?"

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

Old Yutou waved his hand and said: "That is sold by a nearby family. If you send a spiritual fish to the dining room, you can earn more than ten spiritual stones, or hundreds of spiritual stones."

“But here, for a first-grade spiritual fish, you only earn one point of spiritual stone, but for a second-grade spiritual fish, you only earn one spiritual stone…”

 Lao Yutou sighed.

 “Can’t you sell it yourself?”

Lao Yutou shook his head, "How can it be so simple? One or two pieces are okay, hundreds or thousands. If you don't sell them early, they will be lost..."

“Besides, there are several large and small families in this area who have already discussed it together. They decide when the harvest will be completed and what the price will be.”

 “How can we decide?”

“Once you think of other means to earn more spiritual stones, you will be secretly retaliated against…”

 After Lao Yutou finished speaking, he looked at the ink painting and said seriously:

“So little brother, you must practice well in your sect. When your cultivation is high in the future, no one will dare to bully you.”

Mo Hua looked at Old Yutou with a complicated mood.

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

 It’s people like you who are being bullied...

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

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

Mo Hua had to wait for the dragon crossing the river in the fishing village anyway, so he didn’t leave at all. Instead, he sat in the yard and chatted with Lao Yutou.

 Lao Yutou has lived a lifetime and has seen many ups and downs.

 “Nowadays, although the life is a bit bitter, it is not bad at all. At least the family is together and still has food to eat...”

"In the past, when the Yanshui River was overflowing and there were violent storms every day, it would have been a bad life for people..."

 “Oh oh.” Mo Hua listened carefully.

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

The person in front of him is of middle age, well-dressed, probably in the early stages of foundation building, and walks with his head held high. He seems to be a family monk.

He was followed by six people, one at the early stage of foundation building and five at the ninth level of Qi refining. They were quite big.

 The monk went straight into Lao Yutou's house.

Upon seeing this, Lao Yutou immediately stepped forward with an apologetic smile and bowed even lower, saying, "Manager Wang, I'm sorry to bother you."

The family monk who was called the king's steward had his hands behind his back and his head raised, as if he didn't bother to talk to Lao Yutou.

 A person next to me asked: “Where is the fish?”

 Lao Yutou nodded, "Here he is, he is here."

He returned to the house, bent down and took out a fish basket made of coarse hemp, and fished out a forearm-long, golden-colored carp with shiny skin and lotus-like scales.

Steward Wang glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction.

Someone next to him laughed and said: "Old Yutou, that's right. At such an old age, you can still catch this 'Golden Lotus Three-color Carp'..."

 Lao Yutou smiled with wrinkles on his face, "I'm lucky. I worked hard and braved strong winds and waves to catch such a fish."

Steward Wang also nodded and said: "Yes, with this fish, the young master will not lose face by inviting people from aristocratic families to this dinner."

 The servants of the Wang family took the fish basket from the old man Yu's hand and walked out with it.

 Lao Yutou looked at this precious three-color carp reluctantly, which he had gambled his life for, and felt somewhat reluctant to part with it.

Steward Wang turned to leave, and others followed.

 Lao Yutou's expression changed slightly, but he still smiled and said in a low voice: "Guanshi Wang, this spiritual stone..."

Steward 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? I, the Wang family, a third-grade family, can't survive without your spiritual stone?"

 Lao Yutou gritted his teeth and said, "Eight thousand spiritual stones are not a decimal number. I..."

Steward 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 spirit stones can't be delayed..."

Butler Wang's face darkened, and he said in a contemptuous tone: "My Wang family can't afford a mere eight thousand spiritual stones?"

 “It’s up to those who give it,” Lao Yutou said.

 “After three days, you can go to Wang’s house to get it yourself.”

 They still say the same thing.

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 spiritual stone and I will give you the fish.”

 Steward Wang frowned, a little impatient.

 “Damn it, you don’t know how to show appreciation!” A big man behind Manager Wang rushed forward and slapped Lao Yutou on the face.

 Lao Yutou did not dare to resist. A **** finger mark was slapped on his face, and there was blood at the corner 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 glimmer of light in his eyes, as if this fish basket was his only hope for living in this life.

Steward Wang spat, "Damn it, old man, it's not like I won't give you spiritual stones, so I'm just picking and searching..."

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

 The Wang family member started to draw his sword.

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 his hand is intact.

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

 “Bang!”

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

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

 “Where did a bunch of **** come from that dared to rob my master’s 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 look. He was not a real **** and would definitely not be able to learn from him, so he handed over his hand and said:

“I don’t know which family you belong to, sir?”

Mo Hua thought for a while and said confidently:

 “Care for the family!”

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

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

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

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

But Manager Wang suddenly sneered, "You can't tell a reliable lie. I said it was the Gu family of Qingzhou City, so you think you are the Gu family of Qingzhou City?"

“Young people from aristocratic families are all surrounded by people from behind. How can you go out alone like you?”

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

 Steward Wang’s eyes darkened.

Mo Hua didn't talk nonsense to 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 by force, no need to explain.

 Manager Wang is a little unsure.

 The origin of this little devil 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?

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

 “I dare you to 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 is the seniority arranged in the Gu family?

 When using the character "长", does it mean that he is of the same generation as Uncle Gu? From now on, I have to call Uncle Gu and Brother Gu?

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

 Ink painting is a bit confusing.

But at such a moment of doubt, Manager Wang judged that Mo Hua was lying. He was not named Gu at all, and he was not necessarily a member of the aristocratic family.

 “This little liar! How audacious! Get him!”

Steward Wang said sternly.

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

Mo Hua sighed.

The experience of playing the arrogant family is still a bit lack of experience. How can there be reason to make sense?

 Just do it...

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.

 Steward 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, casting 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.

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

 What a powerful spell!

 It’s spiritual practice!

Butler Wang's pupils shrank, and he was about to rush forward and restrain the spiritual practice of ink painting at close range, but in a blink of an eye, he found that he was firmly rooted to the spot.

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

 An endless stream of spells are coming.

Steward Wang’s scalp felt numb, and he collapsed naturally not long after.

At this point, several monks from the Wang family were knocked down with ink-painted spells, as if they were chopping melons and vegetables.

Mo Hua nodded.

He is now a disciple of the authentic sect. He has learned the Taoism of Taixu Sect, and has integrated hundreds of magic arts from various sin cultivators.

 His heritage is not on the same level as these bullying small family monks.

 Lao Yutou on the side just came back to his senses and looked at the Wang family monks scattered all around. He couldn't help but be stunned.

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

So many Wang family monks were all seriously injured and fell to the ground in just a moment, unable to even make Mo Hua move.

 (End of this chapter)