Asking about longevity

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.

There was a teenage boy in the Qi Refining Realm beside him. He picked up a small fish on the ground. Hearing 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 fisherman was startled.

That Qi Refining Realm Xiao Yu cultivated:

"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 rich clan. He looked down and down, just like a bitch. He no longer had the prestige before..."

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

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

"The family has lasted for thousands of years, and its children are all among the best. It is a blessing for him, Zhu San'er, to study in the same school as these proud men."

"If you don't learn, you can't be effective. He learned from the disciples of the aristocratic family. It's right..."

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

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

"Little kid, hurry up and leave. With your small body, if you are dragged into the water by the water demon, your life may not be saved."

Mo Hua was very concerned about what happened before and asked:

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

The elder fisherman nodded.

"Whose son is he from?"

The elder Yuxiu shook his head and said: "How do I know? It's just a young master from a nearby family. I don't know whether it's a big family or a small family..."

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

Another foundation-building fish cultivator curled his lips and said, "What else can I do? Just have fun."

"Playing?" Mo Hua was startled.

"It's Rouge Zhou..."

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

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

"Rouge Boat?"

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 less he said, the more curious Mo Hua became.

But no matter how Mo Hua asked, the fishing cultivator never said anything again.

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

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

Ink painting is also inconvenient to disturb too much.

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

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.

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?"

Several fishing cultivators were stunned for a moment.

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

"Um!"

Mo Hua nodded.

The elder Yu Xiu looked at Mo Hua with even more astonishment, and then said with some embarrassment: "We... don't have any spiritual stones here."

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

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

"I am an ordinary formation master, an ordinary formation master..."

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

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

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

The two fishing cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm were also extremely grateful and thanked Mo Hua one after another.

"Thank you so much, little brother. If you don't mind, you can come home with us later and I'll stew some fresh spirit fish for you to try."

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

Fresh fish!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he 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.

He took out the ink painting and looked at it. He saw a letter from Hao Xuan on it. He cheered up and said goodbye immediately:

"Uncle, the fish I caught is hooked, I'm leaving first!"

After saying that, Mo Hua's figure was like water, wrapped in a faint blue light, with wind blowing under his feet, and he was gone in the blink of an eye.

The fishing cultivators were startled and exclaimed in their hearts:

Such superb 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 Mo Hua:

"There was movement in the water just now."

He showed the formation disk to Mo Hua. Mo Hua took a quick look and knew it well.

There was indeed a monk just now, swimming near the water pattern formation. The surging spiritual power touched the formation, leaving 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 not only practice water-based exercises but also be proficient in water properties. He is probably the "dragon crossing the river".

But 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 geniuses. He also lacks experience in Taoism and is not smart enough when encountering problems...

Therefore, when working 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 monsters in the mountains. Monster hunters usually have fixed mountain roads when they go up the mountain."

"Similarly, there are many dangerous water monsters in the water. The dragon crossing the river should also have a fixed 'water path' when it swims in the water..."

"The Dragon Crossing the River swam here, which means 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 for him, what happens next?"

Mo Hua thought of Gu Changhuai's reminder, "Trapped him with a formation, captured him on the shore, and captured him again 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's 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 fisherman just now.

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

But Mo Hua still gave 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 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. With some tricks, it is not easy to be noticed by people when it is thrown into the water.

Fishing nets are also a spiritual weapon.

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

After taking it apart, 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 the formation inside it.

Ink painting first drew a first-grade concealment formation.

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

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

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

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

Then, just to be on the safe side, Mo 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 said, "Everything is done in advance, and everything in advance will be ruined."

After being prepared, Mo Hua asked Cheng Mo and others to work together to spread the fishing net in the water and block the waterway that the "dragon crossing the river" must pass through.

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

"Don't stop after pulling 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 woods. He nodded, took out the formation plate from his arms and buried it underground.

Cheng Mo opened his mouth and said 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 thorough the methods, the better. Naturally, the more formations, the better."

"Oh..." Cheng Mo, who was always used to being "reckless", nodded in understanding.

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 contrary, it was Hao Xuan who 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 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 plates or formation flags. In the blink of an eye, there was a formation on the ground."

"Those men in black, come and kill one of them, come and kill a pair in a group..."

"Why are you... still burying the formation disk slowly?"

Cheng Mo and others looked at Mo Hua 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 the corners of his eyes were bleeding, as if he really couldn't see clearly...

If Mo Hua squatted on the ground and buried the formation...

It was so dark, I was nervous, and I was far away, so it was normal that I didn't see him.

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 didn't doubt him, and they couldn't possibly know the formation better than Mo Hua...

After setting up the formation, Mo Hua talked about 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 unraveling, 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 all 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 easily detected.

So they stood ready and were just waiting.

Only Mo Hua was watching the movement in the water with his spiritual consciousness.

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

Among 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!"

After Cheng Mo and others believed this, they immediately mobilized all their strength and suddenly closed the fishing net.

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 sharply closed.

The originally leisurely "big white fish" 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 struggled, he couldn't break free.

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

But when he was struggling, the barbs on the fishing net had already penetrated 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 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 came ashore, he yelled, "Why are you plotting against me!"

Mo Hua waved his hand without talking nonsense to him.

Cheng Mo and others understood, and followed their 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 it leaves the shore and enters the grove, the dragon crossing the river loses the "river" and is no longer a "dragon", but just a "worm".

The Dragon Crossing the River obviously knew this too.

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

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

"What the hell kind of network is this!"

The dragon crossing the river cursed secretly, and then used its 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 gap, trying to get rid of the shackles of the fishing net.

Just halfway through the drill, 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?"

He shrunk, and like running water, he broke free from the water prison technique.

But after a moment's delay, Cheng Mo and the others realized something was wrong. They turned the fishing net over 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 a 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 hid in the dark, his eyes slightly bright, lighting up the formation with his spiritual consciousness.

The second-grade burial array is activated.

Gray light circulates on the ground, and the land is sunken, like a funeral coffin, swallowing the dragon crossing the river into the earth.

Earth overcomes water.

The water vapor on the dragon crossing the river was gradually consumed by the burial formation, and the water spiritual power in the body was also 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 hell are you?!"

"Is he Daotingsi's lackey?"

"Still a friend on the road?"

"Who set up the formation and plotted it?!"

Dragon Crossing the River cursed while struggling, and 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 two axes, Situ Jian raised his Lihuo sword, and Yang Qianjun held his 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 unimpressive swordsmanship was of no use and he was better off using a stick.

The four people began to besiege the dragon crossing the river.

Crossing the River Dragon 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?

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

impossible!

Crossing the River Dragon'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?

Did he design to trap him to kill him for Dao Tingsi's reward, the sect's meritorious service, or to seek revenge, or...

Know my secret?

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 the prosperous River Crossing Dragon buries in the water and makes waves, they will definitely not be their opponents.

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 beware of him escaping.

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

Sure enough, within half an hour, Hao Xuan dodged and broke the right hand of Guojiang Dragon.

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 Guojianglong's left leg with a gun. Situ Jian raised the Lihuo sword and pierced Guojianglong'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 large 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 was subdued.

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

Mo Hua also nodded, just about to show up and let Dragon Crossing the River experience the taste of 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 off the tree, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he immediately reminded him crisply:

"Cheng Mo, be careful!"

Cheng Mo was startled when he heard this, 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 in the distance burst through the air instantly and struck Cheng Mo's axe.

The golden light is bright and the sword energy is clear.

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 stood still, shocked and angry, and cursed:

"Sneak attack, which bastard?!"

"Keep your mouth clean!"

A young but gloomy voice came from the distance.

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

"A bunch of little bastards, dare to snatch my master's 'prey'?"