Chapter 685 Entering a Dream

Mo Hua didn't kill anyone, and the spells he used were all low-end spells, which were not fatal. Therefore, although the Wang family monks looked miserable, they were still breathing.

In a dilapidated courtyard.

The monks from the Wang family fell to the ground one after another, wailing incessantly, and their previous domineering expressions were gone. They did not even dare to look up at the ink paintings.

Mo Hua snorted coldly and said arrogantly:

"I am in a good mood today. I will spare your life. Next time you let me see you, I will use magic to cut off your hands and feet, and throw you into the river to feed the bastard!"

Mo Hua looked dandy and arrogant. The monks from the Wang family were intimidated by Mo Hua's power and did not dare to say anything.

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Old Yutou coldly, his eyes were unruly, and his voice was raised a bit:

"Lao Yutou, I have taken a liking to this fish!"

"From now on, all the fish will be kept by me. If you let me know that you sold 'my fish' to others..."

Mo Hua's little face smiled evilly, "...Then don't even think about having a good life in the future!"

Old Yutou was stunned for a long time, then turned his head, and quickly acted like he was scared, "Yes, yes, young master! I don't dare to do it anymore, Old Yutou. Please don't kill me. I am a member of my family. He still expects me to work hard to make a living..."

Seeing that Lao Yutou was very "aware", Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked at Manager Wang with a straight face and looked at him with contempt, "What? Why don't you get out and stay here to wait for death?"

Manager Wang’s eyes were filled with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Please let me know..."

Mo Hua flicked his fingers, and a golden light shot out of the air, instantly scratching Steward Wang's cheek, bringing out a stream of blood.

Mo Hua had a cold face and deep eyes, "Tell you what? Are you worthy?"

Manager Wang covered his face and sweat broke out on his forehead.

A cold and strange consciousness locked onto him, and Manager Wang could hardly breathe.

He knew that the patience of this "domineering" young master was about to run out.

This golden blade scratched his face, and it will probably hit his head next time.

Manager Wang quickly kowtowed and said:

"Young Master, calm down, calm down! It's because we are ignorant and have offended the Young Master, let's get out now!"

After saying this, he didn't call anyone else, stood up in embarrassment, and ran away like a bereaved dog.

When several other Wang family monks saw this, they also struggled to get up and ran away in disgrace.

The courtyard also became quiet.

After they were far away, Mo Hua went to help Lao Yutou up.

Old Yutou's eyes were wet, he bowed his head to the ink painting, "Thank you so much, young master, thank you so much..."

Mo Hua helped him up and asked:

"Does the Wang family often bully you?"

Old Yutou sighed, "There's no such thing as bullying. Buying and selling by force. I'm used to it..."

"In the past, we used to credit the fish first and then settle the bill."

"After we gave them the fish, if we went to ask for the account again, they would delay it, saying that the family's management was not good and that the spiritual stone could not be recycled..."

"We obviously live in a high-end mansion, eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, and wear silks and satins, but we just can't turn over the spiritual stones of poor people like us..."

"Occasionally, they still default on their debts. They gave the fish but couldn't get the spiritual stone back. Although this kind of thing doesn't happen often..."

Old Yutou's face turned bitter, "But I don't dare to bet..."

"If they default on their debt, all my eight thousand spirit stones... will be wasted. Otherwise, I won't come back..."

"Even if it means dragging it, I can't afford it."

"My two grandsons, whose spiritual roots are not bad, really want to join the sect. At this age, they still need to strengthen their roots and cultivate their talents, recruit people to support their connections, and the sect also needs to cultivate..."

"This will cost a lot of spiritual stones. If you delay it any longer, it will be delayed for a lifetime."

Old Yutou's eyes were numb, "They can only, like me, work as hard-working fishermen for the rest of their lives..."

Mo Hua sighed silently.

"Give me your fish."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said to Lao Yutou.

Old Yu panicked and subconsciously hugged the fish basket tightly.

Mo Hua said helplessly: "I'll give you the spirit stone."

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

The total number of spiritual stones inside is eight thousand.

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

"good……"

"Put it away," Mo Hua reminded, "Don't let anyone see it, and don't let anyone snatch it."

Only then did Lao Yutou suddenly come to his senses. He tied the storage bag tightly around his waist and covered it with ragged linen clothes.

But when he accidentally received a huge sum of money, Lao Yutou was obviously not at ease. He always felt that it was not safe and felt uneasy. After thinking about it, he wrapped a strip of cloth around it and put on a layer of clothes.

Mo Hua found it both funny and poignant.

"I will hire a car later. You carry the fish basket to the car, and I will take the fish away in public, otherwise the Wang family will probably come looking for you."

"Um."

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

It was just that Mo Hua had helped him so much, and he felt a little guilty and wanted to repay him in some way.

It was just that my family was poor, and after much deliberation, I had nothing to repay, so I fished out a few spiritual fish from the fish tank in the corner.

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

Old Yutou put these fish into the three-color carp's fish basket, and then said gratefully:

"This is a silver-scaled white fish. Although it is far less expensive than the golden tricolor carp, the meat is very good and the taste is not bad. It is a gift from me, the old man, to the young master."

"Thank you, Uncle Yu."

Mo Hua smiled.

He then looked into the fish tank curiously and saw that there were several other types of fish in the fish tank, swimming around in different postures.

These fish looked good, but compared with the golden fish he bought and the silver-scaled fish that Old Yu gave him, they seemed a little overshadowed.

Mo Hua nodded, and just as he looked away, he was startled to find that there was a small fish tank next to the big fish tank.

There seemed to be some fish kept separately in the small fish tank.

It was sealed on top, leaving only a slight gap. It was dark inside and nothing could be seen. Only occasionally some red flashed by.

When Old Yu saw Mo Hua saw the small fish tank, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately smiled and said:

"Young Master, the fish have been put into the fish basket."

Mo Hua pointed at the small fish tank and asked:

"What kind of fish are in this tank?"

Old Yu smiled and said: "They are a few red water carps. This kind of fish is afraid of light, so they are kept in the tank with a lid, leaving only a small gap for ventilation."

"Red water carps?"

Mo Hua was slightly startled. He released his spiritual sense and looked through the fish tank. He saw that there were indeed a few fish in the fish tank. The fish's breath was light red. Apart from that, there was indeed no other abnormality.

Mo Hua nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Old Yu went to contact people and asked for a carriage for Mo Hua.

After that, Mo Hua walked in front with his head held high, and Old Yu followed behind with a sad face carrying the fish basket.

It looked like Mo Hua was bullying others and robbing Old Yu of his fish.

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

Old Yutou carried the fish basket onto the carriage, and then, seeing that there was no one around, he bowed to Mo Hua respectfully.

"Young Master, you are so kind..."

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Go back." Then he sat in the carriage and went to the border of Ganxuezhou.

Guojianglong disappeared after entering the small fishing village, and he did not show up again, but Mo Hua did not have time to continue watching him.

He had to go back, because the two-day break was over and he had to go to class tomorrow.

The priorities still had to be distinguished.

During this period of time, the cultivation of the sect was still important.

However, even though he lost him, Guojianglong still brought him to his hiding place.

Fishing requires patience.

Forget it this time, I will catch his tail next time I have a break.

The carriage went farther and farther away, and the river beside the road was sparkling, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful, gradually covering up the poor fishing village completely.

But the scenes of poverty in the small fishing village and the bitter and numb words of Old Yu still lingered in Mo Hua's heart.

Mo Hua's mood was a bit complicated.

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

Perhaps this is...

The "soil" of the evil god...

...

The carriage traveled all the way to Qingzhou City.

Mo Hua planned to give this golden lotus tricolor carp to Aunt Wan.

Aunt Wan usually took care of herself, treated herself to a lot of food and drinks, and gave her things.

Mo Hua felt that she should reciprocate.

This journey seemed peaceful, but Mo Hua found that there were many cultivators in the dark, staring at her.

Mo Hua's spiritual sense swept slightly and knew that they were from the Wang family.

Mo Hua pretended not to notice them, but took the carriage and entered the gate of the Gu family openly.

Now these lackeys should know that they really have the Gu family as their "backer" and are an existence they can't afford to offend.

When Wen Renwan arrived at Gu's house, she was overjoyed to hear that Mo Hua had bought a fresh golden lotus tricolor carp for her. After seeing it with her own eyes, she was even more surprised to see that the fish was golden all over, changing layer by layer, and its scales were like lotus.

Although the Gu family was a noble family and the meals were good on weekdays, it was not often possible to get such rare and fresh food.

Even if it could be obtained, it would take a lot of effort.

Wen Renwan immediately asked someone to stew the tricolor carp for Mo Hua and Yu'er.

The fish meat was delicious and the soup was as mellow as gold. Mo Hua enjoyed it very much.

In the end, most of the fish went into Mo Hua and Yu'er's stomachs.

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

The next day was still class and practice.

Everything should be normal, but Mo Hua always felt vaguely that something was wrong with his consciousness, he felt tired and sometimes distracted.

Mo Hua meditated and looked inside himself, but his consciousness was empty and his consciousness was full, nothing was wrong.

Mo Hua was puzzled and thought that he was tired because of running around too much.

At night, the disciple was in the middle.

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

Then Mo Hua wanted Gu Changhuai to send someone to keep an eye on it, but it was best not to enter the village, just keep an eye on it from a distance, so as not to alert the enemy.

Gu Changhuai agreed.

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

It was almost midnight, and Mo Hua closed the formation book. Just when he was about to enter the sea of ​​consciousness and practice the formations he had just learned on the Dao stele, he suddenly felt sleepy and extremely sleepy.

A hazy but strong feeling of sleepiness came over him.

Mo Hua's eyelids felt as heavy as lead stone. Gradually, he closed his eyes, lay on the desk, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Hua had a rare dream.

There was a fog in the dream, and after the fog dissipated, there was a sparkling river again.

Mo Hua found that he had grown up, with a slender and strong figure. He was wearing coarse clothes and his exposed arms were bronzed by the sun.

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

It seems like I have become...

A fisherman who makes a living by fishing?

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

Soon, he finished catching fish, and someone told him in his ear, "You are not young anymore. It's time to start a family. Life is so hard, so you should always have someone to help you..."

Mo Hua felt a little reluctant.

But in the blink of an eye, the clouds filled the air.

Mo Hua found that he had finished worshiping, and there was a woman standing opposite, wearing a red hijab, which felt familiar yet strange.

The bride?

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then lifted his hijab and discovered that the bride was actually his little senior sister!

The little senior sister had a calm expression and her cheeks were as red as the bright morning glow in the sky.

Mo Hua couldn't help but smile stupidly.

But before he finished laughing, he found himself dead.

Died while fishing on the river.

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

The young senior sister, who had always been cold and cold, hugged his body and burst into tears.

Before Mo Hua had time to feel sad, he found that he was alive again.

This time, the little senior sister and my childhood sweetheart met.

The young master of the Wang family fell in love with the beautiful little senior sister and wanted to snatch her away.

I got angry and beat up all the monks in the Wang family, but when I beat the younger ones, I couldn't beat the older ones, so I had to run away with my little senior sister.

It was a stormy night.

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

But in the end, he still couldn't escape the pursuit and was forced into a desperate situation. In despair, he embraced his little senior sister and drowned himself in the river...

Then the scene changed, and suddenly it was another life.

He and his little senior sister already have a child, but life is very hard, and the little senior sister's fair and beautiful face is already a little haggard.

She kept criticizing herself and complaining that she was poor so that she could earn more spiritual stones to support her family.

But despite complaining, she still sewed clothes for herself and cooked for her children, never leaving.

In the end there were heavy winds and heavy rain, making it impossible to fish.

The whole family was starving to death.

Before she died, the little senior sister lay beside her, holding her hand tightly, her eyes filled with both misery and tenderness...

Mo Hua felt a sharp pain in his heart, so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Suddenly, it seemed like someone was murmuring a prayer in my ear:

"My life is too miserable and I can't live any longer..."

"Save us..."

"Please..."

"Please..."

"The one in charge of the Yanshui River...the Lord River God..."

River "god"? !

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

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

"You dare to enter my dream?"

The spiritual consciousness of the ink painting instantly sinks into the sea of ​​consciousness and meditates quietly.

At the same time, streaks of pale golden blood emerged from the body and converged in the eyes.

Mo Hua's eyes glowed with a sacred and majestic golden light.

Under God's "sight", the empty sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became a little clearer.

Mo Hua's eyes were filled with golden light, and he stared at it, only to find that in the corner of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, at some point, there were small, bloody red fish.

There was also a blood-colored fish demon with sharp teeth, sharp mouth, ferocious eyes, fins that turned into feet, and a blood-colored fish demon that walked upright.

When the fish demon saw the ink painting, his eyes were fierce and he laughed wildly.

He was half-ridiculous, but he noticed the rich golden light on Mo Hua's body, and couldn't help but look horrified.

The ink painting showed no expression. He just stretched out his hand and pinched its neck. With a little force, golden light flashed between his palms, and he crushed the bloody fish demon to death.

After the fish demon died, it turned into a pool of bloody river water that smelled like fish.

From the ink paintings, one can sense a hint of the aura of the evil gods.

It's like the consciousness after being assimilated by the evil god.

It's just that there is no divine marrow, and the amount of spiritual consciousness itself is too small, so it can't be eaten at all.

With a finger of Mo Hua's hand, he formed an earth fire formation to incinerate all the blood-colored river water and some remaining small blood-colored fish without leaving any trace.

After clearing away the evil spirits, Mo Hua exited the sea of ​​consciousness.

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

Is this...the evil god's method?

When exactly was he recruited?