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. 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, with a low eyebrow and a submissive attitude. He was like a bitch, and he no longer had the prestige he once had..."

"Sometimes when the sect is on holiday and he comes back from vacation, he is just like a fool. He doesn't talk for a long time. We go to 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 won't be effective. If he learns from the disciples of aristocratic families, he is 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 boy, hurry up and leave. With your small body, if you are dragged into the water by the water demon, your life may be at risk."

Mo Hua was very concerned about what happened before, so he 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 older fish cultivator 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 anything, the more curious Mo Hua became.

But no matter what Mo Hua asked, the fisherman would never say 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 for their livelihood.

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 a formation master?"

"Um!"

Mo Hua nodded.

The elder Yu Xiu looked at Mo Hua and was even more astonished. Then he 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 mind, then he honestly took out his pen, dipped it in ink, and repaired the crude formations on the fishing nets and fish baskets again.

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

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

The two fish 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 fish for you to try."

The older fisherman pointed to the distance, "It's 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 fishermen 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.

Just now, there were indeed monks swimming near the water pattern formation. The surging 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".

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 "big 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. When monster hunters go up the mountain, they usually have fixed mountain roads."

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

"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 sit here and wait for him..."

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

Mo Hua thought of Gu Changhuai's reminder, "Trapped him with a formation, captured him on the shore, and made no trace of water before arresting him again."

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 after you use them."

But Mo Hua still gave the spirit stone.
To be continued...