Mo Hua asked in a low voice: "Walking around in the sky...what kind of flowers are you doing?"

Just as the shopkeeper was about to speak, he looked up and saw a white, tender and delicate ink painting, and shook his head and said:

"It's not a good thing. It's not suitable for children. You are a good boy. Don't get involved in those messy things."

"Oh." Mo Hua was a little unhappy and asked, "Then... how did Mr. Ye die?"

"How else could he die?" the shopkeeper curled his lips, "I heard that the ship sank, and all six people in the ship drowned and were chewed beyond recognition by the water monsters in the water..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, but his thoughts were clear.

"Everything was fine, why did the ship suddenly sink?" Mo Hua asked doubtfully.

The store aunt hesitated for a moment, looked around, and then said in a low voice:

"It can't be that simple. The circles of young masters from these aristocratic families are so chaotic..."

"This Young Master Ye is a dandy. He usually behaves in an unruly manner and is extravagant and lewd. This time I heard that he was jealous of other young masters and was hated by others. Someone secretly hired someone to sink his ship and sink a whole ship.

All the people drowned.”

The shopkeeper said nonchalantly.

"Who did he offend?" Mo Hua asked.

The store aunt shook her head, "Who knows."

"The Ye family didn't pursue it either?"

"They don't dare," the shop owner said. "The Ye family is quite famous in Yanshui City, but in the entire Qianxue world, it's nothing. That young master of the Ye family can still be considered a prominent figure around Yanshui City."

'Young Master', but compared with other noble families, those dragon-like young masters who are like gods but never come to an end, I am afraid they are not even as good as their followers..."

Hearing this, Mo Hua felt a little emotional.

People in the world are divided into high and low and fight against each other.

Those who trample others under their feet will eventually be trampled under their feet by those higher up.

This is exactly what the Ye family is like.

Before he knew it, Mo Hua had finished eating the noodles and couldn't ask for anything more, so he paid the bill and gave him two more spiritual stones.

The shopkeeper couldn't resist, so she enthusiastically sent the ink painting and left, saying a lot of good things.

After leaving, Mo Hua wandered around again and found an inn to stay at.

During this period, I also inquired about some information, but it was of little use, and many of them were obviously rumors and could not be taken seriously.

Early the next morning, after Mo Hua finished eating a few big buns, he hired a car and left Yanshui City.

There were only two days left during the ten-day break, and the time was limited. He couldn't afford to delay, so he had to go back to the sect first.

But before returning to the clan, Mo Hua thought about visiting a small fishing village along the way.

Ever since he experienced the bloody fishing village incident, demolished the river temple, killed the corrupted river god, and swallowed an incarnation of the evil god, Mo Hua has never been to the small fishing village again, and he doesn't know what's going on in the village now.

It was morning and the sun was shining brightly.

The Yanshui River is sparkling, the grass is green, and the river gurgling into the distance, like an emerald silk ribbon.

The scenery is beautiful, but when I look at the ink paintings, I don't know why, but I feel uneasy in my heart.

It seems that there is invisible dirt hidden in this beautiful river.

About an hour later, Mo Hua arrived at the small fishing village.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, many fishermen greeted him, "Hello, young master!"

"The young master is here!"

"Long time no see..."

Mo Hua also smiled and greeted them.

After a while, Old Yutou also came over. When he saw Mo Hua, he thanked him profusely and kept calling his benefactor, saying:

"It's almost noon. If my benefactor doesn't mind, please come to our house and have some fish soup."

Drink fish soup...

The mood of ink painting is a bit complicated.

But he didn't refuse. This time he went to the small fishing village to ask Lao Yutou some questions.

When we arrived at Lao Yutou's house, his house still had the same dilapidated courtyard. Fortunately, the family reunited and it was lively and full of fireworks.

As soon as he entered the door, Old Yutou called his two grandsons, "Xiao Shunzi, Xiao Shuizi, come and kowtow to your benefactor."

Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi were not ambiguous at all. They knelt down and kowtowed twice.

Mo Hua didn't even stop him.

"Don't be so polite..."

Mo Hua said helplessly.

Old Yutou was very stubborn, "You saved the lives of these two children. They have low cultivation level and no ability. They can't repay you much. What's the point of kowtowing twice?"

After the two children kowtowed, they stood up and looked at the ink paintings with their bright eyes.

Mo Hua also looked at them.

The first time Mo Hua met these two children was at the Yanshui River. He and Cheng Mo met them when they were squatting to catch a river dragon.

The children of the poor will become parents early.

Although these two children were young at that time and only had Qi refining skills, they were already very sensible and knew how to help adults.

When the temple was destroyed, the two of them were used as sacrifices and sacrificed to the evil god.

After he was rescued, his breathing was weak and his face was pale.

Now, more than a year later, the two children's vitality has obviously recovered. Their faces are a little tanned, but they look more energetic. They have also practiced the "Bailang Jue" technique given by Mo Hua, and their body's water energy is flowing and their spiritual power is condensed.

My cultivation has also improved a lot.

The progress of their cultivation was much faster than Mo Hua imagined.

Mo Hua was so happy that he took out two small gifts from the storage bag and gave them to them.

It is a pair of jade pendants that can resist water.

This was a gift given to him by an unknown elder of the Gu family during the Chinese New Year.

When Old Yutou saw these two precious jade pendants, he was shocked and quickly declined: "This is absolutely impossible. How can we have the nerve to accept the gift from our benefactor again?"

"It's okay, just take it..." Mo Hua said.

He usually doesn't need it anyway.

Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi scratched their heads and declined: "My dear, we are good at water, so we don't need it..."

Mo Hua warned them: "It is precisely because you are good at water, so you should bring a jade pendant that can repel water, just in case..."

"As the saying goes, you can drown in water. The better the water, the easier it is to become arrogant and lose respect for water."

"And fire and water are merciless."

"A lifetime of ups and downs, but if something goes wrong, your life is at stake, and you won't even have a chance to recover..."

Mo Hua puts it more straightforwardly.

When the two children heard this, they felt awe-inspiring.

Old Yutou glanced at his two precious grandsons, but after all he couldn't refuse. In the end, he could only say: "Come, kowtow to your benefactor two more times."

Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi pretended to bow again, but Mo Hua quickly stopped them, "Okay, okay, that's almost enough..."

Old Yutou stopped being pretentious and started preparing lunch.

Draft by water.

Yuxiu’s lunch mainly consists of fish.

"I caught an emerald scale fish the day before yesterday. The meat is tender and the fish soup is delicious. It is very rare. Normally you don't catch a few fish in a year. Because there are so few of this kind of fish, others don't know about it, so they can't sell it at a high price."

Old Yutou said with a smile on his face, "I also asked why my luck suddenly became so good. It turned out that there was a distinguished guest coming today, and the river god gave me this fish to entertain my benefactor."

He has made a living in the water all his life. No matter what happens, he still likes to hang out with the "River God" when trouble comes.

After a while, Yu Dachuan, who was out fishing, also came back. When he saw Mo Hua, he expressed his gratitude again.

Afterwards, everyone gathered around the table to eat, and Mo Hua was pushed to the top seat.

A bowl of emerald scale fish soup was served. The meat was fresh and tender, the soup was mellow in color and overflowing with aroma.

Mo Hua stared at the fish soup for a long time, and then he felt relieved after confirming that there were no small red fish or other similar evil spirits in it.

After eating some meat and drinking some soup, Lao Yutou and his family toasted to Mo Hua one by one.

The wine is not good wine.

Even fishermen can't afford good wine.
To be continued...