The word "pretend" is a bit redundant...

Mo Hua cursed in his heart.

But he didn't say it out loud, fearing that Uncle Gu would be petty and vengeful.

"Uncle Gu, it's up to you." Mo Hua encouraged.

Hua Ruyu's side depends on Uncle Gu's blind date to find clues.

Gu Changhuai only replied with a faint "hmm".

Then the chat ends.

Mo Hua put some snacks on them, but didn't put them down completely.

"Yujia Water Village, small fishing village..."

Mo Hua felt that he still had to see it in person.

A few days later, at the end of the holiday, Mo Hua drove away from Taixumen alone, along the Yanshui River, passing through several fairy cities, purchased some things, and then came to the small fishing village.

The small fishing village was safe and sound.

Old Yutou was overjoyed when he saw the ink paintings.

In his eyes, ink painting is a real "honored guest".

Seeing that there were other fishing cultivators around, it was not the time to speak, so Mo Hua said:

"Can I go and pay homage to that..." Mo Hua pointed towards the back of the village, "Can I pay homage to that little immortal?"

Old Yutou happily said: "Of course, of course, I hope that little immortal can also bless my benefactor with blessings like the East Sea, and a boundless road."

I bless myself...

The mood of ink painting is a bit subtle.

When he arrived at Houcun, Mo Hua placed some fruits and other things on the table, and then pretended to bow to his statue.

It was still morning at this time, and the fisherman was busy with his livelihood. Lao Yutou did not follow him, and there was no one else around.

Mo Hua then whispered: "Come out."

After a while, a bright white silver fish swam out from behind the majestic little immortal statue, nodding and bowing to the ink painting.

"I've met my benefactor."

"You are too thin. I brought you some food to replenish your body." Mo Hua pointed to the spirit melon and spirit fruit on the altar.

He had always fed Huangshan Jun before.

But Mr. Huangshan lives far away and in a bit of a remote area, so he doesn't always have time to go there.

At this time, I happened to drop by to feed the small whitebait.

No matter how miserable Huangshan Jun is, he still has a human form. If he doesn't feed this little whitebait, he may become too thin to look like a fish.

The little whitebait was even more grateful for the ink painting.

It can barely be regarded as a god in two lifetimes, and no one has ever been so kind to it.

The little whitebait gnawed on the fruit with its small mouth.

Mo Hua then asked: "Little Silver Fish, do you know the origin of this small fishing village?"

Little Silver Fish shook his head and said: "I even forgot to report back to my benefactor..."

After saying that, it started to eat the sweet offerings again.

Come on, I’m a foodie and a bit unreliable...

Ink painting is helpless.

I can only ask Lao Yutou.

When it was time for dinner, Mo Hua had another meal at Old Yutou's house.

But this time he brought some spiritual flesh with him.

Although it is not very expensive, for poor monks like Lao Yutou and his family who make a living by fishing and hunting, these are things that they may not be able to eat during the holidays.

Old Yutou felt grateful and guilty at the same time.

"It cost my benefactor..."

"It's okay." Mo Hua said, "I didn't spend many spiritual stones."

The main reason is that he is now in the sect and can exchange for food and clothing with meritorious deeds.

After leaving the sect, there was still a big family like the Gu family for food and drink, so I didn't have many places to use spirit stones, and I also saved a lot of money.

Lao Yutou and Yu Dachuan kept toasting to Mo Hua.

Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi happily ate the spiritual meat.

They can only count the few pieces of meat they can eat in their mouths all year round.

After eating, Yu Dachuan went down to the river again.

Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi were lying in the shade in the yard and taking a nap.

Old Yutou made a pot of good tea for Mo Hua.

Although the tea is not very good, it is still the best tea they can produce at home.

Mo Hua then lowered his voice and asked: "Old man, do you know about the Yu family's water village?"

When Lao Yutou heard this, he immediately looked frightened and turned pale:

"I heard that just on the Yanshui River, a person from a village died cleanly, and half of the river was dyed red with blood..."

Mo Hua then considered it and said: "The surname of Yu's water village is Yu, and your surname is also Yu..."

"Yes," Lao Yutou sighed without doubting his presence, "Speaking of it, we are somewhat related. Two generations ago, we may be considered people of the Yu family's water village and also live in the village...

"

As expected, Mo Hua thought, and then looked curious, "Then, why do you live in this small fishing village?"

"Speaking of which, I feel a little ashamed," Old Yutou sighed. "It is said that my grandfather's generation had bad conduct, was lazy in food, and was kicked out of the village, leaving him to fend for himself. Now that I think about it, it was actually a blessing in disguise..."

Old Yutou was a little scared, "Otherwise, our big family would probably be like the people in the village, and we would all die in the village at the hands of someone unknown."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Being kicked out...

I'm afraid this matter is not that simple.

"How much do you know about the village?" Mo Hua asked again.

Old Yutou thought for a while and shook his head, "We have stopped interacting with each other a long time ago. Once the blood connection between our ancestors is separated, it will be severed. If you don't tell me, I won't even mention it."

"We are all poor people, and life is not easy. How can we ask about these sesame seeds and rotten millet..."

The old man sighed with an expression on his face.

Mo Hua also sighed slightly.

It seems that the old man doesn't know much.

After that, the two continued to drink tea.

Mo Hua was thinking to himself, wondering if there were any clues he had missed that could help him uncover Shui Yanluo's purpose and the truth about the Yu family's water village...

I just turned over and over again, but I didn't have any good clues.

Just at this time, as soon as the breeze passed by, Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi in the yard couldn't help but turn over.

The spiritual power in the two children's bodies circulated and their breaths came out.

Mo Hua looked at them and was suddenly startled.

He had noticed before that the cultivation of these two children was improving very quickly, but now it seemed that their cultivation was improving faster than he thought.

Moreover, the breath is somewhat special...

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
Chapter completed!