Beast Taming Chapter 75: Past Events in Mojia Village

The sea is vast and boundless, without any obstructions. It can broaden people's minds and also buffer and relieve people's pain.

The sea water is of extremely clear blue color. The occasional breeze only creates thousands of extremely fine wrinkles, which makes the golden water surface under the early summer sunlight appear warm and pleasant.

"I have never seen such a beautiful sea!"

Sailing north on a boat, Shi Yan stood at the bow, looking at the sea, feeling the sea breeze, and said comfortably.

Senior Sister Zixuan walked out of the cabin, came to the deck, and asked Shi Yan, "When will we arrive?"

Shi Yan looked around, turned around and replied, "It should be soon."

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Shi Yan continued, "The villagers of Mojia Village fish in the North Sea all year round. They should know a lot more than us, and they are better than us who are blind. Master is really something. He didn't even tell me the exact location."

Mo Zixuan glanced at Shi Yan coldly and explained, "The water of Beichen is inherently fluid, and with the accumulated power of the stars and the ultimate water spirit power, it has a little bit of spirituality. Do you think it will stay in one place and not move?"

Shi Yan nodded, "I really didn't know that the water of Beichen was spiritual. Senior sister, you know more."

Mo Zixuan looked at the vast sky without saying anything.

The vast sky was of extremely bright blue, with only a few gauze-like clouds floating flat in the air.

Shortly after the sunset, the western sky was still burning with an orange sunset glow. The sea was also dyed red by the sunset glow, but it was more spectacular than the sky. Because it was moving, every time a row of waves surged, the sunset glow reflected on the wave crest was red and bright, just like pieces of burning flames, flickering, rolling, and disappearing.

"arrive!"

From afar, in the shallow water ahead, we could see a number of small boats from the Mojia Village returning from fishing.

Shi Yan jumped off the boat, walked on the waves, and rushed towards the small boat.

"Uncle Le, Uncle Feng!"

Mo Le and Mo Feng looked up when they heard the call. It was Shi Yan. They happily greeted him and said, "Boss Shi, why are you here? Come on, come and sit over here. It's windy over there."

Shi Yan smiled and said, "I've been told not to call me Boss Shi anymore. Just call me Xiao Yan."

Mo Feng listened and said, "How can that be possible? You are a great benefactor to our village, and Xiaoxun has often told us that you treat him very well."

"Haha, Xiaoxun is a very well-behaved kid. I like him very much." Shi Yan turned around and shouted to Mo Zixuan on the boat, "Senior Sister, come here quickly. Mo Village is just ahead!"

Mo Zixuan came to the bow, leaped off, and floated over. The white silk fluttered in the sunset, and she was as beautiful and flawless as a fairy descending to earth.

Shi Yan was stunned for a moment and couldn't take his eyes away.

Her hands are as soft as catkins, her skin is as white as solidified fat, her neck is as smooth as a cicada, her teeth are as slender as gourds, she has a delicate forehead and beautiful eyebrows, a charming smile, and small eyes.

"Oh, Boss Shi is here with his wife, that's great, come on shore quickly and let everyone have a look." Mo Le said with a grin, and his dark skin wrinkled when he smiled.

Shi Yan chuckled, "How could that be possible? She is my senior sister."

"Don't bully us because we haven't seen the world. Nowadays, those who succeed are called Taoist couples, and those who fail are called senior and junior sisters!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yan could only cough awkwardly and looked at Mo Zixuan embarrassedly, "Don't mind, they are actually all good people."

"Is Mojia Village just ahead?" Mo Zixuan glanced at them indifferently, looking expressionlessly at the small village shrouded in smoke ahead.

"That's right, Mojia Village is just ahead." Shi Yan nodded.

The wind messed up her hair. Mo Zixuan brushed it and said, "Let's go over and ask. The longer we delay, the more dangerous Mu Xu will be." Her beautiful eyes glanced at Shi Yan, "The more suspicious you are!"

Shi Yan was speechless and could only say goodbye to Mo Le and Mo Feng and come to Mojia Village.

When Mr. Mo saw Shi Yan coming, he quickly came out to greet him, "Boss Shi, why did you come here in person? If you want to pick up the goods, can't you just ask Mo Cheng or Xiao Xun to come directly?"

"Haha, I'm not here to pick up the goods today. I just want to ask something." Shi Yan said with a smile.

"Ask about something?" Old Mo was stunned at first, then he smiled and said, "Well, follow me into the house, and feel free to ask me anything. I have lived for more than sixty years, and although I cannot say that I know everything in the world, I know about nine-tenths of it."

Shi Yan looked at him with contempt. This old man was really good at boasting. He thought he knew 90% of the world. I think he has never even been out of the Zimu Liuhua Territory!

Seeing Shi Yan's eyes, Mo Lao got excited and said, "You think I'm bragging!"

Shi Yanlian said no, this kind of thing can be just thought about in your mind, how can you say it in front of others?

Old Mo pounded his cane hard, turned around, pointed at Shi Yan and said loudly: "I have been alive for more than sixty years and have never lied to anyone. My ancestors can testify to this!"

When he spoke of the Great Khan, he said this again.

"Okay, I believe you. Please don't say that. Being your ancestor is really tiring. No matter what, you have to come to testify for you..." Shi Yan curled his lips helplessly. Seeing that Mo Lao was about to explode, he quickly changed the subject and said to Mo Lao, "We have something urgent to do today, so we won't argue with you. I want to ask, has anyone been to Mo Village in the extreme north of Qianshui?"

Mo Lao snorted, "How could you not have been to the Far North? There is an ancestral precept in Mojia Village that when all the villagers of Mojia Village come of age, they must go to the Far North to worship their ancestors."

"Go to the Far North to worship our ancestors?" Shi Yan asked curiously, "Why do we have to go to the Far North?"

Old Mo sighed, "We in Mo Village didn't originally live in this place. We migrated here from far away."

It was the first time that Shi Yan saw such an expression on Mo Lao's face. In his mind, Mo Lao was simply a black-bellied, rogue, greedy, liar, and shameless old man.

"That was about eight hundred years ago. My clan was a big clan in the far north, but since that day, my clan has never recovered. On that day, the purple flame dyed the sky red. The ice and snow melted, and the glaciers shattered. The six-headed black dragon and the purple sky fire collided fiercely in the sky. Half of my people died in their fierce collision, and the rest were almost all injured." Old Mo narrated the history passed down by his ancestors in a calm manner, "After that, the place where my clan lived could not survive, so we moved here, but we didn't expect that misfortune would follow."

"Every hundred years, a child with black scales all over his body will appear in the tribe. The child cannot speak human language and can only make hissing sounds. Our ancestors said that this was because our ancestors blamed us for leaving them in the Far North. So, four hundred years ago, every child in my Mojia Village would go to the Far North to worship their ancestors when they reached adulthood. After death, they would also be buried in the mausoleum in the Far North." Old Mo sighed, "The reputation of our Mojia Village as the Village of Doom was actually caused by the child with black scales."

"After worshiping the ancestors, will the black-scaled child appear again?" Mo Zixuan suddenly asked.

Shi Yan glanced at her in surprise and saw that she was looking at Mr. Mo seriously, as if she was listening attentively.

"It turns out that it's gone, but..." Mr. Mo's voice suddenly stopped and he stopped talking.

"Just what?" Shi Yan asked.

Mo Lao stood up in panic, with his back to them, "No, it's just that you heard it wrong."

"Hey, Old Man Mo, you are playing a trick on me!" Shi Yan said angrily. Others were listening attentively, but he aroused their interest and he himself did not want to do it. What's this?

"Stop asking. Asking too much will do you no good!" Old Mo said in a low voice, his voice trembling a little. Although he tried his best to remain calm, Shi Yan and Mo Zixuan still heard it.

Shi Yan wanted to ask more, but was stopped by Mo Zixuan.

Shi Yan looked at Mo Zixuan in confusion, not knowing why she wanted to stop him. Mo Zixuan said calmly: "Don't waste time on irrelevant things. We are short of time now and cannot waste a minute or a second!"

Since she said so, Shi Yan had no choice but to give up.

"Okay, Mr. Mo, we won't ask any more questions. Do you know if there's anything unusual happening in Qianshui Jibei recently?"

Mo Lao calmed down, turned around and sat down trembling, "I lost my composure, I made you laugh."

Then he thought about it, and suddenly, he slapped his head, "There was something unusual. About a month ago, my people were offering sacrifices in the far north, and suddenly a starry sky appeared in the sky."

"What's so strange about the starry sky?" Shi Yan sneered.

"You are wrong. The starry sky is not strange, but it is very strange to suddenly see a starry sky above your head during the day!" Old Mo narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "The starlight sprinkled down, like a meteor shower. These starlights gathered at one point, and this strange scene disappeared after a quarter of an hour. My people wanted to go forward to investigate, but there were many spirit beasts on the road, and some of them were very powerful, so we retreated."

"Then do you know where that is?" Mo Zixuan asked nervously.

Old Mo raised his head and thought for a moment, "It seems to be northwest of the ancestral worship site."

"That must be a sign of the water of Beichen condensing!" Mo Zixuan stood at the bow of the boat, letting the whistling, cold night wind blow on her cheeks.

Shi Yan glanced at her, went to the cabin, and asked Uncle Mo Le to make a cup of King Ginger Tea. Uncle Mo Feng on the side looked at Shi Yan and smiled: "Go quickly, this King Ginger Tea is good, and you won't be afraid of cold poison after drinking it. We will reach the northernmost boundary soon, and your girlfriend may not be able to bear it!" Mo Le and Mo Feng were sent by Mo Lai to lead the way. After all, the place where the Mo family worshipped their ancestors could not be found without someone from the Mo family. The two of them were very happy to take on this task. At that time, they smiled and said, "Boss Shi is the benefactor of our village, so this little thing is nothing." It made people feel sour, and they had never done anything for them!

Shi Yan smiled bitterly, "Uncle Feng, you said she is not my girlfriend anymore..."

Mo Feng chuckled softly, "I understand, I understand, it's Senior Sister, it's Senior Sister."

Although he said this, looking at his expression and his actions, you can tell that he still misunderstood.

Shi Yan shrugged. He no longer had the energy to explain. Let it be a misunderstanding. He would lose a piece of meat anyway.

Shi Yan came to Mo Zixuan with the ginger king tea and said, "Senior sister, the weather is getting cold, have a cup of ginger king tea."

Mo Zixuan nodded, held the teacup, and took a sip. Suddenly, a warm feeling flowed down his esophagus along with the tea, spreading throughout his body. This warm and comfortable feeling dispelled all the coldness. Standing in front of the fierce wind, he didn't feel a bit of cold.

Mo Zixuan took another sip, his face flushed, "It really is the warmest ginger tea!"

Shi Yan drank a cup himself and also gave a cup to Xiao Kong, the little white monkey who didn't want to stay in his real name space.

Just as Uncle Mo Feng said, after drinking the King Ginger Tea, my whole body felt like it was bathed in the sun, warm and comfortable.

Snowflakes were floating in the sky. Large flakes of snow were falling from the dim sky.

There was a symbol array carved on the boat, like a huge window, wrapping the boat and emitting a faint glow. Snowflakes were flying outside the array, like thousands of butterflies flying towards the faint glow, playfully bumping into the light, and then fluttering to the side. The heavy snow fell down, and the snowflakes danced in various postures in the air, flying, circling, or falling straight and fast, spreading into the sea.

Mo Zixuan suddenly smiled, and with a wave of her hand, half of the light screen in front of her disappeared. Immediately, snowflakes came in from where the light screen disappeared and fell on the boat.

Mo Zixuan didn't mind the heavy snow falling on her at all. She opened her hands and caught a snowflake. The crystal snowflake fell on the palm of her hand, looking transparent, and slowly melted.

Suddenly, she sighed softly, as if she was talking to herself, her voice was so low that it was inaudible, "Do you know why snow is white?"

Although the voice was very soft, Shi Yan, who was standing next to her, heard it clearly, "Snow, why is it white?"

Shi Yan felt as if a string in his heart was touched by someone and it began to tremble slightly.

He remembered that when he left the ancestral temple, it was snowing heavily, and the snow dyed everything white, a dazzling white.

There is no color, just a chilling white.

He replied inexplicably, "Because it has forgotten its original color."

Mo Zixuan suddenly raised his head.