After walking two streets, Mo Junrong finally got the answer he wanted.

An old woman carrying a fish cage told him: "There are two families in Qinghe Town with the surname Cheng, one of whom lives on the bank of the river and is a fisherman.

Another family lives west of the town, near the brick shop, which seems to be made."

Mo Junrong asked, "The family I want to find is a child named Zheng Qiu. Can my mother-in-law tell which family it is?"

The old lady thought for a long time, which made Mo Junrong wait a little impatiently.

It was not until a stick of incense that he replied: "It seems that it is the family by the Qinghe River. They often brag about their own son who is a cultivator.

It’s impossible to think about it. How could a cultivator’s son stay here and make a living by fishing?”

While saying that, the old lady shook her head and laughed at her, and slowly walked away.

Mo Junrong held his fists and thanked him, with a smile on his lips, and he found it.

He rushed to the bank of the river. There was a row of low houses with brick and wood. Each house was built with wooden boards and stretched all the way to the river.

There were seven or eight fishermen standing on the platform, holding bamboo poles and fishing, waiting for the fish to take the bait while talking and chatting.

Mo Junrong tidied up his clothes, shook his fan and walked forward, bowing to the fishermen.

"Brothers, I have something to ask for, I wonder if I can help me?"

The fishermen turned their heads and saw that this outfit was not a cultivator. How could the cultivator refuse if he had something to ask for?

They put down the fishing rods in their hands and stood up to greet Mo Junrong.

The fisherman closest to Mo Junrong said, "Sir, we are all rough people. If you have any questions, please tell me and make sure you help."

Mo Junrong smiled and nodded, saying, "I am looking for a family named Cheng. I heard that they are also fishermen, so they live by the Qinghe River.

I would like to ask you guys to help you point me in the way and let me see them earlier.”

One of the fishermen was more alert and asked the reason: "We do have people with the surname Cheng here, why are you looking for them?

They are just fishermen, and they seem to have no friendship with those who practice."

Mo Junrong was about to answer, but another fisherman explained it to him first.

"Old Ding, you forgot! Their wife boasted about having a son in every few days, and she went up the mountain to become a disciple and practiced at a young age.

In my opinion, the woman might be telling the truth.”

This statement immediately aroused the approval of others, and another fisherman agreed: "It makes sense. You see, all the people who practice are coming to the door, so it must be related to his son..."

Mo Junrong interrupted their discussion and bowed, "Brothers, you guys, you guessed it well. I did know a little brother named Zheng Qiu.

Zheng Qiu was busy with mountain affairs. When I heard that his parents lived in Qinghe Town, I came to visit him specially.

At the same time, Zheng Qiu asked the two elders to go to a better place to enjoy their old age."

Hearing Mo Junrong's words, the fishermen did not doubt it and laughed one by one. They praised each other and said, "The Cheng family is so lucky!"

"I didn't expect my son to be so filial, and he would not be raised in vain."

"Now they have a good life, and it's no problem to live a hundred years!"

"Hey, why are you still here? Take this adult to the Cheng family quickly, don't delay others' work."

The fishermen quickly put away their fishing rods, carried the fish cage to Mo Junrong, and surrounded him and walked forward along the river bank.

When the fishermen surrounded him, Mo Junrong smelled a strong fishy smell.

He frowned slightly, then immediately put away his expression and smiled kindly again.

According to the plan, he planned to trick Zheng Qiu's parents away as his friend and take them to a suitable location near Tianming Palace to settle down.

Before facing Zheng Qiu head-on, he wanted to pretend to be a good person and guide Zheng Qiu's parents to use it little by little.

Obedient hostages are far more useful than disobedient hostages, and can even directly affect Zheng Qiu in some aspects.

After walking forward for more than seventy feet, a middle-aged man with a beard squatted in front of an ordinary brick and wood low house.

There was a large chopping board in front of the man, and a sack of coarse salt was placed next to it.

He cut the fish he caught, took out the internal organs, and then marinated them with salt inside and outside.

When Mo Junrong saw the man's face from afar, he felt joy in his heart.

This person's appearance is 70% or 80% similar to Zheng Qiu. He is definitely Zheng Qiu's father. This trip was really smooth.

The fisherman at the forefront of the crowd waved his arms and ran forward, snatching the salted fish from the middle-aged man's hand.

"Old Cheng, don't fiddle with your salted fish, your family is going to enjoy their happiness!

Get up quickly, hurry up, this is a big deal!”

The middle-aged man felt inexplicable. He looked behind him and glanced at him. Seeing that all the fishermen nearby rushed over, he felt even more confused.

He grabbed the towel hanging around his neck, wiped his hands covered with coarse salt and fish scales, and asked, "What's the matter?"

What are so many of you coming to do? My family can’t afford to eat, so they have to eat elsewhere.”

"Old Cheng, don't joke. In the future, your family can manage our meals. Even if there are another hundred more, your family can afford it!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Cheng looked puzzled. What are these neighbors saying? No matter how good the harvest is, it is impossible to satisfy the food for so many people.

Finally, an older fisherman said, "Old Cheng, it's about your son.

Go and call your wife, let’s go into the house and say!”

What's going on with your son?

Old Cheng showed doubts on his face. Isn’t his son working in a brick-burning shop? He has become a brick-burning master for more than ten years, so what else can he do?

At this moment, he caught a glance in the crowd of people with a unique dress, next to the fine silk factory, with a hilt of a sword exposed behind him.

This person is a cultivator!

Old Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that there was a cultivator coming here. What the neighbors wanted to say was probably about their youngest son.

Thinking of this, Lao Cheng suddenly became anxious and ran away without looking back.

While running, he waved his arms and shouted: "My door is open, please go in and take a break first. I'll bring my wife back soon!"

Seeing that Old Cheng ran away, the older fisherman bowed to Mo Junrong and asked him what he meant.

"Sir, why don't you go to Old Chen's house to sit first and wait for him to bring his wife back.

His wife works in a tailor shop in front of the river bank. Not far from here, Lao Cheng will be able to come back soon."

Mo Junrong politely clasped his fists and replied, "It's better to obey your orders than respect. Just follow Mr. Cheng's advice and go to his house and wait."

The cultivator is so easy to talk to, which makes the fishermen very happy.
Chapter completed!