Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

As the sun sets, a bright moon quietly climbs onto the treetops, its shimmering light spilling onto the fishpond.

Zhou Changgeng lit the lantern, and the dim yellow light diffused the night.

Zhou Baoqing used the light to look into the water.

The bluefish in the pond are growing well. The originally weak fry have now grown to the length of an arm, and their size has doubled.

The fine blue scales on its back shimmered under the light, making it no longer a "fry" but a fully grown fish.

On the other side, in the isolation zone, a water curtain completely separated the pond water.

Inside, twenty or thirty fish hung listlessly, their bodies shriveled and lifeless.

At the slightest disturbance, it would flee in panic, like a stray dog.

Zhou Changgeng, carrying a lantern, sighed and said, "This emaciation disease has probably fully manifested. This disease is mostly caused by the fluctuating water temperatures in early spring, which allows the turbid and yin energy in the water to accumulate and enter the body."

Looking at his grandson, he continued to explain, "Being thin and sick is very common in our fish farming business. Generally speaking, we just cull a few sick and weak ones, but I didn't expect that twenty or thirty of them would get sick this year. And this is just the situation in one fishpond. It's mostly related to the fact that the fish were thinner during the spring fishing season this year, and the fry didn't get enough to eat in the spring, so they were weak."

Zhou Baoqing's heart sank, and he asked, "Grandpa, how much does the medicine for treating this emaciation cost?"

Zhou Changgeng frowned slightly and pondered, "Fifty spirit crystals per packet. If you want it to be effective, you need to use the medicine for three or four consecutive days, which will require at least two hundred spirit crystals."

"If the treatment is ineffective, we'll have to extend the medication period, which will be another significant expense. If that still doesn't work, we'll have no choice but to reluctantly scoop out all the sick fish and dispose of them."

If that's the case, the total loss could even reach the equivalent of a low-grade spirit stone.

This possibility of ending up with nothing, losing both money and fish, was the reason why Zhou Changgeng hesitated to make a decision earlier.

Zhou Baoqing nodded and said, "Grandpa, just buy the medicine and use it first. If it really doesn't work, we can pay on credit. I'll pay for the medicine when the spirit stones from Master Gan arrive next month."

My grandfather, Zhou Changgeng, had an excellent reputation throughout Qinglin Bay, which was inseparable from his kind and benevolent nature.

It is known that this disease has caused signs in the fishponds of every household, but it was Zhou Changgeng who first sounded the alarm. As soon as he realized that something was wrong, he went door to door to notify the fishermen and farmers in the bay so that they could take precautions.

Because of this good reputation and personal connections, the pharmacy owner would give Zhou Changgeng some face and allow him to pay on credit for a few days.

On the other hand, who in the livestock industry doesn't owe some money at the end of the year?

"Hey, don't worry, Grandpa still has some savings."

Looking at the sickly fish, Zhou Changgeng didn't seem too worried. He turned to look at Zhou Baoqing, his brows relaxed, and his eyes were full of smiles.

Previously, they had been very frugal, stretching every penny to its limit, because they needed to send their grandson to the clan school.

The future is uncertain, and spiritual resources seem like a bottomless pit.

Now my grandson is doing well; he can earn a low-grade spirit stone a month!

This is much better than all the hard work I, an old fisherman, put into raising fish.

But this doesn't mean that Zhou Changgeng is going to do something like "raising grandchildren to provide for old age" or "investment and return," but rather that he is taking a more far-sighted approach to this matter.

"Brother Bao, you can't owe this money."

He said in a deep voice, "What you owe others is ultimately a debt of gratitude. Now that you have achieved success in your cultivation, you must remember that the less karma a cultivator bears, the better, so as to avoid any entanglements in the future that may disturb your cultivation state of mind."

Zhou Baoqing had never expected his grandfather to have such profound thoughts, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

If it weren't for deep love, how could she have considered every aspect of his cultivation path so thoroughly and properly?

Since Grandpa had made up his mind, he didn't try to persuade him any further. Having confidence and not having confidence are two completely different feelings.

Now that he can earn spirit stones, his family has something to look forward to. Grandpa's back is straighter now, and he no longer feels like the sky is falling when the fish gets sick.

Sigh, it's not some fish disease, it's poverty disease.

But he has the ability to cure this disease.

Zhou Baoqing raised his head and looked at the bright moon rising high in the sky, as if he could already see the sunrise at dawn, dispelling all the gloom.

So dazzling, so full of hope.

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In the stillness of the night, I returned to Zhishui Pavilion.

Zhou Baoqing lay in bed, but his mind was very active.

"Since these ice-blue duckweed and green-scaled fish fry are so eager to eat them, and they contain abundant spiritual energy, perhaps they can also cure the emaciation problem?"

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the less I could sleep.

After everyone in the family had rested, he took out some ice-blue duckweed, quietly left the house, and sneaked to his family's fishpond under the cover of night.

In early spring, shortly after the fish fry were released into the water, there was virtually no one stealing the fish, so the protective barriers around the fishpond were not activated.

Otherwise, his tiptoeing on the embankment would have triggered the warning array.

When the spirit fish mature in autumn, those fish thieves become extremely rampant.

I heard that once, Uncle Wang from the neighboring pond got drunk and didn't keep an eye on the pond. Not only were many fish caught, but even his guard dog was stolen by thieves.

Being a lowly fisherman or farmer in the celestial realm means not only having to guard against natural disasters and demonic attacks, but also against humans.

Under the dim moonlight, Zhou Baoqing used a long-handled fishing net to put a small handful of ice-blue duckweed into the water curtain that was isolating the sick fish.

A faint, icy blue light rippled across the water's surface. The sick blue-scaled fish sensed an opportunity, seemed to have a bit of an appetite, and dragged its weak body to the surface to peck at the food.

But the expected miracle did not happen. After the duckweed was swallowed, the sick fish remained weak and half-dead, and there was no immediate curative effect.

Zhou Baoqing wasn't in a hurry. He retrieved the remaining duckweed from the net, carefully inspected the water surface by the moonlight, and only returned to the house after confirming that there was no duckweed left on the surface.

I secretly fed her like that for three days.

As it turns out, while this mutated duckweed is full of potential, it is ultimately not a good remedy for the problem.

However, the duckweed had no effect, but the "fish medicine" that Grandpa bought the next day, which was specifically for treating emaciation, had a very significant effect.

The sick fish in the quarantine area, which had rolled their eyes back, became lively again, and the flesh on their backs gradually became plump.

This filled Zhou Baoqing with emotion.

Having a treasure like the Azure Snail Cave is not enough to make one omnipotent. The knowledge in this world is as vast as the ocean, and there is still much to learn, including the arts of immortality and the ways of all things.

At the same time, after this attempt, he also realized that he could not easily take the ice-blue duckweed out and use it directly.

It's not about worrying about leaks.

Rather, the duckweed has a good reproductive capacity, and once it is used in large quantities in one's own fishpond, its unique brilliance will be hard for a discerning person not to notice.

When every household has it, will the ice-blue duckweed still be valuable?

He needs a more secretive and secure method.

"The blue-scaled fish loves to eat this duckweed, so could it be used as the main ingredient in their spirit fish food, combined with other ingredients, so I could develop my own unique secret recipe for spirit fish food?"

If you crush and knead it into fish food, even a god wouldn't recognize its original form!

With this idea of ​​"developing a secret recipe for fish food", Zhou Baoqing gladly accepted Zhou Changping's invitation and prepared to ask Uncle Zhang, who made the spirit fish food, for some advice.