Cultivation of Immortality

Chapter 1132 Wow

When Hongshi and his father begged Lang Ming to leave quickly, Qing'er bit her lip and rowed the boat towards the father and son. No matter what, she had to get the two people into the boat first. This was the only thing she could do.

"Ah!" Qing'er, who was paddling hard, suddenly screamed. She saw a big mouth like a dark cave appearing on the water behind Hongshi and her father-in-law. The big mouth was surrounded by sharp teeth that were about feet long. , seeing that the father and son were about to be swallowed!

Lang Ming tried his best to throw the flying sword in his hand, but he knew that it was useless. His spiritual power was exhausted, so after throwing the flying sword, he closed his eyes in pain. The body fell from mid-air.

"Red Stone!" Qing'er screamed shrilly.

"Hurry...run!" Hongshi saw the big mouth. He was so frightened that his whole body became weak, but he still urged Qing'er in a trembling voice.

Lang Ming's flying sword drew an arc and fell into the giant mouth, without hindering the forward speed of the giant mouth at all.

Langming was falling with his eyes closed, Hongshi and his father were trembling as they looked at the huge mouth, and Qing'er was also trembling as she held the oar tightly. This was an opponent they had no strength to resist. The opponent was so powerful that they gave up even their instinctive struggle. .

The fishy smell emanating from that big mouth made Qing'er almost want to vomit. It was too disgusting to die in the mouth of such an evil beast. The moment Hongshi and his son were about to be devoured, she closed her eyes and waved the boat in her hand desperately. paddle.

The silver pendant flew out of her arms at this moment. Qing'er, who was so horrified, didn't notice it at all. But when the silver pendant flew above the huge mouth and emitted magic power, although Qing'er had her eyes closed, she seemed She saw a blurry image, which was a very large and indistinct figure, but Qing'er recognized at a glance that it was the human spirit that her grandfather had drawn!

The empty and big figure disappeared in a flash. Qing'er felt that it was not her illusion, so she quickly opened her eyes, just in time to see the big mouth slowly sinking into the water.

Both Hongshi and his son stared at the bizarre scene in front of them in stunned silence. They were completely frightened and couldn't believe it was true.

After Qing'er calmed down, she panicked and drove the boat towards Lang Ming, who fell into the river. Although she didn't see the silver fall and come back, she already thought that it must have been seduced by that person. The magic silver pendant saved their lives. Even though she knew it in her heart, the fright still made her tremble so much that she couldn't use any strength. It was with great difficulty that she rowed the boat to Lang Ming's side.

At this time, the river was calm. Hongshi and his son rushed over and helped put Lang Ming on the boat. The father and son were also shaking. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were full of fear. They closed their eyes tightly. Talk without thinking.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Qing'er called twice, and Hongshi's father was so frightened that he waved his hands to her again and again, fearing that Qing'er's shout would attract the water monster again.

The boat was too small to accommodate four people. Hongshi's father squeezed in and took the oar from Qing'er's hand and started rowing the boat. Hongshi followed the boat in the water. The two were shocked and turned to look behind them from time to time, while Qing'er With tears streaming down his face, he was busy trying to save his grandfather.

Before the boat reached the shore, Qing'er started to feel pain in her stomach again.

At this time, fishing boats returning home could be seen on the vast river. These had all escaped the disaster. Some people on the shore had already taken boats to find their relatives, while others rushed over to help rescue Lang. Tomorrow, Qing'er, who was about to give birth, was carried onto a large fishing boat. Her mother-in-law and second grandmother were busy making preparations for the delivery.

The baby was born quickly and smoothly, and the second grandmother was in a daze holding the big fat boy.

"This child...why isn't he crying?"

Qing'erpo

Po came over and said in surprise, "How...how...how..." the look in this child's eyes.

"What's wrong with the child's eyes?" Qing'er, who was quite weak after giving birth, asked worriedly.

"Look!" The second grandmother brought the child to her.

The child's eyes really didn't look like a newborn baby. A pair of big eyes turned around, looking at this and that. He didn't cry or fuss. His clear and bright eyes seemed to be vaguely confused and thinking.

"Isn't this good? There's nothing strange about it." Qing'er tried her best to cover up her child, reaching out to hold the child over.

At this time, someone outside shouted, "Are you giving birth? Grandpa Lang woke up and said he wanted to see the baby!"

"It's born! It's born! It's here! It's here!" Qing'er's mother-in-law promised repeatedly and she and her second mistress carried the child out of the cabin. Qing'er also struggled to stand up, leaning against the cabin door and looking at a piece of grass lying on the shore. The grandfather at the table could not help but feel sour in his heart.

"Your great-grandson is here. Look, he's white, fat, and clean." The second grandma held the little baby in front of Lang Ming.

The dying Lang Ming opened his eyes and struggled to sit up. The people next to him hurriedly and carefully helped him to get half of his body up.

Lang Ming struggled to open his eyes wide and looked at his newly born great-grandson. The baby also looked at him curiously, and the color of thinking in his eyes seemed to be even stronger. The grandfather and grandson just looked at each other, no one was interested. Blink.

"Okay, okay, okay..." A smile slowly opened at the corner of Lang Ming's mouth. After saying "ok" three times in a row, he dropped his head and passed away.

"father!"

"grandfather!"

"Grandpa Lang!"

"Uncle Lang!"

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The Lang family and the villagers burst into tears at the same time. The villagers loved this living god who protected their safety. Lang Ming had fought with the river monster several times in his early years, and finally moved God and ordered the river monster to be killed. Today He used his dying body to use his last strength to kill the new river demon. How could the villagers not be moved? Who can protect them after the old god is gone?

Qing'er collapsed, tears streaming down her face. She hadn't had time to tell her grandfather that she had seen her benefactor appear. She had planned to wait until the child was born before telling her grandfather about the weird things that happened afterwards. If grandpa lives a few more years to protect this child as he grows up, if the river demon hadn't caused trouble, she believes that grandpa will definitely support the child for a few more years. Now that grandpa is gone, she can only rely on her to protect her. This child was born, and she dared not tell anyone the secret about this child, including the honest Hong Shi.

Lang Ming's funeral was very beautiful, and the funerals of those who died in the disaster were also held together. For a while, the small village was enveloped in a thick atmosphere of sadness, which could be heard from the beginning to the end of the village. The crying continued for days.

When Lang Ming died, the newborn baby finally let out a cry. Later, the second mistress told this story countless times. When she had enough strength, she would be very happy when she talked about it, patting her thigh and praising the child's filial piety. When I get old and have no strength, I will sigh repeatedly when I talk about it, "That child is unusual. He didn't cry when he was born. But when his grandfather died, he burst into tears. He was just born. So sensible."

Whenever they heard her say this, everyone present would mutter in their hearts, "What kind of 'wow' is that child? It's just a few chirps." Of course, no one would say this. , because they also feel that no matter whether the child cries loudly or murmurs a few times, the meaning is actually the same. How can one be harsh on a newly born child? It is good if he can cry.

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