Lord of Creation/Shuttle the Heavens

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But when the blue light dissipated, they were all stunned.

Guangming Buddha breathed a sigh of relief.

what……!

In the underworld, there was an unwilling roar, followed by a scream of backlash.

"Hey, great opportunity!"

Guangming Buddha smiled sternly, escaped directly into the void, and returned to the underworld.

Chapter 998 Entering the Yang God

Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon.

The sunset glowed red in the sky, and the river water was rippling.

A fishing boat pulled a long shadow and came to the shore where it had been docked for many years. It tied the rope to a wooden post on the shore. Then it packed the fishing net and brought down a wooden barrel. There was a restless sound inside.

At the same time, a five or six-year-old girl came out from under the awning, her face was purple, but her eyes were very bright.

"Now the fish are all fine, it's getting harder and harder to catch!"

On the face of the old fisherman, the wind and frost like a knife carved deep traces of the years. He sighed, and when he saw his granddaughter walking out, he smiled unconsciously and straightened his back that was carried by Ting.

"Grandpa, let me mention it!"

The little girl dexterously jumped off the boat and came to the old fisherman, vying to carry the barrel.

"Grandpa is not so old that he can't even lift a wooden bucket!" The old fisherman smiled and touched his granddaughter's little head, "Today's harvest is not good, but I got a big fat crab, wait until you go back, grandpa I steamed it for you!"

The grandpa and grandson walked slowly.

The clothes on their bodies were patch upon patch, dirty and fishy.

As for the fishing boats behind, it doesn't matter.

There are farmers' families nearby, and they all know each other, but no one steals their fishing boat that is about to fall apart.

After getting off the embankment and coming to the road, there is a Zhuangzi not far ahead. At this time, the sparse cooking smoke has risen, and the dog barks twice from time to time.

"Yeah, grandpa, there seems to be someone over there?"

The little girl suddenly yelled, tugged on Grandpa's shirt, and pointed to the weeds beside her.

Grandpa rubbed his dry eyes, looked at it, and was stunned: "Why is there someone lying there? There is no smell of alcohol, it's not drunk, could it be that he passed out on the way?"

Walking over gently and scraping open the weeds, the old fisherman turned pale with fright.

"ah……!"

The little girl trembled with fright and almost cried.

She quickly stood behind her grandfather, and she was a little curious. She wanted to poke her head out to have a look, but was blocked by the old fisherman.

"This……!"

The old fisherman wanted to retreat, but hesitated very much.

"Grandpa, is that a human or a ghost?"

The little girl stared at her big black eyes, her voice was still trembling.

"It's human!"

The old fisherman calmed down, looked over again, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "This man's clothes don't look gorgeous, but they are far better than the clothes of those boys and girls who occasionally go to play nearby. It's just, it's just his face. superior……!"

He felt panicked.

If he hadn't been fishing all the year round and was well-informed, he would have been scared away by someone else.

Lying there is a young man, dressed in white, spotless, but his face is full of cracks like spider webs, as are his hands.You can see the flesh and blood inside, making your scalp tingle.

It seems that a slight touch will shatter like porcelain.

"Grandpa, is, is it dead?"

The little girl poked her head out to look again, and she suddenly said, "Grandpa, he, does he seem to be breathing?"

"how is this possible?"

The old fisherman shook his head.

With such an injury, it is impossible to live.

He still looked hesitantly, the young man turned his face sideways, a small grass next to his nose swayed back and forth slightly, the old fisherman had experience, it was subtle breathing.

Cautiously stretched out his hand, tried it, and sure enough, he didn't die.

"only……!"

The old fisherman hesitated.

Since he didn't die, based on his experience, it should be a martial arts practitioner who was injured. If he was rescued and found by the opponent's enemies, what would his grandfather and grandson do?

If you don't save it, you will inevitably feel uneasy.

"Grandpa, is there still help?"

The little girl raised her face and asked.

The old fisherman glanced at his granddaughter, sighed in his heart, and said with a smile, "Need to see it?"

"Then let's take him home!"

"When it gets dark, Xiao Chonger, remember, no matter if you save your life or not, don't tell outsiders!"

"Grandpa, I remember!"

'Little Chonger' nodded seriously.

The sky was completely dark, and the moon had not yet risen.

The old fisherman had some strength, and quietly returned to a courtyard at the head of the village with the young man on his back.

Surrounded by fences, there are three thatched huts and a low stove hut.

The old fisherman lighted up the fish oil lamp with distress, cooked a meal, and watched his granddaughter eat a round belly, and couldn't help smiling.Watching his granddaughter fall asleep, he came to Westinghouse with an oil lamp in his hand.

On the dilapidated bed lay a young man.

He made another bowl of fish soup and tried to pour it down for the young man, but he couldn't pry his mouth open at all.

"Oh, what should I do?"

The old fisherman was worried.

"I have done everything that needs to be done. Whether you can survive or not depends on your luck!"

Tried a few more times, to no avail.

In the end, he returned to the east room and fell asleep with a disturbed heart.

Silent all night.

the next day.

The old fisherman sat up, squinted his eyes, and stretched his waist: "Good sleep, good sleep!"

"Grandpa, is it dawn?" On the other end, Xiao Chonger said in a daze, "It's dawn, grandpa will cook for you!"

Putting on his clothes, the old fisherman went out and kept muttering: "The little black cat of his second uncle's house, why didn't he make a fuss last night? There were no messy rats, why didn't he hear the rooster crowing this morning? Ya!"

After breakfast, he filled half a bowl of porridge and brought it to the Westinghouse. The old fisherman sat on the bedside and prepared to drink it to the unconscious young man with a wooden spoon, but the result was still the same as last night, there was no way out!

The young man clenched his teeth too tightly, if he forcefully pried them open, he might hurt him.

He snorted, but it was still very subtle.

"Grandpa, how is it?"

Xiao Chonger asked.

"It's just resignation!"

The old fisherman was helpless.

Their lives were not disturbed. During the day, they followed the river to the beach five miles away, caught a few nets of fish, and returned in the evening.

Sometimes, when the harvest is ready, they will be sold in the market for two oil money. Although life is hard, they are also happy and at ease.

What amazed the old fisherman was that the rescued young man was still alive without getting any rice water, and his injury was not getting worse, but was slowly healing.

Even breathing became stronger.

He also found that since he rescued the young man, there were no more rats, ants and mosquitoes in the house, and even the dogs in the village did not dare to bark loudly, but the rooster crowing in the early morning returned to normal.

Moreover, in the past month, his body has become stronger and stronger, even his rheumatic legs have healed, and his granddaughter has become more and more spiritual, and her purple-red face that has been sunburned has gradually become whiter and tenderer.

"Grandpa, come quickly, come quickly!"

Early in the morning, Xiao Chonger called out hastily.

The old fisherman looked at Westinghouse, his expression changed, and he walked over in three steps at a time.

"woke up!"

He saw the young man on the bed opened his eyes, pulled his granddaughter into his arms, and said nervously.Based on his experience, how could he not have imagined that the young man he rescued was absolutely extraordinary.

Do not eat, drink or pull!

Only the legendary immortals have this kind of ability?

"Old man, thank you very much!"

There was a forced smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, and his voice was very hoarse.

"If you encounter it, how can you refuse to save it!" The old fisherman hurriedly said, "There are still a few fish left yesterday, and I will cook you a bowl of fish soup!"

"Thank you, old man!"

The youth did not refuse.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing that the other party did not refuse, the old fisherman was overjoyed instead.

"Big brother, you haven't eaten for a month? Your stomach must be very noisy, right?"

Xiao Chonger asked innocently.

"Well, I'm dying!"

The young man smiled back.

"Grandpa's fish soup is delicious. It's the best fish soup in the world. It's only comparable to the tofu nao in the market. Tofu nao, I haven't had it for a long time. That, that's really good." It's delicious, but too expensive!"

"From now on, big brother will let you drink it every day, drink a bowl and throw a bowl away!"

"Hehehe, big brother really knows how to say, tofu naoer, the best thing to drink, how can you throw it away?"

"Well, let's not throw it away! What's your name?"

"The nickname is Xiao Chong'er, grandpa said, bugs are easy to feed! What's the name? Li Sisi! Big brother, how about you?"

"My name is Chu Yang, from now on I will be called Big Brother Chu!"

"okay!"

"What is this place?"

"Li Family Village, Fengshou County. Brother, what's going on with your face?"

"It's sick!"

"Brother Chu, treat him well!"

Xiao Chong'er was curious, and Chu Yang was also patient.

After a while, the old fisherman came in with fish soup.