Cultivation of Immortality

"Bring sister back?" Hongshi was confused, wondering why his son suddenly mentioned this.

Qing'er understands that what her son thinks is that if he brings his sister back, the silver pendant will keep everyone safe, and he won't have to learn skills anymore. The root cause is that he still doesn't want to move forward.

"Good boy, come on." Qing'er felt very uncomfortable and pulled her son onto the raft.

The torch was inserted in the front of the raft. The raft was as narrow as a canoe. The red stone was in front, the luggage and the pendant were in the middle, and Qing'er was in the back. The couple skillfully paddled the water and paddled towards the other shore under the starlight.

Soon the raft reached the middle of the river, and suddenly a strong wind blew by, causing a wave of about a foot high to rise on the river where the current had become rapid.

"Zhui'er, sit still." Hongshi reminded his son. This small wave would not worry him too much, but before he could finish his words, his wife exclaimed, "Zhui'er!"

Qing'er saw the roll of tiger skin that was fixed on the luggage slipping down. The tiger skin that was tightly rolled into a roll slid down and hit Zhui'er who was sitting next to him. Zhui'er was knocked backwards. , and then fell into the water.

Hongshi has been living on the water all year round and has rich experience. After hearing the "plop", he immediately jumped into the water to catch his son. However, the current here was too fast. Even though he reacted quickly, he still could not catch his son. He had no choice but to chase after the child who was washed away by the current.

Qing'er almost jumped into the water with Hong Shi. After making the same mistake, although she was burning with anxiety, she did not follow Hong Shi. Instead, she quickly returned to the raft and chased him on the raft. She also Those who have this kind of experience in saving people know that the weak starlight on the dark water is completely useless, and the only thing that can be used is the light of the torch.

Zhui'er, who was suddenly knocked into the water, was a little dazed. He choked on his saliva several times before he could react. In such a fast current, not to mention such a situation, even under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be able to hold on, so He soon choked and fainted.

"Zhui'er! Zhui'er! Zhui'er!" Qing'er screamed in a shrill voice while paddling the raft fiercely. She could not see Zhui'er's figure within the scope of the torch light, and could only see her husband's heaving and falling body. Head, if you can't find your son quickly in such rapids, your son's life will not be saved.

Time passed ruthlessly, and Qing'er's increasingly sad calls seemed extremely miserable and heart-wrenching in the quiet and deserted night. Hong Shi's physical strength was rapidly consumed, and he was gradually driven away by the raft rowed by Qing'er. At this time, he had lost sight of his son, so he had to climb onto the raft and paddle the raft with his wife to search.

Gradually, Qing'er stopped shouting and just rowed desperately. Her eyes were wide open and shining with the light of a mother wolf looking for her cubs. She knew that her son would not be able to respond to her call if he hadn't drowned yet. , Hong Shi was also desperately swinging his exhausted arms to hit the water with the paddle. His weak hands could hardly grasp the paddle.

People who are so impatient and jealous cannot predict the time, but the two of them knew about drowning in their hearts.

One cup of tea, two cups of tea, one meal, two meals... Hongshi himself didn't know when he stopped, because his arms were completely numb, and he was silent He cried to the point of uncontrollably whimpering. As the saying goes, father and son are innately connected, and mother and son are connected. His love and affection for this sensible child is in no way greater than that of Qing.

Son, his son was gone like this, and he died so miserably. He felt like the world was spinning, and his mind was so dull that it almost stopped.

Qing'er is still rowing, and she has run out of oil and light, but she will never stop as long as she still has breath. In fact, she is on the verge of going crazy now, even though all mothers in the world regard their children as their own destiny. Yes, but Qing'er's feelings for her son must be greater than most people's, and she still has deep self-blame and regret at this moment. For several months, her son has been biting the bullet and moving forward in order to obey her, the mother-in-law. Let's go. Just now on the river bank, she was pleading pitifully to herself. She was the one who caused her son to lose his life. If she couldn't find her son, she didn't want to live anymore.

When her arms no longer had the strength to paddle, Qing'er shouted sharply at the dark river surface, "Zhui'er! Zhui'er! Zhui'er..."

Hongshi, who was crying bitterly, became clearer when he heard his wife shouting like this. He grabbed his wife's arm in panic and choked with sobs, "Don't do this. If something happens to you again, what will I do?"

Qing'er didn't hear anything, but still kept her eyes straight and screamed loudly. The sound made Hongshi feel creepy and frightened him so much that he could only cover his wife's mouth. Qing'er opened her mouth and bit her like crazy, almost killing her. He bit off his finger and quickly retracted his hand in pain.

"Zhui'er! Come to mother! Zhui'er! Come to mother..."

Listening to Qing'er's screams, Hong Shi's heart was as cold as ice. He knew that his wife was going crazy soon, and maybe she was already crazy now. He grabbed the boat with his hands that had just regained some strength. According to his experience, he could only try to knock Qing'er unconscious in this case, but he had never done such a thing before, and he didn't know how much force it would take to knock someone unconscious, so he raised the oar. There was some hesitation after getting up.

"Falling..." Qing'er's call stopped abruptly, and her straight eyes suddenly widened because she saw a pair of blue eyes, a pair of big blue eyes.

The moment she saw those eyes, a strange memory emerged in her mind, the beautiful woman, the flying sacrifice, flying over the village, the fight for her son...

"You...you..." These sudden memories made Qing'er confused. Did these things really happen? Why don't I remember anything before?

"Where are you taking him?" Ming Lan, who was standing out of thin air on the water, asked slightly unhappy.

"We...I..., Zhui'er!" After the big blue eyes she faced disappeared, Qing'er couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw Zhui'er being held by the woman.

"He's fine. Where are you taking him?" Ming Lan asked again, while using magic to help Qing'er calm down.

Qing'er looked at her son longingly and replied, "I'm going to Iron Sword Gate. I don't want to lead him to escape you. I don't remember meeting you, really."

"Iron Sword Sect?" Minglan had never heard of this sect.

Qing'er hurriedly turned around and went to Hongshi's arms to get the oil bag with the map. Only then did she realize that Hongshi was standing motionless behind her holding an oar like a wood carving and clay sculpture, and the raft seemed to be fixed in place by a magical force. It's normal in the water, no matter how fast the river is, the raft doesn't move at all.

Such a strange scene made Qing'er's legs feel a little weak. Before she could turn around to look at the woman, the woman seemed to know what she was thinking and said, "I just locked him down, nothing will happen to you. Don't worry." "Bring sister back?" Hongshi was confused, wondering why his son suddenly mentioned this.

Qing'er understands that what her son thinks is that if he brings his sister back, the silver pendant will keep everyone safe, and he won't have to learn skills anymore. The root cause is that he still doesn't want to move forward.

"Good boy, come on." Qing'er felt very uncomfortable and pulled her son onto the raft.

The torch was inserted in the front of the raft. The raft was as narrow as a canoe. The red stone was in front, the luggage and the pendant were in the middle, and Qing'er was in the back. The couple skillfully paddled the water and paddled towards the other side by the starlight.

Soon the raft reached the middle of the river, and suddenly a strong wind blew by, causing a wave of about a foot high to rise on the river where the current had become rapid.

"Zhui'er, sit still." Hongshi reminded his son. This small wave would not worry him too much, but before he could finish his words, his wife exclaimed, "Zhui'er!"

Qing'er saw the roll of tiger skin that was fixed on the luggage slipping down. The tiger skin that was tightly rolled into a roll slid down and hit Zhui'er who was sitting next to him. Zhui'er was knocked backwards. , and then fell into the water.

Hongshi has been living on the water all year round and has rich experience. After hearing the "plop", he immediately jumped into the water to catch his son. However, the current here was too fast. Even though he reacted quickly, he still could not catch his son. He had no choice but to chase after the child who was washed away by the current.

Qing'er almost jumped into the water with Hong Shi. After making the same mistake, although she was burning with anxiety, she did not follow Hong Shi. Instead, she quickly returned to the raft and chased him on the raft. She also Those who have this kind of experience in saving people know that the weak starlight on the dark water is completely useless, and the only thing that can be used is the light of the torch.

Zhui'er, who was suddenly knocked into the water, was a little dazed. He choked on his saliva several times before he could react. In such a fast current, not to mention such a situation, even under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be able to hold on, so He soon choked and fainted.

"Zhui'er! Zhui'er! Zhui'er!" Qing'er screamed in a shrill voice while paddling the raft fiercely. She could not see Zhui'er's figure within the scope of the torch light, and could only see her husband's heaving and falling body. Head, if you can't find your son quickly in such rapids, your son's life will not be saved.

Time passed ruthlessly, and Qing'er's increasingly sad calls seemed extremely miserable and heart-wrenching in the quiet and deserted night. Hong Shi's physical strength was rapidly consumed, and he was gradually driven away by the raft rowed by Qing'er. At this time, he had lost sight of his son, so he had to climb onto the raft and paddle the raft with his wife to search.

Gradually, Qing'er stopped shouting and just rowed desperately. Her eyes were wide open and shining with the light of a mother wolf looking for her cubs. She knew that her son would not be able to respond to her call if he hadn't drowned yet. , Hong Shi was also desperately swinging his exhausted arms to hit the water with the paddle. His weak hands could hardly grasp the paddle.

People who are so impatient and jealous cannot predict the time, but the two of them knew about drowning in their hearts.

One cup of tea, two cups of tea, one meal, two meals... Hongshi himself didn't know when he stopped, because his arms were completely numb, and he was silent He cried to the point of uncontrollably whimpering. As the saying goes, father and son are innately connected, and mother and son are connected. His love and affection for this sensible child is in no way greater than that of Qing.

Son, his son was gone like this, and he died so miserably. He felt like the world was spinning, and his mind was so dull that it almost stopped.

Qing'er is still rowing, and she has run out of oil and light, but she will never stop as long as she still has breath. In fact, she is on the verge of going crazy now, even though all mothers in the world regard their children as their own destiny. Yes, but Qing'er's feelings for her son must be greater than most people's, and she still has deep self-blame and regret at this moment. For several months, her son has been biting the bullet and moving forward in order to obey her, the mother-in-law. Let's go. Just now on the river bank, she was pleading pitifully to herself. She was the one who caused her son to lose his life. If she couldn't find her son, she didn't want to live anymore.

When her arms no longer had the strength to paddle, Qing'er shouted sharply at the dark river surface, "Zhui'er! Zhui'er! Zhui'er..."

Hongshi, who was crying bitterly, became clearer when he heard his wife shouting like this. He grabbed his wife's arm in panic and choked with sobs, "Don't do this. If something happens to you again, what will I do?"

Qing'er didn't hear anything, but still kept her eyes straight and screamed loudly. The sound made Hongshi feel creepy and frightened him so much that he could only cover his wife's mouth. Qing'er opened her mouth and bit her like crazy, almost killing her. He bit off his finger and quickly retracted his hand in pain.

"Zhui'er! Come to mother! Zhui'er! Come to mother..."

Listening to Qing'er's screams, Hong Shi's heart was as cold as ice. He knew that his wife was going crazy soon, and maybe she was already crazy now. He grabbed the boat with his hands that had just regained some strength. According to his experience, he could only try to knock Qing'er unconscious in this case, but he had never done such a thing before, and he didn't know how much force it would take to knock someone unconscious, so he raised the oar. There was some hesitation after getting up.

"Falling..." Qing'er's call stopped abruptly, and her straight eyes suddenly widened because she saw a pair of blue eyes, a pair of big blue eyes.

The moment she saw those eyes, a strange memory emerged in her mind, the beautiful woman, the flying sacrifice, flying over the village, the fight for her son...

"You...you..." These sudden memories made Qing'er confused. Did these things really happen? Why don't I remember anything before?

"Where are you taking him?" Ming Lan, who was standing out of thin air on the water, asked slightly unhappy.

"We...I..., Zhui'er!" After the big blue eyes she faced disappeared, Qing'er couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw Zhui'er being held by the woman.

"He's fine. Where are you taking him?" Ming Lan asked again, while using magic to help Qing'er calm down.

Qing'er looked at her son longingly and replied, "I'm going to Iron Sword Gate. I don't want to lead him to escape you. I don't remember meeting you, really."

"Iron Sword Sect?" Minglan had never heard of this sect.

Qing'er hurriedly turned around and went to Hongshi's arms to get the oil bag with the map. Only then did she realize that Hongshi was standing motionless behind her holding an oar like a wood carving and clay sculpture, and the raft seemed to be fixed in place by a magical force. It's normal in the water, no matter how fast the river is, the raft doesn't move at all.

Such a strange scene made Qing'er's legs feel a little weak. Before she could turn around to look at the woman, the woman seemed to know what she was thinking and said, "I just locked him down, nothing will happen to you. Don't worry."