Chapter 111
Ming Qiao heard someone talking about Fatty. He held the fishing line tightly in his little hands. As he gradually lost consciousness, he weakly retorted:
It's not a fat fish.
It's Fat Jojo.
Fat Jojo is about to be fished out.
The people on the shore couldn't pull the fishing line alone, so he called on his companions to help him pull the line.
His companions were also quite surprised: "Qiangzi, I didn't expect that you finally didn't miss the hook!"
"Such a fat fish is enough for your family to eat for two meals."
"Quick, quick, pull it up!"
Amidst a lively round of laughter, Fat Joe was pulled out on the fishing line and floated to the surface.
As soon as he surfaced, he caused several exclamations.
"It's not a fish, it's a child."
"Bring it up and see if it's still alive."
No fat fish was caught, but a fat baby was caught. The people on the shore didn't get angry, but instead quickly fished the fat baby up.
After they fished the fat kid out, they leaned over to check his breath.
"He's still breathing. He can be saved."
Someone began to press Mingqiao's chest. After a while, Mingqiao spat out a few mouthfuls of water and coughed from his throat.
His little face flushed and he reacted, but his eyes didn't open.
"Whose child is this? Take him home first."
"Take him back and change his clothes, and then find someone to check him out."
"Okay, carry me home. My home is close."
Ming Qiao couldn't hear clearly the voices of these people.
But he could feel that he was being picked up.
His little body was soft and limp as he lay in the other's arms. The other held him and walked very quickly.
I don’t know how much time passed.
When Mingqiao woke up again, he was already in a simple little room. He slept on a wooden bed, covered with a clean quilt.
The wooden bed is hard and a bit uncomfortable.
Ming Qiao opened his eyes, his curly eyelashes trembled, he supported himself on the bed with his small hands, and slowly sat up.
"Anyone there?"
He called out softly.
After he called, no one came in. He lowered his head to check the wooden bracelet and storage ring on his hand.
The wooden bracelet no longer shines.
In the space of the storage ring, the two buds were safe and sound. When they noticed their big brother checking on them, they immediately shook their little leaves, wanting them to be held by him.
"Don't hug me yet."
Ming Qiao coaxed them: "Be good, big brother will hold you later."
One and Two still listen to their eldest brother.
They stayed in the space obediently, killing time in the space on their own.
Ming Qiao looked at them twice again and then heard footsteps at the door.
He quickly looked up at the door.
At the door, a mother and son walked in. When they saw Mingqiao woke up, they smiled.
"Are you feeling better?"
The kind-looking woman sat down next to Ming Qiao, took Ming Qiao's hand, and asked in a gentle voice, "Whose child are you? How did you fall into the water?"
Ming Qiao didn't know where this was.
He blinked his eyes and said in a soft voice, "I don't know how I fell into the water. Auntie, where is this?"
"This is a small fishing village. This is my son, Su Qiang. He was the one who brought you back."
Both Su Qiang and his mother are kind people.
They brought Mingqiao some hot soup and changed him into dry clothes.
When Ming Qiao asked about their Tianjun Realm, the four major cities, and the various major families, they were all confused.
"Qiao Qiao, we have never heard of what you said."
"We are in the rootless world, but Qiangzi and I have always lived in this small fishing village and have never been out."
After Aunt Su finished speaking, she patted Mingqiao's little hand and coaxed him, "Are you lost at home? Don't be afraid, I'll ask Qiangzi to go outside and ask for you."
"Tell Qiangzi your parents' names and where you live, and Qiangzi will go to the town to post a missing relatives notice for you."
Aunt Su is a very enthusiastic person. She helps Mingqiao find his relatives and a home.
Mingqiao looked depressed, feeling that she couldn't find home here at all.
This is not the Tianjun Realm.
There are no fathers and mothers here.
"Okay, it's getting late today, Qiao Qiao, do you want to sleep with Qiangzi or with me?"
Aunt Su's family was not wealthy and only had two rooms and two beds.
Mingqiao has to choose a bed to sleep on.
He looked at Aunt Su, then at Qiangzi, and then pointed at Qiangzi with his little finger.
Qiangzi was very happy: "Okay, let's sleep together tonight."
Qiangzi is very young, easy-going and talkative.
Ming Qiao had been sleeping for a long time during the day, so he was not sleepy now. He sat next to Su Qiang and asked about the rootless world.
Su Qiang told him everything he knew.
In Su Qiang's eyes, Wugenjie is a good place with good weather and good harvests, where people can live and work in peace and contentment. The people here are very peaceful, they farm and fish, or do small businesses, and when they get old, they get married and have children.
Those who are ambitious will go out and try their luck, but those who go out never come back.
I've never heard of anyone cultivating immortality or magic here.
Everyone lives their own little life, leisurely and contented.
"This is a good place, Qiao Qiao. If you can't find your family, you might as well stay here."
By the end of his speech, Su Qiang was feeling a little sleepy.
He yawned and said to Ming Qiao face to face: "We must be on guard against the black disaster. Once the black disaster comes, some villages will be gone."
"But the black disaster won't come easily, so we don't have to worry about it."
Su Qiang was really sleepy. After he finished talking about the black disaster, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Ming Qiao didn't fall asleep.
He stretched out his little body and lay on the bed for a long time before he forced himself to fall asleep.
The next day.
Mingqiao went to the town with Su Qiang. They posted a missing relatives notice in the town and left their address.
After posting the notice, Mingqiao followed Suqiang home.
He stayed at Su Qiang's house temporarily.
The aura of this rootless world is different from that of Cangxuan Continent and Tianjun Realm.
Ming Qiao is trying to continue practicing.
I don’t know if it’s because his five spiritual roots are too amazing, or if he’s just a little genius in cultivation, but his cultivation progress here is as good as in the Tianjun Realm.
Su Qiang knew that he was practicing, and poked his little face with a smile, teasing him: "Qiao Qiao, you are so powerful in your practice, our small fishing village will have to rely on you in the future."
Mingqiao now lives in a small fishing village, and the people in the village take turns feeding him.
He was a grateful kid, so after hearing Su Qiang's words, he patted his chest, raised his chin, and promised solemnly in a baby voice: "Qiao Qiao will protect you!"
He is the only one here who knows how to practice.
If danger comes, he will definitely protect everyone.
Ming Qiao patted her chest to make a promise, which made Su Qiang even happier.
In a day, in addition to practicing, Ming Qiao also goes to do work.
He dug a piece of land and planted vegetables.
He also learned to fish.
He caught more fish than Su Qiang.
"Qiao Qiao, how come you know everything? My mother is nagging you every day. Why don't you just come back to my house and be my mother's child?"
"No, Qiao Qiao has a mother."
Mingqiao sat on his little stool, his chubby face firmly refusing to be someone else's child.
He knew that his journey home this time might be a bit bumpy.
However, no matter how difficult it is, he will go home.
He just wants to be his father and mother's son.
Mingqiao's refusal made Erzhu sigh sadly.
He looked at Mingqiao and it seemed like he really wanted to take Mingqiao home to raise him.
Although there are many children in their village, none of them is as pretty and well-behaved as Ming Qiao.
Many families in the village secretly wanted to adopt Mingqiao.
But Mingqiao didn't want to be adopted.
Time passes day by day.
Ming Qiao practiced, lived, and searched for his relatives at the same time.
His life is busy and fulfilling.
And that night, Mingqiao's busy life came to an end.
The black disaster that Su Qiang mentioned has arrived.
The small fishing village became the unlucky village swept by the black disaster.
When the black disaster came, Mingqiao was still sleeping in bed.
Aunt Su knocked on the door anxiously. Su Qiang got up and opened the door after hearing the noise. After the mother and daughter talked about the black disaster, Su Qiang picked up Ming Qiao and rushed out.
They want to escape.
Every household knows the legend of the black disaster.
This black disaster occurs once every few years, and every time it occurs, some people will suffer.
But after the black disaster, the world will return to peace, and the days of good weather and good harvests will continue again.
No one can do anything about the black disaster.
They can only pray that the black disaster will not befall them.
Mingqiao was wrapped in thick clothes and fled with Su Qiang.
The night sky above his head was covered with dark clouds, with lightning and thunder, and hurricanes sweeping everywhere.
"Brother Qiangzi, is this the Black Disaster?"
"Yes, don't be afraid, let's get out of here, just get out of here."
Su Qiang hugged Ming Qiao and told her not to be afraid, but his voice was a little trembling.
Mingqiao's little face showed through the thick clothes.
He saw a dead body on the ground.
Wherever the black hurricane swept, shriveled corpses were left behind.
"Brother Erzhu."
Mingqiao saw that one of the mummies had a straw bracelet on his wrist.
He made the straw bracelet.
He made a grass bracelet for Erzhu, and Erzhu gave him honey to eat.
Not only Erzhu, Mingqiao also recognized other people.
He also saw that his house had collapsed.
In front of the house, there was a vegetable patch that he had dug.
"Qiao Qiao, didn't you say you could practice?"
Su Qiang, who was still running with Ming Qiao in his arms, slowed down his pace, panting. He held Ming Qiao in one hand and held Aunt Su in the other.
Running like this was very exhausting for him.
He panted and said to Ming Qiao in his arms: "I don't ask you to protect everyone anymore. You have to run out by yourself, run faster and leave the village!"
"You can't escape from the small fishing village. You are not from the small fishing village..."
"You can still escape!"
During the escape, Su Qiang, who had searched for nowhere but found no way out, had a clear premonition of his own fate and the fate of the small fishing village.
They are all finished.
The unlucky village chosen by the black disaster this time was their small fishing village!
Another hurricane is coming.
Ming Qiao was thrown out by Su Qiang.
His small body was thrown into the air and was about to fall when a small wooden sword was placed under his feet.
This small wooden sword was brought by Ming Qiao from Lintian Sect.
He stepped on the small wooden sword and woke up from the nightmare in the middle of the night.
"don't want!"
He looked at Su Qiang, who had thrown him out, being swept into the hurricane. He flew over without a second thought.
"Brother Qiangzi!"
"aunt!"
Ming Qiao shouted at the person closest to him, his baby voice almost breaking.
Su Qiang was pulled out of the hurricane by Ming Qiao.
Aunt Su was also blocked behind Ming Qiao by her small body.
"I will protect you."
Ming Qiao protected Su Qiang and his mother. He raised his little face and saw the source of the hurricane.
The source is in heaven.
He wants to go to heaven!
He wants to disperse the dark clouds, he wants to end the thunder and lightning, and he wants to restore peace here.
Mingqiao does what he says.
His chubby little face did not show any sign of retreat or fear when he was fed by the people of the fishing village.
In the midst of strong winds and lingering darkness.
Ming Qiao rushed into the sky.
He held a small wooden sword in his hand, crushing the dark clouds and hurricanes. The crackling lightning was absorbed by his spiritual roots.
At this moment, his small figure is the last support of the entire fishing village.
Su Qiang, who was supporting Aunt Su, stared blankly at the small figure in the sky. He opened his mouth, almost unable to believe his eyes.
"Qiao Qiao, he really is protecting us..."
Mingqiao is a man of his words.
He said he wanted to protect the small fishing village, and even though his little body was in pain from being struck by lightning, he did not back down at all.
His round eyes were filled with anger, and he hated this sudden black disaster to death!
And just as he was fighting the Black Disaster desperately——
In the darkness, a pair of large hands grabbed the back of his neck.
"Where did this little guy come from? How did he get into the circle?"
As the light voice fell, Ming Qiao's small body was grabbed by a big hand.
And this black disaster suddenly stopped.
The author has something to say:
Qiao Qiao: Revenge for the small fishing village!
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See you brother in the next chapter!
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