That night, Wu Mo asked everyone to go back, but he rode the wind to the ancient mountain.
Banxia didn't close her eyes all night, hugged her little son and stared out the window dazedly.
Arno and Honeysuckle were by the side.
The sound of horse hooves sounded outside the door when the second wave of chirps began to be heard.
Everyone got up excitedly and opened the door with hope but cautiously to see.
I saw a little girl in the arms of a mighty and majestic man on horseback.
Ah Shui giggled, holding the wind-chasing horse's mane in his hand.
Seeing Grandma open the door to greet her, she smiled with crooked eyes, tilted her head and said, "Grandma, I'm hungry! Hurry up and make me something delicious!"
Banxia stepped forward to take her daughter, and hugged her lost and found daughter tightly.
But her heart has been churning and can't be calmed down
She knew that what she was hugging at this time was not just her little daughter, but the new patriarch of the prestigious family in the future.
And for many years after that, she watched with her own eyes how she grew up, how she made so many friends, how she became a biological child, and how she became the only matriarch of a prominent family for thousands of years.
She is more daring and informal than her father, and she has done many things that her father has not done.
Arnold, who has returned from her studies, has been by her side all the time. He is her most powerful right-hand man and her husband who has doted on her all her life.
All of this has become a legend in the history of the prestigious family. Regarding Wu Mo and A Shui, the period of the father and daughter patriarchs was almost the most legendary 100 years in the history of the prestigious family.
And in this hundred years of records, there is such a paragraph, eight hundred years later, a patriarch did not know how many times, carefully figured it out.
The record is like this, it is said that the patriarch Wumo lived to be a hundred years old and finally died.
That night, his wife Banxia accompanied him in front of his kang, while his children and grandchildren accompanied him below.
At this time, the patriarch Wumo sometimes woke up and sometimes fell asleep. When he was awake, his consciousness seemed to return to the past, and he would speak some dreams. When he woke up once, he held his wife Banxia's hand and said, "Where's Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei is back."
Banxia, who is already half-white-haired, weeps, and there is no trace of Láng in Shanggu Mountain, so how could Xiaohei come back?
Wu Mo shook his head in confusion and continued to fall asleep.
On this night, Wu Mo opened his eyes again, and his eyes were bright.
He clasped Banxia's hand tightly and shouted, "I heard it, I heard Xiao Hei's cry, it's back!"
Banxia shook her head, she knew that all this was just an illusion, an illusion.
The children and grandchildren under the kang, including Ah Shui and Anuo, who were also white-haired, lowered their heads and sighed.
But at this moment, a mourning howl suddenly came from the distant ancient mountain.
It was a láng howl that has been extinct for more than 70 years, showing sadness and loneliness, and it resounded through the ancient mountains and the noble family village.
The children and grandchildren all widened their eyes, and Banxia was also stunned, and couldn't help but open the window and look over.
Wu Mo let go of the hand that held Ban Xia, he struggled to pull out his last smile, and murmured: Ban Xia, Xiao Hei, come back to see me Le'er.
After saying this, he fell asleep completely and never woke up again.
The patriarch who was 800 years later looked at the parchment scroll that recorded this page again, and then picked up a painting next to it.
It was a painting of a huge black láng howling under the full moon.
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A Bei carried the bamboo basket on his back and climbed the mountain with his head down.
At this time, the sky in the south darkened, and the sound of rolling thunder sounded.
Others say that this kid is stupid, but Abe doesn't think she is stupid, she knows it's going to rain heavily.
It was raining heavily, and it was really bad to go up the mountain at this time, but Abei had no choice. Grandma said that my brother wanted to eat monkey fruit, but there were no fresh ones at home, but there were some in the mountains, so she asked Abei to go up the mountain to pick them.
Abei touched her stomach. In fact, she hadn't had dinner yet. She told her grandma that she wanted to eat, but she still drove her out.
Abei swallowed her saliva, she thought to herself that when she found the monkey fruit on the mountain, she must eat one first, and bring the rest back to Adi.
While thinking about the monkey fruit on the mountain, Ah Bei continued to climb the mountain.
The ancient mountain is an old mountain. I heard that their clansmen have lived under the mountain for more than a thousand years, maybe even almost two thousand years. At this time, the thunder was rolling, and the sky was black and black, which looked very scary.
A Bei shrank her shoulders, she was a little scared.
She is afraid of thunder, afraid of rain, and she is afraid of water.
She unloaded the bamboo basket and put it on her head, hoping to keep out the rain.
At this moment, she seemed to hear something, like the whimper of a small animal after being injured.
Ah Bei's head was not bright, but her ears were very smart. She put up her ears and listened carefully, and finally found the right direction: in the wild bushes by the roadside.
Carrying the bamboo basket, she walked in cautiously and took a few steps to take a look. She was afraid of snakes in the rough bushes.
Walking forward in the direction of the sound, she opened the half-person-high Ye Rong, passed through the wrong branches and leaves, and finally she finally saw the thing that made the sound.
Is this... is it the legendary láng?
Ah Bei has never seen Láng, but she has heard of it.
Many years ago, there were láng in Shanggu Mountain, and there were many more. But then a fire broke out and the láng group disappeared, and no one has seen any láng since then.
A Bei was only at the patriarch's grandfather's house, and had seen the picture drawn on the parchment, there was a láng on it, it was black, and it looked tall and majestic.
A Bei tilted her head and looked at this one for a while, and she found that this one was too similar to that one.
It seems that they all look alike!
Hei Láng was lying there. He had lowered his head and licked his front paws. When he saw Abei's appearance, he immediately looked at Abei cautiously.
One person at a time, they looked at each other for a while.
In the end, A Bei spoke first, and she asked Da Láng with her still childish eyes, "You, why are you here?"
Hei Láng stared deeply and sharply at the person in front of him for a while, and finally saw that it was just a little girl, so he relaxed his vigilance. At this time, listening to the silly question asked by the little girl, he couldn't help but glanced at her contemptuously.
Looking at the pretty and fair little girl, how could she ask such a silly question!
If it wasn't injured, how could it be lying here pitifully?
After Abei asked, seeing that he ignored him, he shrank his shoulders and stopped asking. She looked down at the láng again, seeing the blood on the láng's claws, she couldn't help but ask: "Do you hurt?"
Hei Láng glanced at Abei with more and more disgust, his sharp eyes like knives.
Where did such an ignorant little girl come from, why didn't she go home? No need to be annoying here.
Seeing that Da Láng was very unhappy, Abe tilted his head to think for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion, and said with a full face, "Your leg hurts a lot, it hurts so much that it's not good."
Hei Láng glanced at A Bei again with contempt. He didn't bother to pay attention to this little girl who was talking like a bull's lip. He just hoped that she would get out of the way quickly, don't mess with her here. It's annoying.
But Abei didn't know what Hei Láng was thinking, she said to him: "You are injured, I'll find medicine for you."
As she said that, she stood up and wanted to find Lan Ai Rough. Lan Ai Rough was a kind of Rough unique to the ancient mountains. This Rough application on the wound will heal quickly.
Hei láng ignored Abei, closed his eyes and rested.
But Lan Aizhu is not everywhere. Just as Abei was looking around, the pea-sized raindrops were already falling down.
A Bei quickly picked up the bamboo basket on the ground and put it on her head again, but soon she remembered the wild láng on the ground.
"Da láng, you are injured, you are more afraid of water, right?" Abei is very kind.
The kind-hearted woman touched her bamboo basket in embarrassment: "I only have one basket, what should I do?" She was reluctant to give her bamboo basket to the elder.
But how smart she is, she quickly thought of a good idea: "I'll help you cover the rain!"
Saying this, she walked over obligingly, bent over and leaned over the big láng, using her body to cover the top of the big láng's head.
The thunderstorm smashed the sky and covered the earth, and the bamboo basket was made of woven fabrics, which could not cover a few drops of rain. Bei's chin dripped onto Ye Lang's head.
Ye Láng opened his eyes, only to feel the rain hitting his eyes.
It raised its eyes and glanced at Abei, only to see the little girl bent over in a strange posture, covering her body above him. And this little girl is holding a bamboo basket on her head.
It has not seen a human for many years. I remember the last time I saw a woman from a prominent family, it was 800 years ago, when I was young.
It remembers that although those human women are not smart, they are not so stupid?
Didn't this little girl see that there were huge pupa leaves under the tree on the side that were just picked to keep out the rain? How could she think that the bamboo basket full of holes could cover her head? How could she think that she could cover herself from the rain with just a small body that she could eat?
It really wants to ask this little girl: Stupid, are you tired like this?
A Bei was actually very tired, but when she thought of this poor big láng, she felt that she should continue to persevere!
At this time, she saw Da Láng open her eyes, and she looked at the tree beside her.
She opened her eyes diligently in the rain and looked over, only to see a few shriveled small fruits on the tree, which were swaying and swaying in the wind, rain and thunder.
She swallowed again: "You, are you hungry? I'm hungry too..."
Speaking of being hungry, her stomach began to growl: "I'll go pick those little fruits and eat them!"
She has forgotten her mission to help the big láng to cover the rain, and she moved her footsteps and started walking towards the small fruit tree. Who knew that she had bent over and stood for too long, her legs and feet were sore, and the snowy mountain was slippery. As soon as she took a step, a dog came to gnaw on the ground, and she fell firmly on the ground.
Hei láng closed his eyes helplessly, how can a human woman be so stupid. It tries hard to remember, is it the same with women it has seen before? Or is it that it has not heard of the world for the past eight hundred years, and that human beings have degenerated?
But Abei didn't know what Hei Láng was thinking, she struggled to get up again, ignoring the mud on her face and hands, she struggled to get under the tree again, and then put her toes on her toes and started to reach those few shriveled shrivells. Small fruit.
She was so hungry that she wanted to eat them.
Seeing something that could be eaten, her stomach thumped again.
But no matter how high she raised her toes, she was always out of reach. Those few fruits that were so beautiful in her eyes that she couldn't wait to swallow, always floated on her fingertips, slid away, and were very naughty.
Her bamboo basket had fallen to the ground, and the rain was running down her hair, washing the mud off her body. Her clothes were already clinging to her body because of the wetness, revealing her delicate little figure.
The big láng looked at it from behind, and suddenly realized that this little girl was not as young as she imagined, maybe she should be fourteen or fifteen years old.
The big láng opened his mouth, and a little white light flashed from his mouth, and the few floating fruits suddenly fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
A Bei was so surprised that she smiled and blossomed. She picked up the bamboo basket and continued to buckle it on her head to protect herself from the rain. Then, holding the bamboo basket with one hand, she began to pick up a few fruits with the other.