He came to the river again and sat crying beside the river. In the end, his tears almost dried, and he was about to cry without tears.

How are bodies buried? No hoe, no iron goblet, even digging by hand, and digging a few large pits to bury their closest people deeply, nor can their bodies be seen.

He made up his mind, looked at the small river, and suddenly thought of his little gourd, the godfish.

He said secretly: "Why don't I put all the water in the small river into the small gourd, and the water in the small river is soft and potty. I find a few big pits to bury my dad. They are more convenient.

Thinking of this, he found the small gourd from the Qiankun bag, lowered his head, thought about the formula, and then opened the mouth of the gourd. He just pulled the mouth of the gourd, and saw a golden light flashing. I do n't know when the dragon fish flew. When he came out, he flew in the palm of his hand, shaking his head and swinging his tail.

Yu Xiao put the arowana on the palm of her hand, touched its golden fish scales, and then touched the feathers of Jingjing Bird, muttering to herself: "Dragon Dragon, Jing Jing, since then, we three have lived together. The river water is so kind, I will keep it in the small gourd forever, and always be with me by my side ... "

He thought for a while and said secretly: "Grandfather Shanhai said, don't look small, gourd can be filled with water from a river, and he said that the gourd is divided into two sides, the left side can be used for water and the right side can be used for water Alcohol, then I'll put the water of the river on the left. "

He pulled out the mouth of the gourd, and then read it according to the old man Shan Shanhai told him, and saw a white light flashing in the gourd, turning it into a clear breath, as if there was an irresistible suction to suck water into the gourd.

The water in the river turned into a waterline, and a waterline continued to go towards the gourd. The river water continued to decrease, and the water level continued to decrease. Finally, the water was almost absorbed, and Yuxiao stopped talking. Stopped the suction of the small gourd, then covered the gourd plug.

The river was soggy and muddy, the river was not large, but the water was clear, but now the water was almost dried up, leaving only sediment.

Suddenly, he found that there was another person in the mud, a small child! The little corpse grabbed a stone in the river water and lay in the mud without moving.

Awesome people! Who is this child? Who is your friend?

Yu Xiao's heart was sore, and then she stepped on the muddy water regardless of it and threw down the corpse!

He lifted the corpse, wiped the mud on the corpse, and couldn't help but yell, "Yeah, hey, you wake up, you wake up!"

This little child is one of his friends. The tadpole is the best water mate in the pal. This time, he may have jumped into the river to escape, but drowned in the river for too long.

I died long ago, no matter how Yu Xiao called, there was no response.

Yu Xiao was sad again for a long time. At this moment, she suddenly heard the cries of the cranes in the air, and Yu Xiao looked up to see that three people appeared in the clouds!

An old man with white hair came on a white crane, holding a whisk in his hand. There was also a white cloth on the white crane, and there were four big characters on it: The Prophet Wei Bu.

An old red-faced man, flying over a super-sized wine gourd, and an old man, sitting on a sword with a rattle played by a child, sang a rhyme and sang a nursery song.

Yu Xiao's fright, could it be a monster again?

But looking at what these people look like, what are the monsters?

In midair, three people drifted down and landed not far from Yuxiao.

The old man with a red-faced bald lees nose looked at the terrible scene, and shook his head constantly: "Hey ... God, it's God ..."

The old man riding a white crane and holding a duster in hand sighed, "Just as soon as I spoke, I knew that there would be great difficulties here, sure enough, sure enough."