Emperor Taizong of Tang was about to call people to rescue him, but suddenly he heard a few loud bangs, and several huge water columns soared into the sky, rushing several soldiers into the sky. Then, a large vortex with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared on the water surface, and a huge black shadow slowly floated to the surface. The soldiers floating on the water surface shouted in horror, struggling desperately to escape from the water. But their power was so small, their struggle was so powerless, one soldier after another was swept into the vortex and disappeared in an instant. A large amount of blood kept floating up from the water, dyeing the large area of ​​water into blood red. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if dyeing the sunset in the sky red.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, a silver-gray Chinese sturgeon that was dozens of meters long surfaced on the water. The Chinese sturgeon itself has a very gentle temperament, but this huge Chinese sturgeon is extremely ferocious. It opens its big mouth and its sharp fish teeth are like guillotines, causing bloody storms on the water.

When the world was peaceful, such monsters appeared, which made Emperor Taizong of Tang extremely angry. He quickly issued a killing order, ordering the soldiers to shoot the monster fish immediately.

Hundreds of archers lined up on the side of the ship, pulling the bows full of bows, shooting one sharp arrow after another at the monster fish. I originally thought that the monster fish would turn into a water hedgehog in an instant. Unexpectedly, the scales of the monster fish were extremely hard, and those strong sharp arrows could not penetrate the scales of the monster fish. The arrows fell on the monster fish, splashing a little bit of fire, making a crisp sound, and many arrows broke on the spot.

People's resistance aroused the anger of the strange fish. The strange fish poked its huge head out of the water, like a cannonball coming out of the borehole, and once again violently crashed into a warship dozens of meters away. With a loud bang, the hard fish head easily penetrated the warship. Hundreds of soldiers fell into the water, blood staining the sky with red screams.

Facing such a monster, even if he swept across thousands of troops, Emperor Taizong of Tang, who pacified China, dared not fight again. He set sail in a hurry and accelerated his escape from this water.

Since then, the Chinese sturgeon has been called the "Iron Headed Dragon King". The legend of the Iron Headed Dragon King is not only circulated in the ancient Yellow River Road, but also recorded in historical books. However, for hundreds or thousands of years, although the ancient Yellow River Road has always had the legend of the Iron Headed Dragon King, very few people have actually seen the Iron Headed Dragon King. The Iron Headed Dragon King has gradually become one of the most mysterious creatures in the ancient Yellow River Road.

Of course, let alone the iron-headed dragon king with a size of ten feet long, even ordinary Chinese sturgeons are almost difficult to see in the Yellow River Basin. No one can verify how the legendary iron-headed dragon king appeared on the Yellow River Ancient Road. People only know that the iron-headed dragon king in the Yellow River Ancient Road has become the exquisite Chinese sturgeon.

"I have been walking on the Yellow River for decades. This is the first time I have seen the Iron-Headed Dragon King. When my knees were weak, I almost knelt down at the Iron-Headed Dragon King. Our small boat has limited horsepower, and coupled with the obstacles of the surging waves, it is impossible to get rid of the Iron-Headed Dragon King.

Your father was also panicked at that time and actually took out a long shotgun from under the deck. The iron-headed Dragon King could not deal with it. It was too late to stop your father when I wanted to stop him. He rushed to the stern and pulled the trigger at the iron-headed Dragon King. I asked your father to stop shooting, because doing so would not only hurt the iron-headed Dragon King, but would also anger it. But your father said he could not sit still and wait for death, so he took a gamble and did not listen to my advice at all.

The iron sand hit the Iron Head Dragon King, as if it was tickling it. With the power of the hunting rifle, it could not penetrate the thick layer of scales on the Iron Head Dragon King. Faced with the iron sand flying all over the sky, the Iron Head Dragon King was finally angry. With a huge tail, the big and hard head hit the stern of the ship fiercely.

The small boat of Wupeng could not withstand such a violent collision. The stern of the boat instantly turned into pieces, and your father fell into the water. Before he could poke his head out of the water, the Iron-Head Dragon King opened his mouth and the water flowed around him back into its mouth. At that time, I watched your father be sucked into his stomach by the Iron-Head Dragon King, but he was powerless.

Maybe my life should not be lost. The Iron Head Dragon King did not continue to attack me, but slowly sank into the bottom of the river and soon disappeared.

It's strange that when the Iron Head Dragon King disappeared, the heavy rain in the sky suddenly stopped. The wind tore the dark clouds into pieces, and the bright sunlight penetrated through the gaps and fell on the water surface. The evil waves no longer rolled, the Yellow River no longer roared, and everything became quiet and beautiful again.

The stern of the Wupeng boat was seriously damaged, and a large amount of river water poured into the cabin. In desperation, I had to give up the boat, put on a lifebuoy and jump into the Yellow River, and drifted along the way. I don’t know how long it took, but a passing fishing boat rescued me. I escaped from death and returned to Hezi Village, but your father will never come back."

Speaking of this, grandpa put down the old cigarette pole, and his old face was covered with tears.

I held my grandfather's hand tightly and didn't say anything.

Grandpa’s statement was thrilling. For so many years, I have never known how my father passed away. When I was a child, I often asked my grandfather, but my grandfather always drank silently and did not answer my questions. Today, I realized that my father was buried in the ancient Yellow River Road.

After a moment of silence, my grandfather said with a sad expression: "Maybe I am really a disaster star. It's all because of my bad luck. I made a tortoise coffin and went home. This time I caused you to get into such a big trouble. Grandpa's heart... is so... uncomfortable..."

"Grandpa, don't say that! Some things are destined to fall on us, and we can't hide even if we want to. This is our fate. Since things have happened, let's face them bravely!" As I said that, I picked up the wine cup.

Grandpa wiped his tears and showed a firm look on his face: "Well said, face it bravely! Child, the Tuoba family is proud of you!"

With Grandpa, a capable old helmsman, joining our team, I am full of confidence in this trip to the Yellow River. In the next few days, we began to prepare busyly.

In order to better ensure our safety, my grandfather took out his savings and bought a second-hand iron boat from the neighboring village. This kind of boat is much better than the traditional Wupeng boat in terms of horsepower and sturdiness. Moreover, the cabin is enough to accommodate the four of us, so it is more comfortable to ride.

We seized the time to inspect the iron boat, replaced some old parts, and replaced it with a more powerful diesel engine. In addition, we also cleaned the cabin, not only piled up sufficient water and dry food, but also laid two quilts, so we could take turns to rest during the boat.

After everything was ready, we boarded the iron boat. Grandpa brought an old hunting rifle, a big red rooster, glutinous rice, and incense candles and sake. According to convention, before officially leaving the boat, we must worship the King of the Yellow River and ask the King of the Yellow River to bless us with peace and safety.

The ancients were very superstitious. When science and technology were still very backward, people were full of awe of nature and believed that the whole world was dominated by gods. Moreover, gods were everywhere, there were gods in heaven, there were gods in mountains, there were gods in seas, and there were river gods in rivers. The so-called Yellow River King actually refers to the river gods who control the Yellow River. We must respect the river gods so that the river gods will bless us. If we do not respect the river gods, once the river gods are angry, we will be doomed.

At the ceremony of worshiping the River God, we still acted very pious. Whether we believe it or not, we still wanted to seek good luck and give good omens. We hope that the journey will be safe and safe without any trouble.

Grandpa put a bowl of snow-white glutinous rice on the deck, and then inserted the lit incense candle into the bowl. He asked me to carry the big red rooster, and took the knife and cut off the chicken's head. The red blood splattered out. Grandpa took the headless rooster and walked around the deck. While splashing the chicken blood on the ground, he whispered a strange sacrifice: "Dear King... You must bless your descendants... You are an immortal god... You can let all the wandering souls go back... Let us a safe ancient road of the Yellow River... yah... yah..."

I haven't heard this song for a long time, and I couldn't help singing it loudly. I didn't expect that so many years have passed and I haven't forgotten it. It turned out that some things have been deeply imprinted in our bodies without knowing it and cannot be erased.

After the song was sung, my grandfather threw the rooster in his hand into the river, and then placed the chopped chicken head upright at the front of the deck. Then, my grandfather sprinkled a pot of sake on the ground, knelt down at the chicken head with a devout look on his face, and bowed respectfully three times.

Seeing this, we knelt down with our grandfather and bowed three times to the bloody chicken head.

After doing all this, the incense candle in the bowl was almost burning. Grandpa said happily: "The King of the Yellow River has shown his power. The incense candle is burning very smoothly without breaking. It seems that our luck this time is good!"

After the incense candle was completely burned out, my grandfather placed the chicken head in the bowl and sank into the water along with the bowl of glutinous rice.

Grandpa folded his hands together and bowed to the water: "Thank you, the King of the Yellow River! Thank you, the King of the Yellow River!"

After the worship ceremony, grandpa patted the dust on his trouser legs and stood up to walk towards the cockpit. When passing by Gu Meidi, grandpa smiled embarrassedly: "Future granddaughter-in-law, don't laugh, don't think grandpa has a brain problem. This is the shipping rules passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors in the Yellow River corpse fishermen!"

Gu Meidi smiled and said, "Don't worry, grandpa, I know this!"
Chapter completed!