Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 17

Seeing Li Chijing's immature face was full of stern expressions, Ye Chengfu in the crowd paused, holding a torch and rubbing his chin in thought:
"I'm afraid this fourth son is not a good guy. The leading good deer is dead, and the remaining three evil wolves, the big one is cunning, the little one is fierce. This Lijing village will become Li Jing in less than ten years. Let’s talk about it at home!”

Everyone paused for a few breaths, but someone answered in a low voice:
"Long Lake was killed by refugees!"

Li Xiangping held back his tears and knelt beside Li Changhu, turned his head to look at Tian Shoushui, choked up and asked:

"Uncle Tian, ​​what's the matter?"

"It's probably the remnants of the Yuan family."

Li Mutian squeezed out a few words between his teeth, looked at Tian Shoushui who lowered his head in shame, glanced at the surrounding villagers, and shouted:
"Li Tongya!"

Li Tongya wiped away his tears when he heard the words, stood up and bowed his hands to the villagers, and said loudly:

"I've disturbed you all tonight, and I ask you to disperse first, so you don't need to stay here."

After saying that, he bowed to support Liu Linfeng, and whispered in his ear:
"I also ask uncle to lead people to control those refugees first, in case someone takes advantage of the chaos to cause trouble, and I will arrive later."

"well…"

Kneeling in front of Li Mutian, Liu Linfeng was cowering and timid, like a light on his back, he heard the words as if he had received an amnesty, he repeatedly said yes, and led him away.

Tian Shoushui and Ren Ping'an carried Li Changhu on the ground to the backyard of Li's house, but heard a burst of crying in the main courtyard, but it was Mrs. Ren who passed out after hearing the bad news. Go find Mr.

"Big brother..."

Tian Shoushui put down Li Changhu, with tears in his eyes, just about to say something, but Li Mutian waved his hand and said wearily:

"Pingan go to see the Ren family. Shou Shui and Liu Linfeng first look at the refugees. Without my Li family's statement, he might be helpless."

"Yes."

Tian Shoushui was stunned, wiped his tears and stepped back, Ren Pingan also nodded blankly, and went to take care of Ren Ping'er.

There were no outsiders in the backyard, only a few brothers from the Li family were left, weeping softly.

Finally Li Mutian couldn't restrain himself, like a wounded lone wolf, he sat beside his eldest son and howled softly.

"Long Lake——"

Several brothers also started to cry one after another, Li Tongya and Li Xiangping were relatively restrained, while Li Chijing was still young, but cried to death.

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In the middle of the night, Lijing Village was in chaos. Old man Xu walked to the back mountain alone with a hoe, twisted and turned along the path, and saw a continuous group of tombs appearing in front of him among the overgrown weeds.

The old man Xu stopped and took a closer look. As expected, a young man in ragged clothes and an animal fur coat was sitting leisurely beside the small tombstone in the corner, talking with his legs spread apart.

With a movement of his ears, the young man sharply looked up and saw that the person who came was just a simple and honest old farmer who looked too old to walk. He clapped his hands, tilted his head with a smile and said:

"Where did the old man come from!"

The old man Xu didn't respond to him, but walked very slowly on purpose, moved forward tremblingly, stared at the young man pretending to be vigilant, knelt down by the tomb, hugged the tombstone and cried in a low voice.

The young man listened carefully, and there was some vague words like revenge for the great vengeance, rest in peace for the Lord's family, and his heart suddenly moved.

When he was young, his family was ruined and he was displaced. For the first half of his life, he worked as a tenant for others. He practiced hard with this dagger every night. He only hoped that one day he could cut off Li Mutian's head with his own hands to sacrifice to his parents.

Now that I have a little revenge, my heart is extremely happy, there are thousands of words I want to say, but there is no one around me to share the joy and happiness, just like this old man said, killing him before leaving, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

Thinking of this, the young man smiled and said:
"You come here to cry at the Yuan family's tomb, aren't you afraid that the Li family will find you trouble?"

"The old man's time is numbered..."

The old man Xu wiped away his tears and looked down at the young man, but his face turned pale with shock, he knelt down and said:

"Little Master!"

"Ok?"

The young man was taken aback, and thought to himself:

"Didn't this old man meet me in the village? It's better to kill him and run away, to save a lot of trouble."

Old man Xu covered his tears and said again:

"The mistress often came to sit on the field with the young master in her arms, so she knew the young master. The old man still remembers that you have three moles on your feet, which can prove it."

Old man Xu has lived for more than seventy years, he has grown old and mature, and he is forced to act because of the effect. The young man lost his murderous intentions in shock, he was stunned, and asked hastily:

"Do you remember my mother's face?"

"I remember."

Old man Xu took out a branch from the haystack, loosened the soil with a hoe, and began to carve it carefully.

The young man was very excited, but he looked down at the old man Xu gloomyly from time to time. Thoughts kept flashing in his mind. At one moment he felt that he should be killed, and at another moment he felt that he should be kidnapped and asked more about his mother.

Not long after, old man Xu got up to paint. Although he was a farmer, he had been painting door gods and auspicious paintings for the villagers all the year round.

"Mother!"

The young man turned over and knelt down to look, and saw the faint eyebrows and eyes in the dream, and suddenly wept softly. The grievances and depression of 22 years all came to his heart, and he couldn't help crying like a fountain.

The old man Xu wailed and sighed, and kept saying good things about the mistress, and for a while the young man couldn't hold back his tears.

"The old man still remembers the face of the master's family, wait for me to draw it."

After listening to old man Xu's words, the young man believed in him eight percent, wiped away his tears, and agreed without raising his head.

Old man Xu was raising his hoe to loosen the soil for painting, his eyes were full of cruelty, the hoe was raised high, the bright silver blade of the hoe flickered lightly in the moonlight, and then fell suddenly, hitting the young man's neck.

The young man traveled with the refugees for a day, tried his best to assassinate Li Changhu, and then got rid of Tian Shoushui in the reeds. He was already exhausted and collapsed.Now, with great joy and great sorrow, his legs and feet have already weakened, and he has no intention of avoiding it, and he just happened to be hit by the old man Xu.

Old man Xu has been farming all year round, and his body is still healthy. This smashing was really a muffled sound, which broke his muscles and bones.The young man threw himself straight to the ground, tilted his head upwards, his eyes turned white, his hands and feet twitched continuously, and he vomited white foam.

While the old man fell to the ground, another hoe was right on the young man's head, completely killing him.

The old man Xu was worried, so he smashed it more than a dozen times indiscriminately, causing blood to fly everywhere, white and red flowing all over the ground.Turning the young man over to look, he was no longer breathing, and there was still sadness on the face of the corpse.

He finally lost his strength, sat down on the ground, stretched out his dry hands to cover his face, and cried out in pain:

"Nie Yuan! Nie Yuan..."

(End of this chapter)