Wu Tang Flourishing age

Laoxiaoding, Tibetan wind slope, oblique willows and buried solitary graves.

In October, the overcast wind howled, and a new grave was added on the leeward slope of laoxiaoding outside Lijia village today.

It was a funeral that few people attended.

Li Luoyang almost kept silent throughout the funeral. He silently looked at Lin Luoshui and Li Guo's sweaty digging, put in the clothes and used items Li cunxiao had worn, and then continued to silently look at a pile of loess covered, patted tightly, and laid stones.

In the overcast sky, the miscellaneous wooden tombstone stood up, the Yellow watch paper flew wantonly in the overcast wind, and the soul calling flags shouted and cried, mixed with the tears of women and teenagers. Li Luoyang continued to remain silent, with a gloomy face that a ten-year-old should not have, and a sneer on his mouth.

The funeral is not over. Li Luoyang continues to kneel and his knees are numb, but he must continue to endure. If he can't even do this, how can he become a successful invisible tycoon in his last life?

Although she could only see the back of her mother Lin Luoshui, her every move could not escape Li Luoyang's eyes, including that after she repeated several times, she finally secretly took out scissors from her sleeve cage and stabbed her face.

The sharp tip just pierced into the skin with a touch, and the originally cold and sad air became fishy and smelly. The child's sense of smell was sensitive. Li jumped up and fell down again frightened by the wound on Lin Luoshui's face.

"Mother!"

Fifteen year old Li Guo hugged Lin Luoshui's calf tightly and burst into tears. In fact, Li Luoyang was startled by Lin Luoshui's cleanliness! The corners of his eyes jumped unconsciously. Li Luoyang took a heavy breath, looked up at the sky with increasingly thick dark clouds, and was speechless in his heart.

"This is the age of dog day!"

He didn't understand why Wu Zetian of the world could completely replace Li Tang. The Wu Zhou orthodoxy handed down by Li Tang has lasted for more than 400 years.

"Are the descendants of Li Shimin all over the world rubbish? Then, the master of literature and martial arts wrote that 'the incense array soars into the sky and penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city brings golden armor' to the Yellow nest? Did he sell chrysanthemums instead of fighting in the Wu Zhou Dynasty, and did Zhao Kuangyin, who should have been wearing yellow robes in the Chen Qiao mutiny, sell herbal tea in Jiama camp in Luoyang all his life?"

Li Luoyang judged that the Wuzhou Dynasty, which used to have protectors all over Eurasia, had entered a declining stage, which was the helplessness of the times and his misfortune. However, life must continue. Watching Lin Luoshui carve flowers on his face with scissors is not what Li Luoyang should do.

"Pass the child. Don't cry"

Lin Luoshui's voice trembled, even more than the cold trumpet birds singing at night in the twelfth lunar month. She stretched out her hand to touch Li Guo's head, but strings of blood beads fell on Li Guo's head faster than her fingers, flowed on Li Guo's face, or got into hemp clothes to become an indelible trace, or fell into the Loess and completely integrated into this world.

"I'd better persuade you first."

With this idea, Li Luoyang stood up after all, but he was still kneading his knees. Li Guo, who had howled enough, opened his mouth to Linluo waterway: "my mother doesn't have to care too much about the gossip of those people. If those people come again, the child will kill them all."

Lin Luoshui's body shook slightly, and the scissors in his hand couldn't help putting them down, "what are you talking about!"

"I'm already practicing martial arts in the post station? If those matchmakers come again, they'll make an example!" Li Guo waved.

"I'll go! Why didn't I find out that my brother is still a fierce man!" Li Luoyang silently looked at the excited Li Guo. To tell the truth, he still admired my brother's courage.

"Post station?" Lin Luoshui first shook his head slightly, showing a trace of disdain at the corners of his mouth, and then quickly put his fierce eyes on Li Guo, "kill chickens and make an example of monkeys? Your idiom is good, but do you really dare to kill people?"

"I'm just a few old women." Li Guosheng was "a child's face of the national great Xia". At this time, the excitement on his face solidified. Killing people is not killing chickens and fish after all.

"Just a few old women? They have no husband and no son? Are you finished? Even if you can finish it, is that a decoration in the Yamen? Your father is dead, are you going to drag our family on the road?"

"I only know that killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a male!"

"Who did you listen to?"

"I"

Li Guo was a little confused. He unconsciously turned his head and looked at Li Luoyang.

"It's really a leaky pot. Although it's nothing to kill a few people, it's really your fault to say it. The key is that you still hurt me." Li Luoyang had a slight headache and had to step forward and slightly straighten his chest in exchange for Lin Luoshui's cold eyes.

"Such words can no longer be on the premise of people. Go and pack up your things later."

Lin Luoshui recovered his indifference, stopped looking at his two sons, and picked up the scissors to continue. Perhaps if this face is destroyed, the prodigal son will not whistle around the fence; The matchmaker with broken mouth will no longer step on the threshold of the Li family; The elders in the village will no longer send messages; The eldest son, Li Guo, will not become a murderer.

"OK, OK, but you don't have to be disfigured. Locust rice, safflower and gallnut can't be washed off after they paste their face with chicken. It's like disfigured face." Li Luoyang reluctantly kicked a stone and said.

"Although it's embarrassing to use this method, it must be right, and it can be cleaned with soap horn and lime after boiling."

Li Luoyang didn't think that just a little damage on the skin could stop the fools on the brain of those sperm insects, but Lin Luoshui relaxed a lot and whispered to Li Luoyang, "your father's martial arts are not weak."

"What?" Li Luoyang thought he had heard wrong.

"I said your father really wants to let go of his hands and feet. It's nothing to mention a mountain thief."

"There is such a thing, that father?" Li Luoyang frowned. No wonder Lin Luoshui has not been particularly sad. He is so disgusted with those people who propose marriage. There are such reasons in his feelings.

"But don't hope too much. Either your father is really dead, or the crisis is so big that he has to pretend to be dead, no matter what kind."

"I see. The conclusion is that we are all very sad in the next days." Li Luoyang nodded.

A ten-year-old child can say such words, which is reasonable enough to surprise people, but Lin Luoshui didn't have much surprise on his face. Li Guo picked up good things and turned around, but he didn't find the secret of mother and son here.

Looking at Li Guo's appearance, Li Luoyang sighed silently in his heart. He was not afraid that he would not be able to live in peace in the future. In his previous life, he was always playing with the rules. When he died, he was actually tired of such a life, so he decided to do something high-grade in his life, such as breaking the rules and establishing the rules. As for whether to open a harem and refer to the development of his body, he felt that it was not time to worry.

"Go home."

Li Guo packed up his things. Lin Luoshui looked at the tombs again and said.

"It's good to go home." Li Luoyang nodded and spent time with Li, following Lin Luoshui's footsteps. The mother and son helped each other down the mountain in the cold wind. It was a very sad scene. Apart from the world, only a bad old man saw it.