Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan felt that Qingniu's words were incorrect and seemed to be hiding something, but in joy, he had no time to think about it. He practiced his fists immediately and felt the role of qi.

Sure, but later, just when he touched some doorways, today his "Bull Demon Fist" practice was easier and smoother than ever before, like old machines with lubricants, there is a kind of pain that can't be said.

And the echo rate is much faster, which seems like a bargain, but the average person, against the enemy, often doesn't dare to attack at all, always leaving room. Because if the enemy dodges the blow with all his might, his figure will inevitably be stiff for a moment, leaving a huge bloom.

He doesn't have to worry about that. Someone else punched him, and he was able to blow three punches, even though he was equally powerful, and he was never his opponent.

Li Qingshan practiced hard for more than a dozen days. Finally, he achieved such “little” results. He couldn't help but rejoice in his heart. He always felt that he was one step closer to his goal.

But thinking about last night's hard work and peril, he looked cold: “But I wonder who gave me this blessing. ”

Qingniu seemed to have accidentally said: “There are no doors to bliss, only people call themselves. ”

But Li Qingshan was bright in his heart. This was the first time the goddess came to ask for the pig's head. The eight words he said certainly did not haunt him for no reason. After careful thought, he immediately came up with some ideas.

He was born and raised in this small mountain village, and he knows a little or two about some of the major things that have happened in the village, and in this remote village, there is not much that could have been described as significant.

One of them was just a few years ago, a family member in the village died of a child's illness.

Li Qingshan was also a child at that time. He also recognized the child named Xiao Mao. Never expected this child to die as a result. This is also an example. Li Qingshan was allowed to return to the status quo ante after drinking Fu Shui, and dared not reveal any more surprising points. At the same time, he was extremely disgusted by the priestess.

Xiao Mao's death was very strange, and he died suddenly overnight, for no reason.

Li Qingshan originally thought that she could not bear the pain of losing her son. Now it seems that she was clearly invaded by Yin Qi. He stood up and the cold light appeared in his eyes: “Turns out, I can't spare her! ”

Qingniu: “Then go kill her! ”

“It's not that simple.” Li Qingshan sat down with his legs on the plate and thought down.

The goddess is not Liu Zhiqiao. This broken house can be compared. Not only is it extremely prestigious in the village, but in the nearby ten miles and eight townships, there is some fame. There are often expatriates who come to ask for divine questions.

If he kills her, he will have to go far away, even if he is wanted at the official house, and now he has no proof and cannot bite her. And most importantly, since she can drive the kid, is there any other way, or not, to know?

Qingniu did not intervene, but his heart was very praised. If Li Qingshan fought yesterday's wind, he went to yell at the goddess to kill him, which would have cost him a lot of hard work.

Things in this world are perfect, brave people inevitably recklessly careless, intelligent people often hesitate, less decisive and bloody, “sword and gallon heart” four words, most rarely.

Li Qingshan wanted to set his mind and pull his legs to the village.

“It's Erlang, have you eaten? Didn't eat at my house.” At the entrance of the village, an old man was hogging his head in the vegetable garden and greeted Li Qingshan warmly.

Yesterday, what happened in Liu's compound has spread throughout the village. Li Jiajiro, who had never heard of it, has now become a celebrity in the village. Regardless of his age, he has gained a few points of respect for this teenager.

Li Qingshan responded, passing through the majority of the village, and came to the small courtyard where several willow trees were planted in front of the door. A small old man with broken clothes leaned against the tree. The drunken man who had drunk early in the morning was a bit of a hermit.

Li Qingshan knew that this was not a hermit tall man, but a regular farmer, the father of Xiao Mao, named Li Fugui, who was actually under 40 years old, but looked like he was 50 or 60 years old. After the death of his wife and children, he did not do much farming either. He borrowed alcohol to quench his grief all day and went mad.

Seeing Li Qingshan approaching, Li Fugui's mouth blurred: “Come, drink, drink," a smell of alcohol came up.

Li Qingshan frowned, grabbed Li Fugui and dragged him into the house. Without saying anything, he scooped a ladle of water into his mouth, choked Li Fugui for a dry cough, and vomited on the door.

Li Qingshan weighed this hut four times, the spider web was full of broken and broken windows. It was really called the Four Walls of the Apostle. I thought that Li Fugui's house was famous in the village. The good land was second only to Liu's housekeeper. His parents gave him this name, and the family had a wonderful life.

Whoever wants to be uncertain in the world, this is how a scourge ends. Li Qingshan can't help but sigh. The little happiness of human beings is too fragile. But his heart was strong, his heart was ambitious, he was most invisible, he was depressed, he was not very polite.

Li Fugui was angry: “You... you... what are you doing? ”

“Uncle Li, are you awake? ”

Li Fugui saw Li Qingshan's unfair gaze and struck a spirit all over him. He was not blind and deaf. He knew exactly what Li Qingshan was doing in the village these days. That was the real Sha Xing: “Yes... what is it? ”

“Do you know how Mao's mother died?” Li Qingshan opened the door to meet the mountain.

“I don't know, I don't know anything.” As soon as Li Fugui heard this, he was frightened and white-faced, leaving without regard.

Li Qingshan grabbed his dry, thin wrist: “How can you afford your wife and son? ”

Li Fugui's figure was stiff: “Jiro, I'm not telling you, that's trouble you can't provoke. Do you want to give your life for nothing? ”

“I don't want any trouble, but trouble has come to me. If I live like you, I'd rather die for nothing. Just tell me what happened back then. ”

Li Fugui heard a shock: “What, have you come to the door?” He hesitated and sighed and spoke.

“Xiao Mao's mother scolded the street in front of the goddess's door and went home to sleep. She couldn't get up the next day. She turned cold and blue. A lot of strange things happened that night, and... and I saw...”

“What do you see? ”

“A child! ”

Li Qingshan finally confirmed that the murderer was the goddess.

Besides, the goddess also told Li Fugui that Xiao Mao not only missed his mother but his father in the basement. It scared Li Fugui into making a huge offering.

As soon as Li Qingshan slapped the wall, he said, "It's too deceptive. Didn't you ever think of avenging your wife and son? ”

Li Fugui was stirred up by the contempt in his words. He ran into the inner room and grabbed a long strip of wrap from the bottom of the crate.

Unpack the package, it's a knife, a good steel knife.

Li Qingshan pulled his knife out of his sheath, a cold wave of Sen Sen surfaced, reflecting his face, must be visible.

The handle is about a foot long, slightly curved, wrapped around Ushir, and is extremely comfortable in the hand. The knife is about two feet long and about four inches wide. It is only one foot stronger than the knife in Li Qingshan's hand, and it is even an inferior knife, too strong.

The knife had a thick back, he held it in his hand, he chopped it, he waved it randomly, there was a broken voice coming out, he couldn't help but praise: “Good knife!” He hasn't seen such a good knife on the set. If he's going to buy it, he'll need a few acres of good fields to replace it.