Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan asked a lot of questions, and the child answered them one by one, or nodded or shook his head, as if he were not going to lie, but could only answer simple questions. If it was a complicated question, he stood there.

When asked what his name was and where he came from, he shook his head vigorously, and when asked what other tricks the goddess had, he stood there blindly.

Even so, Li Qingshan figured out a lot of things. The child was indeed killed by the goddess and refined into a child for her to drive. And he could have spoken, and when the princess filled him with a bowl of medicine, he wouldn't have spoken.

Li Qingshan suspected that the goddess had abducted the child. Fearing that he would talk on the road, he poisoned him. And whenever he talks about the goddess, the child has a face of fear.

Li Qingshan softly said: “Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will kill the old witch and set you free. ”

Unconsciously, the child approached Li Qingshan and raised his head with a more intimate look on his face.

Li Qingshan revealed a soothing smile and tried to touch his head, but his hands passed from his body and he was suddenly stifled.

The child's divine colour suddenly darkened, his head lowered and he wept silently.

Li Qingshan suddenly felt sad coming from it, leaning heavenly. Why is there always so much inequality in the world? Humanity is killing each other, is it not more brutal than any demon monster will come?

The child held back and looked at Li Qingshan with surprise.

Under the moonlight, the tenacious teenager, the corner of his eyes was actually a little crystal clear.

Li Qingshan mocked herself: “It turns out that it was the boy who had tears and bullets, but he didn't make it to the sad spot, which made you laugh. ”

The child raised his toe, reached out his hand and touched Li Qingshan's face. Removed a few teardrops. He cautioned himself in the palm of his hand and looked a little heavy.

“Stop it!” Li Qingshan's face turned red. Suddenly, it was difficult to understand Qingniu. How could a man's tears be handed over to others?

It reminds me of Qingniu who said that weak and small ghosts have no substance. Only by practicing to a certain degree can they gradually become fictitious and pick up real things. The kid is so weak, he must have picked up something very light.

The child just looks down at the clear liquid in his hand.

Li Qingshan was helpless. He looked around. There was something strange in his heart. Why is it so late? The view around the cabin is a little bleak, but it's all clear.

But when he looked up at the moon, he suddenly realized that it was not late in the dark, but that his eyes had become bright, not only to see at night, but also to wipe away a layer of dust from the window, and to see everything felt incredibly clear.

Li Qingshan muttered to himself: “Brother Niu is indeed a monster, tears still have such a wonderful use. ”

“It's not too early, I'm going to bed, because you didn't rest well yesterday, I have work to do tomorrow, not without the spirit. ”

Li Qingshan went back to his room to sleep. The child squatted in front of the door. His figure was in the light of the moon. He felt some translucency, like a teardrop in his hand.

Li Qingshan slept extremely heavily. He woke up when the sun was bright and felt comfortable. The child has left and is afraid to move during the day.

He washed up a bit, practiced "Bull Demon Fist" casually, picked up the thick-backed steel knife from Li Fugui, thought about it, and brought up a few pieces of lamb and went out.

Three spiteful frowns sat upside down sad face. After Liu Zhiqiao died, their small group lost its main bones. Life in the village was more difficult, almost a mouse crossed the street, everyone shouted.

If you want to learn Liu Zhiqiao's brutality, or Li Qingshan's ferocity, how can you learn? Even eating meals is a problem, let alone drinking and drinking meat. You can only go to Liu's housekeeper's house to help, barely mix meals, how can you get to the old spicy.

At this time, Li Qingshan suddenly climbed the door, and three spitty people rushed to greet him. He only saw him with a cold look, a knife with a hand, and a hand of meat. Naturally, he revealed a power. No one dared to underestimate her because of his age.

The three spinning voices also lightened up a bit, praising Li Qingshan yesterday as a good boy.

Li Qingshan ignored these words and put down the meat on his hands: “There is one more thing to trouble you, these meats are the reward, together with the last piece. ”

“How embarrassing, Erlang. Say something, brothers.” The three spitties said so, busy catching the lamb.

Like last time, Li Qingshan said: "Follow me!” Walk away, only this time, he is no longer bluffing, but an unquestionable order.

Three spiteful men dared not hesitate, but followed him.

Li Qingshan first stayed at the nearby farmer's house, borrowed a hoe and went to Li Fugui's house.

It was almost noon, and the villagers were busy with their morning farm work. It was when they came home from work to eat. When they met Li Jiro, who was really strong in the village, they borrowed the tools with three sprinklers. They didn't know what to do, and they all followed with curiosity. This almost shocked the whole village.

Seeing him come to Lee Fu Gui Gate, I wondered if he was going to teach the drunk this time? I wonder why the drunk offended him. But there is some shame in my heart, relying on many people, bullying a pathetic broken house, and crying out to the village chief in Liu's courtyard, is the exact opposite, one is not afraid of rape, one is bullying weakness.

But the three pimps were happy: "It was long seen that this old drunk was not something.” Still tapping his chest and asking him to do it: “I'll get him out now.” It's been a long time since they've exhaled so much, and this time they're about to take Li Fu Guiliwei and beat him up in front of everyone.

Li Qingshan glanced at them and shouted, “Are you coming? ”

At a strange time, Li Fugui ran out of the house and bit his teeth: "Come! ”

His wonderful sobriety made everyone in the village feel strange. Li Fugui always looked drunk, but after walking from Li Qingshan, Li Fugui was not drinking a sip of wine. He wanted to look forward to it day and night. I didn't think it was just the next day, Li Qingshan came to the door.

At this point, the villagers are even more mysterious, and the excitement is getting hooked up.

Li Qingshan nodded his head and walked forward. He led a group of people to the goddess's brick room. He saw the door closed. Apparently, he had spooked her and ordered three spinning trails: “Break it open! ”

Three Poppyton was frightened. No one in the village was afraid of this goddess. It was Liu Zhiqiao, and they didn't dare to offend. This brick house with temple effect, even more so, had a mysterious colour. They didn't know how many times the strange things happened in this room.

The other villagers saw that he was really looking for the princess's trouble, and it was also a joke.

Someone persuaded: "Jiro, don't be ridiculous! ”

There is also intimidation: "Your disrespect of God is to be requited.” This is a man who believes in the goddess. If he is not afraid of the knife in Li Qingshan's hand, he may have to come up to theorize with him.

Without saying anything, Li Qingshan shouted “bang” and kicked the wooden door open with one foot. His arms were thick and the bars were broken, and he made a loud noise. The alarmed villagers were chilled.

Li Qingshan turned back and ordered three spits: “Stay outside and don't let anyone come in. ”

The three spinning skins answered with a hard scalp, so at least they didn't have to go in.

Li Qingshan crossed the threshold and walked into the courtyard. He came to the front of the hall door and was about to kick the door.

The door automatically separated the two sides, clearly a bright noon, but the door was a piece of black hole, and a cold air swept in.

The goddess, dressed in a brightly colored witch robe, sat on the altar and said with a different voice: "Jiro Li, do you know what you're guilty of? ”

Li Qingshan pulled out a thick-backed steel knife and drank heavily in his mouth: “Come on! ”