Seeing that Li Chijing's still immature face was full of fierce expressions, Ye Chengfu in the crowd paused, held a torch and touched his chin and thought:
"This fourth son is probably not a good commodity, the leading good deer is dead, and the remaining three evil wolves, the big one is cunning, the small one is fierce, this Lijing Village will become a hall of the Li family within ten years!"
Everyone paused for a while, but heard someone answer in a low voice:
"Changhu was killed by refugees!"
Li Xiangping held back tears and knelt beside Li Changhu, turned his head to look at Tian Shoushui, and choked up and asked:
"Uncle Tian, what is this?"
"Most likely it is the remnants of the Yuan family."
Li Mutian squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, looked at Tian Shoushui who was bowing his head in shame and was silent, glanced at the villagers around him, and shouted:
"Li Tongya!"
Li Tongya wiped away his tears when he heard this, stood up and bowed to the villagers, and said loudly:
"I disturb you tonight, so please disperse first, don't stay here."
After saying that, he bowed and helped Liu Linfeng up, and said in his ear:
"Please also ask my uncle to lead people to control those refugees first, in case someone takes advantage of the chaos to cause trouble, I will arrive later."
"Okay, okay..."
Liu Linfeng knelt in front of Li Mutian and was already cowering, like a thorn in his back, and when he heard the words, he felt like he was granted amnesty, and he said yes again and again, and took people away.
Tian Shoushui and Ren Ping'an carried Li Changhu on the ground and put it in the backyard of the Li family, but they heard a burst of crying in the main courtyard, but it was Ren who fainted when he heard the bad news.
"Big brother......"
Tian Shoushui put down Li Changhu, with tears in his eyes, and was about to say something, but Li Mutian waved his hand and said tiredly:
"Go see Ren safely, Shou Shui, you first look at the refugees with Liu Linfeng, without my Li family's statement, I am afraid he will be restrained."
"Yes."
Tian Shoushui was stunned, wiped his tears and withdrew, Ren Ping'an also nodded blankly, and went to take care of Ren Ping'er.
There were no outsiders in the backyard, only a few brothers of the Li family were left, crying in low voices.
Li Mutian finally couldn't restrain himself, like an injured lone wolf, sitting next to his eldest son and wailing lowly.
"Changhu Yo-"
Several brothers also cried one after another, Li Tongya and Li Xiangping were still restrained, but Li Chijing was still young, but he cried to death.
Lu Jiangxian in the mirror couldn't help but sigh, the mirror surface was shining, and he cast a meditation spell to prevent the old man from being extremely sad and hurting his body, and let the Li family add to the trouble.
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In the middle of the night, Lijing Village was in chaos, and Old Man Xu walked to the back mountain alone with a hoe, twisting and turning along the path, looking at the continuous tombs appearing in front of him among the overgrown weeds.
Old man Xu stopped and took a look, and sure enough, a young man in ragged clothes and a beastskin coat around his waist was sitting leisurely next to the small tombstone in the corner, spreading his legs and saying something.
As soon as his ears moved, the young man looked up keenly, and saw that the visitor was just a simple old farmer who looked too old to walk, and he even clapped his hands, tilted his head with a smile and said:
"Where did the old man come from!"
Old man Xu didn't respond to him, deliberately walked extremely slowly, moved tremblingly to the front of him, pretended to be vigilant at the young man, knelt down by the tomb, and cried in a low voice while holding the tombstone.
The young man listened carefully, vaguely saying that some great revenge would be avenged, and the lord's family would rest in peace, and his heart suddenly moved.
He was a tenant for others in the first half of his life, and he practiced hard with this dagger every night, hoping that one day he could cut off Li Mutian's head with his own hands to sacrifice his parents.
Now that the great revenge is slightly avenged, 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 pleasure.
Thinking of this, the young man smiled and said:
"You came to this Yuan family tomb to cry, aren't you afraid that the Li family will trouble you?"
"The old man's time is running out......"
Old man Xu responded with tears in his eyes, glanced down at the young man, but was shocked, knelt down on the ground and said:
"Young master!"
"Huh?"
The young man was taken aback and said to himself:
"Didn't this old man see me at the head of the village? It's better to kill him and escape, so you don't have to worry a lot."
Old man Xu covered his tears and said again:
"The mistress often comes to sit in the field with the young master in her arms, so she recognizes the young master, and the old man still remembers that you have three black moles on your feet, which can be proof of this."
Old man Xu has lived for more than seventy years, and he has become a spirit, but because of the result, the young man was shocked and frozen, stunned, and hurriedly asked:
"Then do you remember my mother's appearance?"
"I remember."
Old man Xu took out a branch from the haystack, threw loose the soil with a hoe, and depicted it carefully.
The young man was excited, but he looked down at Old Man Xu gloomy from time to time, his thoughts kept flashing in his heart, one moment he felt that he should kill him, and the other moment he felt that he should kidnap him and ask more news about his mother.
Although he is a farmer, he paints auspicious paintings for the villagers all year round.
"Mother!"
The young man turned over and knelt down to take a look, and when he saw the faint eyebrows and eyes in the dream, he suddenly cried lowly, and the grievances and depression of twenty-two years came to his heart, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Old man Xu sighed on the side, talking about the good of his mistress, and the young man couldn't hold back his tears for a while.
"The old man still remembers the appearance of the master's family, waiting for me to draw it."
After listening to Old Man Xu's words, the young man had already believed in him for eight points, wiped away his tears, and promised without raising his head.
The hoe was raised high, and the bright silver hoe blade flashed lightly in the moonlight, and fell suddenly, but it smashed into the young man's neck.
The young man ran with the refugees for a day, tried his best to assassinate Li Changhu, and shook off Tian Shoushui in the reeds, already tired and collapsed. Now that he was overjoyed and sad, his legs and feet had already softened, and he had no intention of avoiding it, and he happened to be smashed by Old Man Xu.
Old man Xu has been farming all year round and is still in good health, but this smash was really a muffled sound, breaking people's bones and breaking bones. The young man threw himself straight to the ground, tilted his head upwards, rolled his eyes, kept twitching his hands and feet, and foamed at the mouth.
The old man took advantage of him falling to the ground, and another hoe was hoeing on the young man's head, completely making him breathless.
Old man Xu was worried, so he smashed it more than a dozen times, smashing it so much that blood and flesh flew all over the ground. When he turned the young man over, he was already breathless, and his face still had sadness.
He finally lost his strength, sat on the ground, stretched out his dry hand to cover his face, and cried in pain:
"Evil fate! It's a bad fate......"