Five years later.
The morning sun broke through the layers of mist in the mountains, scattering through the gaps between the treetops and leaves, imprinting pale golden fragments all over the ground.
The Li family has planted land on the shore of Wangyue Lake for another five years, and it has been sixteen or seventeen years since they picked up the mirror, and the stone road on Lijing Mountain gradually turned blue, and the birds chirped on the branches, creating a new scene.
And Old Man Xu sat blankly next to the moss-covered stone tablet, his rickety body complemented the cold tombstone, and his withered yellow hands were holding a handful of dirt tightly.
"Old man...... Why are you not dead?"
Old man Xu went to Lijing Mountain a few years ago, saying that he wanted to guard the cemetery for the Li family, but Li Xiangping and others couldn't resist him, so they had to let him go.
Li Xuanxuan built a hut next to the cemetery on Lijing Mountain, often bringing something to see him, Old Man Xu can play tricks, can weave grass crickets, and can draw something, the children of the Li family all run to the hut every three days, Li Xuanfeng has no playmates of the right age on the mountain, and his father is busy, and he has been playing with Old Man Xu in the past few years.
Old man Xu smiled and played with the children, but secretly waited for death, and every night when he fell asleep, he thought: "Shouldn't I die tomorrow?" As a result, I woke up as usual tomorrow, and the sun still rose normally.
Just yesterday, Old Man Xu was hesitating and staggering to be eighty years old.
"Damn it, why did someone live to be eighty years old and not die?"
Old man Xu squinted and looked at the hillside in the distance, under the golden sunlight, a small figure waved his hand on the hillside, and the golden sunlight stretched his back very long.
"Xuanfeng is here to see you~ Xu-Da-master-"
The child was covered in stains, his face was stained with mud, his hair was scattered strands of hair, he looked a little chic, and even a little arrogant, holding a small wooden bow in his hand and a small quiver tied to his waist.
The child was bouncing down from the hillside sprinkled with golden sunlight, while Old Man Xu was nestled in a dark corner and struggling to death.
"Is Xuanxuan here?"
Old man Xu became much more conscious, raised his head, and stumbled and spoke.
"Uncle Xu, I am Li Xuanfeng, my father is Li Xiangping, not Li Changhu."
Li Xuanfeng giggled, untied the rope on his pants, found a tombstone of similar height next to the old man, hummed and urinated.
After just peeing for a while, Li Xuanfeng was about to lift his pants and finish work, but the old man Xu stared, barely lifted his crutch, snapped Li Xuanfeng's buttocks, and shouted:
"You fucking it, that's your great-grandfather's grave."
Li Xuanfeng staggered and trembled aggrievedly, then pulled up his pants, tied the rope between his pants, and said with a face full of dissatisfaction:
"Death is dead! Why don't you pee yet? How did he die?"
"Poisoned."
Old man Xu was a lot more energetic after such a toss, so he barely sat up and said:
"Many years ago, your Li family was not so strong, there was a big family, called the Yuan family, which poisoned your great-grandfather and your second master, and wanted to annex the land."
"Later, your grandfather came back with a knife and killed the Yuan family, but instead took the land of others and divided it."
Li Xuanfeng propped up his small hands, sat on the moss tombstone on the side, smiled, and said loudly:
"Good kill!"
Old man Xu glared at him, and then continued:
"What's good, Yuan family...... escaped a doll, and came back in 22 years to kill your uncle!"
"Hey?!"
Li Xuanfeng's eyes narrowed suddenly, the child's slender eyelashes moved between his eyebrows, and he scolded:
"It's all thanks to grandpa's unkind behavior, he was able to kill the whole family clean, but one of them was able to escape."
Old man Xu stared at him blankly and said softly:
"What a bad thing! Your Li family has been bad since you were a child."
Li Xuanfeng shook his head unconvincedly and said loudly:
"Why can his Yuan family kill my Li family, kill my Li family and kill one less, and wait for my family to be slaughtered all over the house, my Li family killed a doll, and I am also waiting for him to come to my door to retaliate! What is the dispute between good and bad?"
Old man Xu also shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"When will the retribution end..."
"If the hands and feet are not good, when will the grievances be avenged, if the family is slaughtered, what grievances can be avenged?"
Li Xuanfeng scolded, his immature face was full of disdain, and he didn't look like a seven or eight-year-old child.
Old man Xu coughed twice and laughed at himself:
"The old man saw too much life and death, so he was afraid of killing, but it was better for you to be a doll."
"Uncle Xu."
Li Xuanfeng stood beside him seriously and spoke:
"Sheep eat grass, wolves eat sheep, humans eat meat, demons eat people, everything in the world is you eat me, I eat you."
"That's what my father said."
Straightening his back, he made a serious look and pretended to be old-fashioned:
"Feng'er! The world is a world of great strife!"
After saying that, he laughed and rolled on the ground a few times, which made the old man Xu on the ground cough and laugh.
Old man Xu laughed for a while, and slowly spoke:
"Once upon a time, there was a family living on the edge of the village, my father farmed diligently, and my mother took care of their three dolls."
"One day, when my father saw fireworks in the next village, he asked the little boy Xu San to go up the mountain to chop firewood.
"But as soon as he got home, Xu San saw blood stains all over the place, and more than a dozen people were sitting around his family yard, setting up a cauldron, and his parents were placed in the pot, and his two brothers had been shaved and piled up in two."
"Xu San was frightened, he turned around and ran away, hiding in the mountains for ten days, and later, he heard that the village next door had suffered a severe drought, and the villagers were hungry and cornered, and his home was far from the village, so he suffered this disaster."
Li Xuanfeng was fascinated by what he heard, and said in a low voice with a cold face:
"I'm going to kill them all."
"But Xu San is a coward, a coward, he doesn't dare to say anything, he has been hiding in the village all his life, Xu San hates them, Xu San hates that big bird even more, he hates the immortal!"
Old man Xu screamed foolishly for a while, stretched out his hand and pulled Li Xuanfeng to him, and said in a hurry and low:
"Xu San saw two handymen releasing water in the mountains, and they said... They say... Seducing this big bird to come to Dali Mountain to eat people is to take the black qi in the flames to practice qi for the young master of the Golden Gate.
"Xu San, Xu San, no...... Dead, all dead."
Old man Xu gasped sharply twice, his eyes were blood-red, a few blood foams came out of his mouth, he tilted his head and fell to the ground, and the withered yellow hand holding Li Xuanfeng's trouser leg finally slowly let go.
Li Xuanfeng looked at him in a daze, and after a long time, he suddenly spoke:
"Xu San, you are dead too."
Warm tears flowed down his face and dripped on Old Man Xu's cold and stiff body, Li Xuanfeng whimpered a few words, lay on his body and howled, crying dizzily and indignantly.