Chapter 17 Bad Fate Part 2
Seeing Li Chijing's still immature face but full of fierce expression, Ye Chengfu in the crowd paused, holding a torch and touching his chin, thinking:
"I'm afraid this fourth son is not an easy person to deal with. The leading good deer is dead, and the remaining three evil wolves, the big one is cunning and the small one is fierce. In less than ten years, this Lijing village will definitely become Li Jingli." That’s all for the family!”
Everyone paused for a few breaths, then heard someone reply in a low voice:
“Long Lake was killed by refugees!”
Li Xiangping held back tears and knelt beside Li Changhu. He turned to look at Tian Shoushui and asked with choked sobs:
"Uncle Tian, what is going on?"
"Probably the remnants of the Yuan family."
Li Mutian squeezed out a few words through his teeth, looked at Tian Shoushui who lowered his head in shame and said nothing, glanced at the villagers around him, and shouted:
"Li Tongya!"
Li Tongya wiped away his tears when he heard this, stood up and cupped his hands in front of the villagers, and said loudly:
"I have disturbed everyone tonight. Please disperse first. There is no need to stay here."
After saying this, he bowed and helped Liu Linfeng up, and whispered in his ear:
"Please ask my uncle to lead people to control the refugees first to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble. I will arrive soon."
"well…"
Liu Linfeng knelt in front of Li Mutian, who was already cowering in fear, with a ray of light on his back. After hearing the words, he felt like he was being pardoned. He repeatedly said yes and led the people away.
Tian Shoushui and Ren Ping'an carried Li Changhu on the ground and put it in the backyard of Li's house. They heard a burst of crying in the main courtyard. It was Mrs. Ren who fainted after hearing the bad news. Tian Yun and Mrs. Liu held back tears, one took care of her, and the other hurriedly Go find Mr.
"Brother..."
Tian Shoushui put down Li Changhu, with tears in his eyes. He was about to say something, but Li Mutian waved his hand and said tiredly:
"Ping An goes to see the Ren family. Shoushui, you and Liu Linfeng first look at the refugees. Without my Li family to express their stance, I'm afraid he will be helpless."
"yes."
Tian Shoushui was stunned for a moment, then wiped his tears and left. Ren Ping'an also nodded blankly and went to look after Ren Ping'er.
There were no outsiders in the backyard, only a few brothers from the Li family were left, sobbing softly.
Li Mutian finally couldn't restrain himself. Like a wounded lone wolf, he sat next to his eldest son and howled softly.
"Long Lake -"
Several brothers also started crying. Li Tongya and Li Xiangping were relatively restrained, but Li Chijing was still young, but he cried like hell.
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At midnight, Lijing Village was in chaos. Old man Xu walked to the back mountain alone with a hoe. He twisted along the path and looked at a series of tombs among the overgrown weeds.
Old Man Xu stopped and took a closer look, and sure enough, a young man in ragged clothes and an animal skin coat around his waist was sitting leisurely beside the small tombstone in the corner, spreading his legs and saying something.
His ears twitched, and the young man looked up keenly. When he saw that the visitor was just a honest old farmer who looked too old to walk, he actually clapped his hands, smiled, tilted his head and said:
"Where did this old man come from?"
Old Man Xu did not answer him, deliberately walked very slowly, and moved tremblingly in front of him. He stared at the young man pretending to be wary, knelt down beside the tomb, hugged the tombstone and cried softly.
When the young man listened carefully, he vaguely heard something like a big revenge being avenged and the master's family resting in peace, and his heart suddenly moved.
His family was broken up when he was young, and he was homeless. He worked as a tenant for the first half of his life. 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 to his parents.
Now that the great revenge has been avenged, my heart is extremely happy, and I have thousands of words to say, but there is no one around me to share the joy and happiness. Why not just tell this old man and kill him before leaving? Isn't it the best of both worlds?
Thinking of this, the young man smiled and said:
"You came here to cry at the Yuan family's tomb. Aren't you afraid that the Li family will cause trouble for you?"
"The old man's days are numbered..."
Old man Xu responded while wiping away his tears. He glanced down at the young man, but he was shocked. He knelt down and said:
"Young Master!"
"Um?"
The young man was taken aback and thought to himself:
"Didn't this old man see me at the end of the village? It's better to kill him and run away to save a lot of trouble."
Old man Xu covered his tears and said again:
"The mistress often carries the young master to sit on the field, so she recognizes the young master. The old man still remembers the three black moles on your feet, which can prove it."
Old man Xu has lived for more than seventy years, and he has become a master with old age. He forced the cause and effect, and was so shocked that the young man lost his murderous intention, was stunned, and asked hurriedly:
"Do you remember my mother's face?"
"I remember."
Old man Xu picked up a branch from the haystack, loosened the soil with a hoe, and carved it carefully.
The young man was very excited, but he always lowered his head and looked at Old Man Xu gloomily. Thoughts kept flashing in his mind. One moment he felt that he should be killed, and the next moment he felt that he should be kidnapped and asked for more news about his mother.
Not long after, Old Man Xu got up after finishing the painting. Although he was a farmer, he had been painting door gods and auspicious paintings for the villagers all year round. As he got older, he also had some painting skills. With a few strokes, he could outline the charm of the characters vividly.
"Mother!"
The young man turned over and knelt down and took a look. When he saw the vague eyebrows in the dream, he suddenly began to cry softly. Twenty-two years of grievances and depression surged into his heart, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Old man Xu sighed sadly and kept saying how good his mistress was. For a while, the young man couldn't help crying.
"The old man still remembers the appearance of the master's family. Wait for me to draw it."
After listening to Old Man Xu's words, the young man believed him eightfold, wiped his tears and agreed without raising his head.
Old man Xu was raising his hoe to loosen the soil for painting, with a ruthless look in his eyes. The hoe was raised high, and the bright silver hoe blade flashed lightly in the moonlight, then dropped suddenly and hit the young man's neck.
The young man traveled with the refugees for a day, tried his best to assassinate Li Changhu, and then escaped from Tian Shoushui in the reeds. He was already exhausted and exhausted. Now, under the great joy and sorrow, my legs and feet have already weakened, and I have no intention of avoiding it. I was hit by Old Man Xu.
Old man Xu has been working hard all year round and is still in good health. This hit was really a muffled sound, causing bones and muscles to break. The young man threw himself straight to the ground, his head tilted upward, his eyes rolled white, his hands and feet kept twitching, and foam came out of his mouth.
But when he fell to the ground, the old man hit the young man's head with a hoe again, knocking him completely out of breath.
Old man Xu was worried and hit him more than a dozen times randomly, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, white and red to flow all over the floor. Turning the young man over, he saw that he had lost his breath, and there was still sadness on the face of the body.
He finally lost strength and sat down on the ground, stretched out his withered hands to cover his face, and cried out in pain:
"What a bad fate! What a bad fate..."
