Legend of the Great Sage

Li Qingshan felt that Qingniu's words were not true and seemed to be hiding something, but in the joy, he had no time to think about it, and immediately practiced boxing to feel the effect of this infuriating qi.

Sure enough, after a while, he found some ways. Today, his "Bull Demon Power Fist" practiced more easily and smoothly than ever before, like an old machine smeared with lubricating oil, there is a kind of indescribable of joy.

And the speed of returning Qi is much faster, which seems to be only a small section, but ordinary people often do not dare to attack the enemy with all their strength, and they always have to spare. Because if he was dodged by the enemy with a full-strength attack, his body would inevitably stiffen for a moment, leaving a huge flaw.

He doesn't have to worry about this. When someone hits one punch, he can throw three punches with all his strength. Even if the strength is equal, he is definitely not his opponent.

Li Qingshan practiced hard for more than ten days, and finally got such a "slight" result. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and always felt that he was one step closer to his goal.

But thinking of the hard work and danger last night, his expression turned cold: "But I would like to know who gave me this blessing."

Qing Niu said casually: "There is no way for good or bad, only people call themselves."

However, Li Qingshan's heart lit up. This is when the goddess came to ask for the pig's head. The eight words he said, the little ghost definitely didn't entangle himself for no reason. After thinking about it carefully, he immediately came up with some clues.

He was born and raised in this small mountain village, and he knew a little about some important things that happened in the village, but in this remote small village, there were not many important things.

One of them is that a few years ago, a family in the village was destroyed because of the illness of the child.

Li Qingshan was also a child at that time, and he knew the child named Xiao Mao, but he never expected that the child would die because of this. A little surprising, but also extremely disgusting goddesses.

The death of Xiao Mao's mother was very strange, and she died suddenly overnight, and there was no reason for it.

Li Qingshan originally thought that she couldn't bear the pain of losing her son, but now it seems that she was clearly invaded by Yin Qi, he stood up suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "So that's the case, I can't spare her!"

Qingniu said: "Then go and kill her!"

"It's not that simple." Li Qingshan sat cross-legged and lowered his head in thought.

The goddess is not comparable to Liu Xili, a poor householder, not only has great prestige in the village, but also has some fame in the nearby ten miles and eight townships, and foreigners often come to ask God for divination.

If he kills her, he can only leave the country, and it is even possible to report to the government to be wanted, and now he has no basis and no evidence, and he cannot insist that she did it. And the most important thing, since she can drive the little ghost, is there any other means, I don't know.

Qingniu didn't interrupt, but he praised it very much in his heart. If Li Qingshan relied on yesterday's prestige, and went to shout and kill the goddess with blood, it would be a waste of his hard work.

Things in this world are not perfect. Brave people are inevitably reckless and careless, and intelligent people are often hesitant. They lack a bit of determination and blood. The words "sword, courage and heart" are the most rare.

Li Qingshan made up his mind and went to the village.

"It's Erlang, have you eaten? Did you come to my house to eat?" At the entrance of the village, an old man was hoeing the vegetable garden with a hoe, and he greeted Li Qingshan warmly when he saw Li Qingshan.

What happened in the Liu family compound yesterday has spread throughout the village. Erlang of the Li family, who was originally unknown, has now become a famous person in the village. No matter how old or young, he has a little more respect for this young man.

Li Qingshan responded one by one, walked through most of the village, and came to a small courtyard with a few willow trees planted in front of the door. A little old man in tattered clothes was leaning against the tree. He was drunk early in the morning. The posture of a hermit master.

Li Qingshan knew in his heart that this was not a hermit master, but an ordinary farmer.

That is, Xiao Mao's father, named Li Fugui, is actually not yet forty years old, but he looks like he is fifty or sixty years old. After his wife and children died, he didn't do much farm work. He used alcohol to relieve his worries all day long.

Seeing Li Qingshan approaching, Li Fugui said vaguely: "Come, drink, drink," a stench of wine rushed to his face.

Li Qingshan frowned, grabbed Li Fugui, and dragged him into the room without a word, first scooped a ladle of water into his mouth, choked Li Fugui for a while, and vomited on the threshold.

Li Qingshan looked around the thatched hut, there were tatters everywhere, and the cobwebs hung all over the window lattices. He really could be called a family member. Thinking that Li Fugui's family was also a famous wealthy family in the village. Worthy of the name his parents gave him, the family lived happily ever after.

Who would have thought that the world is impermanent, such a disaster would end up like this, and Li Qingshan couldn't help sighing that the little happiness of mortals is too fragile. However, he is determined and ambitious, and he is the most dejected and dejected, and he is not very polite in his hands.

Li Fugui said angrily, "You...you...what are you doing?"

"Uncle Li, are you awake?"

Li Fugui saw Li Qingshan's unkind gaze, and his whole body shuddered, he is not blind or deaf, he knows exactly what Li Qingshan has done in the village these days, it is the real evil star: "There is... what is there? thing?"

"Do you know how Xiao Mao's mother died?" Li Qingshan said straight to the point.

"I don't know, I don't know anything." Hearing this, Li Fugui turned pale with fright and walked out regardless.

Li Qingshan grabbed his thin wrist: "Are you worthy of your wife and children?"

Li Fugui's figure froze: "Erlang, it's not that I didn't tell you, it's trouble you can't cause, don't you want to give your life in vain?"

"I don't want to ask for trouble, but trouble has already arrived. If you live like you, you might as well give your life in vain. You just need to tell me what happened back then."

Li Fugui was startled when he heard it: "What, have you come to the door?" After hesitating for a while, he sighed and started talking.

"Xiao Mao's mother went home and slept after she scolded the street in front of the goddess's door. She couldn't get up the next day, she became cold and blue, and a lot of strange things happened that night, and... and I also watched arrive……"

"What did you see?"

"a child!"

Li Qingshan finally determined that the murderer was indeed the goddess.

Moreover, the goddess also told Li Fugui gloomily that Xiao Mao not only missed his mother, but also his father in the underground. Li Fugui was so frightened that he paid a large sum of offerings.

Li Qingshan slapped the wall: "It's really deceiving, don't you think about avenging your wife and children?"

Li Fugui was flushed with contempt in his words, ran into the back room suddenly, and took out a long package from the bottom of the big wooden box.

Open the package, and inside is a knife, a fine steel knife.

Li Qingshan drew his sword out of its sheath, and a cold chill came over his face, reflecting his face, and his beard and hair were visible.

The handle of the knife is about a foot long, with a slight arc, wrapped around Wusi, and it is extremely comfortable to hold in the hand. The blade is about two feet long and four inches wide. It is only one foot longer than the knife in Li Qingshan's hand, and it is a short knife with poor workmanship. It is much stronger.

The back of this knife is very thick, it is heavy in his hand, and it cuts extremely sharply. He waved it at will, and there was a sound of breaking the air, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good knife!" A good knife, he has never seen it in the collection, if he really wants to buy it, I am afraid it will take a few acres of fertile land to exchange it.