Mortal Mirror

The woman, seeing that she had accidentally killed Li the Cripple, had a look of panic in her eyes. She then changed her expression and looked at the eldest son, Li Tieniu, saying, "Kill him, kill Li Muzhen, and no one will know I killed someone. Kill him for me."

Li Tieniu had been dumbfounded for a while. At this moment, seeing his father dead, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but this sadness was fleeting.

Seeing that he didn't move, the woman roared, "Good-for-nothing, I'm pregnant with your child. If this kid reports to the authorities, the Li family will have no one to carry on the family line."

Upon hearing about the child, Li Tieniu was finally moved. A fierce look appeared in his eyes as he looked at Li Muzhen and said harshly, "Brother, I'm sorry, but if you don't die, our Li family will be finished."

With that, he lunged at Li Muzhen.

At this moment, Li Muzhen's eyes were completely red. He still couldn't believe this was real.

It wasn't until he saw Li Tieniu pouncing on him that he finally understood something: this Li Tieniu was no longer the older brother who used to carry him around when they were kids.

People change as they grow up, especially after they get married. Former brothers are no longer brothers.

But, Li Tieniu, your heart is too cruel. Even if you don't care about brotherly love, you should still consider the blood ties with our father.

Since you are heartless and unjust, don't blame me for being ruthless.

At this moment, he only felt his blood surging and boiling. He shouted 'Ah!' and grabbed the stool next to him, swinging it with all his might at Li Tieniu in mid-air.

"Bang!" Wood chips flew everywhere, and a complete stool was smashed to pieces by him.

Li Tieniu was tall and strong, but he didn't expect his younger brother to be even stronger. Li Muzhen was usually very strong, and although he was thin, he was naturally much stronger than others.

At this moment, his blood was boiling, and all the potential in his body was unleashed.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. He didn't even know how he pinned his elder brother down or how he smashed his head to a pulp.

He didn't even know how he killed the woman, only remembering the woman desperately shouting for help. He saw blood, incomparably bright red blood flowing out.

He saw the woman's desperate and resentful eyes. Blood, all blood. This was also the first time he had killed someone.

When he woke up again, he was in a prison cell.

The prison cell was dark, and a foul odor made one want to vomit.

He hurriedly reached for his neck. The jade pendant was still there, but it was dirty. Yes, who would covet something that belonged to someone worse than a beggar?

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

Then he heard a slightly hoarse voice say, "Oh, not bad, not bad. To be able to laugh after entering this death row is really something.

I heard you're very powerful, smashing your brother and sister-in-law to pieces, so dead they can't be any deader. You're really a ruthless person."

The speaker was also disheveled, and Li Muzhen couldn't see his face clearly, but the person looked quite old, at least middle-aged or older.

Li Muzhen didn't speak. The previous scenes replayed in his mind. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "They are not human. They killed my father. They deserved to die."

The speaker chuckled and said, "Oh, there's such a thing? Since I'm bored anyway, why don't you tell me what happened? Maybe I'll even call out for your injustice, so you won't be executed by slow slicing."

Hearing the word 'death,' Li Muzhen's heart trembled slightly. He looked up at the dark sky and, without knowing why, began to recount his past.

He recounted how he didn't know what was happening, and he didn't even know he could be so fierce.

When he finished saying all this, the man snorted coldly and said, "Good riddance. You were really able to endure. If it were me, I would have killed those two beasts long ago."

Hearing this person's support, Li Muzhen was slightly surprised and said, "But killing someone is against the law."

"Against the law? Heh, so what if it's against the law? When a man dies, he dies. Death is death," the man said with disdain.

Li Muzhen was slightly stunned, thinking that this person was probably a bit crazy from being locked up for too long. What was the point of saying so much to him?

Thinking that he would die soon and might never be able to repay Si Ning's kindness, a wave of sadness rose in his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes. After all, he was still just a fifteen-year-old boy.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but sneer and say, "You're done for, regretting it? A real man dares to act and take responsibility. You dared to kill someone, which proves you're not a coward. Actually, if you want to live, it's not difficult. Why don't you become my disciple? I'll teach you a few tricks, and then you can find a chance to escape."

"Become your disciple? I don't even know who you are."

"Who am I? I am the famous Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar... Lu Feiyang."

No one would have thought that the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar, who had been doused with urine by Li Ergou back then, was now also trapped in prison. It really is a fickle world. I just don't know how this guy was thrown into this black prison.

But this person doesn't know how good his kung fu is, but he's certainly good at boasting.

Li Muzhen had naturally never heard of this name. He had once heard storytellers talk about the affairs of the martial world, but he had always felt that it was far away from him, like a fairy tale.

Now, a real martial arts person had come to his side, and he was a little dazed, after all, he was just a fifteen-year-old boy.

Although he had obtained that profound Immortal Book, he always felt that it was all unrealistic.

Seeing him standing there in a daze, the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar thought that he didn't believe him, so he sucked up a stone on the ground and sucked the fist-sized stone into his palm.

Then he secretly circulated his energy, and the stone was crushed into powder under his great force, falling through his fingers.

The Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar thought triumphantly, "Kid, let me show you my skills. Are you convinced?"

Sure enough, when Li Muzhen saw this scene, he was convinced. This was something that only those martial arts heroes in the storytellers' tales could do.

With this thought, he didn't think much and knelt down to the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar, kowtowing three times and saying firmly, "Master."

This time, it was the old beggar's turn to be dumbfounded. He didn't expect the apprenticeship ceremony to be so hasty, but he liked this kid's silly personality.

He said with joy, "Good, good, good. From today on, I am your master. Just tell me anything you need. If you want to practice martial arts now, I can also impart everything I know to you, which can also be considered as finding someone to inherit my skills."

Li Muzhen sighed and said, "Master, a teacher for a day is a father for life. I will definitely take good care of you. But I have committed a serious crime and don't know when I will be dragged out and beheaded. Do you have any way to keep me from dying?"

The Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar chuckled and said, "That's a small matter. Since I have accepted you as a disciple, I won't let you die easily. Unfortunately, this is not my base camp. The death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty is hard to escape. Maybe we two will have to suffer some hardships.

But, it doesn't matter. Just take these hardships as a磨砺 (mólì) of your life."

Although Li Muzhen didn't quite understand the old beggar's words, he understood one thing: his master probably wouldn't let him die. This was perhaps a blessing in disguise. He wouldn't die, and a trace of joy welled up in his heart.

He suddenly thought, if his master was so powerful, why would he be imprisoned in this black prison?

With this thought, he couldn't help but ask.