Taiping Inn

After Wu Shifan died, the "corpse refining array" that enveloped Lingxiu Villa began to slowly dissipate.

Because the "corpse refining array" was not complete and could not be compared with the real forbidden technique of Zaoge Sect, it did not last too long, so except for the maids and servants who had turned into zombies and a few farm guests, the rest of the people were able to save their lives. However, how to deal with the aftermath was a headache for Li Xuandu. No matter what, this matter was caused by him and Hu Liang, and he had to give an explanation.

Li Xuandu considered his words and slowly said, "This matter was caused by me, but the dead cannot be resurrected, I hope you will not mourn."

The big owner He Jin was silent, the third owner Wang Lie wanted to speak but stopped, several old men whose status was not as good as the three owners were still in shock, and were also shocked by the terrifying power of Hu Liang's last knife. For a while, no one answered. Finally, the second owner Yue Zuo spoke up, "The evil people are a disaster to the world. They don't care about the principles of heaven and human feelings, and they do whatever they want. Every state and prefecture has suffered from it. Everyone knows it, and everyone is angry but dare not speak. The matter of the "corpse refining array" this time is fundamentally due to the evil people's crazy behavior. Mr. Li can have compassion, but don't feel guilty."

Li Xuandu was a little surprised, because Yue Zuo's words were completely an excuse for him, and there was no intention to investigate.

After hearing this, Wang Lie suddenly realized something and thought to himself that Mr. Yue was thoughtful. Given the current situation of Lingxiu Villa, even if he wanted to settle accounts with Mr. Hu and Mr. Li, he would not be able to do so. Instead of tearing up with these dead people, it would be better to use this incident to establish some friendship. After all, Mr. Li seemed to have the intention of compensating for his guilt in his words.

In addition, Wang Lie also knew a little about the character of the great manor owner He Jin. He not only had a bit of the pedantry of a scholar, but also his mind and pattern were far inferior to those of the old manor owner. Fearing that he would say something inappropriate at this time, Wang Lie hurriedly said: "Mr. Yue is right. As the saying goes, a man of the rivers and lakes dies in the rivers and lakes. This is fate and cannot be forced. Mr. Li does not need to blame himself for the mistakes of such evil people. Besides, Chen Guhong, who robbed the foundation of Nanshan Garden of Lingxiu Mountain Manor, died at the hands of the hero Hu and Mr. Li. From this point of view, the two of you have done a great favor to our mountain manor."

The two said this, and the righteousness had been determined. Even the great manor owner He Jin could not say anything else, but the great manor owner's expression at this time was not very good. Obviously, he was quite dissatisfied with the "self-assertion" of the two manor owners.

Li Xuandu glanced at Hu Liang.

Hu Liang understood and said, "It is our duty to be chivalrous and righteous. Since Nanshan Garden is the foundation of Lingxiu Villa, it is our duty to help Lingxiu Villa get it back."

Hearing this, Wang Lie's eyes lit up. They originally planned to make friends with Hu Liang in order to take back Nanshan Garden. Now with the personal guarantee of Hu Liang, the hero of the northwest, the matter is settled. Compared with the foundation of the villa, the lives lost before are nothing.

It is said that human life is of paramount importance, but as long as it does not involve oneself, how many people will really take it to heart? Even He Jin, who was dissatisfied, felt relieved after hearing Hu Liang's words. After all, the six words "Revitalize Lingxiu Villa" were like huge rocks pressing on his heart. Now he could not only protect the foundation of the villa, but also take back the Nanshan Garden that his father had been thinking about before his death. He was already worthy of his ancestors. In this way, the other things became trivial.

As for the other people in the villa, they had just escaped death and were still in shock. They also witnessed the terrifying force of Hu Liang and Li Xuandu. Moreover, several owners of their own villas had set the tone. Naturally, there was no objection, and they all hurriedly echoed.

Li Xuandu could only sigh when he saw this scene.

Whether human life is at stake or human life is worthless can only be seen by the benevolent. Since Lingxiu Villa had no objection to this, he couldn't say anything more. So he tacitly agreed to the matter and it was considered a conclusion.

As the night deepened, several villa owners and villa elders dispersed. They still had to clean up the mess. The dead had to be compensated, and the living had to be comforted. The most feared thing for the Jianghu sects was that people's hearts would be scattered. If people's hearts were scattered, even the Wudao Sect, the world's leading large sect, would be torn apart, and internal strife would continue, and even endanger its foundation.

The world is full of hustle and bustle, and there are so many disputes and everything. In the end, they can't escape the words of fame, wealth, love and hatred. How people get along with each other, what started it and what ended it. People make friends for profit, and when the profit is gone, people will disperse; people are valued for reputation, and when the reputation is damaged, people will be despised; people make friends for love, and when love changes, people will be hurt; people make enemies, and they will be angry for life; people make friends for power, and when power is gone, they will fall; people make friends for power, and when power is lost, they will be abandoned; people make friends for love, and when love is gone, people will be hurt. Only by making friends with the heart can we persevere, so in the end it is still the two words of the heart.

People's hearts are hard to gather and easy to disperse, so as the leader of a sect, how to gather and stabilize people's hearts has become the top priority.

On Li Xuandu's side, Hu Liang had experienced two fierce battles and was deeply injured. After taking the elixir, he recovered from his injuries again by pretending to be dead. The little girl couldn't stay up late and also went to sleep, leaving Li Xuandu alone to keep watch.

In the rainy night, a lonely lamp, sitting alone, it would be better to have another person, either to play hands or to have a long talk.

So Li Xuandu invited Yue Zuoqian, the second owner of Lingxiu Villa, to come and have a chat.

This person with the highest cultivation in Lingxiu Villa did not refuse and readily agreed.

The two sat opposite each other in the hall. There was a heavy night rain outside the door, and the cold night wind blew in, but it was already a bit of autumn chill.

Yue Zuo seemed to be a little intolerant of the cold, hiding his hands in his sleeves and shrinking his shoulders.

Li Xuandu flipped his palm and took out a small red clay stove from the "Eighteenth Floor" on his wrist, and then a pot of spring water and a bundle of firewood.

Although it was a red clay stove, it was actually made of red copper. The spring water was held in a jade pot, and the bundle of firewood was faintly purple, which was obviously not an ordinary item.

But what surprised Yue Zuo the most was the string of "Eighteenth Floor". The second owner of Lingxiu Villa said with emotion: "Yue thought he had overestimated Mr. Li, but he still underestimated him. Such a treasure that can hold Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed is not something that even many masters of the Return to the Realm can possess. Mr. Li is also proficient in various martial arts. From these two, it can be inferred that Mr. Li's background must be extremely extraordinary. Even if you look at the world, few people can match him."

Li Xuandu did not comment, and smiled: "Brother Yue is also an extraordinary person."

Yue Zuo said modestly with sincerity: "I dare not compare with Mr. Li."

After Li Xuandu skillfully set up the stove, he said: "There is a poem: 'Green ants and new wine, red clay stove. In the evening, the sky is about to snow, can I drink a cup?' In my early years, I wandered around and didn't care about these things. After going to the imperial capital, I saw the wealth of the world, so I pretended to be elegant and got a set of red clay stoves. I never learned to warm wine like literati and scholars, but I only boiled tea occasionally, which was a waste of heaven's gift."

While speaking, Li Xuandu had already lit the stove. It was strange to say that these firewoods burned without any crackling sound or smoke.

Yue Zuo looked at the firewood that had already started the flames in the stove and asked softly: "This is not ordinary charcoal, it seems to be sandalwood?"

Li Xuandu nodded and said concisely: "I got it by chance."

While speaking, he took out a can of tea leaves and put a little into the pot on the stove.

The tea leaves curled up like sparrow tongues, with a uniform layer of fine white fluff on the edges. As the mountain spring water rolled in the pot, the tea fragrance curled up.

Li Xuandu's tea-making skills were poor, and he even skipped the step of washing the tea leaves. However, Yue Zuo didn't care at all. He just waited patiently until Li Xuandu filled a cup for him personally, took a sip, and then said, "Is it this year's Mingqian?"

Li Xuandu filled another cup for himself, "It was last year's Mingqian. At that time, I was in Jiangnan. A friend gave me two kilograms of tea, which was packed in a jar, sealed, and then placed in this Xumi object."

Yue Zuo was surprised and said, "It looks like the Mingqian tea that was just picked this year."

Li Xuandu smiled, "It's not a good tea. When I was in Huainan Prefecture, I met a master who ran an inn. He gave me a cup of tea and a pair of hexagrams. The tea is good tea and the hexagrams are good hexagrams."