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Li Qingshan felt that Qing Niu's words were incomplete and false, and seemed to conceal something, but in his joy, he didn't have time to think, so he immediately practiced his boxing and felt the effect of this infuriating energy.
Sure enough, after a while, he touched some doorways. Today, his "Bull Demon Power Fist" practiced more easily and smoothly than ever before, like an old machine coated with lubricating oil, there is something indescribable. Happy.
Moreover, the rate of return of breath has been much faster. This seems to be only a small section, but ordinary people often dare not attack with all their strength when facing the enemy, and they always have to leave room. Because if the enemy dodges with a full blow, the figure will inevitably be stiff for an instant, leaving a huge flaw.
He doesn't need to worry about this. If someone else hits a punch, he can hit three punches with all his strength. Even if he has the same strength, he is definitely not his opponent.
Li Qingshan has worked hard for more than ten days, and finally achieved such a "little" result. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed in his heart. He always felt that he was one step closer to his goal.
But thinking of the hard work and danger last night, his expression fell cold: "But I want to know who gave me this blessing."
Qing Niu said casually, "Blessings and evils have no way, only people call themselves."
Li Qingshan's heart was bright. This is the eight words the goddess came to ask for a pig's head. The eight words he said, the little devil must not be entangled with himself for no reason. After thinking carefully, he immediately got some clues.
He was born and raised in this small mountain village, and he knows a little about some important things that happened in the village, but in this remote village, there are not many important things.
One of them is that a few years ago, a family in the village broke up and died because of a child's illness.
Li Qingshan was also a child at the time, and he recognized the child named Xiaomao. He never expected that the child would die because of this. It was this example that made Li Qingshan obediently return to his original state after drinking Fushui, and dare not show it anymore. It's amazing, but also extremely disgusting with goddess.
Xiao Mao's mother died very strangely, and she died suddenly overnight, for no reason.
Li Qingshan originally thought that she could not bear the pain of losing her son, but now it seems that she was invaded by Yin Qi. He stood up suddenly, and a cold light appeared in his eyes: "So that's the case, I can't spare her!"
Qing Niu said: "Then go kill her!"
"It's not that simple." Li Qingshan sat cross-legged, lowering his head and thinking.
The goddess is not Liu Feili. Not only does she have great prestige in the village, but she also has some reputation in the nearby Shili and Eight Townships. People from other villages often come to ask God for divination.
If you kill her, you can only leave her hometown, and it is even possible to report to the government and be wanted, and he has no evidence, and he can't claim that she did it. And most importantly, since she can drive the little ghost, if there is any other means, it is unclear.
Qing Niu didn't interrupt, but he was very applauded. If Li Qingshan relied on yesterday's majesty and blood to shout and scream at the goddess, it would have cost him a lot of painstaking efforts.
Things in this world are hard to be perfect. Brave people are inevitably reckless and careless, and smart people are often hesitant, a bit less decisive and bloody. The words "sword, guts, and heart" are the most rare.
Li Qingshan settled his mind and headed to the village.
"It's Erlang, did you eat it? I didn't eat it to my house." At the entrance of the village, an old man was hoeing the ground in the vegetable garden with a hoe. He greeted Li Qingshan enthusiastically when he saw Li Qingshan.
What happened in the Liu family compound yesterday has spread throughout the village. The formerly unknown Li Jia Erlang has now become a celebrity in the village. Regardless of age, he has a little more respect for this young man.
Li Qingshan responded one by one, walking through most of the village, and came straight to the small yard with a few willow trees planted in front of the door. A tattered old man leaned under the tree. He was drunk and drunk early in the morning. The posture of the hermit master.
Li Qingshan knew in his heart that this was not an expert hermit, but an ordinary farmer, Xiaomao's father, named Li Fugui, who was actually less than 40 years old, but he looked like he was 50 or 60 years old. Since his wife and children died, he didn't do much farm work.
Seeing Li Qingshan approaching, Li Fugui said vaguely: "Come, drink, drink," a smell of wine swept over his face.
Li Qingshan frowned, grabbed Li Fugui and dragged him into the empty room. Apart from anything else, he first scooped a scoop of water into his mouth, choking Li Fugui into a dry cough, and vomited on the door.
Li Qingshan looked around the thatched cottage. There were tatters everywhere, with cobwebs hung on the window lattices. It was really a family disciple. I thought that Li Fugui’s house was also a well-known wealthy household in the village, and his good land was second only to Liu Guanshi’s house. Worthy of the name given to him by his parents, the family lived happily.
Whoever believes that the world is impermanent, a misfortune will come to such an end, so Li Qingshan can't help but sigh that the little happiness of mortals is too fragile. However, he is determined and ambitious. He is most uncomfortable and depressed. He is not very polite in his hands.
Li Fugui said angrily: "You... What are you... What are you doing?"
"Uncle Li, are you awake?"
Li Fugui saw Li Qingshan's unkind gaze, and he was shocked. He is not blind and deaf. He knows exactly what Li Qingshan has done in the village these days. It is the real evil star: "Yes... what's the matter? ?"
"Do you know how Xiaomao his mother died?" Li Qingshan was straightforward.
"I don't know, I don't know anything." When Li Fugui heard this, his face paled in fright, and he walked out regardless.
Li Qingshan grabbed his skinny wrist: "You are worthy of your wife and children like this?"
Li Fugui froze: "Erlang, it's not that I didn't tell you, that's trouble you can't cause, don't you want to kill him?"
"I don't want to make trouble, but trouble has already come to my door. If you live like you, it would be better to kill me in vain. You just have to tell me what happened back then."
Li Fugui was taken aback when he heard it: "What, you have already found the door?" After hesitating for a while, he sighed and began to speak.
"After Xiao Mao's mother scolded the street in front of the goddess, she returned home and slept. The next day she couldn't get up, her body became cold and blue. There were so many strange things that night, and... and I also saw …"
"What do you see?"
"a child!"
Li Qingshan finally determined that the murderer was indeed the goddess.
Moreover, the goddess told Li Fugui grimly that Xiao Mao not only missed his mother but also his father when he was underground. Li Fugui was so scared that he made a lot of offerings.
Li Qingshan slapped the wall: "It's really deceiving, don't you think of avenging your wife and children?"
Li Fugui was flushed with the 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, inside is a knife, a good steel knife.
Li Qingshan drew his sword out of its sheath, and a cold chill came over his face, and his hair and beard were visible in the reflection of his face.
The handle of the knife is about one foot long, with a slight arc, wrapped in black silk, and is extremely comfortable to hold in the hand. The blade was about two feet long and four inches wide. It was only one foot longer than the knife in Li Qingshan's hand. It was a short knife with poor workmanship, and it was much stronger.
The back of this knife was very thick, and it was heavy in his hand. It was extremely sharp. He swung it at random, and there was a sound of breaking through the air. He couldn't help but praised: "Good knife!" A good knife, he hasn't seen it on the set, if he really wants to buy it, I'm afraid it will take a few acres of fertile land to exchange it.
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