Li Qingshan felt that Qingniu's words were not true, and seemed to be hiding something, but in his joy, he had no time to think about it, so he immediately practiced his fists and felt the effect of this true qi.
Sure enough, after a while, he touched some doorways, and today his "Bull Demon Power Fist" practiced more easily and smoothly than ever, like an old machine smeared with lubricating oil, and there was an indescribable pleasure.
And the speed of recovering is much faster, which seems to be just a small section, but ordinary people often dare not attack with all their might against the enemy, and they must always leave room for strength. Because if the enemy dodges with a full blow, the figure will inevitably stiffen for a moment, leaving a huge flaw.
He didn't have to worry about this, others punched one kung fu, he could blast three punches with all his might, even if the strength was equal, he was by no means his opponent.
Li Qingshan practiced hard for more than ten days, and finally got such a "trace" of results, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, always feeling that he was one step closer to his goal.
But thinking of the hard work and danger of last night, his expression was cold: "But I want to know, who gave me this blessing." "
Qingniu seemed to say inadvertently: "There is no way for fortune and misfortune, only people call themselves." "
Li Qingshan's heart lit up, this is the eight words he said when the goddess came to ask for a pig's head, the little ghost must not have entangled himself for no reason, and after thinking about it carefully, he immediately got some clues.
He was born and raised in this small mountain village, and he knew a little about some of the major things that happened in the village, and in this remote village, there were not many things that could be called significant.
One of them was a few years ago, a family in the village was ruined due to a child's illness.
Li Qingshan was also a child at that time, and he also recognized the child named Xiao Mao, but he never expected that this child would die because of this, and it was this example that made Li Qingshan obediently return to his original state after drinking the talisman water, and he no longer dared to show any surprises, and at the same time, he was extremely disgusted with the goddess.
Xiao Mao's mother died very strangely, and she died violently overnight, and there is no reason to say why.
Li Qingshan originally thought that she couldn't bear the pain of losing her son, but now it seemed that she was clearly invaded by yin energy, he suddenly stood up, and a cold light appeared in his eyes: "I see, I can't spare her!" "
Qingniu said: "Then go 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 Leprosy, who is not only very prestigious in the village, but also has some fame in the nearby ten miles and eight townships, and often foreigners come to ask God for divination.
If you kill her, you can only go far away, and it is possible that you will even be wanted by the government, and he has no evidence now, and he can't insist that she did it. And most importantly, since she can drive the little ghost, it is unknown whether there are any other means.
Qingniu didn't interject on the side, but he was very praised in his heart, if Li Qingshan relied on yesterday's majesty and went to shout and kill the goddess with his blood, it would be in vain for his hard work.
Things in this world are difficult to be perfect, brave people are inevitably reckless and careless, and smart people are often hesitant, a little less determined and bloody, and the four words "sword and courage and piano heart" are the most rare.
Li Qingshan thought about it and went to the village.
"It's Erlang, have you eaten? I didn't eat it at my house. At the entrance of the village, an old man was hoeing in the vegetable garden with a hoe, and greeted Li Qingshan warmly when he saw him.
What happened in the Liu family compound yesterday has spread throughout the village, and the Li family Erlang, who was originally unknown, has now become a celebrity in the village, regardless of age, for this teenager, there is a little more respect.
Li Qingshan responded one by one, passed through most of the village, and came straight to the small courtyard planted with a few willow trees in front of the door, a little old man in tattered clothes leaned under the tree, drunk early in the morning, but he had 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, who was actually less than forty years old, but looked like he was fifty or sixty years old. Since the death of his wife and children, he has not done much farm work, drinking all day long to relieve his sorrows, and he is crazy.
Seeing Li Qingshan approaching, Li Fugui said vaguely: "Come, drink, drink," a smell of alcohol came to his face.
Li Qingshan frowned, grabbed Li Fugui, dragged him into the house, and without saying a word, he scooped a scoop of water into his mouth, choked Li Fugui with a dry cough, and vomited on the doorstep.
Li Qingshan looked around at this thatched hut, it was tattered everywhere, cobwebs hung all over the window lattices, it could really be called a family with four walls, thinking that Li Fugui's family was also a famous rich family in the village, and the fertile land he owned was second only to Steward Liu's house, worthy of the name given to him by his parents, and the family lived a happy life.
Who would have thought that the world would be impermanent, and a misfortune would end up like this, which made Li Qingshan sigh that the little happiness of mortals is too fragile. But he is resolute and ambitious, and he is the most shameful of being decadent and depressed, willing to fall, and his hands are not very polite.
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 was excited, he was not blind and deaf, Li Qingshan's actions in the village these days, he knew clearly, that was the real evil star: "Yes... What's the matter? "
"Do you know how Xiao Mao died?" Li Qingshan got straight to the point.
"I don't know, I don't know anything." When Li Fugui heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and he walked out regardless.
Li Qingshan grabbed his thin wrist: "Are you worthy of your wife and children like this?" "
Li Fugui's figure froze: "Erlang, it's not that I don't tell you, it's a trouble you can't provoke, don't you want to lose your life in vain?" "
"I don't want to find trouble, but trouble has come to the door, if I live like you, it would be better to give my life in vain, you just need to tell me what happened back then."
Li Fugui was shocked when he heard this: "What, have you come to the door?" After hesitating for a while, he sighed and opened his mouth to tell it.
After Xiao Mao's mother scolded the street in front of the goddess, she went home and slept, and she couldn't get up the next day, her body became cold and blue, and a lot of strange things happened that night, and ... And I also see ..."
"What did you see?"
"A child!"
Li Qingshan was finally sure that the murderer was indeed the goddess.
And the goddess also told Li Fugui gloomy that Xiao Mao not only missed his mother underground, but also missed his father. Frightened Li Fugui to make a large offering.
Li Qingshan slapped the wall: "It's really too bullying, haven't you thought about avenging your wife and children?" "
Li Fugui's face turned red by the contempt in his words, and he suddenly ran to the back room and took out a long package from the bottom of the large wooden box.
When I opened the package, there was a knife, a fine steel knife.
Li Qingshan drew his sword and unsheathed it, and a cold chill came to his face, reflecting his face, and his beard and hair were visible.
The handle of the knife is about a foot long, slightly curved, wrapped with black silk, and extremely comfortable to hold in the hand. The blade is about two feet long and four inches wide, which is only one foot longer than the knife in Li Qingshan's hand, and it is a poorly made short knife, which is much stronger.
The back of this knife is very thick, heavy in his hand, extremely sharp slashing, he waved it at will, and there was a sound of breaking the air, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good knife!" "He has never seen such a good knife at the market, and if he really wants to buy it, he may need a few acres of fertile land to exchange.