"That must have been fifteen years ago......

"Fifteen years ago?" Jiang Wuding, who collapsed to the ground, tried hard to recall who he had offended at that time, but he couldn't remember anything. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I'm afraid that the Jiang Mansion Lord is thinking about what kind of court and political enemies or martial arts families he offended fifteen years ago." Li Xuan paced slowly at this time, picked up a teapot on the inn table that also contained half a pot of tea, and slowly rubbed the carved lines on the teapot.

"This ...... Jiang is old, and his memory is not very good, I really can't think of any people who can't be provoked at that time......" Jiang Wuding smiled bitterly: "Please also ask Li Daxia not to sell Guanzi." ”

"Actually, it's not someone you can't afford to mess with." Originally, everyone thought that Li Xuan was about to reveal the truth, but how did they know that his words changed: "The Jiang Mansion Lord likes to drink tea very much?" ”

Jiang Wuding was stunned for a moment, and nodded subconsciously.

"Yes, the name of the Jiang Mansion Lord's love for tea has spread all over the world, and it is no secret." Li Xuan nodded and continued: "I think there are many people who know that although the lord of the Jiang Mansion loves to drink tea, he loves teapots even more, especially the purple clay pot. ”

"I just don't know, does the Lord of the Jiang Mansion still remember the purple clay pot he bought in Hangzhou Qianyuan Pavilion fifteen years ago?"

Jiang Wuding's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and after a while, he seemed to think of something: "I remember, at that time, I remember receiving a report from my subordinates, saying that Qianyuan Pavilion had newly purchased a batch of purple sand tea sets with excellent condition, and wanted to invite me to taste them...... To tell the truth, this invitation did scratch the itch in Jiang's heart, and it was a turn off that day, so I led a fast horse from the mansion and went to Qianyuan Pavilion to buy one of the best purple clay pots......"

Li Xuan frowned, and said unhappily: "Could it be that the Jiang Mansion Lord only remembers these?" ”

Jiang Wuding looked at Li Xuan's frowning brows, he was really confused, and he didn't know why he looked so displeased.

"Okay, it seems that the Jiang Mansion Master can't remember." Li Xuan sighed and continued: "That day, you hurried up and rampage through the streets of Hangzhou, just to see your favorite purple clay pot earlier, but you didn't know that in the middle of the road not far from the Qianyuan Pavilion, there was a lame beggar lying on his stomach......" (Ke Fuhu: Why is it a beggar again?) ）

"Huh?"

Jiang Wuding finally thought of something at this time, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Li Xuan didn't seem to see Jiang Wuding's changes, and continued to say to himself: "That beggar is also pitiful, he hasn't eaten enough for a few days, he was originally just lying on the road crossing and trying to beg for some food, but he didn't know that he was flying into trouble, but he was killed by the fast horse that you couldn't rein in, the lord of Jiang's mansion!" ”

"But how can a beggar who is about to starve to death sweep away your Lord Jiang's interest in appreciating teapots? The beggar who was killed by you, you didn't even look at it, you sent your entourage to wrap the body and drag it away, and casually made a note in the yamen, and the matter passed...... In the end, it was nothing more than a day when he talked to his friends, verbally pitying the beggar who died unexpectedly, and lamenting the way of the world today. ”

A smile appeared on Li Xuan's face at this time, but now it seems that this smile is even a little hideous: "What you never expected is that this stinky beggar who was inconspicuous in the garbage heap would have a beggar son who was only a teenager who had also been hungry for several days and nights and had not eaten enough!" ”

Jiang Wuding's face was completely bloodless at this time, and the doubts in his heart disappeared, and he smiled miserably: "Okay, well, it turns out that you are the son of that beggar!" The revenge of killing his father is not shared. Although someone in Jiang was an unintentional mistake at the beginning, it did take your father's life! Thank you Li Daxia for untying my heart, Jiang...... Death is not unjust! ”

At this time, everyone in the inn understood the truth, and they all sighed, not only sympathizing with Li Xuan's miserable fate as a child, but also regretting the cause and effect of Jiang Wuding fifteen years ago......

"I can't imagine that this Li Xuan has been dormant for more than ten years, and he has been planning to kill the Jiang Mansion Lord so far, but it is for such a reason......" Lin Peijun seemed to have walked out of the shadow of the explosion just now, and said to Gu Fan in a low voice: "In this way, it can't be said that there is anything wrong with him!" Alas......"

And many people in Jiang Wuding's camp also began to change their faces, and they all seemed to feel that Li Xuan had gone to such great lengths to kill his father and enemy in front of the world's martial artists, which seemed to be an unacceptable thing.

"What's your expression?" Li Xuan's frowning brows still did not relax, and he said dissatisfiedly: "I haven't finished my words yet!" ”

"Master Jiang, you never thought that the beggar who was trampled to death by you would have an equally hungry son!"

"Alas, poor little beggar, who was only eleven or twelve years old, waited for a long time in the ruined temple outside the city, but still did not wait for his father to return...... Coupled with hunger and cold, he was finally starved to death in the ruined temple! ”

"Lord Jiang, just because of your 'unintentional mistake', you directly killed a person, and even the son with this person also died, don't you even have the slightest guilt?"

As soon as Li Xuan said this, the entire inn fell silent......

"Wait...... Wait a minute. Jiang Wuding wiped the cold sweat on his head and said tremblingly: "Li Daxia, did we make a mistake?" ”

"That's right, didn't the Lord of Jiang Mansion kill a beggar back then?" Li Xuan sneered.

"No, it's not...... That's not what I'm talking about," Jiang Wuding said in a trembling voice: "I just carefully combed through your words Li Daxia, and found a very important problem-seeming, maybe, maybe, probably...... The beggar's son, not you? ”

"Nonsense! Didn't I just say that the beggar's son was starved to death in a ruined temple outside the city," Li Xuan shouted: "How can I be a person who is already dead!" ”

Jiang Wuding was already dumbfounded at this time: "That...... So who are you? ”

"Master Jiang, do you still remember the shopkeeper Li who sold you the purple clay pot in Qianyuan Pavilion?" Li Xuan's eyes were calm, and he said to Jiang Wuding calmly: "I am the youngest son of the shopkeeper Li of Qianyuan Pavilion at that time. ”

Jiang Wuding: "......"

Innkeepers: "......"

Silence, deathly silence!

Among the people who collapsed to the ground, Dongfang Xiao's mouth was open enough to fit an egg—more exaggerated than Dongfang Xiao......

"Ahem! Cough! Jiang Wuding tried to calm his agitated mood, and finally stopped coughing, and his voice was a little weak: "Li ...... Li Daxia, do you mean that when I hit and killed that beggar, you just happened to see that scene in Qianyuan Pavilion? ”

"Not bad!"

"Li Daxia has an old relationship with that beggar?"

"Nope."

"Li Daxia has a relationship with the beggar's son?"

"I don't know all my life."

Jiang Wuding held back the grievances in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Since you have nothing to do with that beggar father and son, why do you want to avenge them?" ”

"Why?"

Li Xuan's face flashed with thick mockery, and he smiled at Jiang Wuding: "Why can't I avenge them because I have nothing to do with them?" ”