Chapter Fifty-Eight: Returning to His Hometown, No One Has a Complaint to Sue

Jinling City, Yanhui Cemetery.

Yi Hong, Yi Ming and Yi Qing'er stood together, the expressions on their faces were very complicated, with sadness, fear, and relief.

Beside them were two columns of iron-blooded guards, as far as the eye could see, waving their flags and hunting in the wind.

Today's Yanhui Cemetery has long been blocked, and a large open space in the middle has been built into a high platform, with pines and cypresses and many sculptures.

Three tombstones rise from the ground, imposing.

"The young master's order is a bit sudden, the construction period is a bit rushed, and it will continue to be repaired in the future."

Lao Yang stood beside Yi Hong and explained in a low voice.

Yi Hong was a little distracted, looked at the high platform, and then looked at Li Mosheng and the others kneeling below, and suddenly burst into tears.

originally thought that my younger brother's family could only die unjustly, but who knew that someone would really be able to overthrow the four major families with their own strength and let them avenge their grievances!

I didn't expect to be able to see this scene in my lifetime.

Yi Hong's eyes were filled with tears, and he was both excited and proud in his heart.

That person is the boy of my Yi family!

No regrets, no regrets in this life!

Yi Ming and Yi Qing'er also had red eyes, and they had all kinds of emotions in their hearts, but they didn't know what to say.

Li Mosheng knelt underneath, and with him were the descendants of the Li family and some people from the rest of the family.

They were dragged up from the bed early in the morning by a group of tiger and wolf masters, and forced to change into filial piety clothes and pressed here.

Li Mosheng understood that the final time had finally come.

He looked at his white, glaring clothes, and did not object.

Because he knows that it is an inconsequential subsection.

As long as Ling Wumo can win, the clothes he wears can be taken off again.

But if Ling Wumo loses......

That's all the time!

Rumble!

With a buzz, an extended black business vehicle entered the scene.

Seeing the familiar young face, Li Mosheng only felt that his eyes were dark, and it was over......

Wear a battle robe and hold a dragon sword!

The heavily armed Yi Qingshan shines brightly and comes to the sky!

"See Your Highness!"

"See Your Highness!"

"See Your Highness!"

As Yi Qingshan walked all the way, the voices came and went, and the mountains and rivers were magnificent!

Tens of thousands of heroes bowed their heads one after another, paying the highest respect to their god of war.

A murderous atmosphere, like a tidal tide, enveloped the entire scene.

Yi Qing'er subconsciously covered her mouth, afraid that she would cry out loud if she couldn't control it.

He left his hometown at the age of 12 and has not been heard from since.

She thought that perhaps he had died of heart and left this sad place forever; may have been assassinated by the Li family and never saw the light of day; Or maybe it's angry and trying to be strong, hoping to turn the tables around.

But the last one is just what Yi Qing'er used to comfort herself.

A century-old family, deep-rooted, how easy is it to say?

Ten years have passed in a flash.

Now he is radiant, returning to his hometown with honor, raising his hands to cover the sky and his feet to cover the sun, and the wind and rain change color between the wave of his sleeves, and 100,000 sons obey his orders.

What a majesty!

Behind all this, what hardships.

When the voice subsided, Yi Qingshan walked to the middle, closed his eyes slightly, and was silent.

A little coolness, melancholy into the throat, many long-suppressed memories and emotions, like a river breaking the embankment, rushing.

"I watched, Yi Yun, this kid is useless, our family still has to look at Qingshan. Qingshan, study hard, be a useful person to society, and let my father have a long face. ”

Whenever my father drank, he would drunkenly pull himself and chatter.

At this time, Yi Yun pouted beside him, and when his father finished chattering, he pulled Yi Qingshan aside: "Don't listen to the old man, come on, I just borrowed the game disc from the fat man, and take you to play two, hey, what if you really want to be productive in the future, won't there be no one to play with me?" ”

The past is like smoke, vivid.

Drink Jinling water again today, but I can't wait for the snow temples to hug each other, and I can't say goodbye to cherish it for a long time.

Only the green mound is facing the wind, and the pines and cypresses are whispering.

There is no greater sorrow in the world than this.

Suddenly, Yi Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and roared in an almost hoarse voice: "Father, you said that your greatest wish is to see me become a talent, my son is here today, take a look!" Open your eyes and see! ”

The sound of blood was cried, and everyone was moved.

Woo!

Yi Qing'er finally couldn't bear it anymore, and two lines of tears slipped quietly.

The iron-blooded sergeants around him were also red-eyed and sympathetic.

After a long time, after venting his emotions, Yi Qingshan once again returned to his previous indifferent and majestic expression, his arm raised, and his five fingers soared into the sky.

All the soldiers seemed to have received a signal, and they disarmed their guns in the air, in unison.

"Boom!"

The rain of bullets broke through the sky, and everyone on the kneeling on the ground trembled in fright.

"Boom!"

Then came a second sound, which pierced everyone's eardrums.

"Boom!"

The third sound came as scheduled, as if it was going to overturn the world.

"See off Mr. Yi and Miss Yi!"

Bai Xiaoyu's voice resounded in the sky, everyone bowed their heads in silence, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

For Li Mosheng and others, every minute and every second is a great torture.

It's like a person who is about to be executed, and he doesn't know when the guillotine will fall.

Five minutes later, Yi Qingshan came to Li Mosheng.

Rao is Li Mosheng was used to seeing strong winds and waves, and his heart began to tremble violently.

"Ling Wumo is dead, do you have any backhand?"

Yi Qingshan spoke slowly, and immediately cut off Li Mosheng's last hope.

After a long time, his face turned pale, and he explained tremblingly: "Your Highness, I was confused for a while, and I am willing to give you all the assets of the Li family, begging, begging you to open the net." ”

Yi Qingshan was silent, as if he had heard a big joke.

Li Mosheng also seemed to feel his ridiculousness, as if he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden, and said in an astringent voice: "All the sins are in my body, you can take my life, and the rest of the Li family will let them fend for themselves." ”

Seeing that Yi Qingshan still didn't speak, Li Mosheng was a little anxious, and kowtowed a few times: "Please, please leave a back for the Li family!" ”

Yi Qingshan bent down slightly, and looked at him directly: "I knew today, why bother in the first place?" ”

"I ......"

Li Mosheng showed endless remorse, but then again, who would have thought that an inconspicuous hairy boy could become a top priority!

"All the Li family, under the age of ten can save their lives, and the rest of the people will pay for their blood debts!"

As long as the Li family was alive when it happened ten years ago, Yi Qingshan did not plan to let go of any of them.

Without waiting for Li Mosheng to speak again, Yi Qingshan moved to the kneeling families behind him.

These people are all pawns of the Li family, and they all spoke out for Li Pingyang's murder back then.

"Everyone, were you happy when you decided life and death with a word?"

Yi Qingshan's voice was close to his ears, but no one dared to look up at him.

Cause and effect are good reincarnation, who is spared by the sky!