Just after the unitary, Li Geshu fell asleep. At the beginning, Li Geshu slept very lightly, his breathing was weak and difficult, and he could swallow this breath at any time. Li Wuxiong didn't dare to leave an inch, and he didn't stand up until Li Geshu's breath calmed down.

He walked inside, pushed open a secret door, and entered the secret chamber underground. The secret room is spacious and austere. There were only fourteen futons on the bare stone slabs, and horrifyingly, thirteen of them contained a dried skeleton. Li Wuxiong stretched out his left hand tied with gauze, and then bowed respectfully in front of each futon with both hands, and knocked down a total of thirteen rings. Every time Li Wuxiong kowtowed, he solemnly called out his identity name.

"The immortal died in the Li Mansion, and the grandfather of the Ming Dynasty was eternal"

After three rounds of percussion, Li Wuxiong's forehead was already slightly red and swollen, but fortunately, the subtle parts had broken the skin and oozing blood. These thirteen on the futon are the thirteen elders of the Li family with the oldest qualifications and the highest cultivation. They disappeared with Li Geshu, but they didn't expect that they had all died here. Although he was newly dead, the corpse had shrunk as if it had been wrapped for thousands of years, and his facial features had collapsed.

"The younger generation Li Wuxiong is not filial, thirteen uncles sacrificed their lives to change the bones for the child, the child is incompetent, I can't let the uncles immediately go to the ground for peace, wait for me to kill the cat and pseudo-tiger, and then ask the uncle for forgiveness. ”

Li Wuxiong said that he had to change his bones, and the exchange was naturally the treasure in the black box - tiger bones.

Back then, when the red silk slaughtered the tiger, everyone thought that the Xuanhu Gangfeng shattered and turned into powder. There is a hairy boy in the feasible army who never forgets the power of the Xuanhu, and he can only inherit the power of the tiger with a little bit of the previous star, and he doesn't know how much his cultivation will improve. This person is Li Geshu.

In the early years of Qingjiang, there were constant military disasters, and the position of the town guard was not as fat as it is today. In addition, Li Geshu is extremely talented, and the city government is also deep, and after forbearance for nearly ten years, he finally sat on the first place in Qingjiang. In the past ten years, Li Geshu has been secretly investigating, and he really found a piece of Xuanhu's humerus, although it was only half a section, but it was particularly firm in the idea of finding bones.

When he took up the post of Qingjiang town guard, his first order was to burn down the hundreds of miles of forests near Qingjiang under the name of "strong walls and clear fields". Although he searched for several months but found nothing, he still did not give up, and built an outer city in the name of "expanding the city and accepting the people". Dozens of miles south from the inner city, every inch of land was dug three feet into the ground. The emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally dug up an even more precious skull under the sand dunes of the city.

But people can't even digest the flesh of animals, and using the bones of the four saints of demon beasts is almost a fool's dream. Later, Li Geshu didn't know where he got the method of "blood sacrifice". Every time the moon is full, he uses his own blood to nourish the tiger bones to contaminate people.

The anger on the tiger bone has indeed diminished year by year, but Li Geshu's cultivation has also been greatly affected, and he has stopped in the realm for 20 years and has not been able to make an inch. The two phases are reduced, and there is nowhere to start guarding the two treasures. Li Geshu does not hide his secrets, as long as the patriarch is surnamed Li, he has seen these two tiger bones. But no one can be subdued.

After three generations and 20 years of silent forbearance, the Li family finally waited for Li Wuxiong, a candidate who has been suitable for tiger bones since childhood.

No one is more itchy than Li Geshu, but he still has the patience to wait for a perfect opportunity to change Li Wuxiong's bones. The appearance of the cat-to-pseudo-tiger almost made his more than 20 years of hard work in vain. Even if it is lucky to retreat, but after all, it has not been cut to the roots, and it is not sure when it will make a comeback.

The treasure has been born, and Li Geshu really doesn't dare to delay for a moment. Before the serious injury healed, he gathered the thirteen elders surnamed Li and forcibly transplanted the tiger bone into Li Wuxiong's body. Bone transfer and marrow replacement is a secret technique, the blood veins and nerves must be carefully connected one by one, coupled with the gale implied by the tiger bones, not only Li Wuxiong will die for nine lives, but the person who performs the spell will also exhaust his mental strength. Li Wuxiong's eight characters were hard into stone, and he carried it alive, but he turned all the thirteen uncles into dried corpses.

The thirteen elders died of exhaustion, and Li Geshu, who was the most outstanding in cultivation, also had no chance of recovering a life. Overnight, the Li family was completely lost, and Li Wuxiong succeeded him as the head of the family.

But at such a tribulation and cost, Li Wuxiong's cultivation did not advance but retreated.

He didn't dare to reveal a little bit to Li Geshu, what he was afraid of was that the old family master learned that the first generation had exhausted the organs, and in the end he had to die of anger on the spot. He could only hope that it was only a temporary rejection. He moved his muscles slightly, and the pain in his left hand was excruciating. Zhou Tian is more like a pool of stagnant water, which does not function at all. If he just kept a quiet hide from the old man in the family, Li Wuxiong could do it. It's just that on the tenth day of October, the whole city performed martial arts, and the boys in Qingjiang were not difficult to deal with, but if they really started, Li Geshu was too easy to see.

The dark room was airtight, and the more Li Wuxiong thought about it, the more he felt tightness in his chest, so he quietly walked out of the dark room. When he passed Li Geshu's couch, Li Geshu had already woken up. He held the severed night knife in both hands, and silently looked at the old friend who had accompanied him all his life, even if Li Wuxiong walked up to him, he didn't notice it at all.

Li Geshu was breathless, and it didn't take long for him to cough heavily, and then he found Li Wuxiong who was clubbing, he beckoned and said, "Xiong'er, I want to go home."

The Li Optimus Pillar, the master with the Night Knife, has become an old man who needs to be taken care of.

Li Wuxiong knelt down and lay down in front of Li Geshu's couch, crying silently.

Li Geshu didn't urge, nor did he talk, but patted Li Wuxiong's back and slowly sang a few words of fishing drum drama. Li Wuxiong remembers that when he was young and sick, his grandfather often sang to him. Li Wuxiong closed his eyes tightly, his cheeks twisted, and the tendons on his neck tightened, and then he said one sentence completely: Grandpa, let's go back.

Li Wuxiong took the night knife with both hands, solemnly pinned it to his waist, and then picked up Li Geshu and walked out.

Tho Lao didn't dare to sleep deeply, and kept paying attention to the movement here. As soon as he heard the sound, he immediately woke up vigilantly, and when he saw that it was the grandfather and grandson who were going out, Che Lao hurriedly leaned over.

Li Geshu confessed: Keep the corpse.

Che Lao leaned over and said yes, and respectfully opened the door for the two, but did not send it again.

Li Wuxiong's body was still very stable, and soon, he quickly disappeared into the vast night. He asked, "Grandpa, can you sing those dramas to me again?"

In the gap between the old brother's trembling beard, a hoarse voice came out:

Generous and sad songs are not my wish,

The world is white-headed.

There is always a time when children are long,

Clutch joys and sorrows

The broken knife on Li Wuxiong's waist has never been taken off again in his life.

Li Wuxiong sent him back to Li Geshu and returned to Fengchang's mansion.

Che waited in the backyard for him to return, then led him into an inconspicuous room and left. The room was small but well-stocked, with a small oil lamp lit on a small round table in the center of the room, delicate food on the table, and a few books to pass the time.

White Bottle is under house arrest here.

She didn't put her hair in a bun, but casually hung her long, neat black hair down the back of her head. In the dim light, she used her index finger and thumb to pick up a few pages and flip through them back and forth, without looking closely, but she really couldn't find anything to do. To be honest, Tho Lao took care of her politely, except that she couldn't leave this room, and her needs were almost always met.

Li Wuxiong pushed the door in, sat down across the table, and said: I have handed over the note to Xiao Wei. It's hard for you these days.

When Bai Bei'er saw him come in, he immediately closed the book and nodded when he heard the words.

The beauty under the lamp has its own charm, which is easier to attract reverie than the appearance of combing and cleaning in a hundred days. Li Wuxiong's brain was hot, and he said, "I'll take you home." ”

Li Wuxiong stood up and leaned over to her. The white bottle stepped back vigilantly, deliberately separating the distance between two steps. Li Wuxiong was stunned for two seconds, then turned around and opened the door of the hut, and said: Let's go, but act quickly, don't drag down the old man.

The two of them quickly walked out of the Fengchang Mansion from the small door.

The south of the city is full of farmhouses, and the resting place is very early. The road is very dark, and the white bottles walk very carefully, so the speed is not fast. Li Wuxiong also rarely paced leisurely, and would look back at her from time to time. The two of them were silent for each other, one after the other. Walking to the southwest of the city, the lights gradually become denser, and occasionally a few words of laughter can be heard.

White Bottle rarely comes out at night, but it is clear that this is near Smoke Willow Lane. Her face was a little hot, and her steps were immediately much faster. Unexpectedly, Li Wuxiong still walked slowly, and she walked side by side with him. Li Wuxiong turned his head to look at the white bottle very closely, and found that she was still as gentle and beautiful as before, but they were like-minded friends before, and when she came back after four years of study, she began to deliberately distance herself from herself.

Li Wuxiong didn't have to ask the reason, he knew it in his heart. The teenagers who don't care about the scruples and manners have grown up, and it is too naïve to have to regain the feeling they had at that time.

Bai Bei'er didn't deliberately retreat anymore, and Li Wuxiong didn't speak anymore, and the two walked slowly back to Li's mansion side by side.

Before entering the door, Li Wuxiong said: You are not allowed to leave the Li Mansion without the head of the family nodding. In the past few days, I am not allowed to mention anything to anyone. Well, you're looking for me.

White Bottle has no right to refuse.

To be honest, if Li Geshu is followed, the white bottle must not be placed.

But when he took over the night knife, Li Wuxiong had become the head of the Li family, and since he had made a decision, Li Geshu would also make appropriate concessions.

Sent back to the white bottle, Li Wuxiong simply took Xiao Wei home overnight. In fact, they haven't seen each other for three days, and the mother and son actually hugged and cried as if they had experienced life and death.

Li Wuxiong watched from a distance and felt moved and ridiculous.

On the fourth day of the first month of October, the moon is like a shih shih brow, and the dark tide is surging, and there will be trouble.