When Li Pinghong rushed to his father's residence, there were already more than 20 people standing outside the house. There are servants and elders, but they don't see their mothers and their third brothers.

Seeing Li Pinghong arrive, a white-haired old man walked towards Li Pinghong tremblingly with a cane. The old man's eyes were full of tears, but the old face was full of ravines, and the tears couldn't drip down his cheeks.

"Xiao Pinghong, your father, your father ······"

Li Pinghong has long since lost his expression at the moment, his mind is blank, and the old man is talking about everything like water in his ears, and he can't really hear it. It's just that seeing that the old man was emotional and unstable, he instinctively took two steps forward and helped the old man.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter if it's the old man, the other servants or the elders of the clan, it doesn't matter what they look on or say at the moment. Li Pinghong's feet are like a thousand pounds, and every step he takes is extremely difficult and heavy. He walked more than thirty gaps in this distance before he reached the door of the house, and his hand was pressed on the door frame, and he didn't have the courage to look inside.

"Brother!"

A crisp voice came from behind, but it was like piercing a barrier, and he could hear it after all. At that moment, the noise also poured into the ears at once, crying, lamenting, regretting, resentment, unwillingness, fear.

Once again, Li Pinghong was selectively deaf and could not hear these voices. He turned around and looked at the kid who called him brother. The child had changed into a clean school robe, with blue trim on a white background. But his body was too thin, and the robe was empty on him.

Li Pinghong smiled, his smile was gentle, he stretched out his hand, asked the child to come over, and held his hand.

When these people outside the door saw Li Pinghong's behavior, they were surprised, puzzled, angry, and even scolded.

"Shut up!"

Li Pinghong was furious, roared and shouted such a sentence. In an instant, everyone was silent, whether it was a servant or an elder of the clan. They all looked at the two sons in a daze, and a few elders of some age couldn't help but blow their beards and stare at them.

An elder who looked at the past and was not confused snorted a few times, and said in a strange manner: "My eldest brother has just passed away, you kid ······"

Before the elder could finish speaking, a crisp slap sounded. Everyone looked at it, Li Pinghong's posture had not changed, and his hands were still held high. The beaten elder opened his mouth and stared, looking dazed.

"I'm telling you to shut up!"

Another disrespectful word, and in an instant, the crowd outside the house exploded and began to boil. There were those who whispered, those who were puzzled, and those who condemned Li Pinghong for the beaten clansmen.

Li Pinghong's eyes widened, and the aura emitted made everyone tremble. Li Pinghong's martial arts cultivation is not well understood, but there are also people in the Ancestor Realm in the crowd, but the look of this kid in front of him makes everyone in the Ancestor Realm feel like their feet are stuck in the mud, and their bodies are like ice, unable to move.

"I, Li Pinghong, am the grandson of the Li family, and I am a generation of people who depend on the grass and trees, what capital do you have to be disobedient, and why do you have a face?"

An old man was about to take a step forward to speak, but the old man with a cane pulled his sleeve, the old man shook his head helplessly, sighed, and stood back in place.

The little beggar Li Qingshan was shocked by Li Pinghong's momentum, and stood in place, not daring to move. But then Li Pinghong looked at him again and stretched out his hand to him, and a warm smile appeared on his face again. Li Qingshan stretched out his little hand and shook the big hand that was warm and his skin was much more delicate than his own.

Li Pinghong led the little beggar into the house like this, there was no one else in the house, and on the comfortable big bed, the head of the Li family lay quietly, as if he was drunk yesterday, sleepy and in bed, and didn't want to get up.

Li Pinghong took Li Qingshan and walked a few steps forward, and then his voice was solemn and could not be refuted: "Qingshan, kneel down and kowtow to your father-in-law!"

Li Qingshan was also obedient, puffed, and knelt on his knees. Then I only heard the three earth-shattering sounds of "dong dong dong", if the quality of the floor tiles is poor, I am afraid that I will have to be knocked into cracks if I use such a hard time as Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be sleeping on the bed, this person had a kind face, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and lay quietly. But those two beards made Li Qingshan a little afraid in his heart, maybe if this person woke up, his eyes would be cold, his face would be frosty, and he would be harsh.

But this person is asleep, and Li Qingshan doesn't know how he will treat himself when he sees him.

Then there was a same plop, and Li Pinghong also knelt on the ground, and there were three earth-shattering sounds. When he raised his head, Li Qingshan saw that the handsome man had a cut on his forehead, and a lot of blood flowed out.

That should hurt, right?

"Father, Pinghong brought a green shirt to see you. Green shirt, shouting Dad. ”

Li Qingshan opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak. The word was so unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that he didn't know how to pronounce it.

The room was quiet, and the pins could be heard.

Then a loud "Daddy" broke the silence, and then, crying like a wolf, tears once again flowed from the eyes of the little beggar who was beaten and did not hum, dripping on the back of his hands, knees, and floor tiles.

The little beggar has a home, a brother, and a father. But this father hasn't looked at him yet, and he hasn't had time to respond to his shouts, but everything he hopes for can't happen. This word, which was unfamiliar in the past, will remain unfamiliar in the future.

Kowtowed, Li Pinghong didn't stay any longer, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the discussion of the crowd outside the house, so he led Li Qingyi to the Buddhist hall where his mother often was.

When I arrived at the door of the Buddhist hall, I saw two attendants kneeling at the door of the house, crying and crying.

Mother is kind to people on weekdays, and the slaves and maids have never been scolded by her, but today is it unusual, beating and scolding these two girls?

This thought was only for a moment, and then Li Pinghong's eyes widened, and his heart was like a knife at that moment. He clutched his chest and gasped, his breathing becoming difficult in that moment. His face was pale, as if he was about to suffocate to death.

"Brother, brother, brother, what's wrong with you?"

It was another crisp call, as if the rag covering his mouth and nose had been removed, and Li Pinghong could breathe again. He was so greedy that he gasped for breath, and the voice was slightly terrifying.

Li Pinghong looked at Li Qingshan again, his little hands were still holding him tightly, as if he was afraid that when he would throw him on the street, he would once again become a bitter beggar who was not as good as a wild dog.

But Li Pinghong's face once again showed that warm smile, but this time, Li Qingshan frowned, and his watery eyes were full of worry.

"Let's go and see my mother. ”

Li Pinghong took Li Qingshan's little hand and walked into the Buddhist hall, before entering the Buddhist hall, the scene in front of him made Li Qingshan's mood collapse, and he cried again. Li Pinghong raised his head slightly, and tears could not be suppressed so much that they flowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped on the stone slabs in the Buddhist hall.

The Bodhisattva's face, which is nearly three feet high and carved from white marble, has no sorrow or joy. In front of the Buddha statue, a white silk hanging beam, a gorgeously dressed woman with exquisite makeup hung on the white silk. Her body was no longer shaking, and her eyes were not closed, just looking at the Buddha statue.

At this moment, Li Pinghong was like a walking corpse, and his mind was blank again. He mechanically lifted up the kicked stool, stepped on it, and lowered the woman from the white silk.

There are no straw mats in the Buddhist hall, and they are cleaned every day, and the stone slabs are clean.

Li Pinghong laid the woman flat on the stone slab, and moved a kneeling cushion to the back of the woman's head for a pillow.

Li Pinghong knelt down on the slate, I don't know if the quality of this slate is not as good as the floor tiles in the house of the head of the Li family, or because this kneeling is too hard, the slate shattered the moment Li Pinghong knelt down.

There were three more "knock knocks", and the wound on Li Pinghong's forehead expanded a few points, and the blood even flowed down the bridge of his nose, and then dripped down, staining the white robe of the scribe, which also made the Buddha Hall smell more bloody.

"Tsing shirt, kowtow to my mother!"

Li Qingshan's face was already a little distorted because of the injury, and now he is crying heartbreakingly, which is even more ugly and even ugly.

He was very obedient, and when he heard Li Pinghong ask him to kneel, he also fell to his knees, and then a series of "dong dong" sounds accompanied by howling cries roamed in the Buddhist hall.

"Mother, mother, mother······"

The same unfamiliar word, Li Qingshan shouted while kowtowing.

He didn't know if his biological parents were safe, but he was wandering alone, like an orphan. Because of Li Pinghong, he has a home. But he didn't have time to get used to the word "father", and now he didn't have a chance to let the woman hear him call "mother", and then let the woman respond to him.

The response can be disdain, disgust, or hatred.

It's a pity that there will be no response.

Li Qingshan suddenly got up from the ground and hugged Li Pinghong's unstable arm, and the tears and snot rubbed directly on the white sleeves.

His mouth was slurred, and he kept muttering: "Brother, brother, brother, I, I, I'm orphaned again, I, I'm orphaned······"

The words were repeated, intermittently, accompanied by the sound of crying.

Li Pinghong took him into his arms again and gently patted his back with his hand. There were no words of comfort, just a pat on the back of the child.

Li Qingshan suddenly felt a little cold in his head, he stopped crying and looked up. A tear dripped from above, dripping directly into Li Qingshan's eyes that were just bruised and not swollen. Tears dripped into his eyes, dry and uncomfortable, but Li Qingshan still looked at this man.

The man was crying, no crying, and there was no expression on his face. But the tears were just like that, one drop, two or three drops, and they kept sliding down the corners of their eyes.

"Tsing Yi is not afraid, if my brother is here, the Li family will always be there. You have a family, and you have two older brothers, and no one dares to bully you anymore. ”

Li Qingshan wiped away the tears on his face, broke free from Li Pinghong's embrace, sobbed a few more times, and then said with a firm look in his eyes: "Brother, I, I, Qingshan wants to learn skills, Qingshan wants to protect my brother in the future." ”

Li Pinghong's face was replaced by that warm smile again, and he stroked the head of Li Qingshan with his hand. Because the injury was so severe, the withered grass hair had not been washed, and it was a little greasy to the touch.

Li Pinghong didn't mind these at all, his tone was gentle, like the warm sun in the cold wind on the first day of the new year, and said: "What do you want to learn in Qingshan? Do you like knives or swords?"

"Knife, I want to practice knife, I want to kill all the people who want to hurt the Li family one by one, one by one. I want to ······ the people who want to hurt the Li family, one by one."

Li Qingshan's teeth gritted hatefully, and the words spit out one by one from between his teeth. This should not be what a child under the age of ten should look like, but Li Pinghong still looked at this child with gentle eyes. He nodded and replied, "Okay, let's learn knives, learn knives that can kill." But ah Tsing Yi, you have to learn knives, and you also have to learn to read and write. In the future, your brother will teach you to learn to read and write, and let your little brother teach you to learn knives. ”

Li Pinghong did not take Li Qingshan to his third brother's residence, and later he went to Li Yunhong's residence by himself. Sure enough, although this kid's injury has not recovered, he has disappeared early. On the wall of his room, a sentence was carved with a knife, Li Pinghong didn't know who was carving this sentence, but seeing this sentence, Li Pinghong's face really had a smile after all, and the smile was like the sunshine.

"Death and life once existed for everyone, and you must drink in a glass!"