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Li Qingshan felt that Qingniu's words were not true, and seemed to be hiding something, but in the midst of joy, he didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately practiced boxing and felt the effect of this true qi. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

Sure enough, after a while, he touched some doorways, and his "Bull Demon Powerful Fist" practice today was easier and smoother than ever, like an old machine smeared with lubricating oil, and there was an indescribable pleasure.

And the speed of regaining qi is much faster, which seems to be just a small section, but ordinary people often dare not attack with all their strength against the enemy, and they always have to spare strength. Because if you are dodged by the enemy with all your strength, your body will inevitably stiffen for a moment, leaving a big flaw.

He doesn't have to worry about this, if someone else throws a punch, he can throw three punches with all his strength, even if the strength is equal, he is definitely not his opponent.

Li Qingshan has worked hard for more than ten days, and finally got such a "trace" of results, and he can't help but be overjoyed in his heart, and he always feels that he is one step closer to his goal.

But thinking of last night's hardship and danger, his expression was cold: "But I want to know who gave me this blessing." ”

Qingniu said casually: "There is no way for good fortune and misfortune, only people call themselves." ”

Li Qingshan's heart lit up, this was the goddess who came to the door to ask for a pig's head, the eight words he said, the little ghost must not have been entangled with himself for no reason, after thinking about it carefully, he immediately came up with some clues.

He was born and raised in this small mountain village, and he knows a little about some of the heavy things that happened in the village, but in this remote village, there are not many things that can be called heavy dà.

One of them is that a few years ago, a family in the village was destroyed due to a child's illness.

Li Qingshan was also a child at that time, and he also recognized the child named Xiao Mao, he never expected that this child would die because of this, and it was this example that made Li Qingshan obediently recover after drinking Fu Shui, and he didn't dare to show anything amazing, 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 for it.

Li Qingshan originally thought that she couldn't bear the pain of losing her son, but now it seems that she was clearly invaded by yin qi, he stood up suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I see, I can't spare her!"

Qingniu said: "Then go and kill her!"

"It's not that simple. Li Qingshan sat cross-legged, bowed his head and pondered.

The goddess is not 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 outsiders come to ask God for divination.

If he killed her, he could only leave the country, and it was even possible to report to the government and be wanted, and he had no evidence now, and he couldn't be sure 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 appreciative 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 him to work hard.

It is difficult to be perfect in this world, brave people are inevitably reckless and careless, smart people are often hesitant, a little less decisive and bloody, the four words "sword gall and heart" are the most rare.

Li Qingshan made up his mind and pulled out his legs and went to the village.

"It's Erlang, have you eaten? 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's compound yesterday has spread throughout the village, and the originally unknown Li family Erlang has now become a celebrity in the village, no matter how old or young, he has a little more respect for this young man.

Li Qingshan responded one by one, walked through most of the village, and came to the small courtyard where a few willow trees were planted in front of the door.

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 not forty years old, but looked like he was fifty or sixty years old. Since his wife and children died, he didn't do much farm work, and he used alcohol all day to kill his sorrows, and he went crazy.

Seeing Li Qingshan approaching, Li Fugui said vaguely: "Come, drink, drink," a smell of wine 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 first, choking Li Fugui with a dry cough, lying on the threshold and vomiting.

Li Qingshan looked around at this thatched house, it was in tatters everywhere, and the cobwebs were hung all over the window lattice, it was really called a family with four walls, thinking that Li Fugui's family was also a well-known rich family in the village, and the fertile land he owned was second only to Liu's housekeeper's house, worthy of the name given to him by his father, and the family lived a happy life.

Who would have thought that the world was impermanent, and a catastrophe would end up like this, which made Li Qingshan sigh that the small happiness of mortals was too fragile. But he has a resolute heart and great ambitions, and he is the most unsightly 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, what Li Qingshan had done in the village these days, he knew it clearly, it was the real evil star: "Yes...... What's the matter?"

"Do you know how Xiao Mao's mother 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 of it.

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 sue you, it's a trouble you can't provoke, don't give your life in vain?"

"I don't want to look for trouble, but trouble has already come to the door, if you live like you, it is better to give your life in vain, you just need to tell me what happened back then. ”

Li Fugui was taken aback when he heard this: "What, you've already found the door?" hesitated for a long time, sighed, and spoke.

"After Xiao Mao's mother scolded the street in front of the goddess, she went home and slept for a while, and she couldn't get up the next day, and her body became cold and blue, and there were a lot of strange things that night, and ...... And I also saw ......"

"What do you see?"

"A child!"

Li Qingshan finally determined that the murderer was indeed the goddess.

And the goddess also told Li Fugui gloomily that Xiao Mao not only misses his mother underground, but also misses his father. was so frightened that Li Fugui made a large amount of offerings.

Li Qingshan slapped the wall: "It's really too deceitful, haven't you ever thought about avenging your wife and children?"

Li Fugui's face flushed with contempt aroused by his words, and he ran to the back room and took out a long package from the bottom of the large wooden box.

Unwrapping the package, inside was a knife, a fine steel knife.

Li Qingshan pulled out the knife from the sheath, and a cold chill came to his face, reflecting his face, and his hair was visible.

The handle of the knife is about a foot long, slightly curved, wrapped in black silk, and extremely comfortable to hold in the hand. The blade of the knife 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 short knife with poor workmanship, which is much stronger.

The back of this knife is very thick, heavy in his hand, extremely sharp chopping, he waved it at will, there was a sound of breaking the sky, he couldn't help but praise: "Good knife!" Such a good knife, he has never seen it on the set, if you really want to buy it, I am afraid you will need a few acres of fertile land to exchange.

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