Lu Jinghong replied: "Senior Brother Yan, you should know that when Master was young, the left arm bone was broken, and although it was healed later, it inevitably left marks on the bones. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I've heard that if you put ink on the bones and wipe them clean, you can tell if the deceased had a broken bone before he died. I want to try it!

Master's life and death have always been your heart disease, and it is also my heart disease, so why don't you take advantage of this to get rid of your heart disease over the years? As for the grievances between you and me, we will settle them later. ”

Yan Wushuang nodded and said, "Yes, the grievances between you and me may not be able to be settled in this life, so I am not in a hurry at this time! ”

After that, he took out a small flower hoe from the package, threw it to Li Fengyun, and said, "Come on! If it weren't for the master, Daddy Li wouldn't blame you!"

Li Fengyun agreed, and began to hoe the soil with the little flower.

About half an hour passed, and the bones of Father Li appeared in front of the three of them.

When Li Fengyun buried Daddy Li, he had no money on him, so where could he afford a coffin, so he could only wrap it in the straw mat that Daddy Li used before his death, and bury it hastily.

After so many years, the straw mat has long since rotted, and the former Father Li only has a few white bones left. Seeing this, Li Fengyun's heart was sour.

Although since he can remember, Daddy Li has always been drunk, rarely sober, and most of the labor at home falls on Li Fengyun, but after all, he has been dependent on each other for more than ten years, how can Li Fengyun have no feelings for Daddy Li in his heart?

Seeing Daddy Li like this, a sense of sadness rose in Li Fengyun's heart, the corners of his eyes were wet, and a few tears fell. The last time I cried, it should have been when I found out that Daddy Li was dead.

Yan Wushuang sighed lightly, and took the ulna and radius of Father Li's left forearm, Lu Jinghong had already prepared ink and brushes.

Slowly spread the ink evenly on the ulna and radius, and after waiting for a while, Yan Wushuang took the water bag, rinsed the two bones, and dried them with a soft cloth, and observed carefully, sure enough, there was an extremely fine ink mark on the ulna and radius, which penetrated into the bones, and if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it at all.

With a long sigh, Yan Wushuang closed his eyes, and two tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, he had been looking for the master for so many years, but in the end, it was such a result.

handed over the ulna and radius to Lu Jinghong, who looked at the two bones and stood there blankly, refusing to say a word.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Wushuang glanced at Lu Jinghong, and said coldly: "Now you are satisfied?"

Lu Jinghong shook his head: "Bury the master! The grievances of the year will be talked about later!"

Yan Wushuang didn't say much, and was about to put the ulna and radius back in place, when he suddenly heard Lu Jinghong say, "Are you going to let Master go like this?"

Yan Wushuang was stunned, didn't say a word, and left.

Lu Jinghong pulled Li Fengyun to sit down on a piece of bluestone, sighed, and said, "Senior brother, now it has been confirmed that your father Li is the master, and you are indeed my third junior brother." ”

Although he had expected it, Li Fengyun still stayed there, he couldn't believe it, he had been pulling a tiger skin, it turned out to be really a big tiger, and it was even harder to believe that the drunken and sloppy thin old man was actually the first martial saint Li Cangqiong, the martial arts saint of the mighty rivers and lakes.

If he hadn't seen the verification process of Yan Wushuang and Lu Jinghong with his own eyes, it would have been difficult for him to connect that poor old man with Martial Saint Li Cangqiong no matter what.

But what, even if Li Cangqiong was famous and famous in the rivers and lakes during his lifetime, in the end, he didn't drink the cheapest wine all day long and die drunk in a dilapidated wooden house?

In the end, he was only a teenager by his side. After his death, he did not even have a thin wooden coffin, wrapped in a straw mat, and was hastily buried in this wild place, with only a rotten wooden plank in front of the grave as a tombstone.

Li Fengyun suddenly felt that the world was full of irony. A person's life, if he can do what Li Cangqiong does, he should have reached the peak, but who would have expected that such a man of the hour would have such a sad ending.

Perhaps a person's life itself is a tragedy, and no one can avoid death, whether it is a lonely old age or a house full of children and grandchildren, whether it is a beautiful funeral or a bleak evening scene, what is the big difference? People die like lights out, they die, they die. What does everything in the world have to do with him?

What is the use of being ridiculous and famous?

Is it really worth paying the price of his life, or even his life, just for the sake of future generations to remember him, just for a few good words in history? Thinking of this, Li Fengyun did not feel that all thoughts were lost.

In this case, it is better to live a lifeless and leisurely, wouldn't it be happy!

"What are you thinking?" Lu Jinghong's words woke up Li Fengyun.

Li Fengyun sighed and said, "I'm thinking about what people are doing in this life, Dad...... Master didn't fall into this fate either. ”

"Don't think so much, it's easy to fall into demons!" Lu Jinghong said.

Li Fengyun was shocked, didn't what he was thinking about now coincide with everything in the dream when he first entered the demon?

"Did Master tell you anything before leaving?" Lu Jinghong asked casually.

Li Fengyun shook his head and replied, "Dad...... The day before the master left, he was fine, he didn't see any problems, he didn't expect to go so quietly in the evening, he didn't leave any words. ”

"Alas!" Lu Jinghong sighed, was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Do you still have any old things left behind by Master during his lifetime?"

Li Fengyun thought for a while and said, "Master doesn't have anything to love, except for wine, everything he had during his life was there, you also saw it, and it was burned out." Li Fengyun pointed to the original site of the wooden house.

"If he left anything, I'm afraid that all he needs is the broken firewood knife, but unfortunately, the broken firewood knife has also become a night practice knife. Although the night practice knife is good, I always feel that the original wood-breaking knife is more kind!" Li Fengyun sighed.

Lu Jinghong stared at Li Fengyun for a long time, and then said: "The night practice knife was left to you by the master, I will take it back to you, you remember, the night practice knife is a sacred relic of this sect, and it is not allowed to be lost, nor is it allowed to be given to others, understand?"

Li Fengyun nodded, he had expected this to be the case.

About an hour later, Yan Wushuang came back, carrying a piece of wood that was four feet thick and more than a zhang long, obviously freshly chopped, and with a fragrance of wood.

"I can only find this one!" Yan Wushuang waved his hand, and a pale cyan sword flew out of the sword bag, and Yan Wushuang grabbed it in his hand.

Li Fengyun was taken aback, and said in his heart: "Is there really a kung fu in the world that can resist the sword?"

After a closer look, Li Fengyun understood, it turned out that there was a deer tendon attached to the hilt of the sword, and there was a ring at the end of the deer tendon, just now Yan Wushuang seemed to just wave his hand, and the sword flew out of the sword bag, in fact, it was Yan Wushuang who used his index finger to cover the ring, pulled the deer tendon, and pulled the sword out.

No wonder Senior Brother Yan can use seven swords at the same time, presumably a ring is buckled on each of the seven fingers, so that he can make seven swords!

Li Fengyun secretly guessed.

"Brush, brush", the sword light flashed, and the wood flew around, and in less than half a burn of incense, the wood had already turned into a coffin, which was extremely smooth inside and out, and I didn't know how Yan Wushuang did it with just one sword.

Li Cangqiong's bones had been picked up by Lu Jinghong and cleaned with clean water.

After lighting three sticks of incense, the three brothers carefully put the bones into the coffin, and then closed the coffin lid and put it into the ground.

After burying the master, the stone tablet was erected, and Yan Wushuang was about to engrave words on the stone tablet, Li Fengyun suddenly said: "Since Daddy didn't want to use the name 'Li Cangqiong' anymore before his death, let him go quietly as Daddy Li!

Yan Wushuang and Lu Jinghong did not object, the sword light flashed, and only five big characters were left on the wide tombstone, "Father Li's Tomb".

The slanting glow of the setting sun reflected it, and the tombstone pulled out a long shadow, looking lonely and bleak.